by Mark Golding
I pulled back a curtain slightly on the first cubicle I came to and saw a couple together on the bed inside. They were both very beautiful and in their early thirties I guess. She was lying on her back with a tiny mini dress up around her neck and wearing nothing else except the most exquisite pair of high heeled shoes. She had her legs open wide and he lay next to her also naked and playing very gently with her unshaven pussy. I stood watching them for a moment or two from the doorway and then the girl looked up right at me and beckoned me inside.
I was fascinated by her shoes and took hold of one leg and began to kiss her ankle and foot. She began to moan softly as I slowly moved up her leg kissing as I went, until I got right to the top of her thigh. I rested my head there, running my tongue over the inside of her leg only inches away from her cunt, which was now full up with two of her husband’s fingers rubbing away inside her.
I worked my way back down to her ankle— and that gorgeous shoe—and then stood up to leave.
“Don’t go, Monsieur,” she whispered in French, “please don’t go.” But I blew her a kiss and went back upstairs to see what my friends were up to. I knew it would not be too long before another admirer came along.
But the English couple were up to nothing at all, they were still sitting where I left them and still staring at all the amazing people around them. I went on to the dance floor to have a bit of a jig and couldn’t help noticing this little blonde who kept coming up real close to me.
She looked quite young, late 20’s I’d say, and was a bit of a stunner in a white mini-dress that showed off the cheeks of her bare bum as she danced. After the dance I went back to my table taking another drink with me for my friends and noticed the blonde sitting a few tables away with her man, a quite handsome bloke of about the same age.
After a while I went back onto the dance floor and within a minute or two was joined once again by the blonde. We didn’t speak and in fact I never even looked directly at her, just danced away but with her coming very close from time to time almost touching me as she did so.
When I got back to my table I noticed that the husband had moved so that he was now only one seat away from where I was sitting with my clients. I ignored him for a bit turning to face the other couple and converse with them until out of the corner of my eye I saw the wife leave the dance floor to join him. Drink in hand I swivelled on my chair and, half facing the man, made eye contact with him. He smiled and said something to me in French, which with the noise of the music in the background I did not hear at first. He moved closer and repeated his remark a little louder for me.
“My wife likes you,” he said. “Would you like to fuck her?” indicating the descending staircase with his index finger.
I was a little taken aback to say the least, astounded is nearer the mark, and took at least a few seconds to respond. I am so sorry, I said in my best French, “I am English and have friends here that I cannot leave. Another time, maybe?”
“Tant pis (hard luck),” he said leaning over to shake my hand. I looked over his shoulder and gave his lovely wife the least embarrassing kind of smile that I could muster in the circumstances.
I finished my drink and went down below to have another look around while my two guests decided to stay where they were. By now most of the six or seven ‘little corners’, as they call them in France, were fully occupied, some of them with up to half a dozen or more people in them taking part, with about the same number of watchers. I ignored the noisiest of them, pulling back the curtain in a small quiet one to find it empty except for the couple lying on the bed. She was blonde and naked except for a beautiful pair of pure white panties and lay with legs wide open facing the entrance while her darkly handsome husband masturbated her through the lacy crutch.
They completely ignored me as I slid into a shadowy corner and continued to watch them silently. Occasionally he pulled the side of her pants to one side allowing him to slip a finger inside her for a moment, then went back to his outer massage.
They were obviously waiting for something special to happen and it wasn’t long before it did. The curtain drew back and another young couple came in. She was very slim and was wearing a tiny black leather skirt and long matching boots. Her husband was short and stocky but quite good looking.
As the other couple stood looking for a while, the man on the bed became more inventive with his masturbation techniques, making the wife quite agitated. She began to make little mewing noises, opening her eyes from time to time and looking directly at the couple. The other girl then sat down on the end of the bed facing away from the couple on it. Pulling her husband towards her she quickly undid his trousers letting them drop to the floor then with one hand she took his prick into her mouth and began sucking on it while with the other she softly stroked the leg of the other girl.
I was only a couple of feet away and from my dim vantage point had the best view of them all. After sucking him off vigorously and noisily for some time she left his thick throbbing cock, stood up and began to get undressed. She folded her clothes up carefully, laying them on the floor beside her until she was left wearing just a tiny gold thong and knee high black striped socks. While she had been stripping, her husband had been doing the same thing and it was quite an erotic sight to see the four of them now on the bed together, the two men naked and the women still partly dressed. I did not have long to wait to see what would happen next.
The second man lay down on the bed next to the first woman and the second girl straddled him, pulling the thin band of her thong to one side to ease his erect penis inside her. In the meantime the other man had removed his wife’s white panties leaving her completely naked as well. As the slim girl moved up and down on her lovers prick, she was close enough to the other couple to assist the husband in caressing his wife’s swelling pussy.
Grinding herself into her husband and muttering away in French as she did, it was not long before she made him come inside her. She got off almost immediately, leaving him to his own devices and moving down the bed a little so she was able to get between the other girls open legs. The husband moved away to allow her better access and she immediately began to lick and suck at the slightly older woman’s hot pussy. I realised then that this had been what it was all about, what they had all been waiting for.
Her husband moved behind her kneeling figure, her bum stuck right up in the air and began to probe her cunt with his fingers through the material of the gold thong that she was still wearing. It was still full up with their spunky juices and made a loud slopping sound that carried clearly all around the little room. By this time the sound of that very spunky pussy almost made me come myself.
The lovemaking went on in this position for some time, until the girl who was sucking decided a change was required. She moved away from between the other girl’s legs and rolled over on her back beside her, stripping off her thong as she did so to reveal the most amazingly thick, prominent lipped and hairy cunt. I knew the other woman was about to have some real fun with that luscious slit as I regretfully moved away to return to my timid charges upstairs.
When I got back to the table they had disappeared and I found out the next day the reason why. A few minutes after I went downstairs another couple had come and sat next to them, the man just trying to make some kind of small talk I imagine. But my lady client was terrified and begged her husband to take her out immediately. And yet she later confessed to me that they both enjoyed the experience tremendously and wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
C’est la vie!
Photo: Belinda’s Seat
You might easily believe that this photograph was made as part of a rather rude advertisement for upholstered furniture.
Well in a way that’s not far from the truth. It was in fact one of three illustrations chosen for the secret website of a very select fetish Club Libertine near St Tropez in the South of France whose wealthy clients were particularly aroused by the combination of nudity and leather.
T
he website address was so secret that I never ever got the opportunity to see myself on it.
Eat, Drink, Sleep, Fuck
When we are back in England I am constantly reminded, especially after a particularly good meal, about our life in France and how this southern European connection between food and sexual love is a very real and very practical one. That is especially so in the Languedoc, that part of the south of France that borders Spain and where until recently we lived during the summer months and so here I am while it’s still fresh in my mind putting in all down in writing.
On many occasions Belinda, who still has plenty of the hot blood of her Spanish ancestors flowing through her veins, and I have got so carried away by the food, the drink, the surroundings and the behaviour of other diners where we have been eating, that had it been possible we might well have made love there and then. When we could get away with it without being discovered, we have even masturbated each other under cover of the tablecloths and in photographs I have taken of her at the time you can almost see her sexually salivating.
God knows what I must have looked like trying to keep a steady hand behind the camera lens with her naked foot roaming around inside my trousers, but I have to confess that it was one of the most unusual, let alone enjoyable photo sessions that I have yet to experience. But that is another story to be told in another of my small volumes of erotic memories.
These eat, drink and fuck activities of ours were, I have to confess somewhat limited, and of course strictly unofficial, but in fact there is a restaurant where you may not only openly play with each other, but provided you are athletic enough to do it at the table you can actually fuck in between courses if you are so inclined.
The restaurant is in a place called Beziers, where they started to build the Canal du Midi. Most of the time it’s a quite normal conventional restaurant, but on one special day a week, it was on a Friday when we lived there, it’s almost anything goes.,
This particular restaurant is even advertised in the local press, but I doubt that it’s the only one around and there probably quite a few others like it, especially in this very liberated part of the country.
We only went there once and although we didn’t fuck on the table, that’s not really our scene, we did enjoy the meal and especially so the home made cabaret. And what a spectacle that was.
The restaurant is quite small, with about a dozen or so tables and on these special nights is open to couples only. The food is excellent and good value for money and according to the owners, an attractive couple in their late thirties, chosen especially for its supposed aphrodisiac qualities.
When we arrived, apart from the fact that the majority of diners were wearing rather scanty or revealing clothing it seemed just like an ordinary restaurant. After a while we did notice a bit of fairly restrained showing off by some of the female customers and a lot of looking around by the men while the eating and drinking went on, but as we were to discover, this was only the prelude to the real business in hand.
It was a hot and steamy summer evening and we had just about finished our first course when an attractive looking couple arrived at the entrance. They were French and pretty well off too by the looks of them. Both were in their early fifties I’d guess, him greying at the temples, her nice figure, both heavily tanned and both of them dripping with very expensive looking gold jewellery.
This couple were obviously known to the staff and had made a reservation, as they were immediately shown to a table adjoining that of four other people who appeared to be expecting them. A bit Spanish looking, this much younger group had more than likely just popped across the border, not that far distant, for a long weekend.
A classy lot all in their late twenties, the women with superb bodies their clothing so miniscule and flimsy it looked at times from the distance of our table that they were naked, seemed more interested in each other than their equally good looking male partners- or anyone else in the restaurant either. But that made no difference to the French couple next to them, for whom it did not seem to be their first rendezvous with this eager young Spanish crowd.
Almost as soon as they sat down the French couple were served with an aperitif and shortly afterwards with their starter course of half a dozen oysters each.
They deliberately made a great fuss of lip licking and noisy slurping, looking all around them as if appraising the other diners while they ate, and in the meantime there was much shuffling of bodies between the three adjacent tables. By the time the French couple had eaten their oysters some urgent repositioning had taken place beside them. The two young Spanish men were now seated beside the older French woman and their wives, having also finished their meal were now deeply entwined on the other side of their table.
Two very smart young boy waiters scurried about deftly clearing the three tables whilst the owner of the place opened a bottle of champagne which had been cooling off nearby, poured the drinks and left the six of them to it.
Now looking like a million dollars her eyes sparkling like the champagne she had just taken a large swig of, the French woman stood up from her dining chair, wiped her mouth on her serviette and took a long lingering look around the room. As if on cue the lights dimmed, then moving slightly away from the table so that she was in full view of the whole restaurant she hoisted her skirt up above her waist as far as it would go and in one practised move pulled her panties right down to her shapely ankles.
Unhitching the tiny scrap of fine white lace from her feet she threw the knickers in the air and they landed on the adjoining table where the two younger women were still caressing each other.
Naked from the belly down, her skirt now just a little strip of material around the waist the French woman turned to face her audience all waiting eagerly for her next move and slowly lowered herself down onto her husband’s lap.
There had been a little scramble of movement while the panties were coming off, during which time the young Spaniards had re-positioned themselves once more and were now seated one each side of the husband. While the husband slowly unbuttoned her blouse, the two other men gently stroked and caressed the naked lower half of her body and as far down her shapely legs as they could comfortably reach.
The husband kissed his wife long and passionately as the silky blouse dropped from her shoulders, before carefully lowering her across his lap with her head resting comfortably on one companion and her legs on the other.
One of the Spaniards sat quietly watching for a while as the one on the right stroked and fondled her breasts and as the woman became more aroused she raised one leg in the air. Her husband took hold of it and cradled it in one arm making it easy for the other man to lick her naked pussy
Half way through the session, the two young Spanish men changed positions and for a moment or two their wives stopped their own kissing and fondling to offer a few words of encouragement. Just audible above the clicking of the cutlery around us we could hear the light moans and sighs of the woman and even liquid sounds of wet tongue on even wetter pussy. Suddenly, just as easily as it had begun the whole episode came to an end. Maybe everyone was satisfied or maybe they were all ready for their dessert. What little clothing that was worn was quickly readjusted, couples reformed at their own seating positions and the meal continued.
The entire restaurant had sat enthralled throughout the whole performance, but not so taken aback by the action to stop them from carrying on eating before their food got cold. In fact you could say that the sexual exhibitionism was an integral part of everyone’s meal.
Photo: Belinda Au Naturel
Twenty years ago no one had heard of a landing strip, a Brazilian, Hollywood or Californian, all now well known to young women as various styles and ways of removing the hair from our pubic regions. In my youth, apart from a regular scrape around the edges to keep any long hair from poking out of the side of your bikini bottoms, this was something that was left well alone unless a baby – or some kind of medical operation was pending.
I discovered the worlds of modelling and naturism at about the same time and found the matter of pubic hair was of considerable importance. Professional glamour models were required to be clean shaven in the pubic area whereas the naturist media wanted the exact opposite and when using a glamour shot - which they often did - the art editor of the magazine had to brush stroke the missing pubic hair back in.
I was doing quite a lot of work for several naturist magazines at the time and much preferred the au natural look, as you can see in this shot of me half asleep on a Spanish beach.
The Climax
It was the last Sunday in October, a bright sunny day and almost the end of one of our regular monthly visits to the South of France. In two days time we would be on the road again, on our way back to England the car full to the brim with the results of our daily buying expeditions. Using our little house in the Aude as a base, we usually spend about half of our time visiting galleries, local markets, exhibitions and any other likely places in the search for suitably different and interesting objects of art , antiques, erotica and other curiosities for our UK based Interiors business.
In between the work (if you can call it that) when it’s too hot for business we will spend the day totally naked and free of care on one of the multitude of magnificent sandy beaches of this sometimes wild and always wonderful part of the Mediterranean coast.
Our evenings are reserved for an entirely different, but just as enjoying kind of relaxation when three of four times a week we venture abroad to sample the nightlife. It could be our local piano bar, one of the many ‘dress up and be sexy’ clubs a bit further away from home or perhaps our very favourite cabaret-restaurant, dancing, drinking and eating, all in moderation of course, either on our own or with new or old friends.
