I apologise in advance for any grammar or spelling errors. French is my usual language. There is a reference in the text to other experiences we have had. If anyone wants to read them, they exist, but in French. This is the transcript of a dialogue which I had a short time ago in a chatroom. The woman with whom I was chatting is called Marie, which is how I came to be talking to her in the first place, because my name is Marie-Paule. Marie and her husband, Shaun, live in a small town in the Midwest. She is 42 and he is 45, so a little older than me. I am 37. Their discovery of a desire to try new erotic experiences is relatively recent, a couple of years, and they have tried swapping, as well as other experiments . She gave me a description of herself, so I can say she is carrying excess weight for her height of five eight. Shaun is a little smaller than her and is, I guess you would say round in shape, but with a really cute face, she says.
They both work for the same company, I don't have further details. They each have an office. Opposite Marie's office is the reception desk. She was having a slow day, she said, to explain why she was on the chat. Me, too, I have to admit, but from my office in Strasbourg, France. She asked me to describe myself, so I went through the details: five five one hundred and eighteen pounds, blonde. I had to think to convert my 85B to 34B so she would understand. Our thing, my husband and me, is exhibition… of me!
I have shown myself off in many different places, and at times this has led to other experiences, involving other people as well as Franck, my husband.
Anyway, Marie asked me to talk her through my first exhibition. Even though it was a very gentle incident, and I have had many more, and more daring adventures since, Marie said it had excited her a lot. What follows is an account of our dialogue, and it is pretty accurate. Where there are crude words, those are the ones used at the time. The only things I have missed out are the inevitable delays and silences which occur in a chat room.
Me: So you are excited, Marie
Her: Yes, very
Me: What are you wearing?
Her: Knee-length green skirt and white blouse with green cravate
Me And underneath?
Her: Do you want to know?
Me: Of course
Her: Black bra and panties…. And the panties are a little damp
Me: Do you want to take them off?
Her: Here? In the office? I don't know
Me: Don't you want to? Is anyone else with you? Take them off
Her: OK. Just a moment
PAUSE
Her: I went to the rest room and took my panties off
Me: How does it feel?
Her: I'm even more excited
Me: Would you like to pull your skirt a little higher on your thighs? I think it would feel good, and look nice.
Her: It's done. You are exciting me, Marie-Paule
Me: How far below your sex is your skirt, Marie?
Her: Maybe three or four inches. Should I raise it some more?
Me: Yes
Her: I'm sitting bare-assed on my chair. My skirt isn't hiding anything at all…I've called Shaun into my office, he's reading what you write. He can see my naked sex. I would like to show off, like you, Marie-Paule.
Me: How do you feel about someone else seeing your naked sex, Marie?
Her: The idea excites me a lot…. Shaun, too!
Me: Is there anyone around to whom you would like to show yourself?
