A little loving wives story, somewhat different to my others so far.
Please note that it is just a little scenario, or a vignette as one reader kindly described one of my previous stories, so please, if possible, read and accept it as such.
Sorry not any real sex, but a bit of exhibitionism for those (including me) who enjoy that sort of thing.
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Wow that was nice!
Nothing quite like it. Not when you're hot due to the Mediterranean sun beating down on you.
A glass of cold Kronenbourg 1664, the cool foam drooling down the side of the glass and the tiny bubbles rising slowly upwards through the golden amber.
Nothing quite like it!
Not however, that the 1664 was the main reason for being sat there at the beachside bar that day.
For that matter, fantastic though it was, the beer wasn't even the best thing about it.
No the most important reason for me sitting there, and in all honesty perhaps the only reason, was just down below where I was sat.
Just down there on the beach, not twenty yards from me, and laid out on a beach towel.
It was a woman.
Well of course it bloody well was.
The beach was full of women of course, and quite a few of them were very pretty. Some of them it has to be admitted even still had their bikini tops on.
But not many.
This was the South West of France in full summer, so not many bikini tops were in use at all.
Certainly the one I had my eye on didn't, as she lay there stretched out in the sun, with just a tiny slip of material masquerading as a bikini bottom.
She was damn gorgeous!
Short ---- very short blonde hair, which almost emphasized quite how near naked she was. Average height for a woman, mid twenties, nice long slender legs, and a fit, toned looking body that more than hinted at some hours spent in some gym.
And those breasts!
Oh good golly those breasts.
A good B cup they were, and as firm and pert as you could wish for, just swaying gently back and forward a little as she moved around. Brown through the sun, but a shade lighter than the rest of her lovely lithe body, indicating that she had perhaps only gone topless in the last week or so.
And her nipples didn't disappoint either it has to be said. Dark and large in proportion to the size of her breasts, sitting there proudly, tipping off the points of the two soft mounds of oh so touchable flesh. Hard --- yes even from where I was sitting that was obvious, giving the game away that her casual attitude to those around her was a sham. The girl knew she was being looked at, stared at, admired and even lusted after. Knew that every man within yards of her kept stealing looks at her superb almost naked body.
Some naturally had chanced their arm with her. In the time that I had been sitting there watching her, four different young, sun bronzed beach hunks had gone up to her and tried to get to join her. The girl had been polite, but insistent, flashing her wedding ring at them and shaking her head to say no. Chatting quite happily each time for a few minutes, maybe even flirting a little, aware, but unfazed at how much they would have been enjoying being that close up to those tantalizing bare breasts. Quite happy to tease them a little by leaning back sexily, and grin at them as they watched her wonderful bare breasts sway around freely.
But none got to sit down with her, never mind touch them, so what chance would I stand ---- one would think just about zero.
Still just as well you might think, as I was due to meet my wife back at our hotel at four o'clock sharp. I was sort of on a promise, so I wasn't going to miss that.
Still had a bit of time though!
She'd been in more or less the same position the day before, and I was sure that this particular beach side bar had benefited from her presence, as I wasn't the only single man sat there pretending casual indifference. Pretending that the fine cool beer was the main reason for sitting there.
Another beer --- yes another one would be fine. Anything to give me an excuse to sit there a little longer.
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What's this?
What's going on?
She was changing position.
No ---- she was standing up. Oh blimey ------ The girl looked even more fantastic stood up than she had laid down.
She brushed off the sand that had stuck to her body, the sun tan lotion acting like a sticky attraction.
She knew she was being watched.
Otherwise why would she have taken so much attention to ensure that every last speck of sand was seductively brushed from those magnificent breasts? Not just brushing them, but stroking them, squeezing them, hardly concealing her small gasp, as she teased off the last tiny grain from the tip of her nipple.
Why would she have so seductively twisted round behind her back to get that last imaginary piece from the top of her thighs, sticking her chest out as she did so, her firm bare breasts thrusting out challengingly as she stood there, for all the world a living replica of some posed erotic photograph.
She reached down into her beach bag, and took out some article, a collective sigh of disappointment almost audible around the bar, as she made to get dressed.
Every eye was on her as the young blonde unfolded a sort of waistcoat thing, and pulled it on, her lovely breasts hidden from view, but only just.
It was tiny
It had no buttons
That wouldn't have mattered anyway as it didn't meet in the middle.
The bright blue cloth of the waistcoat framed a wide strip of bare sun-kissed skin. The swell of her breasts still quite clearly on view, hinting at what wonders were now hidden beneath.
Lovely ----- but what a pity, as it looked as if the show was over.
The golden girl glanced quickly around her, as if checking that nobody was looking too closely ---- fat chance of that, and who was she kidding anyway. She appeared happy in the pretence that she could get away with her next act without being noticed too closely.
Oh damn!
Oh fuck!
Oh bloody hell!
My heart stopped beating completely as she calmly stuck a thumb into either side of her bikini bottoms.
I couldn't believe it.
She surely wasn't really going to.
Oh Christ she was ---- the girl really was going to do it!
With the quickest of final glances around her, she pushed down with her thumbs, and slid the tiny bikini bottoms slowly but surely straight down her shapely thighs, not stopping till it fell in a tiny tangle at her feet. Stepping daintily out of them, she bent down and picked them up, and unhurriedly folded them and put them away in her bag.
Only then did she search in the bag for the bikini bottom's replacement, stood there for all to admire, quite naked except for the cheeky little waistcoat top, her trim little strip of fine blonde pubic hair quite openly and proudly on display to the world.
I suddenly realised that my heartbeat had gone through the roof, and that I had to fight for my breath, sucking in great gulps of air as I continued to stare at the wonderful tableau in front of me.
Her skirt, if that was how one would describe it, consisted of a narrow band of flimsy cotton, more like a scarf, which she carefully wound round herself till it hang from her hips, barely covering the cheeks of her rounded bottom. Her toned flat tummy left open to view and right up between the flaps of her open top.
Satisfied with the result, she patted herself down, picked up her belongings and stuffed them all into her bag. Then with a last cheeky grin around her, she walked, no, almost skipped happily off, every man within fifty yards or more only too aware that she had no bra or panties under the skimpy little clothes that she had on.
Across the beach and up the stone steps to the promenade.
Please turn left I prayed --- please turn left so that she would have to walk past where I was sitting.
There is a God, and prayers obviously do work.
No doubt the combined prayers of every guy in our bar, persuaded the vision of loveliness to turn left and walk towards us.
I casually re-arranged how I was sitting, to be able to face the direction she would arrive from.
Me and virtually every other guy at the bar that is, as we waited for our personal Venus to float by us.
But damn me she didn't.
