The Village 09 -- Star Party
SATURDAY
Pierre steered the yacht as Jerome moored it to the wharf. Their car was waiting. Pierre told the girls that they could return to the Gite and the men would follow when the yacht had been cleaned and checked over.
"One of our friends will be at the Gite, preparing for the party. The lady there will explain to you what happens and how to prepare. We will join you later and will text you as we leave here. Any problems, call our mobiles." They kissed and left with the driver. Both slept during the drive and woke as the car arrived at the Gite. A lady came out to meet them. She wore a tee shirt and shorts, and still looked French. Taller than either Beth or Denise, with short dark hair. "Bonjour!" she said. "I've been looking forward to meeting you both." Even Beth thought that she had a delightful French accent to her English. "I will not introduce myself, no names!" she said.
She explained the rules, each woman would be allocated a room in the Gite, or in the adjacent Gite, accessible through a doorway in the courtyard. Beth and Denise were surprised, assuming that that door was never used. The lady explained that the other Gite needed modernising and had been tied up in a dispute with the planners for some while. It was clean and had good bathrooms, but no kitchen. There were enough bedrooms for twelve couples in all, using both Gites. She was unsure quite how many would be coming to the party, since it had only been organised for a few days. Beth and Denise would be given their previous rooms, the lady was preparing a list for the other rooms. She told them to wash any clothes they needed in the washing machine, then she sat them in the courtyard and poured wine.
"Pierre and Jerome have explained what the Star Parties are about?" she asked rhetorically. "You understand that this is a sex swapping party?"
"Yes." The English girls told her, looking at each other.
"I wanted to make sure," said the lady, "men can be a little vague about things like this!" She continued. "We have a few basic rules, assuming the men haven't told you everything..." She paused and smiled, sipped her wine, and continued.
"We wear facemasks, to give an air of mystery. Most of us know each other, but it is a tradition. We wear them until we are in our bedrooms with our partners. We tried keeping them on all night, but it was just not practical!
We arrive between six and six thirty, the women go to their rooms to change, the clothing is the woman's choice, some wear normal clothes, some just underclothes, some a negligee. Your choice. No one goes naked. The object is to be attractive, sexy and flirtatious.
The men have the use of one room, since most do not change, just a freshen up. If the men have a washbag, or an overnight bag, they leave it in there, and collect it later. The men normally wear shirt or tee shirt and slacks.
We have a small buffet meal laid out and wines, spirits are available. Soft drinks for those who want them.
The men normally gather downstairs in their masks, a gong is sounded to remind the women to come down. So, we drink and eat, and people pair up. It is a chance for the women to use their seductive powers, if they wish, the men also. This is for about one hour or so. One of us controls the gong, and when most have paired up, the gong sounds.
We do not use names, it's all secretive. We do not encourage excessive kissing or fondling at this stage, this is for fun and refreshment. No removal of clothes. A kiss and quick embrace is common when a pairing is agreed. A gong will sound to remind everyone that they should be in pairs by now. There is sometimes a bit of last minute chatter as those who have been eating and drinking are reminded that there is another purpose to the evening!
Then some more passionate kissing and perhaps a little fondling follows, if the parties wish, perhaps some little putting hands inside partner's clothes. No actual sex takes place in public, this is not an orgy. The gong sounds again, and people drift off to bed, no hurry, no queue on the stairs.
The couples go into the women's rooms, and do what they wish.
If you wish to stay together undisturbed, leave the bedroom door closed. If you wish to swap again, or have a foursome or whatever, open the door at some time...
We normally leave between nine and ten in the morning." She paused and drank some wine. "Finally: discretion, we never talk about this outside the group; we never contact or meet partners outside the star parties; we never give our real names, only the leader has the full list of names, any problems, ask the leader. That is me." She finished and looked at them, seeking questions.
Beth asked, "You never discuss outside the group, but Pierre did mention the parties to me?"
"Yes," said the lady, "but he did ring me afterwards. I agreed with him, that you two could be a useful addition to our party. Since you had already found the mask." She smiled at them.
"How do you allocate the masks?" asked Denise.
"I do that, or I ask someone to do it for me." There was a knock at the main door, another woman joined them, she poured herself a glass of wine and sat down with them. The lady introduced them all, without giving any names. Beth looked at the newcomer. Shorter than the lady, blond curly short hair, bigger busted, but elegant looking.
The newcomer admitted that she did not speak English well, but said she had come to help the lady prepare, and that they had made all the beds the previous day. So, the buffet would be delivered later, and one of the men would arrive to set out the drink. "What are you going to wear?" the lady addressed Beth and Denise.
"I don't know whether to wear a summer dress or a negligee, I have a sheer gown, but..." Denise paused, "I'm a little embarrassed at being too provocative..."
Beth said, "I'm the same, they are strangers, apart from..." she paused, "our friends," she continued, "so I'd be blushing too much in a negligee".
"I will tell you what I advise newcomers," said the lady, "wear a blouse, but leave it open, held together with a gold chain, or necklace, no bra. Then the men will get provocative views of the breasts, but covering the rest."
Denise and Beth looked at each other, not knowing what to say. "Why don't we go upstairs and have a fashion parade, fun for all, it's only three pm and we have time before six." Said the lady. She led them upstairs to Beth's room, the driver had put their cases there. Beth got out a blouse and draped it over her dress top. The lady laughed, "Only one way to do this..." she left with the newcomer. A few minutes later she re-appeared in her short negligee with brief frilly panties. The newcomer joined them in stockings, suspenders, undercut bra, showing nipples, and a sheer gown.
"I feel overdressed." Said Denise, going next door to her room, returning with a small pile of clothes, but otherwise naked.
"I get the hint." said Beth, removing her dress.
"Remember that the Gites will be lit with candles, and the shutters closed, it will be quite dark indoors." Said the lady. "So, negligees will not show much, or at least will provoke the men to look closer!"
The French ladies looked at Beth's clothes and suggested a sheer blouson, made from cheesecloth. Beth put it on, naked underneath, "I normally wear a tee shirt or vest underneath." Said Beth, unsure, looking at herself in the mirror. She could see her breasts clearly.
"Beth," said Denise, "you have spent the last week naked on a yacht! Why have inhibitions now... I'll get us all another glass of wine." Denise put on her negligee and went downstairs. Beth and the newcomer looked at skirts. Denise re-appeared with a tray of glasses. "There was a man downstairs putting the drinks out," she said, "should he have seen me?"
