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05/05/2012
I should not be allowed to holiday in the south of France, I always misbehave there…and oh how I love it!
A few summers ago I was there with my husband on holiday. On our last night we decided to have a big evening out, as you do when going home the next afternoon. We started with a G&T in our room whilst I got ready. What to wear, hmmm. I decided on my prettiest sun dress, it’s a halter type that ties up around the back of my neck, a bit short, floaty, a lovely light blue and white floral pattern that looks great when I am brown. It’s borderline sheer, if you look you can easily make out my nipples, especially as the top half of the dress is very clingy; but they are sort of camouflaged by the floral pattern. Sometimes I wear a halter neck bra with it, but not tonight -- perfect for a naughty last summer holiday night out.
Glad I brought my killer blue strappy shoes with the 5 inch heels, they make me feel very sexy. One small problem, all I had left were black knickers, which you could see through my dress. Hubby convinced me to go without, which seemed extra naughty, so it didn’t take much convincing!
We went for drinks in a cute little bar we’d been to a couple of times already. I had my usual Cosmo as we relaxed on the patio. I seemed to be drawing attention already, as several locals were staring at me. It’s a uniquely French thing I think, the men will openly stare at you if they find you attractive, and not just for a minute or two. They will stare the entire time you are there. I guess it’s their way of letting you know they find you attractive. Don’t ever return the look, as they’ll think you are interested – unless of course you are, then by all means.
I wasn’t, so I just enjoyed the attention and the evening sun. We moved on to our dinner, a beautiful little classic French restaurant with delicious food and excellent wine. We managed a bottle of white as a starter and then a bottle of red with our mains, all fab. There were a couple more “stare-ers”, but I just ignored them, which can be amusing as well.
By now I was in a very merry mood and ready for some fun. Hubby suggested an evening stroll, which led us to a dance club we’d been passing all week. This time we decided to go in. It was busy but not heaving, just right. We found a table near the dance floor and sat down; then J went to the bar to get drinks. A few more staring at me whilst he was gone, but these admirers were younger and much better looking, so I acknowledged their gazes. J was back in no time with another Cosmo for me, which always seems to lead to trouble, but it was our last night on holiday, always a good time to stir things up.
We sucked down our drinks in record time; I think we were both wound up by the music and the scene on the dance floor, lots of sexy sexy people, so we decided to join them. We danced a couple of songs which was loads of fun. J always tells me that when I am dancing I get an irresistible wiggle going and my ass moves in a very alluring way. He made me dance with my back to him a few times just so he could watch me move.
After our couple of dances we headed off the increasingly crowded dance floor, I was following J, just as I neared the edge a hand grabbed my arm and twirled me round. I didn’t know what was going on, but within seconds I was back on the dance floor, dancing again, now with a gorgeous, perfect stranger. He was very handsome and a good 20 years younger than me, naturally tanned and very fit. He shouted a few words at me in French, which amounted to “Baby you are gorgeous, I love the way you dance, it is very sexy”. I shouted back a “thanks” in French and we carried on dancing. I was really enjoying watching my new dance partner, he could really move, but after 2 songs, I suddenly remembered I had a husband waiting for me. I thanked my new friend, gave him a kiss on the cheek, slipped away through the crowd and off the dance floor.
Back at our table hubby was waiting with drinks, smiling like an idiot. Yes, it was another Cosmo for me, how many is that now? Tres dangereux. I apologised for disappearing and explained what had happened; he just laughed and said it was totally cool and that he enjoyed it all very much. He thought it was great that a hot young guy fancied me enough to drag me on to the dance floor. We worked our way through our drinks, a bit more slowly this time and continued to people watch the young and sexy crowd on the dance floor, whilst managing to not feel horribly out of place.
Suddenly the Americano song came on, hubby can never resist its beat. He leapt up, grabbed my hand and off we went back to the dance floor. We were dancing away very energetically to this best dance track ever, an extended mix, when my new boyfriend suddenly appeared beside us, dancing with a gorgeous blonde with fabulous legs and a great figure. She was in a skin tight electric blue minidress, very low cut, large natural looking tits, def no bra. It took me a few seconds to pull my eyes off of her and smile at my new friend.
After a minute or so he managed to casually switch partners, so I was now dancing with him and J was dancing with the gorgeous blonde – which he didn’t seem to mind at all. After Americano ended we carried on for another song, but just before it ended I saw hubby take the girl’s hand and lead her back to our table. This time he ordered drinks from the waitress and they sat down to try and chat.
I just carried on dancing with this delicious young man, he could really move, I was lost in the haze of it all. Without a word my friend changed our dance style and suddenly he had his hands on me, one round my waist, and started twirling me, it was a blast. He must have known how much I love dancing like this. Another song or two went by as he twirled me around the floor, crashing into people now and again, when he pulled me in close and asked if I wanted to go for a cigarette. I only smoke when I am out having fun, but I love it then, so it was an enthusiastic yes from me.
I went over to the table (on my own) and told hubby we were going for a cigarette; he gave me a wave and carried on chatting to the pretty blonde. I grabbed my cigarettes and the two untouched drinks on the table (yes, yet another Cosmo for me). I went round the dance floor to the back and found Mr Gorgeous waiting there. I handed him his drink, he opened the door and took my hand, leading me across the pretty little back garden, to the far wall around a corner. The garden was dimly lit; he led me to a cosy spot formed by the wall of the building next door and a lower garden wall, which had a small ash tray on it and a few empty drink glasses. It felt surprisingly secluded.
He pulled a lighter out, I took his hand and pulled the flame up to my cigarette, holding his hand there for just a second or two longer than necessary. After our cigarettes were both lit, he took my hand again and held it in his as we chatted. This made it necessary to put my cigarette down whenever I wanted to sip my drink, but it was fine with me. He told me his name was Manu (short for Emmanuel, a very popular name in France for boys). We made a bit of small talk, I told him I was from London; he was from Paris but down for the month of August, like most of Paris. Elle, the girl he was with was not really his girlfriend, she used to be, but they broke up a while ago. They were still friends and liked to go out together for fun. He did let slip that sometimes they slept together as well, again for the fun and the pleasure of it.
He asked if J was my husband, I said yes, of course. He explained he asked because in France it is not unusual for married people to have affairs, so he thought he’d check. He looked a bit disappointed, but I assured him that J would not mind us dancing and going for a cigarette.
We carried on chatting and drinking for a while, holding hands and sipping our drinks. Suddenly Manu pulled me to him and started kissing me hard and fast, just the way I like it. It caught me off guard, but I kissed back and even managed to touch my tongue inside his mouth, swirling it around and enjoying feeling him pressed up against me. After several minutes of snogging, I needed to come up for air, so I pulled away slowly and said we should go back inside and dance. Manu said ok; we finished our drinks, he took my hand and led me back across the garden and in the back door. We went straight to the dance floor and danced to the rest of the song that was playing, at which point I felt I should get back to the table and see how my husband was handling my new friendship.
We arrived at the table to find J still chatting with Elle, and they had been joined by another pretty girl named Juliette, another ex of Manu’s apparently. J looked happy as a clam sitting in between them chattering away as best they could in the loud music, which required putting his mouth right up to each girl’s ear so they could hear. Lucky for him they both spoke excellent English, as his French is pretty basic, unlike mine – I am pretty much fluent as you may remember.
Manu and I sat on the banquette opposite the others, next to each other. He ordered a round of drinks for everyone.
We were trying to chat with J and the girls across the table, which was a little bit difficult over the music, but we managed. Manu was resting his hand on my thigh, and had managed to move my dress up far enough that he was touching my inner thigh with his fingertips. I don’t think anyone else could tell, as he was being very subtle. He was gently stroking my leg with his fingers, moving slowly upwards…I had moved my legs apart just far enough so his hand would fit between them. I put my hand on Manu’s thigh, feeling his muscled leg through his trousers.
Manu said loudly that it has been rude of him not to introduce himself properly to my husband, so he made a formal-ish introduction across the table, half standing and reaching out to shake hands. As he leaned forward he also slid his other hand right up my dress and put his fingers right on my bare pussy lips, giving them a brief rub. I was sure no one noticed (except me) and wondered if he could feel my wetness there. I hoped he could, as he was making me very turned on.
Manu then excused himself for a moment and said he needed to speak to the DJ, who was a friend. He returned to the table a few minutes later and sat down, putting his hand back on my thigh…I had already raised my dress up almost all the way to my pussy, but I was still fairly hidden by the table. He leaned in to my ear and said in English “No underwear, I like zis very much!” and kissed my ear gently as he pulled away. Next he moved his fingers up my thigh, but stopped going higher before it became too obvious what he was doing.
I wanted him to touch me as we sat across from my husband, the idea really turned me on, so I slid down in my seat a bit with my legs a little further apart, and met his hand with my now bare and very wet pussy. He touched me slowly, firmly. I wanted a finger inside me, but he did not oblige. I lifted my leg over his to urge him on a bit and to give him better access. I looked across the table, I wanted to look into J’s eyes as Manu was touching me, but J was too interested in the other girls to look back. Just then I felt one finger slip inside me, I let out a little gasp that only I could hear, I was sure.
I was hoping to stay like this for a while, enjoying having my clit massaged, but Instead Manu pulled his hand slowly away as he asked me to dance. I’d have rather carried on like we were, but I waved to the others as he led me out to the dance floor once again.
Getting into the spirit of the dance quickly, I was really enjoying watching Manu move; I could tell by his eyes that he was enjoying me too. He carried on spinning and twirling me around the crowded dance floor which seemed wonderfully dangerous. About two songs in the music slowed way down to something sounding very sexy and intimate, but lots of people left the dance floor. I looked up at Manu, who had just pulled me close to him; now I knew what he had in mind when he went to see the DJ, and why he wanted to get back on the floor instead of teasing me.
We slow danced while he whispered in my ear how gorgeous he thought I was…I thought I was going to melt right there. I told him he was delicious, just as he moved one hand down onto my ass. He whispered into my ear that I had a fantastic ass and he really needed to feel it in his hand as he pulled me right up against him. I had already felt the bulge in his trousers, but now it was large and unmistakeable. I said into his ear that I liked the feel of his cock up against me and rubbed against him in slow rhythm with the music.
He pulled his chest away from me just a bit, just enough to put his other hand on my breast and start giving me a gentle massage. I think I might have let out a moan then as well, but was sure no one could hear it except Manu. I moved my hand down his side and slid it in between us, slipping as much of my hand into his trousers as I could manage-- I undid a couple of the buttons for better access when this huge cock sprang up over the top of his now low, somewhat open waist band. I got my hand around the head and some of the shaft and said into his ear “Wow, you’ve got an enormous cock…I like a big fat cock.” He just laughed. I was gently stroking him when I noticed out of the corner of my eye that my husband and his two “girlfriends” had stopped staring at each other, and had their eyes locked on us. I was sure there was some touching going on under the table between J and the girls, it sort of looked like he was playing with both their pussies.
I don’t think J could see exactly what we were up to, but it must have been obvious that we were doing something naughty. J looked like he was nearly as turned on as I was. Just then I felt Manu’s hand move lower on my ass, slipping under my dress and between my thighs, a long finger pushing through and up against the opening of my fanny, managing to get a little ways inside – which sent a wave of pleasure through me, causing me to kiss him very passionately.
We stayed in this embrace, me slowly stroking his enormous cock, him teasing my pussy and playing with my tits, totally hypnotised by the eroticism of this moment, not really aware of time passing, just the music and the pleasure.
Another few minutes passed when the music changed back to a thumping club vibe and the moment was over. We separated as if on auto pilot and started to dance again…I wasn’t ready to go back and face my hubby just yet, this was too delicious of a moment to jump straight back into reality.
After one song I said I wanted a cigarette so we went back to the table. We sat for a moment when Juliette whispered in my ear “I told your husband that you are lost to Manu now, because you have discovered his huge cock…but don’t worry, we will look after him, he’s cute and very sweet.” I just smiled at her and nodded, then smiled at J, who looked very drunk and totally mesmerised by Elle. I was sure she was playing with his willy under the table.
I said I was going for a cigarette, so Manu and I wandered off to the garden to his little private corner again. We did as before, smoking, holding hands and sipping our drinks. But this time the conversation was much more intimate, closer, sexuelle. Manu was sitting on the wall, and I was standing in between his knees, my tits in his face. He looked gorgeous in the dim light, grabbing my tits every time I reached over to grab my drink; I’d give him a kiss on the way past. When my cigarette was finished I started rubbing his crotch, which was expanding rapidly and looking very uncomfortably constrained. I looked around to see if we were alone, reaching for the top of his trousers as I spun my head round. We were pretty well hidden, but I could see the silhouette of J and the 2 French tartes. They had followed us out to spy on us and hidden in a dark corner behind some bushes. I could still make them out, J was sandwiched in between them, kissing Juliette from what I could see.
I looked back at Manu, smiled and undid his trousers, pulling his amazing cock out, I swear it was 10” long. I stroked it playfully whilst kissing him, he was squeezing my nipples through my dress, which was nearly enough to make me come all on it’s own. I put one leg over his thigh, which gave him better access to my soaking fanny, he started rubbing the head of his cock on my pussy lips, his slippery head sliding deliciously over my lips and clit. I was struggling to keep from moaning too loudly, but it felt so good, I tried to moan mostly into Manu’s ear to keep anyone else from hearing.
He stopped playing with my tits long enough to untie my dress and take it down from around my neck, freeing my breasts. The warm night air felt so nice, his kisses and sucking my nipples even nicer. I looked over towards the 3 silhouettes, I was certain that J was now fucking one of the girls. I watched for just a second, until Manu started sucking my tits more urgently, nibbling my nipples, sending even more electric zings of pleasure through me, connecting nipples to clit with a jolt that had me quivering in ecstasy.
I moaned into Manu’s ear that I needed to feel his cock inside me, I said give it to me now, I was begging for him to fuck me. He said slowly baby, slowly, and slid the end of his cock inside of me, bit by bit, filling me up until no more of him would fit inside me, then slowly, seductively he slid his cock back out, then in and out of me whilst sucking my nipples and somehow managing to rub my very slippery clit, oh it was divine, delicious, my head was spinning, I was out of control and moaning, I’m sure the 3 silhouettes could hear me, I could hear them and it just propelled us further, faster. I whispered into Manu’s ear between my moans “fuck me from behind, from behind, please, please”, then I moved off of him. I looked over at the ménage a trois in the bushes, I could hear both of the girls moaning, well done J, I couldn’t really tell what was happening, but it was turning me on even more.
Manu stood up and moved off the wall, I leaned forward, hands on the wall, bent over, bare ass in the air, pussy wet and ready. Manu moved in behind me, flung my dress up over my back and stuck his raging hard on straight into my obliging pussy, faster this time, faster and harder, just the way I love it, and began pounding away, oh it was heaven. As he pounded away he was massaging my clit with one hand and play with my tits with the other, squeezing my nipple, sending those incredible shock waves straight to my clit, talented boy. I was trying to be quiet, but the pleasure, the delicious sensation was overwhelming. I was back out of control, moaning, moaning loudly now when I felt an orgasm welling up, getting ready to overwhelm me, it started, my moans changing to higher pitched, more rapid and clipped, the orgasm came crashing over me in wave after fabulous wave, my sounds moving from moaning to a more fevered pitch, rapid, flushed with emotional pleasure, building to a loud and fantastic climax that lasted and lasted, extended by Manu’s own orgasm exploding inside me, I could feel his cock swell and erupt as he continued to pump inside me with force and purpose, throbbing pulses of semen that seemed to go on and on and on til I felt them running down my leg.
Slowly we came down into the real world again, gradually regaining a sense of where we were and what we were doing. As Manu pulled out of me I heard a small giggle and looked to my right, there were J and the girls grinning like idiots, smiling and laughing at us from not 20 feet away. I stood up and put my dress back together as Manu pulled his shirt and trousers back into place, a sheepish grin. I caught J’s eye when I was dressing, he winked at me and mouthed “I’m going to fuck you later”. We all smiled at each other, then the girls each took one of J’s hands and led him back to the club. Manu took my hand, pulled me close and kissed me hard on the lips, his tongue going everywhere, I kissed him back, rubbing his ass and strong back with my hands. The kiss lasted a very long time, stopping only when we noticed the thumping music coming out of the open door of the club. Manu took my hand and led me straight to the dance floor where we danced slowly, tenderly, completely out of time with the thumping beat, dancing to our own rhythm, our own song.
When the music stopped, reality checked back in and beckoned we return to the table, where J, Elle and Juliette were sipping their drinks and giggling. We sat down, picked up our drinks and nearly downed them in one. I knew my head was going to hurt in the morning, but it was surely worth it.
We carried on drinking and dancing for several hours after that…
A few summers ago I was there with my husband on holiday. On our last night we decided to have a big evening out, as you do when going home the next afternoon. We started with a G&T in our room whilst I got ready. What to wear, hmmm. I decided on my prettiest sun dress, it’s a halter type that ties up around the back of my neck, a bit short, floaty, a lovely light blue and white floral pattern that looks great when I am brown. It’s borderline sheer, if you look you can easily make out my nipples, especially as the top half of the dress is very clingy; but they are sort of camouflaged by the floral pattern. Sometimes I wear a halter neck bra with it, but not tonight -- perfect for a naughty last summer holiday night out.
Glad I brought my killer blue strappy shoes with the 5 inch heels, they make me feel very sexy. One small problem, all I had left were black knickers, which you could see through my dress. Hubby convinced me to go without, which seemed extra naughty, so it didn’t take much convincing!
We went for drinks in a cute little bar we’d been to a couple of times already. I had my usual Cosmo as we relaxed on the patio. I seemed to be drawing attention already, as several locals were staring at me. It’s a uniquely French thing I think, the men will openly stare at you if they find you attractive, and not just for a minute or two. They will stare the entire time you are there. I guess it’s their way of letting you know they find you attractive. Don’t ever return the look, as they’ll think you are interested – unless of course you are, then by all means.
I wasn’t, so I just enjoyed the attention and the evening sun. We moved on to our dinner, a beautiful little classic French restaurant with delicious food and excellent wine. We managed a bottle of white as a starter and then a bottle of red with our mains, all fab. There were a couple more “stare-ers”, but I just ignored them, which can be amusing as well.
By now I was in a very merry mood and ready for some fun. Hubby suggested an evening stroll, which led us to a dance club we’d been passing all week. This time we decided to go in. It was busy but not heaving, just right. We found a table near the dance floor and sat down; then J went to the bar to get drinks. A few more staring at me whilst he was gone, but these admirers were younger and much better looking, so I acknowledged their gazes. J was back in no time with another Cosmo for me, which always seems to lead to trouble, but it was our last night on holiday, always a good time to stir things up.
We sucked down our drinks in record time; I think we were both wound up by the music and the scene on the dance floor, lots of sexy sexy people, so we decided to join them. We danced a couple of songs which was loads of fun. J always tells me that when I am dancing I get an irresistible wiggle going and my ass moves in a very alluring way. He made me dance with my back to him a few times just so he could watch me move.
After our couple of dances we headed off the increasingly crowded dance floor, I was following J, just as I neared the edge a hand grabbed my arm and twirled me round. I didn’t know what was going on, but within seconds I was back on the dance floor, dancing again, now with a gorgeous, perfect stranger. He was very handsome and a good 20 years younger than me, naturally tanned and very fit. He shouted a few words at me in French, which amounted to “Baby you are gorgeous, I love the way you dance, it is very sexy”. I shouted back a “thanks” in French and we carried on dancing. I was really enjoying watching my new dance partner, he could really move, but after 2 songs, I suddenly remembered I had a husband waiting for me. I thanked my new friend, gave him a kiss on the cheek, slipped away through the crowd and off the dance floor.
Back at our table hubby was waiting with drinks, smiling like an idiot. Yes, it was another Cosmo for me, how many is that now? Tres dangereux. I apologised for disappearing and explained what had happened; he just laughed and said it was totally cool and that he enjoyed it all very much. He thought it was great that a hot young guy fancied me enough to drag me on to the dance floor. We worked our way through our drinks, a bit more slowly this time and continued to people watch the young and sexy crowd on the dance floor, whilst managing to not feel horribly out of place.
Suddenly the Americano song came on, hubby can never resist its beat. He leapt up, grabbed my hand and off we went back to the dance floor. We were dancing away very energetically to this best dance track ever, an extended mix, when my new boyfriend suddenly appeared beside us, dancing with a gorgeous blonde with fabulous legs and a great figure. She was in a skin tight electric blue minidress, very low cut, large natural looking tits, def no bra. It took me a few seconds to pull my eyes off of her and smile at my new friend.
After a minute or so he managed to casually switch partners, so I was now dancing with him and J was dancing with the gorgeous blonde – which he didn’t seem to mind at all. After Americano ended we carried on for another song, but just before it ended I saw hubby take the girl’s hand and lead her back to our table. This time he ordered drinks from the waitress and they sat down to try and chat.
I just carried on dancing with this delicious young man, he could really move, I was lost in the haze of it all. Without a word my friend changed our dance style and suddenly he had his hands on me, one round my waist, and started twirling me, it was a blast. He must have known how much I love dancing like this. Another song or two went by as he twirled me around the floor, crashing into people now and again, when he pulled me in close and asked if I wanted to go for a cigarette. I only smoke when I am out having fun, but I love it then, so it was an enthusiastic yes from me.
I went over to the table (on my own) and told hubby we were going for a cigarette; he gave me a wave and carried on chatting to the pretty blonde. I grabbed my cigarettes and the two untouched drinks on the table (yes, yet another Cosmo for me). I went round the dance floor to the back and found Mr Gorgeous waiting there. I handed him his drink, he opened the door and took my hand, leading me across the pretty little back garden, to the far wall around a corner. The garden was dimly lit; he led me to a cosy spot formed by the wall of the building next door and a lower garden wall, which had a small ash tray on it and a few empty drink glasses. It felt surprisingly secluded.
He pulled a lighter out, I took his hand and pulled the flame up to my cigarette, holding his hand there for just a second or two longer than necessary. After our cigarettes were both lit, he took my hand again and held it in his as we chatted. This made it necessary to put my cigarette down whenever I wanted to sip my drink, but it was fine with me. He told me his name was Manu (short for Emmanuel, a very popular name in France for boys). We made a bit of small talk, I told him I was from London; he was from Paris but down for the month of August, like most of Paris. Elle, the girl he was with was not really his girlfriend, she used to be, but they broke up a while ago. They were still friends and liked to go out together for fun. He did let slip that sometimes they slept together as well, again for the fun and the pleasure of it.
He asked if J was my husband, I said yes, of course. He explained he asked because in France it is not unusual for married people to have affairs, so he thought he’d check. He looked a bit disappointed, but I assured him that J would not mind us dancing and going for a cigarette.
We carried on chatting and drinking for a while, holding hands and sipping our drinks. Suddenly Manu pulled me to him and started kissing me hard and fast, just the way I like it. It caught me off guard, but I kissed back and even managed to touch my tongue inside his mouth, swirling it around and enjoying feeling him pressed up against me. After several minutes of snogging, I needed to come up for air, so I pulled away slowly and said we should go back inside and dance. Manu said ok; we finished our drinks, he took my hand and led me back across the garden and in the back door. We went straight to the dance floor and danced to the rest of the song that was playing, at which point I felt I should get back to the table and see how my husband was handling my new friendship.
We arrived at the table to find J still chatting with Elle, and they had been joined by another pretty girl named Juliette, another ex of Manu’s apparently. J looked happy as a clam sitting in between them chattering away as best they could in the loud music, which required putting his mouth right up to each girl’s ear so they could hear. Lucky for him they both spoke excellent English, as his French is pretty basic, unlike mine – I am pretty much fluent as you may remember.
Manu and I sat on the banquette opposite the others, next to each other. He ordered a round of drinks for everyone.
We were trying to chat with J and the girls across the table, which was a little bit difficult over the music, but we managed. Manu was resting his hand on my thigh, and had managed to move my dress up far enough that he was touching my inner thigh with his fingertips. I don’t think anyone else could tell, as he was being very subtle. He was gently stroking my leg with his fingers, moving slowly upwards…I had moved my legs apart just far enough so his hand would fit between them. I put my hand on Manu’s thigh, feeling his muscled leg through his trousers.
Manu said loudly that it has been rude of him not to introduce himself properly to my husband, so he made a formal-ish introduction across the table, half standing and reaching out to shake hands. As he leaned forward he also slid his other hand right up my dress and put his fingers right on my bare pussy lips, giving them a brief rub. I was sure no one noticed (except me) and wondered if he could feel my wetness there. I hoped he could, as he was making me very turned on.
Manu then excused himself for a moment and said he needed to speak to the DJ, who was a friend. He returned to the table a few minutes later and sat down, putting his hand back on my thigh…I had already raised my dress up almost all the way to my pussy, but I was still fairly hidden by the table. He leaned in to my ear and said in English “No underwear, I like zis very much!” and kissed my ear gently as he pulled away. Next he moved his fingers up my thigh, but stopped going higher before it became too obvious what he was doing.
I wanted him to touch me as we sat across from my husband, the idea really turned me on, so I slid down in my seat a bit with my legs a little further apart, and met his hand with my now bare and very wet pussy. He touched me slowly, firmly. I wanted a finger inside me, but he did not oblige. I lifted my leg over his to urge him on a bit and to give him better access. I looked across the table, I wanted to look into J’s eyes as Manu was touching me, but J was too interested in the other girls to look back. Just then I felt one finger slip inside me, I let out a little gasp that only I could hear, I was sure.
I was hoping to stay like this for a while, enjoying having my clit massaged, but Instead Manu pulled his hand slowly away as he asked me to dance. I’d have rather carried on like we were, but I waved to the others as he led me out to the dance floor once again.
Getting into the spirit of the dance quickly, I was really enjoying watching Manu move; I could tell by his eyes that he was enjoying me too. He carried on spinning and twirling me around the crowded dance floor which seemed wonderfully dangerous. About two songs in the music slowed way down to something sounding very sexy and intimate, but lots of people left the dance floor. I looked up at Manu, who had just pulled me close to him; now I knew what he had in mind when he went to see the DJ, and why he wanted to get back on the floor instead of teasing me.
We slow danced while he whispered in my ear how gorgeous he thought I was…I thought I was going to melt right there. I told him he was delicious, just as he moved one hand down onto my ass. He whispered into my ear that I had a fantastic ass and he really needed to feel it in his hand as he pulled me right up against him. I had already felt the bulge in his trousers, but now it was large and unmistakeable. I said into his ear that I liked the feel of his cock up against me and rubbed against him in slow rhythm with the music.
He pulled his chest away from me just a bit, just enough to put his other hand on my breast and start giving me a gentle massage. I think I might have let out a moan then as well, but was sure no one could hear it except Manu. I moved my hand down his side and slid it in between us, slipping as much of my hand into his trousers as I could manage-- I undid a couple of the buttons for better access when this huge cock sprang up over the top of his now low, somewhat open waist band. I got my hand around the head and some of the shaft and said into his ear “Wow, you’ve got an enormous cock…I like a big fat cock.” He just laughed. I was gently stroking him when I noticed out of the corner of my eye that my husband and his two “girlfriends” had stopped staring at each other, and had their eyes locked on us. I was sure there was some touching going on under the table between J and the girls, it sort of looked like he was playing with both their pussies.
I don’t think J could see exactly what we were up to, but it must have been obvious that we were doing something naughty. J looked like he was nearly as turned on as I was. Just then I felt Manu’s hand move lower on my ass, slipping under my dress and between my thighs, a long finger pushing through and up against the opening of my fanny, managing to get a little ways inside – which sent a wave of pleasure through me, causing me to kiss him very passionately.
We stayed in this embrace, me slowly stroking his enormous cock, him teasing my pussy and playing with my tits, totally hypnotised by the eroticism of this moment, not really aware of time passing, just the music and the pleasure.
Another few minutes passed when the music changed back to a thumping club vibe and the moment was over. We separated as if on auto pilot and started to dance again…I wasn’t ready to go back and face my hubby just yet, this was too delicious of a moment to jump straight back into reality.
After one song I said I wanted a cigarette so we went back to the table. We sat for a moment when Juliette whispered in my ear “I told your husband that you are lost to Manu now, because you have discovered his huge cock…but don’t worry, we will look after him, he’s cute and very sweet.” I just smiled at her and nodded, then smiled at J, who looked very drunk and totally mesmerised by Elle. I was sure she was playing with his willy under the table.
I said I was going for a cigarette, so Manu and I wandered off to the garden to his little private corner again. We did as before, smoking, holding hands and sipping our drinks. But this time the conversation was much more intimate, closer, sexuelle. Manu was sitting on the wall, and I was standing in between his knees, my tits in his face. He looked gorgeous in the dim light, grabbing my tits every time I reached over to grab my drink; I’d give him a kiss on the way past. When my cigarette was finished I started rubbing his crotch, which was expanding rapidly and looking very uncomfortably constrained. I looked around to see if we were alone, reaching for the top of his trousers as I spun my head round. We were pretty well hidden, but I could see the silhouette of J and the 2 French tartes. They had followed us out to spy on us and hidden in a dark corner behind some bushes. I could still make them out, J was sandwiched in between them, kissing Juliette from what I could see.
I looked back at Manu, smiled and undid his trousers, pulling his amazing cock out, I swear it was 10” long. I stroked it playfully whilst kissing him, he was squeezing my nipples through my dress, which was nearly enough to make me come all on it’s own. I put one leg over his thigh, which gave him better access to my soaking fanny, he started rubbing the head of his cock on my pussy lips, his slippery head sliding deliciously over my lips and clit. I was struggling to keep from moaning too loudly, but it felt so good, I tried to moan mostly into Manu’s ear to keep anyone else from hearing.
He stopped playing with my tits long enough to untie my dress and take it down from around my neck, freeing my breasts. The warm night air felt so nice, his kisses and sucking my nipples even nicer. I looked over towards the 3 silhouettes, I was certain that J was now fucking one of the girls. I watched for just a second, until Manu started sucking my tits more urgently, nibbling my nipples, sending even more electric zings of pleasure through me, connecting nipples to clit with a jolt that had me quivering in ecstasy.
I moaned into Manu’s ear that I needed to feel his cock inside me, I said give it to me now, I was begging for him to fuck me. He said slowly baby, slowly, and slid the end of his cock inside of me, bit by bit, filling me up until no more of him would fit inside me, then slowly, seductively he slid his cock back out, then in and out of me whilst sucking my nipples and somehow managing to rub my very slippery clit, oh it was divine, delicious, my head was spinning, I was out of control and moaning, I’m sure the 3 silhouettes could hear me, I could hear them and it just propelled us further, faster. I whispered into Manu’s ear between my moans “fuck me from behind, from behind, please, please”, then I moved off of him. I looked over at the ménage a trois in the bushes, I could hear both of the girls moaning, well done J, I couldn’t really tell what was happening, but it was turning me on even more.
Manu stood up and moved off the wall, I leaned forward, hands on the wall, bent over, bare ass in the air, pussy wet and ready. Manu moved in behind me, flung my dress up over my back and stuck his raging hard on straight into my obliging pussy, faster this time, faster and harder, just the way I love it, and began pounding away, oh it was heaven. As he pounded away he was massaging my clit with one hand and play with my tits with the other, squeezing my nipple, sending those incredible shock waves straight to my clit, talented boy. I was trying to be quiet, but the pleasure, the delicious sensation was overwhelming. I was back out of control, moaning, moaning loudly now when I felt an orgasm welling up, getting ready to overwhelm me, it started, my moans changing to higher pitched, more rapid and clipped, the orgasm came crashing over me in wave after fabulous wave, my sounds moving from moaning to a more fevered pitch, rapid, flushed with emotional pleasure, building to a loud and fantastic climax that lasted and lasted, extended by Manu’s own orgasm exploding inside me, I could feel his cock swell and erupt as he continued to pump inside me with force and purpose, throbbing pulses of semen that seemed to go on and on and on til I felt them running down my leg.
Slowly we came down into the real world again, gradually regaining a sense of where we were and what we were doing. As Manu pulled out of me I heard a small giggle and looked to my right, there were J and the girls grinning like idiots, smiling and laughing at us from not 20 feet away. I stood up and put my dress back together as Manu pulled his shirt and trousers back into place, a sheepish grin. I caught J’s eye when I was dressing, he winked at me and mouthed “I’m going to fuck you later”. We all smiled at each other, then the girls each took one of J’s hands and led him back to the club. Manu took my hand, pulled me close and kissed me hard on the lips, his tongue going everywhere, I kissed him back, rubbing his ass and strong back with my hands. The kiss lasted a very long time, stopping only when we noticed the thumping music coming out of the open door of the club. Manu took my hand and led me straight to the dance floor where we danced slowly, tenderly, completely out of time with the thumping beat, dancing to our own rhythm, our own song.
When the music stopped, reality checked back in and beckoned we return to the table, where J, Elle and Juliette were sipping their drinks and giggling. We sat down, picked up our drinks and nearly downed them in one. I knew my head was going to hurt in the morning, but it was surely worth it.
We carried on drinking and dancing for several hours after that…
Poster:
Fanny
