It’s a chilly winter evening, and we’re on holiday in Copenhagen. We are staying at the Hotel D’Angleterre, a five-star, elegant, sophisticated hotel.
Denmark is one of the few countries where sex in the open and in public is not illegal. Surveys show 60% of adults enjoy fucking in public places. A truly liberated country.
While Jack takes a shower, I misbehave in the luxurious pool and spa area.
I pull my swimming costume to one side and let my fingers play with my wet pussy in the warm water.
My fingers slide easily into my wet cunt. Under the water, the swimmers using the pool can’t see what I’m up to. I just have to keep my face composed. My pussy playing is slow and pleasurable. I part my soft pussy lips, and I feel the juices rising and mingling with the water. I cum silently, with a deep sigh nobody can hear.
The spa is mostly empty, but when I go into the showers, I see a young couple sharing the space together. The man is fingering his companion, and the girl is rubbing his soap-covered prick to an impressive erection.
This is Denmark, at its most erotic.
I stand outside, invisible to them, and allow myself to reach another private orgasm, my pussy juices coating my fingers and running down my thigh.
Copenhagen has got to me. By the time I go back to our room, I am ready for some misbehaving with Jack.
We’ve booked the ballet as a special treat. We always both enjoy the ballet. A deeply formal and sophisticated venue, oozing with hidden sexuality.
I find it arousing and erotic, watching well-endowed young men in their tight-fitting leotards, their firm, bulging cocks straining against the thin fabric. Wrapped around them, the pretty, delicate, fine-faced little ballerinas, with their lithe figures, and long coltish legs.
I’m distracted when they dance together, their bodies entwined with one another. I find my mind wandering into lusty and dirty thoughts. I imagine them performing for me. In my mind, I undress them, tearing their skimpy, thin clothes from their bodies. Pulling down the fragile tutus, I watch them fuck together on stage, while I play with myself.
Tonight I’m wearing one of Jack’s favorite evening outfits. A short, blue dress, with crotchless black stockings, long black boots, and no panties.
Jack and I both like me not wearing panties. It adds to the level of eroticism wherever we go.
As we walk along the road to the ballet, I can feel the cold night air around my pussy.
Sitting in the bar before the show, I cross my legs, let my dress ride up over my knees, and reveal my stockings up to my crotch. Parting my thighs just enough for Jack to get excited. I know that the more formal the environment I’m in, the cruder I behave and the naughtier I feel.
Over the other side of the bar, I see a man and his wife sipping cocktails. The man is gazing directly at me. I know what he is looking at, and I love the tease and the arousal I am causing.
I deliberately shift slightly in my seat, cross my legs and allow the skirt of my dress to open up and expose a bit more stocking-covered leg. It’s so erotic in a smart public place not to be wearing panties. I hope the man is getting a thrill watching me. Maybe he’s getting the beginning of an erection, as his eyes wander up my long legs.
I smile up towards Jack. “No knickers tonight. All nude and ready down there. I expect we’ll enjoy everything about the show.”
We find our box, a compact red-lined sanctuary overlooking the stage. Velvet-covered seats for 6 people, ranked two by two from the front balcony.
Jack and I take the two back seats and settle into the deep cushions.
In front of us are two other couples. One in their late middle age, the other much younger.
The young couple directly in front barely acknowledge us, content with their own company.
The older couple, occupying the front two seats overlooking the stage, are elegantly dressed for the ballet and very Nordic in appearance. The man is tall, silver-haired, trim and clean-shaven. He’s smartly dressed, wearing a dark suit with polished black shoes, a white shirt and silk tie.
His companion is fine-boned, with greying hair tied in a bun, held with a glittering gold and pearl clasp. She wears an expensive-looking and understated black evening dress, which hugs her body tightly, showing off her well looked-after physique. She looks very sexy for an older woman, poised, confident and sophisticated. She wears black suede high-heeled shoes and black stockings. Around her thin neck hangs a double string of pearls, sitting flat against her narrow breasts.
The hem of her skirt lies just over her knees; her long, slim legs stretch out in front of her. She has the physical presence of a former ballerina and has clearly looked after herself in her senior years.
I can’t help noticing the diamond and sapphire rings on her long fingers, the wide gold bracelet on her wrist, her nails painted a deep scarlet. She oozes old money and an aristocratic heritage.
The lights dim, and our box is thrown into semi-darkness.
“Let me know when you’re wanting attention,” Jack whispers.
“No hurry. Waiting is always the best bit.” I smile back.
In the pale light, Jack moves his arm towards me and gently eases my knees apart, pushing the skirt of my dress higher. My thighs open to the air as he strokes my stocking-covered legs. In silence, we watch the dancers on stage. We barely move in our seats.
I’m turned on by watching the young men, their bulging crotches and their neat buttocks. The little ballerinas, splitting their their long legs, and opening them up to reveal their thinly covered crotches.
The only light comes from the green exit sign behind us.
Jack is experienced at this kind of thing. Fooling around discreetly together in public places is always a turn on for us both. The thrill of being seen or being watched is guaranteed to arouse us.
He teases his fingers along my legs, up to my crotch. Helpfully, I open my legs wider and pull the dress up to my hips. My pussy lips already feel moist with anticipation.
Next to me, Jack has opened his fly and is massaging his growing erection. I can see the sticky tip glinting in the shadows as he moves with quickening strokes, all the while keeping still in his seat.
Jack slips his middle finger into me. He moves it gently and silently, in and out of my pussy juices. I let my right hand join his, and put my index finger into myself. I bite my lip, controlling my breathing as I feel the cum rise. His fingers increase their speed alongside mine.
I cum quietly. So does Jack, before tucking his prick back into his trousers, spilling semen on his bare leg. The music drowns my muffled sigh. Nobody would know.
The interval is sudden. As the lights come on, I get up to go to the bathroom to clean myself up. To wipe the cum from my pussy, and rinse the stickiness from my fingers.
Unexpectedly, the older woman who had been sharing our box comes in. She recognises me and nods her head with a smile.
She speaks to me in a thick Danish accent. “You are enjoying the show, I think. And your husband also?”
“Yes, it’s a very beautiful setting,” I reply, as I dry my hands.
Perhaps she does not understand the word setting. So I continue. “The box, the seats, the view, all are lovely.”
She breaks into a broad smile. “Ah, yes, we also think everything we see is very lovely, absolutely. Very lovely, and very comfortable, and private for us.”
I am aware she is spending a lot of time readjusting her make-up and hair in the mirror we share, while at the same time looking me up and down. For a moment, I wonder if she knows what Jack and I have been up to, barely a few metres from where she was sitting.
She gazes at my dress. “You are English? A lovely dress. Very elegant, very pretty, I should say.”
“Thank you. Yes, English.” I reply. “We come on holiday and love the ballet. The music, the dancers, and the beautiful buildings.”
She smiles, a row of perfect white teeth behind bright red lips.
“The ballet is always a magical place to enjoy for both of us. Always such lovely and beautiful people to meet also.”
When she goes to leave, I feel myself almost blushing as she puts a warm hand on my arm.
Back in the box and with the second-half performance about to start, I notice the young couple have left, and the older Danish couple have swapped seats. The pretty lady and her husband are now seated just in front of us.
The lights dim. I watch her hand drop onto the man’s lap. Her painted fingers slowly undo his belt and unbutton his fly. He lifts himself up. She pulls the front of his trousers open wide and delicately unfolds his stiffening cock. She takes it in her slim hand and fondles it gently as it springs into life.
Sitting behind them, Jack and I look at each other and smile.
I frown. “Naughty!”
The woman, her hand now wrapped around a rising cock, looks over her shoulder and tilts her head back towards Jack and me.
She smiles. Looking down to where her hand is playing with her husband’s prick, and she murmurs softly. “We change?”
I know exactly what she is trying to suggest. I nod in agreement.
Silently, imperceptibly, we swap seats. She moves to sit in my seat and I in hers. We are all sitting back, deeper into the box. A private space virtually out of view from the rest of the audience, bathed only in a dim, green light.
I smile at the old man next to me, looking down to his crotch and his swollen penis which he is gently fondling. He continues to gaze forward, towards the stage in front of him. He takes my hand and rests it over the erect tip of his cock.
He has a large, long and curved prick. Its thickness fills the palm of my hand as I wrap my fingers round, and slowly start to wank it.
His wife must have put some ointment over it, as it feels sticky to the touch, making it easy to gently slide my hand up and down. My fingers drift down to his balls, which he has conveniently moved to hang outside the front of his trousers.
They feel strong, round and full. His slim, stiff cock standing proudly upwards.
He sits perfectly still, as I let my fingers cup the warmth of his balls and explore the length of his dick. From his thick pubic hair up to the glistening tip.
Without leaning towards me, he moves his left hand to my leg and raises the thin skirt material up and over my knee. His hand feels the fabric along my thigh and round to my bare ass.
“You naughty girl, you not wear panties here, I can feel,” he whispers.
I pout, biting my lower lip. “You’re the naughty one. Exploring down there with your fingers. What do you hope you will find?”
Knowing I am nude under my skirt has the effect of making his prick even larger in my hand. His fingers slide up and under my skirt, to the inside of my thigh, along my sheer crotch-less black tights until it reaches bare flesh. Then upwards into my pubic hair and the damp folds of my cunt lips.
Gently, with two large, manicured fingers, he teases me open. I’m enjoying this. I part my thighs wider to let him in.
Behind me Jack has dropped his trousers, and his prick is being expertly wanked with one hand by the woman. Her other hand is pushing up the hem of her black evening dress over her knee. She lifts her ass from the chair. The folds of the dress rise higher, allowing Jack to get a good look at her slim legs and the tops of her stockings, to where they meet her naked thighs.
She bends down to her handbag, takes out a black silk glove and slips it onto her left hand.
Her long, elegant fingers push themselves into the stretchy material.
She wraps her silk hand around Jack’s prick, and rubs the erection in her palm. Leaning in over to Jack, she licks his mouth, her little pink tongue dripping saliva over his chin.
She whispers. “You’re a good-looking young Englishman. With a good-looking prick also. I am going to get it nice and long and hard. We have fun together. You can watch me.”
Her free hand moves down to her open legs. She slides it upwards, towards her naked, panty-less crotch. Her fingers reach her trimmed pubic mound and play with her cunt lips. She slips her forefinger in and masturbates herself, while her gloved hand wraps itself around Jack’s stiff cock. She rubs it up and down, in time with her masturbation.
I sneak a quick look over my shoulder, my hand now firmly massaging the old man’s very stiff prick. I try not to moan as his playful fingers probe my sticky pussy lips and toy with my clitoris.
I look down at the old woman and Jack, their controlled movements just visible in the half-light.
“All good, yes? No panties always good.” She looks me in the eye and smiles, her fingers moving swiftly and silently along Jack’s throbbing dick.
“You like my man? He has good, long prick for you, and also strong fingers, so he can play with your English pussy and make you wet.”
She nods down to her open crotch, her fingers coated in her sticky juices which glint in the shadows. She has moved both her legs and bent them at the knee, so as to open herself wide.
“Maybe this you like also? Maybe you think this nice? What you say? You like my pretty Danish pussy? My slim fingers playing with myself. You want your fingers there also?”
I look down at her and Jack, and the sight of them playing and masturbating adds to my heavy breathing. The music from the orchestra pit below masks my gasps.
I can sense the woman is not far from cumming.
Her mouth is wide open. “We all play together, my little English friends. This is what we do in Denmark. Two wet cunts, two beautiful, big, stiff cocks. In the dark, quietly, in public. We watch, and we play, and we feel. Yes, we feel everybody. We all cum together.”
Her gloved hand pulls faster on Jack’s cock. He arches his back against the comfortable chair, and spurts his cum over her fingers, and onto his lap. She wipes her hand over his pubic hair, coating it with sticky semen. She quietly moves her hips forward in the chair, pushing her crotch into her free hand. Her slim fingers move in and out, until she too orgasms softly.
Her husband is next, as he turns his head to watch his wife. Her stocking-clad legs are open to him, and the juices from her pussy lips coat her fingers.
She smiles up at him, encouragingly. “Cum, my dear husband. Cum for these lovely English friends. Look at my wet pussy and push your fingers into her pretty little English cunt. Make the little lady cum with you. Show her what we do here in Denmark. Think of us all together.”
My hand moves faster, gripping his throbbing prick.
I lean into him. “Do as your wife tells you and finger me hard. Push your big fingers into my wet hole. I’ll keep your prick long and hard while you look at my English pussy. Let’s both cum together.”
We move in unison, our breathing under control, our juices rising, my fingers coated in his cum juices, and his in mine.
Staring at his wife’s pussy, he grits his teeth and spurts his warm cum over my fingers, just as I orgasm and let my cum juices coat his hand. We both look at each other and try hard not to breathe too loudly.
With a smile, the woman straightens her dress, peels off her sticky glove and places it back in her handbag. Her husband folds his still stiff prick back into his trousers.
“Thank you. You have a lovely little naked pussy, and wonderful fingers. I will always remember you. The English woman with no panties.” He smiles broadly.
Standing up, and with a breathless whisper, the woman looks at Jack and me.
“Welcome to Denmark. Good-bye, sexy and beautiful English friends, and thank you for playing with us.”
