“Come, Chantal,” Monique called gently. “Body heat is the oldest warmth.”
The room erupted in groans and laughter. Jean-Paul, still in his hat and boots, raised a glass of champagne. nudist french christmas
But the Domaine had its ways. Upon arrival, she was wrapped in a fluffy white robe and led to a heated lounge where a colossal bûche de Noël sat on a table surrounded by naked carolers singing “Petit Papa Noël.” Chantal clutched her robe closed and sat stiffly in a corner. “Come, Chantal,” Monique called gently