French beach women.

La femmes revolution.

French beach women give me my sun pass into their sun palace.

If you read my exploits about my beach babe adventures, you’ll know that any sun coast party that appears on my radar is sure to get my attention. It helps if your part of a beaches chat forum too – who doesn’t love the internet revolution?

When I heard about the texas beach party at a neighbouring bay which was going to be filled with french beach women I couldn’t resist. So with a bottle of sun tanning lotion in my bag, and my fav pair of cool sun glasses on, I headed down the coastal road on my mini dirt bike.

You have to be soo careful riding a pitbike that small, and thinking about female fantasies at the same time. But fortunately I kept my sun girl thoughts at bay and arrived to see a variety of girls tanned bottoms heading for the venue.

Zipping past a redhead with a stunning body, I saw a sign saying “bottomless beaches this way” so what could I do but follow the arrow. When I got down the end of the path I found some south beach girls giggling - bottomless beaches had caught another sucker!

Ok, well this beach oops wasn’t going to ruin the day. So parking the dirtbike next to the south beach girls bicycles, I chatted to them about this tanned chick party. “What’s so special about a texas hot beach party?” I wondered.

Fooled by a chalkboard.

A tanned blond explained, it’s the same as most girl sun parties, for instance its all barbeques and loud music. But the french beach women will all be wearing stetsons along with their sun dresses.

This blonde was like a little sun princess, and she told me there would be some fantastic tanned movies on big screens too, for all the revellers.

Cool, I thought as I entered the party crammed with hot tanned teens. I could see two blondes doing some beach wrestling, a fitness beach gal pumping iron and a group of sun lolita bbs (babies); laughing and dancing on the bar counter.

That reminds me – what are the beaches specials today?

I strolled over to a mature tanned bar tender, and he got me to read off all the drinks on the chalkboard. Last on the list was “a beach oops - $2.”

What’s that I asked, maybe it’s a cocktail with a kick?

“Oh that’s not a drink, that’s a $2 fine for all the tanned adult guys that get caught out by the french beach women using that dumb bottomless beaches sign” he laughed.

He then asked me if I’d been burnt by the sun – I nodded; but my red-face knew different.

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