I woke from a blissful nap, naked and splayed out on top of the bed. My inner labia still swollen and lubricated from my afternoon activities. I slowly sat up and was startled to find a brass Bellman’s cart placed near the foot of the bed holding a single garment bag. A now familiar calligraphy-labeled note card sat on top of the comforter and a new bottle of opened champagne on the bedside table.
I wondered if it was Michel who again let himself into the suite to deliver these newest additions. ‘How long had he watched me sleep? And please let there be no photos!’, I thought to myself.
I opened the note card to read Jacque’s latest missive.
Dear Love,
I hope you had a wonderful lunch at Le Joy!
The time is getting closer when we finally will see each other again and I am yearning for your scent and touch.
As I hope you can see, a dress and shoes have been delivered for you to wear this evening for dinner.
I cannot wait to see you in it!!
Meet me for a cocktail at La Marta at 6:00 pm downstairs before our reservation later at Alain Ducasse au Plaza Athénée’
I love you,
Jacque
“Holy shit,” I squealed out loud. Alain Ducasse was one of the most expensive and exclusive restaurants in all of Paris. We had both dreamed of dining there but never thought it would ever happen. Jacque was going all out for this trip! ’But, yes Jacque; I did have a wonderful lunch today,’ I said to myself with a sly smile.
I excitedly jumped off the bed and opened the garment bag to find a single formal dress and a pair of high heeled shoes, a copy of a pair I have at home. ‘Smart of you Jacque,’ I thought. I took the dress off the hanger, tried it on and walked to the full-length mirror to investigate this long-anticipated dress.
The dress was black, floor length and sleeveless with silky fabric that was thin and very soft. It tied at the neck like a halter with the back completely open to the waist then plunged from there in a deep V even further, showing the top of my rear cleavage. No fabric was visible with my hair covering the tie at the neck, so it looked like I was completely topless from the back.
The front of the dress was also open wide to the waist with just thin tapering panels of fabric covering my breasts down the middle of each one and did little to conceal my hard nipples. Most of my chest was visible down the middle allowing a generous view of the inner sides of my breasts and my thankfully toned abs and navel as your eyes traveled down to my waist.
The most daring part of the dress was the sides. Because the dress was backless and only had the thin panels in the front, the complete side of my torso was visible from arm to waist. Most of the side of my breasts and the feminine underside curve where they met my ribcage were clearly on display.
I knew that Jacque picked this dress to admire me in since he is a huge side-of-boob lover. And there was plenty of side boob showing for him to love. The front panels were very loose and when I walked, my breasts were free to move, and I was certain there would be exposure. And unlike on a Hollywood red carpet, I had no double-sided fabric tape available to keep things in place so even the slightest movement of the dress could very well result in a wardrobe malfunction.
The skirt of the dress went to the floor with two splits running up the center of each leg, widening as it reached my hips before joining at the waist. This exaggerated slit at the top revealing the slanted indentation where my hips joined my abs and pelvic area running diagonally towards my inner thighs giving a suggestive visual to follow when you saw it. This exposure made it abundantly clear what I did not have on underneath the dress.
It actually looked like I was wearing a floor length loin cloth and when I took a step towards the mirror, my full leg from waist to toe was visible and all that would be required was a stiff breeze to displace the center panel to expose the rest of me.
This was an absolutely stunning dress; but a very, very daring dress! ‘I wish I could have worn this when I was thirty-three instead of fifty-three,’ I thought to myself sadly.
It was now 5:00 pm so I had about an hour to get myself ready and relax a little before the next stage of my Paris adventure. I took the dress off and delicately hung it back up then spent a good bit of time fixing my hair. I would wear it down tonight. Jacque loved the wilder and untamed look it afforded. I poured myself another glass of champagne and thought of Michel again, watching me as I slept then walked to the windows facing Jim’s building.
‘Are you watching for me, Jim?’ I wondered. I placed my palm on the window and leaned in then arched my back and took a large sip of champagne, hoping that Jim was watching and wanting more. I walked back to the terrace and was awestruck by the evening sun spotlighting the Champs Elysées. It seemed to be spot lit in the late afternoon sun. I took in the Paris scenery and enjoyed the champagne, being careful not to lean on the railing for fear of leaving marks on my skin. There would be a lot of it exposed this evening.
My body tingled with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty about the evening. I could not believe where we would be dining tonight and had no idea what was in store for me. If the physical effects from this morning ever left, I don’t know, but I felt my cheeks blush and my labia start to swell again.
I put the dress back on and paid particular attention to how tight I tied the knot at the back of my neck. This seemed like the only means of control. Too tight and the straps moving down my breasts were not flattering. Too loose and I was literally falling out of the top without even moving. I decided on a tension somewhere between, then while looking at my reflection in the mirror, loosened it a little bit before securing the knot. I put on my diamond earrings and black high heel shoes and I was ready to go.
It was nearly 6:00 pm. I felt a tinge of nervousness and excitement and I could not wait to see Jacque again! I put my hand on the door, took a deep breath and opened it and stepped out into the hallway leading to the elevators.
I watched myself in the full hallway mirrors as I walked. My breasts moved noticeably with each step I took and the fabric on the side swayed giving more, then less of a view of the sides of my breasts. The movement of the ultra-soft fabric across my nipples caused arousing shivers down my spine. I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror before calling for the elevator. I was now very happy I spent the extra time over the last month nude at our pool, working on my all body tan. Tan lines would have been a disaster in this dress!
The lobby of the hotel was crowded as I made my way out of the elevator to finally meet Jacque and I felt eyes on me as I walked. I was proud of myself and felt beautiful, sexy and a renewed arousal.
The Le Marta Paris in the Hôtel Barrière Le Fouquet’s is a much more exclusive and secluded room than the crowded Le Joy. To enter Le Marta, you pass through a door disguised as a bookcase, speakeasy style. Once inside you are greeted with golden orange leather upholstered walls, deep red luxurious carpets and dark purple chairs arranged in small groupings. The chairs could also be moved into stage seating for intimate concerts on the small stage in the room.
I had only been in Le Marta once before on a previous visit with Jacque. This time I felt elegant, like royalty and like I belonged in its amazing surroundings. The room was sparsely occupied by a few businessmen huddled in small discussions with their drinks. I went to the empty bar to order a cocktail.
“Bonsoir Madame,” said the sharply dressed bartender while he looked at me with an approving smile. Apparently, he thought I belonged here too. I ordered a gin martini, dirty with no vermouth and readied to turn around to explore the room while waiting for Jacque.
“Bonsoir Madame!” came a loud greeting with an accent I had heard before. I turned around and was met face to face with my voyeur from the sauna earlier this morning. He was dressed in a smart sportscoat and slacks with a crisp white shirt open at the collar. I wasn’t wrong this morning. He was an attractive man.
The blood rushed to my cheeks in embarrassment and I took half a step backwards against the bar, trying not to spill my martini that I now so desperately needed. I had closed that chapter from this morning and had not expected to see the man who I exposed myself to ever again. “Bonsoir Monsieur,” I responded feebly.
“Madame, please do not be embarrassed,” he responded shifting to English in now a recognizable Italian accent. “You are a beautiful woman and should never be embarrassed by something as trivial as a nude sauna.”
“True, and I thank you for that reassurance” I said but thinking to myself that a nude sauna is one thing but having my swollen and open labia one foot in front of another man’s face is quite another.
“My name is Jean,” I said as I recovered and held out my hand to him.
Taking my hand in both hands he kissed the back of it and said, “My name is Marcelo, and it is ever so my pleasure to formally meet you Jean. Would you like to have a seat and share our cocktails together?”
“It would be my pleasure to sit with you until my husband arrives,” I said.
“Fair enough, my dear,” he said with a knowing smile as he took my arm and led me to a set of purple chairs and motioned for me to sit. I sat down in a lady like manner with my legs slanted off to the side on the plush upholstery.
One of the problems with wearing a dress for the first time in public is that you don’t know how it will behave. I had never sat down in this dress before so I was oblivious to the effects it would have. As I lowered myself onto the seat the side of the skirt on my outside leg fell completely to the side and the “loin cloth” fell between my legs. The result was that my entire leg, all of the way up and including most of my ass was now exposed to Marcelo.
At the same time, I learned that by sitting down I had inadvertently released the tension on the top portion of the dress and the fabric on the side bowed out exposing most of my breast and nipple once more to this man I had only met in the spa this morning. I quickly learned that sitting up straight was important in keeping everything in its place.
I adjusted my posture but left my leg the way it was but also took a long sip of my martini. The combination of my unintended exposure and the alcohol sent blood rushing throughout my body.
I quickly recovered my composure and after chatting with Marcelo, learned that he had been in Paris from Italy for the past two weeks working with an American company on a new project as a consultant but had finished his work the day before. He was taking a last free day in Paris to enjoy himself before flying back to Italy tomorrow.
He was a charming man and I soon became more at ease talking with him and was enjoying discussing art and our recent vacation to Florence to visit the Uffizi Gallery and the Palazzo Vecchio. I could tell he was enjoying the conversation as well, but I was also aware that he was enjoying looking at me at the same time. It was then that I noticed a man walk into the room. It was Jacque.
He was dressed in one of his designer suits that fit him so well and he looked amazingly handsome. Of all the men I have been with, past and present, there is no one that makes me feel the way I feel when I look at him. I love this man and immediately felt chills throughout my body.
He rushed over to me as I stood, and we embraced and kissed each other deeply. He put both hands on my shoulders and pushed me away from him and looked at me from head to toe, turning me slightly to the side and said, “You have exceeded all of my expectations and fantasies about how you would look in this dress! You are absolutely stunning and beautiful!”
I turned to introduce him to my new friend but before I could utter a word, the two of them exchanged a strong man-hug and Jacque exclaimed, “Marcelo! I did not expect to see you again here in Paris. I see you have met my wife, Jean?”
“Yes,” said Marcelo. “We first met this morning and became immediately intimate. She is a very beautiful woman!”
I was mortified. First, I expected to keep my exposure to my sauna voyeur anonymous, then we unexpectedly meet for a cocktail and then I learn that he is one of Jacques colleagues and that the company Marcelo was in Paris to work with was Jacques!
“Well,” said Marcelo. “I will leave you two to your reunion. Ciao, Bella,” he said looking at me and taking my hand and again kissing it as before. “I hope to see you again soon.”
“Hey, Marcelo. Why don’t we meet up for a last drink before you leave?” my husband replied.
“Perhaps, my friend. Perhaps,” said Marcelo. With that, he turned and swiftly left the room leaving Jacque and I alone.
We sat in the same chairs Marcello and I were occupying when Jacque walked in. The dress again exposed my outer leg and I made less of an effort to sit up as straight allowing my husband to finally have a good view of my naked side. My breast was exposed to him so he could see the complete curvature of my body, and the fabric was loose enough now so my nipple was clearly in view.
“I need a cocktail. What are you having?” he asked. I told him my choice and he called the waiter over to order two more Martinis the way I liked them. The waiter immediately came to our seats and took the order. He did not stare or react, but I knew he was looking at me and felt another rush of blushing cheeks.
As the waiter returned with our drinks Jacque asked, “So, tell me how you met Marcello this morning?”
I looked at him deeply and recounted my tale of being alone in the sauna and deciding to just lay there on a towel naked. Not expecting to be joined by anyone and how I began to think about him and how aroused I was getting. My labia were swelling, and I was getting incredibly wet with arousal that I shifted my legs so that I could spread them and allow my inner most parts to breath.
I told him how I laid there with my eyes closed when I heard him enter the sauna. “I thought of you, Jacque, and decided I would not react and kept my eyes closed. I was so turned on by it and I wanted him to know that I was aware he was there, so I gently massaged my breasts, readjusted myself on the bench but kept my legs spread open. I opened my eyes after a few moments and realized he was staring directly into my pussy.”
“Jacque, I was in full arousal and I know my labia were open and he could see deep inside of me, and I was dripping wet. I was so incredibly turned on.”
“What happened next?” he asked excitedly.
“Nothing. I got up, showered and went and had my massage, but I can’t tell you how aroused I was and how much I wanted there to be more,” I replied.
We spent a lot of time catching up about his work, family and not being able to believe we were actually going to be dining at Alain Ducasse tonight. More men had entered the room by then, some of them sitting close by. I wondered if they were close so they could see me. The combination of all of the champagne and now Martinis had me feeling relaxed and being with Jacque had me feeling sexy and confident, so I was happy to let them see me if that is what they wanted.
Jacque looked at me and put his hand on my exposed thigh then moved it inward and pulled my legs apart slightly before moving upwards underneath the loin cloth until his fingers reached my bare and swollen labia. He stopped there then moved forward more to put gentle pressure on them. A visible shutter went racing through my body at his touch. I was aching for more even if it meant others seeing it. He kept his fingers there and looked deep in my eyes and said, “Jean, my love. I have a special favor to ask of you tonight.”
“Oh? Should I be afraid?” I asked nervously.
He laughed but kept his contact with my labia. “Knowing you, maybe.”
“Then I can’t guarantee you will be happy with my answer, but what is your special request, Love?”
“Ok, here is my request. You look so amazing in this dress. You have obviously been working out and your body looks fantastic Just the sight of your bare tanned sides and breasts exposed like this is such an amazing turn on for me. And I know that you enjoy exhibitionism too. But sometimes, in public situations you cover up and become less confident and I want to experience a less controlled Jean. A Jean with abandon and desire and the confidence to say, ‘I don’t care about anyone else but us in this moment.’
“My special request is that for tonight you don’t cover up or readjust your dress if you become exposed. That you lose your need to control and just live in the moment no matter what happens. To allow yourself to just be within yourself and connected with me no matter where or what the circumstance.”
What Jacque was asking was scary for me. I am very confident and comfortable being nude and actually love being seen, and it can actually be a tremendous turn on for me. But I also like to control it and only do it where I feel it is classy and appropriate. So, saying yes to him was giving up a big part of my psychological needs. On the other hand, I knew this was a sincere request and would fulfill some of his candaulistic fantasies. I love him so much but was not sure I could give him his desire.
I turned to him and placed my hand on the side of his face, looked into his eyes and said, “Jacque, you know I love you dearly and I would do almost anything for you.” I could feel his body deflate somewhat, anticipating a negative response to his request. I removed my hand and took his hand that was on my inner thigh and removed it.
“Even if I say no, you and quite a few other people tonight, like these gentlemen right there, will see plenty of me. But you are asking me to take it further and to go against my comfort zone,” I said. As I prepared to continue, I felt the blood running to my cheeks again and my labia began to swell. ‘Is this from nervousness or am I actually getting turned on,’ I thought to myself.
“Jacque; I will grant your request. I will squelch any desire as best I can to cover up. It will be difficult for me and I am worried that I will not get what I want. But I will grant your request under one condition. If you renege on this the game is over.”
I saw his eyes brighten but then narrow again as he tentatively asked, “Okay, what is your condition?”
“My condition is that I will only do this if it happens naturally or, that I initiate it. You cannot force anything or even ask me to do anything. If you do, I will tighten my dress and you will lose even what you are getting right now.”
He looked at me with his handsome smile and said, “I promise. You will not regret this, and I sincerely hope you will be able to find enjoyment as we do this together and not that you are just doing it for me.”
I finished my cocktail and rose out of my chair slowly while facing him. My dress fell open baring both of my breasts to him. I did not think any of the other men in the room saw anything and I did not know how I looked when I completely stood but I resisted my desire to re-arrange the top of my dress. It was hard to ignore but I just let it go. First challenge successful.
“I need to go freshen up before we go to dinner and you need to get yourself another drink. You look pale!” I said smiling widely at him.
Freshening up in this dress was far easier than the tight singlet earlier today. I fixed my makeup then looked at myself in the full-length mirror and took a deep breath. ‘Jeanie girl, I hope you can do this for him and still get what you want!’ I thought to myself. I reached behind my wild mane of red hair and untied the knot at the top then re-tied it looser than it was before. The net result was that the top no longer stretched tight when I stood straight.
The waist did not move down but the silk fabric relaxed and much more of the line of my inner breasts was visible and the side was now daringly close to full exposure. I was not sure I could do this but was willing to try for Jacque. I walked out of the washroom and re-joined Jacque. “I am starving. Let’s go to dinner,” I said.
Jacque rose and put his now empty glass on a table. He looked at me from head to toe taking in my dress and my exposed body, took me by both hands and kissed me saying, “Thank you, my love!” I could tell by the growing bulge in his designer slacks that he was truly appreciative.
I moved my hand down to his cock. I had not felt this in weeks and looked up at him intently. “I know my exhibitionism and you seeing me being seen turns you on tremendously. I understand what you are requesting of me and what it means to your desires and fantasies. I can’t promise you anything, but I will try hard to not be in control tonight, as my gift to you.”
With that I took his arm and we left the relatively safe confines of Le Marta into the main lobby. I could feel my breasts swaying as we walked and felt the silk move back and forth over my erect nipples with each step. I felt a combination of nervousness, excitement and arousal as we made our way to the front door and out into the Paris evening.
“Ducasse is only a few Metro stops from here,” Jacque said.
“The Metro? No car?” I responded and wondered if taking the Metro was his way of forcing the issue and thought of calling him on it. But decided against it. Normally, I love everything about the Paris Metro. The sounds, the distinctive smell of the brakes on the older cars… And it is not uncommon to find a mixture of riders from tourists to students, workers and even people in formal wear on their way to dinner or a concert. But now I felt rushed into being in a large and crowded group of people.
We strolled slowly because of my high heels, hand in hand towards the Metro entrance. There was a cooling evening breeze blowing down the avenue. It felt refreshing to feel on my exposed skin, reminding me of our nightly nude walks in the evening on our favorite beach. I immediately relaxed and was reminded that I routinely walk topless or nude past fully clothed tourists there and decided then and there, that I could do this.
We entered the Metro and made our way to the crowded platform and didn’t have to wait long for the next train. All of the cars were packed so we entered the nearest one and took up positions by the poles at the doors. Several teenagers, eighteen or twenty years old maybe, were sitting in the seats by the door. One offered me his seat, but I declined since we were only going a few stops.
As the train lurched forward, I instinctively raised my arm to hold on to the pole and quickly realized I had my first public test of my pledge to Jacque. With my arm raised above my head the entire right side of my body facing the teenagers was now exposed. My decision back at Le Marta to loosen the top of the dress meant that my full breast, including my nipple was in view. I resisted the urge to lower my arm and looked at Jacque.
He was smiling broadly at the sight of my flashing the young men. I maintained my pose and stared at him; taking in his enjoyment of the situation. I couldn’t tell if it was my exhibitionism or seeing his enjoyment, but I could feel my labia start to swell and the oh so familiar warmth pouring into my face. I was getting turned on by this.
I could feel my exposed breast sway with the train and the fabric of the dress occasionally brushed my now very hard and sensitive nipple. Which not only sent soft and enjoyable shivers through my body but also informed me that it was not covered by my dress except in those moments when my breast moved against it with the action of the train. I did not move and allowed myself to be seen and wondered what they were thinking as they looked at me and my bare side. Those thoughts and the knowledge that Jacque was loving this made me more aroused and turned on by the experience.
I held my stance through two stops allowing new passengers a view of me as they got on the train. I ignored everyone except for Jacque and just kept my gaze on him. He was smiling and I realized that I was too.
As the train jerked to a halt at our stop, I lowered my arm and turned towards the door to exit. I resisted readjusting the dress and finally looked at the teenagers and smiled a knowing smile at them. I had passed my first test and had enjoyed it.
Alain Ducasse is in the Plaza Athenee Hotel and is like no other French restaurant in the world. Inside is the antithesis of a stuffy French restaurant. The dining room is enormous and very tall. It looks and feels like you are in the middle of a snow-filled wonderland. Huge crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling and everywhere, more crystals are cascading from the gilded ceiling making it look like crystal snow. The chairs are rounded and stark white, reminiscent of snowballs. Occasional banquets are made private with a rounded covering of chrome which makes the whole room shimmer. It is truly breathtaking.
The cuisine is also unlike a typical French menu. It is more simplistic with less fat and traditional sauces. We were in for a gastronomical treat and had already ordered the ten-course tasting menu in advance along with a wine pairing for each course.
As I sat down in one of the white chairs, the dress did its revealing trick again but this time doubly so. The outer part of the skirt fell away on both sides and draped over the edges of the chair leaving all of my legs, thighs and hips exposed. The inner loin cloth of the skirt completely fell between my legs resulting in the front of my hips and abdomen to be visible and the loosened top revealed far more in a seated position than while standing. Most of the outer portion of my breasts were in plain view.
The wait staff at Ducasse is highly trained and professional and, if they observed me, it was not obvious, which was a relief for me. I wanted to enjoy this dinner and not have it be about sex. I was, however, keenly aware of being watched by other guests. One man, sitting at the table next to us kept a constant vigil on me while having dinner with his wife, so I decided to use him to Jacques advantage.
As our dinner was starting, I told Jacque to just keep an eye on me and the gentleman next to us. I intended to nonchalantly allow him to see more as we dined and talked throughout dinner. It was partly a game for me, but I also wanted to tease Jacque and feed his candaulism fantasies and turn him on.
The ten-course dinner and wine were unbelievable. Each course outdid the next. We were engrossed in the food and catching up with all of the things we hadn’t had time to talk about while he was away. It was a fantasy dinner with my lover that lasted over two hours. Towards the end of the meal the talk turned to my lunch in the sheer outfit he bought for me. As I recalled the events and told him all of the details I started to get turned on. The champagne, dancing with Jim, my wrap being taken from me and me dancing in full view of everyone.
I was getting aroused with telling this story and was excited to tell him about what happened next when I took Jim back to our suite. I leaned in and put my arms up on the table to get closer to Jacque so I could tell him in a softer voice. As I did, I became immediately aware that the silk completely shifted, and my right breast was released and had fallen out of the dress. Jacque saw it too and looked at me.
I froze and said, “Jacque, what do I do?”
“You keep your promise to me and do nothing,” he said. “Now tell me the rest of your story!”
There was a flood of emotions that coursed through my body from arousal to panic to the realization that I had made a promise to fight my instincts tonight and this was one of those events Jacque must have been hoping for.
I looked at him for a moment then said, “Okay. I truly hope you appreciate this!” I put my elbows up on the table and folded both hands beneath my chin and began to recount the rest of the Jim story and ignored the Janet Jackson wardrobe malfunction that just happened to me in the fanciest restaurant in all of Paris. My breast bared for all to see.
I told him about proudly walking out of Le Joy without the protective wrap with everyone seeing all of me then Jim kissing and groping me in the elevator. About continuing when we got inside the suite and how I slowly took off the outfit and stood before Jim totally naked before taking him out to the terrace. I was getting so turned on by retelling these events and seeing Jacques excitement. I could feel my labia swelling and my juices starting to flow.
My face started to redden with arousal when I continued the story of giving Jim a blow job and him cumming all over my chest and breasts then standing up looking at him and smearing it all over my breasts before I kissed him with my wet mouth. God, I was so turned on.
“Wow! I never expected that to be the result of the outfit. But I love it! I bet Jim loved his lunch more than you did though,” said Jacque excitedly.
I took my elbows off the table and leaned back into my chair. My breast remained completely out of my dress. I looked at Jim with a tilted head and smile and said, “I need to use the lady’s room before we go.”
Jacque smiled at me, letting me off the hook from my promise he said, “Okay. I think we both could use a nightcap. I will text Marcelo to see if he would like to join us.”
I stood up from my seat and ended up facing the husband at the table next to us. I stood for a second, then looked down at my exposed breast in mock shock then back at him and smiled before slowly pulling the dress back over, then slowly made way to the lady’s room.
I realized how wet I was as I walked to the lady’s room. My labia were on fire and I could feel the wetness with each step. Just talking to Jacque about my morning and afternoon experiences aroused me incredibly and add on top of that the rush I was feeling following my “wardrobe malfunction” turned exhibition.
When I returned to our table, Jacque had already taken care of the check and said, “Marcelo texted back, he will be joining us for drinks back at the Barrière Le Fouquet’s. Let’s take a car back. It will be quicker.”
When the hired car arrived, the driver held the door for me as I climbed into the back. I honestly have no idea what he was able to see. In my aroused and turned-on state, I did not care and did not even pay attention. The second we were in the back seat I grabbed Jacque and started to kiss him deeply. “I can’t tell how turned on I am. After all of these experiences all day long and then recounting them to you with this amazing dinner and exhibitionism I am about ready to explode!” I leaned back against the seat and took his left hand and placed it under my dress onto my right breast. I needed to be touched so badly!
He moved my dress to the side and cupped my breast with the palm of his hand and expertly pinched my nipple just as I like it. He then moved his hand downward, leaving my dress open and moved the loincloth to the side. I spread my legs as wide as I could as his fingers found my swollen labia. He easily entered my wet pussy with his finger causing my entire body to shutter. He slowly removed his finger and then traced my wet outer lips upwards until he reached my swollen clit.
He stopped momentarily. At that moment I looked up to the review mirror to find the driver intently watching us. He hadn’t even started driving yet. I looked him in the eyes and smiled and while fixing my gaze on him I moved my hand to my bare breast and started to pinch my nipple as Jacque began to slowly circle my clit. I let him watch for another moment and then said, “I think we need to get back to our hotel.”
“Oui, Madame,” he replied and took off from the curb towards the hotel.
To be continued………
