In the 70s and 80s, the freedom of clothing sometimes led to situations of involuntary exhibitionism. This situation turned into a torrid day.
We stayed in Toulon in 1976/77, our place of residence. One beautiful summer day, we decided on a getaway to Porquerolles. The boat ride from Toulon took about 1 hour and a half.
I was in swim shorts and a t-shirt, for my part. Sylvie, she was magnificent: 1.73m, 50 kg, long legs and a small chest (85 b). On the bottom of her jersey, a light white cotton dress with thin straps, revealing the shoulders and upper bust. The dress stopped at mid-thighs. At that time, the bra was not always appropriate.
At first, the sea was flat calm. Sylvie was terribly seasick. Crossing the "Bariou des campos" cape (which shakes the barrels, in Provençal) was easy. It’s a place where it swings, even if the sea seems calm.
We spent a good part of the day swimming in the clear waters and picnicking on the beach. Her appearance and bare breasts did not leave men indifferent.
The wind had risen during the day, and the sea had become agitated, but the return was necessary. Sylvie’s jersey was still wet, and was about to wet her light dress. I suggested to her to remove it, which she did. She was naked under her light dress. The absence of panties was easily guessed.
I let her walk a few meters in front of me, to admire her nudity sketched by the sun through her clothing. We took the boat, and I offered to settle in the back, where it moves less, in principle, and especially not in the cabin, where the lack of air risked inconveniencing it. We placed ourselves on the last bench at the stern of the small boat.
Her short dress went up on her thighs, almost to the crotch. The masculine looks were trying to see more, beyond his long legs.
I placed a reassuring hand on one of her bare thighs and, as a result, her dress rose slightly, flush with her "intimate space". No one could ignore the nakedness of his sex anymore.
As soon as we left the port, the boat became a nutshell, tossed by the waves. It swayed so much, that it prevented us from being sick, the mind being focused on balance.
To maintain herself, Sylvie was forced to spread her legs, thus offering men repeated glimpses of her little sex.
Some people ended up sitting in the hallway, ejected from the benches.
The boat sank into the swell, and the sea spray passed over the cabin, crashing on the aft deck, dipping us to the bone.
Sylvie’s white dress became transparent, accentuating every detail of her silhouette. She was almost naked. Her splendid breasts stood out under the wet fabric, and the triangle of her fleece marked the crotch. The male passengers did not lose a single bit.
She found a certain pleasure in pressing the fabric against her body, pretending to wipe oneself.
Her dress emphasized her curves. She exuded an eroticism that would have made a troupe of Senegalese get hard.
We returned to Toulon, the marina in the city center, where the docks, a promenade for tourists, are lined with bars and restaurants. The terraces were full of people.
When we got off the boat, we had 2 km left to walk to return.
We also had to walk along all these terraces.
Attention was inevitable. Soaked, Sylvie’s dress stuck to her skin. The top of her dress draped her breasts, revealing their roundness, and her nipples pointed, stimulated by the damp fabric and the breeze.
The fabric hugged her thighs and stuck between her buttocks. Her little triangle in the crotch perfectly traced her pussy.
The crossing on the crowded black dock led to a situation of indecency and indecent assault, few people being aware of reality. Sylvie felt a slight discomfort, almost naked in front of hundreds of spectators.
We accelerated the pace, and finally arrived in less crowded streets. We interrupted our walk to catch our breath.
She jumped on my neck, I dropped the packages, and we gave ourselves to a long kiss.
She whispered to me:
- I was not proud on the platform, but I felt an unspeakable pleasure to be naked.
- Let’s hurry home.
Her dress became less transparent with the heat and the wind that had partially dried it. The return was less of a problem.
Some men would turn over in its path, especially to admire its beauty.
Finally, we arrived at the apartment. Her dress was still wet, but seemed correct. Fortunately, because we ran into some neighbors.
As soon as the door closed, she said:
- Leave everything, close and join me!
She led me into the bathroom.
She opened the shower tap and slipped into it dressed, under the jet of water.
Her dress became transparent again.
- I noticed that it amused you to see me like that, so come soaping me if you want.
I quickly undressed to join her, a strong visible erection.
- Gently, start by washing myself.
I apply shower gel, which I spread on his dressed body.
By lathering the soap, I massaged her body through her dress.
Our lips met with intensity, my hands lingering on his chest.
My caresses descended on her pussy, which I held in the hollow of my hand.
She lowered the straps of her dress over her shoulders, and it slowly slid across the floor.
I came back to stroke his naked body, to wash it.
I came close to his cock, and my fingers sank into his soft fur.
She let out a slight moan, arching her back to highlight her mount of Venus.
With some difficulty, I knelt in front of her to drink the water that was draining from her sex.
I spread her fleece to place kisses on her rosebud.
My tongue probed every nook and cranny of his intimacy.
After a few suctions of her miniature penis, she stiffens, seized by an uncontrollable pleasure.
Once calmed, she left the shower, wrapped in a large towel.
She told me:
- Give me a few moments, and come find me.
I continued my shower to remove the salt that had settled on my body, with a straight and proudly erect shaft.
She called me a few minutes later:
- I’m ready, come on.
It was summer, but she had put on a high corset with garter belts, leaving her breasts bare and black stockings.
She wore matching pumps.
- Relax, you’re going to have a crazy evening, great voyeur.
After this day rich in emotions, the evening promised to be torrid. She was waiting for me at the salon, in a more than exciting outfit. Her small breasts highlighted by her black corset and her long legs sheathed in black nylon. Her small silky triangle advantageously replaced an absent thong.
- You like me!!!
- Oh yes my love, I can’t hide it.
- You must want to release all this erotic tension.
She approached me, kissed me and our tongues entwined. The kiss lasted a few minutes, she sucked the tip of my tongue as a prelude to what was going to follow. My hands imprisoned his adorable little buttocks and I tackled his fleece against my desire.
- Oh, you’re hot, wait for me to cool her down.
She stuck herself a little closer to give me small kisses on the neck, whispering sweet and naughty words about the erection of my swollen sex like never. She spread herself to stimulate my nipples with her tongue. She found herself on her knees, following her path, the tip of her tongue tickling my navel. His kisses descended along my belly, before heading towards the groin, avoiding of course to touch my limb. She licked the inside of my thighs, to end on my well-filled scrotum. She swallows up my big plums, like ripe fruit. To punish me for watching her so much in the afternoon, she bit them slightly. Finally, she climbed back onto my swollen penis. Arrived at the level of the glans, she placed small kisses on the meatus. She took my foreskin between her fingers to spread it away from the glans and slide the tip of her tongue into it, applying herself to thoroughly clean my glans of the exciting liquid. Finally, she offset my penis to the maximum which she replaced with her soft lips. My cock disappeared into her mouth, and she began to suck, sliding her lips along my penis. No longer being able to hold me back, I poured all my seed into the back of his throat. My liquid leaked from the corner of his lips. She swallowed, tasting this nectar. After catching her breath, she sat up. We joined our lips for a kiss, and she made me taste it, mixing our seed. I wiped his face, clearing the traces of semen around his mouth.
- Thank you my love, I couldn’t take it anymore, you are so exciting that it was a delicious torture before releasing my seed.
- Now, we can take our time, I have other little ideas for the future. I am going to prepare a small appetizer for us. But first, I would like to ask you something.
- Ah, always say.
- You like that I am completely naked, don’t you find that my pussy has been a bit too highlighted this afternoon.
- Yes, of course, but I loved it when men stared at this little black triangle.
- Yes, but I would like, to punish him, to also put him completely naked. What do you think?
- You know that I have always dreamed of it.
- Go prepare the necessary material to undress him, I will prepare the aperitif.
I went to the bathroom to get a big towel, my shaving cream, the trimmer, the razor and a washcloth. In the living room, I placed my equipment next to a deep armchair that I covered with the towel. I was missing some water, I went to the kitchen to get some. Sylvie was busy with the preparation of the aperitif, I approached her to caress her buttocks and give them a few gentle tapings.
- Oh, why!!!
- You are my little bitch that I love.
- Why are you hitting me!!!
- You deserve it, little love slut, you unintentionally got your kicks today.
- Yes, I admit it.
- Hurry up, everything is ready.
I returned to the living room with a small bowl of warm water. A few moments later, Sylvie arrived with her preparations. I settled her in the chair, placing a kiss on her lips before leaning over her vulva to do the same.
- So, little cat, your mistress wants to shave you to punish you for your exhibition.
I got up because before starting, we needed a little pick-me-up. I prepared two tightly packed daiquiris, with white rum. Upon seeing Sylvie, her thighs open on the edge of the chair, my penis immediately firmed up. I served him his glass.
- Thank you, I need it!!!
I sat cross-legged at his feet, my tail pointing to the middle of my thighs. We calmly enjoyed our drink, which brought a little heat to Sylvie’s cheeks.
- You are ready!!! - Yes, I want to see my smooth apricot.
I knelt between his legs. I took the clipper and, in small tufts of hair that I held between my fingers, I cut them at the base, as short as possible. I started my work with her lower abdomen. Little by little, I approached her mount of Venus. She watched her bush disappear. When I brushed against the hood of her clitoris, she stiffened and pinched her lips, she took pleasure in my touching. I had to proceed with the clearing of his large lips and his groins, I made two small cords with tissues to insert them between his large lips and his small lips. She arched up to offer me her sex. I have completed the first phase of my work. To check if everything was correct, I passed my hand over his cock, I lingered a bit to inspect his small lips by spreading them apart. Her pussy glowed with desire. To reward her, I took the liberty of pulling up the hood of her clitoris to give her small kisses. I asked him to take his thighs in his hands to lift them against his chest. It was necessary to inspect his small hole and the fold of his buttocks.
A little finger on her anus made her blush:
- Do you like it?
- Oh yes, I often caress it for myself, when I masturbate when you are absent.
- You never told me.
I leaned over and licked her rose leaf, my tongue slightly forcing the entrance.
- Hum !!! It’s good.
- We have to finish the work, rest your legs.
Her cock moistened with the wet glove was ready to be coated with shaving cream. A good dose on his sex made him look like an apricot in syrup with whipped cream. My fingers massaged her sex for a long time, she was close to orgasm. The razor started to remove the freshly shaved grass from his cock. I arrived at the most delicate part, her big lips. For it to be more convenient, two of my fingers were interposed between his small and large lips. Therefore, her clitoris was pinched. While passing the razor on his lips, my fingers moved and excited his button. I left her hungry, two fingers away, if we can say so, from enjoyment.
- Lift your thighs up like earlier, it needs to be smooth too.
She raised her thighs, I coated her little posterior with shaving foam. My fingers spread the cream and one finger forced its small hole.
- Oh, little scoundrel!!!
- You like, you would like more.
- I want to, but I’m afraid it hurts.
The shave ended, with the glove, I rinsed it well while checking that it was clean.
- Get up.
She stood up, with the towel, I dried her well.
You have a softening cream.
- Yes, she’s in the room.
- Go get her and look in the mirror.
She left for the room by passing a hand over her smooth vulva. I waited for her for several minutes, caressing my penis, now very stiff. She came back, she had changed her outfit, she only wore black self-fixing stockings.
- What do you think of the result?
- I find myself indecent, naked like a cheeky little girl.
- Come, we must take care of our little shell, my little girl.
She took a seat in the chair, she received a good dose of soothing cream on her pussy. My caresses to make this anointing penetrate her freshly shaved skin brought her to the limit of pleasure. My face, a few centimeters away, allowed me to see her small lips flooding with the love juice secreted by her vagina, her clitoris pointing like a small dick ready to ejaculate. Attracted by this intoxicating perfume that emanated, my mouth rested on this vertical mouth that was asking me for a kiss. My tongue traveled through the folds of her lips and entered this wet cave. Her little bud only asked to be sucked. A fulgurating orgasm passed through her, leaving her in a mini-coma. After regaining her senses, she worried for me.
- And you.
- Turn around, kneel down on the chair and let your chest rest on your back.
She took the indicated position, in front of my eyes, with pretty little buttocks framing a pussy oozing with pleasure and a small darker orifice. I leaned, my head between his buttocks, I was eating his little mussel while drinking the love juice that had soaked him. I approached his complexion to put my tongue in it.
- Bastard, you’re driving me crazy.
My fingers dipped in the pot of cream to stroke her ass. A finger penetrated it easily. After several comings and goings, she projected her posterior towards me. I took the liberty of adding a second one.
Her carnation has expanded slowly.
- You want to fuck me, then go ahead, I want you.
I straightened up, my penis positioned itself in front of her vagina which I suddenly invested up to the testicles.
- Not by this way, by the other.
I got out of the hot sheath to place my glans on the rosette still dilated, it is she who came to impaled on my dick
- Go ahead, kick my ass.
I buried myself up to the guard in his buttocks and pounded it several times before releasing my juice into his intestines.
- Bastard, that was good.
It was time to return to the bathroom to take a small shower together while caressing us tenderly. We spent the rest of the evening naked teasing each other.
- Honey, you like to see my smooth cat.
- Oh yes, little girl.
- Then I’ll keep it smooth for you.
- But the fleece will grow back very quickly, next time I will wax you.
- I will also wear light outfits when we go out together, you like to show me off, I think.