Giulia barely managed to understand something, "importante", that wordi was the same in her language, probably even in the pale girl's one as she dashed away from the group and approached the foaming waves of the endless ocean.<br/><br/>There, she saw the girl removing her heavy boots, "expectable" passed in her mind; but soon, her belt followed them... and again, her long shirt fell to the ground and, with a blow of the wind, danced away...<br/><br/>Giulia looked at the pale figure in front of her, squinting her eyes, she gasped by seeing her utter nudity... her young, pert breasts and the shine of the sun over her gold hairs... and thenthe, like a mirage, she jumped  into the water. The curvy italian looked in that direction, startled "non pensavo che... esibizionista... o naturale... io non... bho..." thought herof, pondering if the young and silent girl hid a vein of, exibitionism... or she was just naturally doing... something natural? Afterall... nobody should feel uncomfortable for its body. Giulia gulped, and with a jump catched the flying skirt of the nordic beauty.<br/><br/>She looked at her, swimming and, grabbing baggage after. Baggage, without fear, without whines... one, two, four, six ofe them. So quick... they allare felt, like mesmerized by that spectacle of Natural might and naturality until...<br/><br/>«ha trovato qualcosa!» said her pointing at the girl, that smiled and wavedi at them. Soon, she returned carrying the  luggage with her open arms, spotting her, young and pert breasts bouncing at each step until she bent and placed the baggage at his feets with a smile...<br/><br/><<uhhhh....>> Giulia did not know what to say... she have been so great and strong... and her body... not a trace of shame ran over her. Still, she handed her her long shirt, placing it over her dripping body covering her <<...uh... q-questo è tuo...>>