Are you a single female curious about public sex? Would you like to see the beach sex at Cap d'Agde in France. I can arrange that for you and be your guide. Maybe you'll want to play openly on the beach. I have an apartment a short distance from the 'bay of pigs' (baie des cochons). Message me.
As a result of this message on swinger websites in Britain, James met up with Michelle. She was into one night stands and had sex with James on that basis. But she was curious about public sex and multiple partners. So they agreed to go together and a few weeks later they met at Gatwick and headed to France.
When they got to the apartment, Michelle made it clear that a drink was needed.
"I'll go to the supermarket. What would you like?".
Twenty minutes later James cam back with Tanquary gin, tonic and a bottle of champagne. "The bubbly is to celebrate your first outing tomorrow" he explained. They spent the rest of the afternoon drinking G&Ts and chatting about their previous encounters. Michelle liked telling her stories, particularly about the times she enticed male companions to her hotel room on business trips. "I'd generally say do you want to come to my room. Nothing else. I loved studying their faces." She explained how the ones who said yes immediately were not as interesting as the ones who dithered, stuttered or just went wide-eyed in a combined horror/excitement way. "They weren't as good in bed as the enthusiasts, but I loved playing with their emotions as much as their cocks."
"What do you think you'd like to try tomorrow on the beach?"
"Hmm. I liked inviting guys to my room, I was in control. This is different."
"Obviously you can decide just to look. A lot of kinky things happen. Lot of guys rubbing their cocks while watching. Lot of licking, sucking etc. Then there's the couples just riding for themselves. I remember seeing a woman trying to put a condom on a cock. Took a while, she was almost asking the other men to help. But then she just positioned herself doggy-style and enjoyed the fuck while being played by her other two companions."
"Are there many women on their lonesome?"
"A few. If they're watching some action, some men ask if they can touch. Of course we can go together and touch each other. Then the men ask me first." He laughed. "Or we could just lie on our towels. If I stroke your pussy, I can invite some others to do the same."
"The idea of a few men lining up to fondle is interesting. I never really did a gang-bang. Was happening one night at a drunken party but some fool of a girl threw up. End of that!"
Their banter continued back and forth. After a while James suggested that he fondle her like she might experience on the beach. He asked her to go into the bedroom, strip and come out naked. When she came back in she went straight to the balcony. He followed.
"Usually men are drawn to the breasts first. Fingers first, then tongue."
"I let a guy play with my tits one night at a bus stop. After a while his licks turned to bites. I wanted him to stop, but I couldn't say it. And I loved the little bit of pain."
"One of the girls in the office loved to bite my tip. Wonderful."
"One guy thought the best way to arouse me was to rub my pussy until I started moaning. Then he stopped. I was not pleased. A girl needs to be filled at that point."
And so they continued, playing, talking and then fucking.
Next morning James left and came back with croissants. Michelle was still in the bed, legs apart. He teased her with the pastry.
"No more please. That pussy is for the men on the beach".
James laughed as he ate the croissant that now was a little damp.
"My job is to guide you to your wildest sexual delights. Unfortunately you have to get dressed before you get to exposed that glorious body to the randy guys on the beach."
Because they were approaching the 'bay of pigs' from Marsellain, they had to walk half a mile beyond the family area to the part of the beach that was accepted as nudist. For two hundred yards is looked like a normal nudist beach. They took their clothes off and kept going.
"See where there's a big concentration of people? That's where the French libertines hang out, deliberately close together."
"So what do we do?"
"We can set down a little way short of the crowd and just walk up to look around. Everyone expects it. Or we can get close and set down the towels."
"I'd like to stay a little way back. Then walk around."
So their towels, backpacks and water bottles were placed about a hundred yards from the crowd. Michelle started rubbing sun screen on her body. She beckoned James to help.
