alexfun2
10-20-2011, 10:09 AM
This strange story could only happen in Paris. It was early in the summer before we relocated there so my husband was spending weekends with me at my usual hotel.
On this Saturday night we were going to our favorite swingers club so I dressed suitably in a short black skirt with a striped silk blouse. My legs were nicely tanned already so I didn’t bother with stockings which meant a total of two items of clothing – perfect for our destination!!
We stopped in our hotel bar for a drink before grabbing a cab and that was when the night went pear shaped, and a very odd adventure started. When the waiter delivered our drinks he knocked over my glass of champagne. As it spilled towards me I turned quickly to one side to avoid soaking my skirt. Moments later I realised that I was sitting very inelegantly with my legs open and my skirt a long way up my thighs. When I looked at the next table the guy sitting alone there was openly staring at my bare pussy.
When the waiter left to replace our drinks the guy at the next table signaled to him and he returned with a bottle of fine champers which he informed me was a gift from my voyeur. Of course I now had to invite him to join us and that was the end of our planned night at Au Pluriel.
Our new friend introduced himself as Michel, was very charming and dressed quite beautifully. I thought at first he was gay but soon found out that he was definitely not. He was about 70 I guessed and a little rotund, (OK, he was pretty fat). His grey hair was thinning but cut nicely and tied back in a small pony tail. He had taken the chair across from me and constantly glanced at my legs. I enjoyed his attention and was more that happy to show him my freshly shaved labia in thanks for the champagne. I was soon very aware of how moist I was becoming from our little game.
As the champagne flowed and the teasing intensified he asked my husband to consider a proposition. He explained that he had a dinner function for about 30 of his clients in two weeks time and would it be OK for him to invite me as his partner. I was taken aback at first but then intrigued and when my husband said he was fine with the idea I accepted the invitation. He then insisted that he would buy my outfit for the night and handed me a card with a telephone number on the back. He explained that the number was his favourite client who made beautiful clothes and underwear. I was to call during the week and arrange an appointment to choose anything I wanted and to have a fitting.
I called him in mid week to confirm I had made the appointment and he told me that a driver would collect me at my hotel and wait to bring me back. I had never had a fitting for a dress before so just threw on a pair of jeans and a light summer sweater. I was wearing a bra but it never occurred to me to wear panties, as I never do with jeans. As soon as we arrived at the store the woman there told me to remove my clothes. When I hesitated she asked if I had a problem. I confessed to having no panties and she just laughed and told me that was perfect as she intended fitting me for underwear as well. She showed me to a fitting area that had about five free standing mirrors that allowed you a 360 view of your body. I have an aversion to being barefoot on carpet in public places so she returned to find me naked apart from my sexy summer heels. It felt pretty erotic standing naked in this lovely little store.
She measured me quickly and left to bring some suitable dresses from the racks. Her taste was excellent and the dresses were all quite stunning. I tried several and settled on a gold colored silk wrap dress that fastened only at the waist. I thought it fit well but the madam was soon marking alterations to be made and then slipped it off me and departed again. As I stood there naked I studied my reflections and was pretty happy with what I saw. I began flexing my pecs, making my breasts perk up and then squeezed my butt, stretched my legs and so on. As I did this I realised that I could see my driver in one of the mirrors. Now I’m no rocket scientist, but I knew that if I could see him, then he could see me. It was obvious that he was watching me and probably had been since I undressed. He was completely unfazed at being caught peeping and just smiled at me.
As my driver and I faced each other the madam returned with the most amazing selection of underwear to go with the dress. Her first choice was perfect. It was a corset in a coffee and cream color with matching panties. As she fastened the corset I began to feel my level of arousal rising. Once again the madam began marking alterations to the lovely garment, and again I was soon stripped naked. My driver now made no attempt to hide his enjoyment of the show. As I waited I browsed the racks and picked out a gipsy style dress in semi sheer white cotton. When I held it in front of me I looked at my driver who nodded his approval. For fun I slipped it over my head and posed for him. It fit well so I teased by pulling down the top to expose my breasts, then bending over with my legs spread giving him a nice view of my butt and pussy. When the Madam returned I was still teasing the driver and she told me that Msr. Michel had said I was to take any clothes I liked so I asked her to put my clothes in a bag and stayed in my new sexy little dress for the drive back to my hotel.
My driver to great pleasure in opening the car doors for me and I reciprocated by taking my own sweet time getting in and out. His view was up close and personal.:giggle00:
Part 2 has all the action.
Alex x
On this Saturday night we were going to our favorite swingers club so I dressed suitably in a short black skirt with a striped silk blouse. My legs were nicely tanned already so I didn’t bother with stockings which meant a total of two items of clothing – perfect for our destination!!
We stopped in our hotel bar for a drink before grabbing a cab and that was when the night went pear shaped, and a very odd adventure started. When the waiter delivered our drinks he knocked over my glass of champagne. As it spilled towards me I turned quickly to one side to avoid soaking my skirt. Moments later I realised that I was sitting very inelegantly with my legs open and my skirt a long way up my thighs. When I looked at the next table the guy sitting alone there was openly staring at my bare pussy.
When the waiter left to replace our drinks the guy at the next table signaled to him and he returned with a bottle of fine champers which he informed me was a gift from my voyeur. Of course I now had to invite him to join us and that was the end of our planned night at Au Pluriel.
Our new friend introduced himself as Michel, was very charming and dressed quite beautifully. I thought at first he was gay but soon found out that he was definitely not. He was about 70 I guessed and a little rotund, (OK, he was pretty fat). His grey hair was thinning but cut nicely and tied back in a small pony tail. He had taken the chair across from me and constantly glanced at my legs. I enjoyed his attention and was more that happy to show him my freshly shaved labia in thanks for the champagne. I was soon very aware of how moist I was becoming from our little game.
As the champagne flowed and the teasing intensified he asked my husband to consider a proposition. He explained that he had a dinner function for about 30 of his clients in two weeks time and would it be OK for him to invite me as his partner. I was taken aback at first but then intrigued and when my husband said he was fine with the idea I accepted the invitation. He then insisted that he would buy my outfit for the night and handed me a card with a telephone number on the back. He explained that the number was his favourite client who made beautiful clothes and underwear. I was to call during the week and arrange an appointment to choose anything I wanted and to have a fitting.
I called him in mid week to confirm I had made the appointment and he told me that a driver would collect me at my hotel and wait to bring me back. I had never had a fitting for a dress before so just threw on a pair of jeans and a light summer sweater. I was wearing a bra but it never occurred to me to wear panties, as I never do with jeans. As soon as we arrived at the store the woman there told me to remove my clothes. When I hesitated she asked if I had a problem. I confessed to having no panties and she just laughed and told me that was perfect as she intended fitting me for underwear as well. She showed me to a fitting area that had about five free standing mirrors that allowed you a 360 view of your body. I have an aversion to being barefoot on carpet in public places so she returned to find me naked apart from my sexy summer heels. It felt pretty erotic standing naked in this lovely little store.
She measured me quickly and left to bring some suitable dresses from the racks. Her taste was excellent and the dresses were all quite stunning. I tried several and settled on a gold colored silk wrap dress that fastened only at the waist. I thought it fit well but the madam was soon marking alterations to be made and then slipped it off me and departed again. As I stood there naked I studied my reflections and was pretty happy with what I saw. I began flexing my pecs, making my breasts perk up and then squeezed my butt, stretched my legs and so on. As I did this I realised that I could see my driver in one of the mirrors. Now I’m no rocket scientist, but I knew that if I could see him, then he could see me. It was obvious that he was watching me and probably had been since I undressed. He was completely unfazed at being caught peeping and just smiled at me.
As my driver and I faced each other the madam returned with the most amazing selection of underwear to go with the dress. Her first choice was perfect. It was a corset in a coffee and cream color with matching panties. As she fastened the corset I began to feel my level of arousal rising. Once again the madam began marking alterations to the lovely garment, and again I was soon stripped naked. My driver now made no attempt to hide his enjoyment of the show. As I waited I browsed the racks and picked out a gipsy style dress in semi sheer white cotton. When I held it in front of me I looked at my driver who nodded his approval. For fun I slipped it over my head and posed for him. It fit well so I teased by pulling down the top to expose my breasts, then bending over with my legs spread giving him a nice view of my butt and pussy. When the Madam returned I was still teasing the driver and she told me that Msr. Michel had said I was to take any clothes I liked so I asked her to put my clothes in a bag and stayed in my new sexy little dress for the drive back to my hotel.
My driver to great pleasure in opening the car doors for me and I reciprocated by taking my own sweet time getting in and out. His view was up close and personal.:giggle00:
Part 2 has all the action.
Alex x