'That is a great view'. The Agent was showing us round a few apartments and this one was the best. One of two apartments on the top floor of an L shaped block overlooking the azure blue ocean. We had just flown into St Gilbert having been given the job transfer of a lifetime. No longer would I be getting Northern Line into Bank, I was now going to spend the next six months living on the Cote D'Azure.
My wife and I had rented out our house in North London and moved at short notice down to the South of France. Friends and family were green with envy, and this penthouse apartment, all expenses paid, was the final cherry on the cake. It had a wall of glass overlooking the sea and a large glass fronted balcony. The whole back of the apartment kitchen, lounge and bedrooms was open to the amazing view.
'We'll take it', my wife said without even looking at me. We both knew that this was going to be a fantastic trip.
We moved in later that week, the things that we needed were flown down in a few days and as we climbed the stairs for the last time with the last of our things we were tired and thrilled. It was difficult to believe that we were really going to live here. The sun was setting on the horizon and we slumped down onto chairs on the balcony to admire the view.
As we sat there in the darkening evening with the lights to our apartment all out and felt the darkness grow around us, in the other penthouse out neighbours arrived home, presumably from an early evening dinner. We had one wing of the L and they the other so while we both looked out to sea, to one side we could also see over their balcony and apartment.
The decoration and style of the two was very similar, minimalist chrome and glass, wooden floors with no comfy furnishings. Clean and simple. I looked across to the other apartment, a couple had entered their lounge, she was 30 maybe 35. I guess she was 5'4'' dressed in typical French chic, Channel or some such, the classic little black dress. She had long dark hair tied up into a French plait, very nice, very stylish. He was wearing a business suit, but not the Marks and Spencer plain wool. This was classy stuff with an open collar every bit the handsome Monsieur.
They walked into the apartment together, obviously very much attracted to each other. He had his arm around her thin waist she had hers on his shoulder. It was becoming difficult to make them out as the darkening skies closed in, but then she turned on a small light and sat down on the sofa, their faces lit up in the warm glow from the light. It occurred to me that probably they had no idea we were there, as our apartment had been empty for the winter. I said nothing to Clair who was still watching the boats bobbing in the bay.
They sat and chatted, and we sat and chatted, about the future, about what Claire was going to do while we were here. She felt like doing a drawing course, maybe painting. I would be stuck in the bank most of the days but there would be plenty of time for leisure activities, and maybe some sailing.
As the evening continued the couple got closer and more intimate, I didn't think that Claire was watching them but I was curious to see what our new neighbours were like. As Claire was talking about a French course she had looked at, the other woman got up. I was wrong though about Clair not watching too as she stopped talking: obviously waiting to see what they would do next.
Well, I guessed that they had no idea we were there because she reached behind her and slowly undid the zip down the back of her dress. The shoulder straps went loose and she shrugged them off her. The dress slowly slid down her back and onto the floor, as she stepped out of it. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable looking at this woman wearing a black g-string, tights and a very brief black lace bra.
'Er perhaps we should go in' I suggested to Clare hoping not to spoil the moment, although I could feel my cock hardening as I watched her undress.
'Well ... probably' replied Clare, but she didn't get up and in fact turned to watch them intently.
The woman now had gone over to her man and was undressing him, jacket and shirt came off and then she knelt in front of him and undid his trousers.
'Hmm maybe this could be interesting for me too though' - I was amazed that Clare was enjoying this; she was always a prude in London and certainly never enjoyed watching nudity on TV.
The woman had obviously gone down on her man by this time and we could see her head bobbing up and down on his lap as she obviously sucked on his cock. 'Hmm' Clare was watching with great interest now. The woman then pulled back from the man and we caught sight of his throbbing cock. 'Nice'. I was now pretty aroused myself and could only agree.
The stranger removed her bra and her fantastic tits came out, firm and full 'C' cups I would say, she looked great. Nice big pink nipples, obviously very aroused. She rubbed her nips and then put her thumbs inside her g-string. She slowly pushed them down while her man watched enraptured; we saw from behind as she leant forward to push them from her feet. The lips to her shaved cunt lips flashed between her legs before she stood back up, now naked.
'So are you turned on now honey?' Clare enquired.
'Fuck yes - Shall we go in and have our own party' I suggested.
'Not yet - lets see how they work out'.
She walked over to her man and opening herself wide she sat on his hard cock, ramming it into her cunt.
They fucked hard and fast, from behind we could see his cock ramming up into her wide open lips. She leant forward and buried his face in her breasts. One of her hands was between her legs, I guess playing with her clit, and eventually she came, her head leaning back as she screamed into the evening air. At the same time he came too and his cock pushed hard into her cunt one last time.
They got up from the sofa and then walked off into the bathroom, one of the few rooms not on view to us.
'Well quite a view' I remarked.
'Shut up and come inside and fuck me senseless' replied Clare.
We woke late he next morning, naked after the previous evening's fantastic sex. We lay between the white cotton sheets luxuriating in the reflected blue glow from the sea.
'Oh dear' Clare observed 'we are a bit stuck now'.
'Why' I asked.
'Well the neighbours have just taken their coffee out onto the balcony. And we cant get back out of bed and into the bathroom without them seeing us.'
Clare had always been pretty shy and I could see that she would be uncomfortable with the situation.
'Oh you don't need to worry, the windows will just reflect the sea back at them. They wont be able to see in.'.
'Hmm, I'm not too sure' she hesitated.
I stepped out of bed to try and inspire more confidence than I felt, we couldn't stay in bed all day anyway. I really didn't think that they would be able to see me but I felt pretty exposed walking naked to the shower with the woman from the other apartment only 10 metres away and looking straight at me. I wasn't sure but she did seem to follow me with her head as I moved across the room. 'Oh well' I thought it is only quid pro quo really after last night.
After my shower, Clare reluctantly slipped out of bed and quickly skipped in for a shower. I watched her slide into the bathroom and thought what a lucky bloke I am; she is a very attractive woman. 5'4 28' waist, 36B. Nice firm breasts, brown hair cut into a bob and blue eyes.
'I think I am going to need to get some new clothes'. Clare was dressed now in shorts and a T Shirt. She looked nice for North London but not really dressed for the Med.
'Sure lets do that this morning'. I agreed - nice to look around the town anyway.
'You know this trip could really bring us back together. I think that a few months away from London could be just what we need'.
We had been through a rough patch recently, long hours and stress in my job didn't help and Clare was feeling neglected. In response, I had just gone out more, got drunk, watched the telly. Crap bloke reaction really. Oh well hopefully we could work it through here and pull it all back together.
The trip into town was a lot of fun. I got some stylish beachwear, shorts, shirts and really felt that I was now dressed the part for my new French lifestyle. Clare got a couple of skimpy little dresses that she would never have worn in London. One in particular was a halter neck number in very thin light silk.
She kept it on from the shop and was now walking around town in it, it was low cut and you could just see the start of her breasts in the V-neck. The thin material also gave you a pretty fair idea of where her nipples were. I was very happy walking about town with a beautiful woman dressed like this on my arm.
Finally she said 'I think I need to get a new swimsuit too' - 'Good idea' I replied. Clare had always worn navy speedo swimsuits. Practical for the old Victorian pool we used but not really the thing for the beach here.
We went into this nice little boutique that had some nice lingerie and bikinis in the window. 'Great' I thought 'this is a result'.
'How about this one?' She was holding up a nice sensible bikini, under-wired top, and pretty comprehensive bottoms. 'Sure nice' I said, to be honest any bikini was a result in my book.
'.. or this one...' this one was really more my thing, one of those halter neck ones that have strings to hold the four triangles in place. 'Wow' I exclaimed 'would you really...'.
'hmm we'll see, maybe I should try it on first'.
She took them to the changing room at the back of the shop, really just a curtain that came across a corner with two mirrors behind it. Clare went in and drew the curtain behind her. I heard her lift the dress over her head, but as she did so her elbow brushed the curtain and knocked it open a little. She didn't seem to notice, but I did. I also noticed that from the back of the shop and with the mirrors I could now see a full 360 view of her undressing.
I wondered 'Should I tell her?' - oh what the hell; the shop was empty, enjoy the show. She was topless trying on the bottoms over her M&S knickers. I enjoyed watching her breasts, feeling my cock growing in my shorts. I really wanted her now, lusting after her round nipples. She put her arms above her head to put the top on and I watched her tits lift into that fantastic shot. She turned around and looked some more in the mirror, checking out her bum, but the knickers were so much bigger than the bottoms it was difficult to tell.
