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The contenders for the "Pine Cone d'Or" were three very different souls.

Each competitor had to run fifty meters, dive into the sea, emerge, and build a sand castle while humming the Marseillaise . Gérard’s belly jiggled like a happy pudding as he ran. Simone glided, leaving barely a footprint. Léo tripped over a bucket and landed face-first in a dune. The crowd—a hundred nude onlookers sipping rosé—cheered wildly. french naturist contest

Gérard went first. He puffed out his chest. "The uniform of the postman is heavy," he bellowed. "But here? No letters, no bills, no complaints. Only the wind on my skin and the sun on my soul!" He struck a pose. The crowd applauded. Judge René gave a 9.2 for L’Intégrité . The contenders for the "Pine Cone d'Or" were

Simone walked up to Léo. "You lost," she said, smiling. "But you dropped your towel." Simone glided, leaving barely a footprint

First was , a retired postman from Lyon. Gérard had a magnificent, terraced belly that had been polished by the sun to a gleaming walnut-brown. His secret weapon was a pair of floral-patterned socks he refused to remove. "Ankles are private," he would say, winking.