Paul's cousin Jono worked in finance in Munich and surprised him with invitation to stay for a long weekend. He seemed particularly keen that Becci came along. Paul conveyed the invitation, but warned her, "Jono is very charming and generous, but you should know it's largely because he considers generosity an aphrodisiac. He is simply a womaniser, and he'd fuck you given half a chance. He likes to target married women as much as young interns."
Becci looked momentarily confused, as Paul continued, "If we go, things might get frisky. He also has a reputation for taking clients to sex shows, strip joints and FKK clubs, and he'd probably love the chance to see your reaction if he invited us along."
Becci quickly reassured Paul, "Let's say yes; screw him for everything on offer. Besides, we have can have some fun, and you can leave him feeling jealous as hell!"
Paul messaged Jono to confirm, and a few weeks later they arrived. It was late morning and Jono met them briefly at lunch to welcome them and give them a set of keys for his apartment, before returning to work. They spent the rest of their first day sightseeing alone.
Over recent months Becci had become increasingly disinhibited, testing the boundaries of how provocatively she could behave with Paul in public. She was now in a city known for liberal attitudes to nudism and sexuality, and on foreign soil where they were unlikely to be recognised. The temptation to take things to the next level was irresistible.
She knew that time was short in the run up to the trip, and she had already thought of a few fantasies they could indulge in. She shared the best with Paul and established the ground rules in advance, "You decide what I have to do, but don't tell me until the last moment. I have to obey, no matter what."
Paul gave Becci twenty minutes notice to prepare for her first adventure before they left Jono's appartment. He followed her at a discrete distance as she walked through the Englischer Garten. Paul took up position on a bench along the main path, whilst she settled nearby. As she stripped slowly and seductively, approaching tourists were rewarded with a clear view of her petite, slender body.
In contrast to similar games at home, it was warm and sunny in the early afternoon. Becci was soon completely naked, save her AirPods through which Paul delivered his commands. Whilst Germans are more comfortable with nudism than many other nations, particularly the British, most of the people passing were curious foreign tourists. Participating women tended to favour the relative seclusion of the lower meadow; finding one as young and beautiful as Becci alone and so close to the path's edge was a rare gift.
Becci engaged in gentle exercises and yoga to interest the voyeurs. In between, she relaxed on her back with her eyes closed, sunbathing. When someone's gaze lingered on her, Paul whispered instructions into his phone, usually starting with, "Keep your eyes closed darling, still as if in a dream...", variably followed by, "Open your legs a little further...", "Slowly caress the side of your breast with your hand...", "Run your fingers over your nipple...", and even, "Slide your hand along your inner thigh, yes, a little further, let your fingertips glance your slit."
Occasionally, one or more people stopped for longer than a brief moment to admire the apparent sleeping beauty. Paul discretely instructed her to waken and react variably as if horrified or to welcome the attention, perhaps adjusting herself to give them a better view with a smile.
By late afternoon she had returned to yoga. There were audible gasps from a group of young Irish lads as she worked through the downward dog, wheel and half-moon poses, ensuring that her smooth pussy and bleached anus were perfectly displayed.
Paul finally walked over to Becci as another group approached. To all intents and purposes he appeared to be a stranger, introducing himself to her. Becci removed her AirPods and hung on his words, smiling and occasionally touching him. She gathered her things and linked his arm as they made their way to a semi-secluded stretch of the bank of the Eisbach River. There she began to undress him, playfully gasping at the sight of his hard cock. She teased a little precum from him and brought it to her lips, then took him into her mouth on her knees.
He soon dropped onto his back on the ground, and Becci immediately mounted him, sliding and gyrating up and down on his bulging purple cock in front of a growing audience on the far river bank. Branches rustled and cracked under foot nearby; they almost certainly had been followed.
Paul grabbed her little tits to use as fuck-handles, slamming her firmly down on him to hilt, the moist slap of flesh pounding flesh audible above the flowing water. It wasn't long before he erupted inside her. Nudism is allowed and even encouraged, but public sex in the afternoon is not. Paul dressed quickly and gave Becci permission to wear only her short summer dress and heels, before making a hasty tactical retreat.
That evening Paul's cousin had booked a private dining room in a posh restaurant. He had explained that there would be a few other guests, wealthy clients. "Tom has been divorced twice after being caught screwing other women, but now has a much younger fiancée. The other couple are in their forties and are self-confessed swingers." He smirked at Becci, "I imagine you'll cope just fine!"
As the evening progressed, Jono's guests seemed to be competing with each other as they discussed their sexual conquests and the erotic clubs they had visited. But it was also clear that personal wealth was paramount to their social status. Paul listened to their boasts and bore the odd snide remarks stoically, before interrupting to declare that he had something money couldn't buy; Becci.
The men seemed a little unsure how to respond as Paul beamed and proceeded to chide the obsession many women have with tanning. "Becci's flawless pale skin is much more attractive, and the same genes gave her the most enticing pale pink nipples, areolae and pussy." He paused, taking a sip of wine before adding, "Then there's her breasts! Pert and self-supporting and just the perfect handful."
Everyone fell silent when he turned to her and asked, "Give me your bra honey." Becci responded with an obedient and willing smile, her eyes just on him. Jono and his guests leered at her, partly in shock, partly anticipation. Earlier when discussing FKK clubs, he had suggested moving onto a club offering live sex shows on stage, and even mentioned a few swingers clubs. Yet, in comparison, Becci's submission was more powerful and erotic.
She reached back to unhook the clasp of her little lacy 1/4 cup bra and slipped the straps down and off each arm in turn, then pulled it through her dress. "Beautifully done sweetheart, take a bow." She obliged with a flourish, allowing those across the table a clear view down her dress.
Paul placed one hand on the small of her back and caressed her buttocks with the other, then pulled her dress up over her slim waist. Two waitresses entered their private dining room to distribute a little amuse bouche. Paul proceeded, apparently oblivious to their discomfort. Becci looked up at the girls as they briefly watched, embarrassed and perhaps in shock, then made good their escape. Paul started to caress Becci's slim waist, thighs and perk buttocks.
Snapping her little lace thong, he looked longingly at her, "Beautiful as always honey, but this is an unnecessary distraction." Without any hesitation, Becci slipped it over her bum cheeks and slowly down her legs.
Paul kindly took her hand to steady her as she stepped out of the tiny garment, then he pulled the deep cut front of her dress down under each tit in turn, cupping them in his hands and pinching her nipples. She stood proudly and compliantly on display, as he continued to describe their agreement, her promise of obedience, and her body, "So petite and malleable, yet perfect in every respect. She is amazingly tight and always ready."
Without a further word Paul unzipped her dress and slipped the straps off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. She responded to the lightest pressure on the small of her back, bending forward over the table again, her pelvis thrust back towards him.
