Munich Holiday: The Family Dupuis
I had driven down to Munich and I stayed at a hotel about 20 minutes drive from the town. I decided to have a pre-lunch drink in the bar. There were not many people there at the time so I seated myself on a bar stool. I didn't at first realise just how much leg I was showing but then thought, 'What the hell, the place is almost empty.' I chatted to the barman for a while and as he went to serve someone else a man and a woman came in, they were speaking in French, the woman seated herself at a small table and the man came to the bar. he greeted me in German, I do understand some but I answered him in French.
Obviously the accent was wrong as he immediately spoke to me in English. We laughed at that as I made some comment about my poor French. He asked if I was alone and on my affirmative invited me to join his wife and himself. He introduced himself as Francois and his wife as Aimee. Aimee asked if I was passing through or staying. I admitted that I was staying for three or four days. They told me that they were too and that they had their 18 yr old son with them.
At their invitation I sat with them at luncheon, Marcel, the son was not there at that time. The meal was very entertaining we chatted about inconsequential things and then they excused themselves as they were going to visit some Schloss (castle), whatever. I was going shopping.
Later as I was dressing for dinner the phone rang, it was Aimee and she asked if I would like to join them again and perhaps we could meet in the bar. When we met Aimee was wearing a typical French dress, black with string straps, low decolletage, quite short but not tarty. She had on a pearly choker and earrings, apart from her watch, no other jewelry. I had chosen a midnight blue evening dress, also with string straps but my dress came to mid calf. Francois asked me what I would like to drink and as he got them Aimee, smiling said, "Ah this evening we do not see your gorgeous legs as we did at lunchtime. Francois will be most disappointed, he thinks you have lovely legs." I smiled back at her, she had her legs crossed in her chair and was showing a great deal of thigh. "I think Aimee that your husband will be too much taken with your legs to miss mine. However she had not noticed that my skirt was a wrapover."
She made a little moue with her nose," Dont you believe it, he knows an attractive woman when he sees one if I am with him or not."
Francois came with the drinks and immediately Aimee said to him. "Ce soir ma cherie, the English thighs are covered so you will have to have mine instead." They both laughed and then this gorgeous young man approached the table. He was introduced as their son, Marcel. Like his father he was dressed in a dark suit of excellent cut. This French family was not poor.
After a couple of drinks we all went in to dinner. Naturally the wine flowed and with the French it was the best. The food was excellent too. With the coffee, Francois and Marcel had a cognac, Aimee a Cointreau and I had one of my favourites, a B&B (Brandy and Benedictine) one measure of each. The others were drinking doubles too.
Aimee and I went to the Ladies Room, there were just two cubicles, one was engaged and Aimee who I waved to go first, surprised me by leaving the cubicle door open whilst she took a pee. When my turn came I did the same but the occupant of the next cubicle left whilst I was still in there. To be frank I expected an uplifted eyebrow or a disdainful gesture because she could see me quite clearly as she washed her hands. She was, undoubtedly German, middle-aged, and very poised. We both got a very pleasant smile as she left and a delightful "Oh Ja, Wonderbar mein FRAU." Which I found a little embarrassing, being told by a total stranger that she thought it wonderful to see me peeing?
As Aimee and I washed our hands she asked me if I would like to accompany them into Munich, she told me she and Francois were going to a cinema/theatre night club which would be very raunchy. Did I feel broad minded enough to accompany them?
Well, after the wine and liqueurs I was ready for anything and so said that I should love to go.
Francois seemed pleased and ordered a taxi. Well, the show was what one would expect, not just raunchy, pornographic really. Marcel did not accompany us. Hardly the thing to watch with your mum and dad I thought. Apparently he was off to a cinema.
I sat between Aimee and Francois and was not surprised when I felt Francois place his hand on my thigh. I placed my hand on his thigh and then ran my hand to his crotch where I found a sizeable bulge. By this time his hand had found the wrap over and as his fingers slid up my thigh I allowed my legs to open.
Insinuating his fingers inside my thong allowed him to feel that I was already quite moist. I was busy opening his zip and freeing his cock which to my experienced fingers seemed to be about 10" long. "Formidable" I whispered and his fingers inserted themselves inside my cunt. Then Aimee leaned over and said, "You have his cock out? Lovely isnt it? See this one."
