Flashing Around Europe

After the events in part 1 which occurred between mid Sept - the end of February, our next trip was to be in Switzerland. An important thing to know about driving in Switzerland is there are no toll roads. Toll roads are common throughout Europe as they are the equivalent to the interstate highways in the US. They are divided highways with at least two lanes in each direction and limited access. In Switzerland they chose a different approach to fund their highway construction. If you plan on driving on their limited access highways you must buy a special sticker and place it on you windshield. The stickers are easy to come by and are sold at most fuel stations inside Switzerland.

When we crossed the border into Switzerland we immediately looked for a fueling station to purchase our sticker. When we got to the station I went in to purchase it. In an "only in Europe " scenario, I had to wait for the attendant to get the baguettes out of the oven before we could get a sticker. I got the sticker and a fresh hot baguette and headed into Switzerland.

Although we drove a lot in Europe, we chose not to do any flashing from our car. We really didn't want to be hauled into some police station in a foreign country with different rights than we were aware of and not be able to speak the language. We therefore reserved our flashing to hotels, restaurants, and crowds.

Our first night we stayed in a very upscale hotel in Evian (just like the bottled water) on the shore of Lake Geneva although Evian was still in France there was still a big Swiss influence. We had arrived early in the evening and we headed out to find a restaurant within walking distance of our hotel. Amanda wore a loose fitting blouse with a scooped neckline with no bra. It was chilly outside so she wore a warm coat which pretty well eliminated the chance for anyone to check out her swinging boobs while we walked down the street.

We found a nice small, restaurant that served local cuisine in a rustic setting. It probably catered to tourists during the summer but it was late winter/ early spring so the clientele were locals.

When we walked in, an attentive hostess took our coats and escorted us to our table. The restaurant had an open kitchen which allowed the customers to see into the kitchen as well as allowing the staff to see the customers. There was a small bar right next to the kitchen. The hostess was the only female employee that we could see. The bartender, chef, and waitstaff were all men. They all noticed Amanda's boobs when she took off her coat. They were further attentive as she walked to our table, it was looking good!

A waiter came over and stood beside and slightly behind Amanda to take our drink order. The wine list was in French and German so Amanda asked him about some of the wine selections. This required him to lean over and point to different wines in the list. It also allowed him the opportunity to get a better look down Amanda's blouse. He wasn't all that discrete and I'm sure he got a real eye full. One particular wine he pointed out resulted in him pointing to a wine near the bottom of the list. This put his hand and arm an inch or so away from Amanda's boobs. She noticed this and leaned forward a little which pressed her boob lightly against his arm. He flinched a little and drew his arm back. Amanda said "oh excuse me" and smiled at him. He smiled back and proceeded to secure our order from the wine list.

When he returned with the wine he again stood next to Amanda to pour the wine, again needing to bend over to properly dispense the wine into our glasses. I was a little worried he'd spilll since his eyes were so focused on Amanda's boobs. No wine was spilled though and we proceeded to check out the dinner menu.

Apparently the guy that served our wine had told the rest of the staff about Amanda's braless boobs because the waiter that brought the menus stood in exactly the same place next to Amanda and asked if we needed any help with the menu. Again Amanda asked him to point out his suggestions, which he did, all the while focusing on Amanda's cleavage. He didn't get a brush against Amanda's boobs though so I think he left out table a little disappointed. I mentioned it to Amanda and she said his hand and arm hadn't been close enough to her and she couldn't be too obvious about it. Still, he did get a pretty good look.

The process repeated itself throughout the meal, with all of the waiters and bus boys getting a peek or two. When we finished our meal, the chef came out and offered us a complimentary dessert accompanied by an after dinner drink. He brought out a long necked bottle that must have been 30 inches tall and poured us an after dinner digestive. It had the consistency of a syrup and it was a golden yellow color. It was pretty high in alcohol. It went well with the dessert.

We were the last customers in the place so the chef sat down with us (next to Amanda of course) and poured himself a drink as well. He scooted his chair close to Amanda and placed his drink well in front of her. Every time he reached for his drink he'd brush his arm across Amanda's boob. She in turn made sure she was leaning far enough forward to be certain that he had to contact her boob every time he reached for his drink. We kept this up for about half and hour. Finally he stated, well it's time to close up, I sure hope you enjoyed your dinner. We told him it was great and we really enjoyed the attentive service we received from him and his staff.

With her nipples pointing through her blouse, Amanda stood up while we waited for our coats, the chef personally retrieved them and after he handed me mine, he proceeded to help Amanda put her's on. He was even enough of a gentleman to button hers up. Of course he was rubbing and grabbing her boobs as he fastened her up. Finally when she was all fastened, he rubbed his hand right down her front to "straighten out the fabric". As he walked us to the door his hand was rubbing Amanda's butt. We said goodnight and he invited us back tomorrow night.

We had a good fuck back at the hotel with the curtains wide open. Our room was about 15 stories up and we looked out over lake Geneva so there wasn't anyone to see in the window but having the curtains open was still a little invigorating.

We were planning on returning to the same hotel that night so we grabbed some breakfast the next morning before heading out for the day. Amanda was braless but I'm not sure if anyone noticed that morning. They all seemed to be focused on their plans for the day.

We drove to the west end of the lake to Chillon Castle. Chillon castle had been built on a small island with a draw bridge connecting the castle to the land around the lake. The castle looked interesting and there was a reasonable crowd so we could try some boob rubbing. The biggest problem rubbing boobs in a stranger in a crowd in the winter is everyone has too many layers of clothes on. This was the case at Chillon. There were numerous men that Amanda brushed past or pressed up against, with no visible reaction. There were a couple of men that acted annoyed like they thought Amanda was trying to force her way through our past them and they weren't happy about it.

We decided that the weather made things too cold to do anything"productive " so we just continued to sight see without any more flashing, rubbing, or brushing. We'd save that for when we were inside.

We returned to our hotel late in the afternoon and decided to take a nap before heading out for dinner. We debated going back to the same restaurant or finding someplace new.

We'd found that if you return to the same place too often the people start expecting too much and things can get out of control, on the other hand a new place might have more female staff and the flashing might not be as appreciated. We finally decided to return to the same restaurant, after all the food was excellent.

When we arrived most of the same staff was there. This time the chef came over to help us with our coats. He insisted on unbuttoning Amanda's coat and again he was pretty liberal with his hands, pressing the back of them against her boobs as he fumbled with the buttons. By the time he got her coat off, her nipples were expressing her gratitude for his assistance. The coats were hung up and the bar waiter was quickly at our table, again right next to Amanda. He immediately asked if he could point out some options in the wine list. Amanda said sure and proceeded to have her boobs rubbed again.

We'd worried a little that by returning to the same restaurant, the staff would be more liberal with their enjoyment of Amanda and we were right. At one point Amanda asked for directions to the restroom ( often referred to as a Water Closet in Europe). She was directed down a small hallway next to the kitchen. When she came out it just so happened that the chef was coming out of the men's room. He greeted Amanda cordially and then engaged her in conversation. He then commented on her nipples which were standing at attention by asking her if she was cold. She laughed and just said no she wasn't cold but she had no control over them, they seemed to pop up on their own. He asked if he could feel how hard they were. She thought a minute and then said sure, but be quick about it.

We had established key phrases and words as "safe" words that would allow us to extract ourselves from problem situations without arousing to much suspicion. One phrase we would use was, "how are you tonight" vs "how are you doing tonight". If the word doing was included it meant I needed to come help out. Amanda would say it loud enough to be heard but not too loud. I heard her say to the chef, "how are you tonight", so I knew something was happening but I didn't need to worry.

When she returned to our table she was straightening the hem of her skirt and smoothing out wrinkles on her blouse. I knew she had been felt up pretty good. Sure enough, the chef had tested her nipples to see how hard they were. Apparently he didn't think they were hard enough and he proceeded to try and get then harder. He reached up and under her blouse to play directly with her boobs and nipples and then reached up and under her skirt and rubbed her pussy. He didn't get any fingers inside her but he did do some pretty good rubbing. When he decided her nipples were hard enough, he pulled her shirt up enough to kiss each nipple before pulling her shirt back down. He then announced he had to go wash his hands again before heading back to the kitchen, then Amanda returned to our table adjusting her clothes as she came back.

After dinner we were again presented with a complimentary dessert and another glass of the digestive wine we had the night before.

This time the chef didn't bother reaching across the table to reach his wine glass and rub against Amanda's boobs, he went right ahead and caressed them with hands right in front of me. He did try to avoid letting his staff see but I'm not sure how effective that was. Before long his hand disappeared

below the table and by the squirming Amanda was doing I was sure his hand was getting between her legs.

He asked where we were staying. Amanda and I hadn't discussed this contingency so we now had to adlib and hopefully find we were on the same page in our reaction to him. We weren't sure if he was just making conversation in order to keep us sitting there while he was playing with Amanda, or if he was angling to come to our room for some more robust activities. I left the answer up in the air relying on Amanda to decide what the rest of the evening would look like. She mentioned the hotel next to ours and some bogus room number, which certainly meant we could continue playing at the restaurant for a bit, but he wouldn't be dropping by for a night cap.

When we finally left he commented he'd be cleaning up and closing down the place before heading out. He didn't say he'd come by, but he implied he would. We quickly went to our hotel making sure he wasn't watching where we went. I'm not sure if he went to the other hotel, but if he did I'm sure he was as surprised as the people in that room were when he knocked.

After we left Evian we headed into Switzerland and went to Lausanne. We did some general sightseeing and shopping for a couple of days without anything eventful happening. The crowds were too small to take advantage of. On the third day we signed up for a trip to the top of Mt. Pilates. This involved taking s bus to an aerial tram. We loaded up into the car of the tram along with about thirty other people. It was crowded but not tight enough to have any fun.

When we got to the top and unloaded the tram car into a nice facility with some site seeing areas, a gift shop, and a cafeteria. We spent some time there with Amanda's boobs swinging and swaying as we wandered around. We went down some trails that went around the peak of the mountain and saw a lot of typical Swiss scenery. There were a few men checking Amanda out but no one got close enough to look down her shirt and admire that particular scenery.

We took a cog railway down the mountain to the bus and back to the hotel. It was an enjoyable day but no real flashing/ exposing opportunities.

We headed back to Toulouse the next day. The days in Evian were the only ones that provided us the particular fun we enjoy.

We'd be in France at least another six months so there would be plenty more opportunities to make more men happy!