by Edward Adams
Showing off was primarily for Patrick, but the eyes of others must play a role.
Exciting others must be exciting for oneself and for the one who exhibits us.
The conditions are there… A real pleasure!
A sparsely populated alley and I direct my cart to the stationery.
Two women. One, in his forties immersed in examining writing pads, the other much younger, detailing the articles on the shelves.
We meet them and my left hand leaves the cart.
The "Oh but it's not going! By Chloé is a mistake. A mistake for her of course. Although ...
This little slut has her buttocks so firm that my hand had to pull hard on the dress so that it went back to her marble ass.
She has a look a little panicked towards me and I hope that seeing me smile mockingly will prick her alive and wake her Pittbull side looking for the bastong. Or the challenge…
I turn away from those we have just encountered.
One has noticed nothing or is content to show nothing but the youngest has not missed anything from Chloé's bare ass which sways according to her steps.
And her approach is that of a slut on the hunt.
It is not wanted but it is so. I never dared to tell him.
She would be upset.
Then the woman looks up at me.
Her cheeks are not as red as Chloé's, but she is close to it.
I smile at her ... She too.
- The prettiest seems to like your ass my beautiful ...
- Pfff ... She did not see I'm sure.
- Turn around… Check it out!
"She ... She looks at me". It is said in a breath.
- Again ! Turn around ...
New whisper when Chloé turns away from the other girl.
"Always ... She's always watching" and Chloe bites her lips.
Chloe biting her lips is a sign of nervousness, great tension or intense pleasure. A hell of a mix this time.
We leave the alley and Chloé turns around again to find that our voyeur has not yet taken his eyes off her.
And it is a man that I see arriving with him too, his eyes riveted on the naked buttocks of my companion.
Chloe notices and drops an
almost inaudible "Oh damn".
The man is alone, in his thirties and not ugly and he gratifies what he sees with a slight admiring hiss.
He stopped to give us the way.
I only did the exhibition with Patrick knowing that nothing could happen to me but I feel calm in this hyper packed with people.
My hand lowers the dress and I laugh a little while addressing my stranger.
- A small bet and that's it ...
It seems nice but one thing is certain, it has a sense of sharing.
- And your girlfriend lost then ... So much the better for me!
I emboldened myself by asking him if he appreciated and his answer is funny.
He says his name is Mr + and therefore he would like to see more.
I quickly drop a "Not here but ..."
And the cart rushes into another alley.
Household dishes and utensils.
Obviously he followed us and stops when the cart stops.
A quick glance around to make sure we are alone.
It is the case…
My hand this time again must pull firmly on the fabric.
Chloe's breasts seem to leap out of their hiding place.
I drop the dress leaving my partner become peony, paralyzed and breasts in the air.
Taut and hard nipples calling for the caress.
My fingers pull and the dress rises to the delicate navel it sheltered.
New light hiss and a "You are a real beauty".
- Thank you for her ! My friend is a little shy.
- Happy that you are there.
He smiles and I lower the dress of my sweetheart who adjusts herself by contorting to hide her breasts.
A small smile and I address my accomplice for a moment.
- Well we will continue ...
This is where it all comes into play. A clown and it can end in little scandal or worse ...
- And you?
He spoke with a smile and my expression tells him that I don't understand.
New smile and it adds.
- You haven't made a bet?
I am really surprised but a gentle warmth that I know well takes my stomach.
- I only bet when I am sure I will win.
- What if I really wanted to see you? Would this be considered a won bet?
I can't help but answer with a shy yes.
A real shyness, a real shame that suddenly overwhelms me and a real desire to obey him if he continues.
- I really want to look under your promised dress ...
- So ...
In turn my breasts are released with one hand and my dress reveals my belly when I lift it with the other.
I forgot Chloé… The possible passers-by… There remains this man, shame and pleasure.
His "Turn around!" Is almost an order and I obey.
We left our stranger thanking us for offering him this great moment of emotion and pleasure.
He was perfect.
Having set foot in this hyper located at the other end of the city only on very rare occasions and only to show off with Patrick, I feel calm when to fall face to face with this man.
And even if ... He could only thank me again and repeat his request to have a drink with him.
This time Chloé prefers outside air than air conditioning and we are driving towards the port.
This is the moment chosen by my darling to admit to me what she felt from our little adventure.
She chuckles when she says she's still excited about it.
And even more excited now because at the time she was freaking out.
She admits to having felt wet as soon as she saw that the woman was looking at her.
- I still wet there pfff.
The stranger excited her much more.
The woman had only seen her ass. His look at him on her breasts and especially on her pussy ...
- Damn it was too much ... Do you think he saw that I was wet? Oh cow ... The shame I had ... But you know what? What almost made me enjoy standing ... I really thought I was going to have an orgasm you know ... That's when this guy caressed your butt! And your ass spread when he passed his hand between ...
- But what are you talking about?
But I feel my cheeks boiling because I already understood.
And indeed Chloé explains to me that it was this stranger who lifted my dress to reveal my buttocks.
Not her !
And that he took the opportunity to go a little further.
At the time I thought that Chloé was responsible for doing it and I explain it to her.
- Oh cow Jul! You're serious too!
- Shit, who do you take me for? Do you think I'm being fiddled with by anyone? It made sense for you to do it yourself. You lift my dress you! Like I did for you. A finger on my anus and in my pussy ... And I let it happen! Obviously I thought it was you! Oh shit ...
She laughs without stopping and repeats several times that she is in a car with Madame Savéol ... (Tomato sales company).
As for me, I swallow the snake without laughing even if it is not the end of the world.
It only happened once ...
And almost exactly the same way. Patrick who asks me to suck him in a cinema and insists that the man by my side look at me. He simply replied to the man. "You don't touch it or it will be very bad."
The other had accepted.
This man also touched me and went further.
And I had not dared to stumble for fear that Patrick would demolish it.
And I had enjoyed with his fingers between my buttocks.
Patrick never knew.
That this stranger fingers me for a moment, that he knows how drenched I was, had terribly excited me.
That same evening I blamed mysel
f for not having done anything to prevent it, but I had only seen my violent husband once. There were three of them, they attacked us and they couldn't even touch him. And all this v ****** e had shaken me when he had massacred them. He was afraid of what could happen to me.
Besides, it was not this man's fingers that had excited me. But the idea that he knows I'm soaked.
And suddenly Chloe becomes serious and silent again.
A glance towards her and I inform myself.
- What's the matter ? Do you think I want you? I don't hold it against you darling! I promise! You couldn't know that it was up to you ...
- No Jul ... That's not it ... I know you're not angry. But this guy ... That you take for me when he touches you ... What he did to you in front of me ...
And staring at me she stammers that she really wants to enjoy ...
So it's up to me to play ...
I take my eyes off her to look for a place or to park.
We are in the city and the idea of succeeding in making my partner enjoy in the car and in the city excites me a lot. There are people passing by but I am not trying to look at who these people are or even if they are looking at us. Only the idea that she enjoys there, under possible looks warms my stomach.
- I thought it was you ... His finger ... He could have put it in me, bugger me ... You imagine! Let this guy bugger me with his finger! I still feel it on my ass you know ... But especially the shame that ... I thought it was you then ... This bastard slipped his finger in my pussy ... Or two fingers ... I do not know ... And I who wet ... While he fingers me ... Soaked like a slut while he pushes them and ...
- Ooooh Jul ... Je jouiiis!
Chloé shouted ...
She enjoys her head against the armchair, legs spread under her dress pulled up over her thighs, her beautiful eyes fixed on mine without having to touch each other.
She almost masters this way of having fun now.
- We heard you my dear…
Indeed, two young people on the sidewalk are leaning over and looking into the vehicle.
We did not know if the two young men had understood what was going on inside but on the other hand, we had forgotten the open windows ...
I did not lie to him ...
I only used certain words and embellished the story. I was barely wet and I was sure there was only one finger.
As for me…
Even today.
Think of this unknown hand that caresses my buttocks then creeps between them, a finger weighing lightly on my little hole and descending to slip into my already wet slit and staying there for a brief moment ...
It would make me almost enjoy.
We have been silent for a long time and the road passes in front of us.
- I don't know naturism ...
- We are not going to do naturism my darling ...
- And you call that how to be naked on a beach ... That's what we're going to do no ?
- You sure ... I will see ... Naturism is more a way of life and it's not my thing. I'm going to show you ... You will be the only one naked I hope ...
She remains without answering and starts to look in front of her ...
We had lost time with "our races" and suddenly, almost two hours of driving to push in the South seemed too long to us.
And then we will say what we want, nothing beats the North coast for the wild side and sparsely populated.
A stretch of sand wedged between two long heaps of large rocks more than a real beach.
Bordered by light dunes overgrown with seagrass, embedded by rock and water at about thirty meters at high tide.
The place is sometimes deserted and rarely populated.
The concern being that to show off, the desert is not really ideal.
As soon as we arrived, a quick overview with my hand on my eyes and I decided that we could try our luck.
And if it's not the day to show off, basking in the sun will suit us perfectly.
In the dunes a man standing to the left of the beach and another man sitting on the rock on the other side.
There are always ...
Because it is not the seagulls or the ocean currents that make them stay there.
A campsite and a large beach a little further brings a lot of traffic behind the dunes on the other hand, and once installed, we will even hear walkers if they are talking.
This is reassuring for the case where an olibrius would like to go further than looking.
There are also a few people near the water, walking or taking a dip.
But above all, there is this couple just where I wanted to settle.
- Come on darling ... You follow me!
- Well yeah, I
'm not going to be ostrich and wait for you ... I need to talk to this couple.
They are already in place.
This is one of my basic rules.
- Hello !
I am naturally cheerful and playful and smile easily.
There my smile is bright ...
My experience is not that of a fierce exhibition and I have not done much.
You just need to know a few tricks and be quite finicky in psychology.
First…
Always ask the woman.
Man will never or very rarely refuse.
Even face his dragon then.
But it's rarely thrilling in this case.
They are very rare to refuse.
There are exceptions sometimes such this horrible gentleman who had called me wanton and hastened to tell his shrew who looked at me as the last of the trails to follow him.
They left us and a friend and left their place.
He had returned alone half an hour later, and settled almost at our feet with eyes riveted on our exposed sexes.
This guy had offended me ...
I had moved aside, had inserted a finger in my cock before the eyes of my amazed friend.
- You like ?
The other had almost shouted "Oh yes bitch" and had immediately taken out a soft sex and curled up in his shirt.
- Now poor guy ... You get out or I scream! Go find your wife and ask her to fiddle with you! Get lost Ducon! I can not stand without the balls of your kind!
After treating us with all the bird names without stopping to glance around him, he was gone.
My friend remained under a communicative laugh for a long time, repeating between two bursts of laughter
"But put a finger anyway must dare".
I don't like men who don't care about saying what they think.
And those unable to assume their actions.
And get along, in life in general.
But those who cheat on their wives for a whole bunch of bogus reasons without leaving them to fulfill their desires or those who crawl at the feet of bad guys. Those…
They are insufferable!
I like real macho ...
Those who don't realize they are.
Kind, adorable, respecting their darlings but capable of giving a woman the impression that she is only a fragile little thing and that she can count on him in all circumstances.
And for my case, the physique must be in keeping.
As for sitting naked near other people ...
The answer to my question must be clear and we must feel it sincere.
This ranges from polite refusal to a whole range of responses.
I only start when I feel that the fact that I am going to be naked in front of this woman and her man is duly accepted.
And is in no way embarrassing for her.
A simple "Yes it doesn't bother me" dropped evasively is not enough.
Either she will end up not supporting and will regret, or she will not be the least excited about it.
And therefore nobody will get the least satisfaction from it.
These little rules are essential when I am not the first on the place.
Otherwise, it is up to those who settle to choose.
Stay or leave ...
And I d
on't care if I know I'm not in my right and violate the law to bask naked in the sun on sand.
You talk of a crime like this!
The couple in their thirties, well matched and she smiles at me.
Him brown and rather well built.
She is rather small and petite, brown and hair raised in a chignon wave, small breasts hidden by a black bikini top. Lovely.
- Hello ...
She took off her glasses to answer me. Politeness and I hope curiosity.
- I was wondering ... There ... I come here often but there is never anyone. Are you from the area?
- At all… Auvergnats and on vacation. We discovered this beach yesterday. We are at the campsite but it is really funnier here. And you ... Are you on vacation here?
She is natural, seems friendly and willing to converse.
He, as I thought, simply answered my hello but does not take my eyes off me.
- We are from Brest ... And just came to sunbathe ... But I have to ask you something. You were the first so it is normal that you have priority.
She has another lovely smile and lets me continue.
Chloe stayed for a while looking out to sea and decided to join me.
His "hello" makes them respond too and attracts another smile from the young woman.
- My friend and I ... It's a bit tricky to explain but ...
- You can settle in without worry! The beach is for everyone.
It is said frankly and even said with a little eagerness.
She must be bored and the company will please her.
