A Weekend In France

She, too, was wearing stockings which were white in direct contrast to her dress. The skirt of her dress was so short that her stocking tops and a glimpse of the flesh above were on permanent display.

It was our turn to whistle as she looked so fabulous. I said that I now felt totally over dressed!

All through this display, the headwaiter was ignoring the show, and I could only guess that this was either old hat to him or he was gay!

He led us to our table, or rather our booth. The restaurant was set out with booths around the edge and a small dance floor in the middle. The lighting was intimate but bright enough to see and be seen. We slid into the booth with Anton to one side of me and Sylvie and Dave on the other. I guess they must have worked out the seating plan but I did not object.

Anton asked for a bottle of champagne to start us off whilst we read the menus. It was lovely and very cold, and it was definitely hitting the spot.

Every time Sylvie moved, though, one or the other of her breasts came into view. I said, "I know we have been naked with each other most of the day, and have seen all there is to be seen. But why is it that now we are dressed it is all so much sexier? "

"I know what you mean," she said. "Somehow it is very naughty," and with that she raised the hem of her dress showing us the tiny thong she was wearing. "I know you were both trying to guess what I had on under my dress, and it does not leave room for much, does it? Come on now - it is your turn." she said to me.

Dave looked at me with interest to see if I would flash my knickers or not. I do not know what got into me but I stood up in front of the whole restaurant and lifted my skirt up to my waist. I really could not believe I was doing this. I dropped my skirt and sat down again, Sylvie said they were incredibly sexy, and asked me where I had bought them. She did not know you could buy such lingerie in England.

Before I could answer a small band started playing in the corner of the room. They were not loud or intrusive and played soft, mellow music, the type you can smooch too. Several couples got up and started to dance.

All of the women were dressed to be seen, one of them apparently being in just her lingerie - a filmy transparent white teddy with white stockings, leaving very little to the imagination. All of the couples were dancing very close and openly caressing each other.

I asked Sylvie if that was normal? "Oh, yes," she answered. "When we came here the last time one couple actually fucked in the middle of the dance floor. It was very crazy but everyone applauded at the end. I could never have done anything like that - I was much too shy."

At that point the waiter came and took our order, and soon after that the starters arrived - a cold seafood collation together with a chilled bottle of Chablis. It was truly delicious.

The plates were taken away and Anton turned to me and asked me to dance. As we slid out of our end of the booth Sylvie and Dave emerged from the other. All four of us moved on to the dance floor, Anton taking me into his arms and pulling me close as we started to dance.

As he moved me around the floor with ease my body just melted into his. Getting more confident, he slid his hands slowly down my back, cupping my ass and easing me even closer. I could feel his hard cock pressed up against my belly. (I must say that I was rubbing my pussy against his shaft at every opportunity.)

Looking over his shoulder, I could see that Dave was not wasting time either, as one hand had disappeared right down the back of Sylvie's dress to stroke her ass, whilst the other appeared to be inside her top.

I said to Anton that I thought that we had better stop now as they were bringing our main course to the table. The cheeky sod said that he was just beginning to think I was the main course!

He steered me back to the booth with Sylvie and Dave leading the way. Dave only removed his hand from her dress as she was sitting down. I turned to him and told him that it had appeared to me that he had enjoyed that and he replied that by the look of things we had all enjoyed it.

"Oh yes," said Sylvie, and taking my hand in hers she placed it on her pussy. "Feel how wet I am." My fingers had a will of their own as they slid under her thong, where my hand froze.

"I bet you are as wet as I am too." she said, slipping her hand through the split in my skirt, up the leg of my knickers and gently rubber her fingers over my naked pussy. I was suddenly on fire, almost coming on the spot. It was the first time a woman had ever touched me or for that matter it was the first time I had touched another woman and I was enjoying it.

"Mmm," she said, and as I was pulling her wet fingers out from under my skirt she offered them to Anton to taste.

"Don't I get a taste?" Dave asked.

Coming out of my trance, I lifted my sweet sticky fingers from her pussy firstly to my nose smelling her then I slipped them into my own mouth enjoying her taste to the full.

"Hey!" Dave said. "That was supposed to be for me!"

"So it was," I said. "I shall just have to get some more if Sylvie does not mind."

Far from minding she took my hand again and led it towards her honey pot. This time I was more confident and using my other hand, I pulled her thong away from her pussy allowing me free access. I slid my fingers up and down between her lips opening her completely, brushing over her clit, and at the final moment I plunged two fingers right into her cunt.

As I removed them they were literally dripping. Dave grabbed my hand and licked up every drop, so that when he had finished even his face was covered in pussy juice.

All this time the waiter was just standing there by the side of our table with the plates food our in his hands, and from the size of the tent in his trousers it was obvious that he had enjoyed the view.

The main course was as delicious as the starter, a beautiful fillet steak cooked to perfection, rare just as I like it. With the steak, Anton had ordered a full-bodied bottle of Bordeaux red. With all this wine, I was in danger of getting pissed, and that was last thing I wanted. This was proving to be a night I wanted to remember.

After eating the main course we got up to dance again, except that this time it was more like a group hug than a dance, with each of us blatantly rubbing against and fondling each other. At one point, I had Dave in front with his cock pressed hard against my belly and Anton behind trying to force his cock up my ass through my skirt, with me, as it were, the meat in the sandwich.

Sylvie was not being left out either. She had her hands down the fronts of both pairs of trousers, and obviously if the silly grin on both the men's faces was anything to go by she had a cock in each hand. All too soon, our next course arrived and we had to go back to the table.

The desert was one of those apple tarts that only the French can make -definitely not good for the waistline, but who gives a shit! Anyway, I figured that the way things were going we were likely to get enough exercise tonight for it not to matter.

It was time to dance again, but this time Anton and Dave suggested that we girls should dance together. Without hesitation Sylvie pulled me on to the dance floor immediately wrapping herself around me, whispering in my ear that this was so hot, and how did I feel?

In reply I pushed my hand down the back of her dress. I was not content to just cup her ass, and instead I slid one finger one to her rosebud which was slick with her juices and pushed it gently up her tight little asshole till it was buried as far as it would go. All the time she clung to me tighter and tighter undoing the buttons on my blouse down to my waist and bending her head down to bite and suck on my nipples through my bra. I am not sure which of us came first but we both received a round of applause for our fellow diners.

When we returned to the table, we both received huge hugs and kisses from our respective spouses, both of them telling us how much they loved us, and how proud they were of us.

Anton paid the bill and organized the taxi back to the Hotel. "Oh," I said. "It is much too early for the evening to end. Please come up to our suite for a nightcap."

Dave added, "Of course they must - I have already arranged for a new bottle of champers to be on ice waiting for us."

That atmosphere in the lift was so highly charged you could almost see the sparks bouncing off each of us as the lift rose towards our floor.

Dave inserted the key into the door ushering all of us into the suite before him. As we entered the lounge Sylvie said that she wanted to dance again, and even before Dave had found some suitable music she held me and we started to sway together in the middle of the room.

Dave had poured champers for himself and Anton, and soon they had both taken possession of an armchairs, watching us and sipping their drinks at the same time.

As we danced Sylvie undid my blouse pulled it out of my skirt and pushed it off my arms letting it drop on the floor behind us. My bra seemed to disappear in the same manner. She let go of me, and stood back to get a better look then muttered something in French that it did not understand. Anton responded also in French obviously an encouragement.

She stepped forward again and found the fastener to my skirt and with a quick tug; it joined my blouse on the floor. Again, she stepped back this time turning me to face the men. She knelt on the floor reached out and undid the button at the crutch of my French Knickers, lifting them to display my shaved naked pussy.

I could not help but look up at the men, both of them gently masturbating, eyes glued to the action in front of them.

Sylvie then gently removed my knickers, leaving my standing naked apart from my stockings and suspender belt. Still facing the guy's she pushed her face into my crutch. I had no option but to spread my legs to give her access, letting her tongue flick across my clit which had long ago left its protecting hood and was now standing out like a miniature cock.

Shuddering, I pulled her up and kissed her full on the lips letting my tongue invade her mouth. It was the first real kiss that I had ever given a woman. She responded by holding the back of my head pulling me even closer, literally fucking my mouth with her tongue.

Reaching up I undid the bow at the back of her neck, and allowed our bodies to part far enough for her dress with very little assistance to float to the floor. Apart from her stockings and suspenders, she like me was completely naked. She had obviously removed her thong before we left the restaurant.

As she had done with me, I turned her round to face the men who were now naked; although I can honestly say that I did not see them get undressed.

Standing behind her with one hand I cupped her breast kneading and pulling her nipple, letting my other hand slide down her body until it reached her cunt. Leaning back on me she opened her legs and pushed her hips forward as if offering herself to the men. Both of them reached out to finger her.

All this time Anton's eyes were locked with mine, nodding his head with encouragement at my every move.

I then made her kneel in front of Dave and with one hand on the back of her head and the other taking his rock hard cock in hand I guided it to her mouth. She almost swallowed him, taking his whole length into the back of her throat.

Moving behind her, I let my hands wander over her ass, and let one finger invade her ass hole just as I had done in the restaurant but this time finger fucking her cunt at the same time. A loud moan escaped from her as she lifted momentarily from Dave's cock.

I felt a movement behind me, and turning my head my lips brushed the head of Anton's cock. I instinctively opened my mouth letting him face fuck me just as he had done to Sylvie on the beach.

By now my cunt needed some serious cock attention. I was leaking cunt juice all over the carpet, so I pulled Anton down on to the floor next to me, turning him on his back with his cock pointing at the ceiling, but not for long.

I was in no mood for pissing around any more, so, straddling him, I grabbed his cock, rubbed it up and down between my lips and over my clit a few times to get him wet, then I forced myself down on him till I could feel the head of his cock hit my cervix. I am sure that I screamed out words like "Oh shit!" and "Fuck me you bastard!"

I was bouncing on his cock as if my life depended on it and at that moment in time, I am ashamed to say, I gave no thought to his pleasure. But I did make up for it later. My orgasms merged into one very long huge climax, the like of which I have never had before.

I literally fell off him and on to the carpet beside him, his cock still rock hard. I had not even realized that he had not come. He was of course "up for more", and looking over I could see that Dave, still sitting in the armchair but with his cock buried deep in Sylvie. She was facing us, watching, and rubbing her own clit and groaning loudly.

Having recovered slightly Anton got me on my hands and knees facing our partners. He evidently wanted me doggy style. So, feeling his cock brushing at the entrance to my cunt I pushed backwards until he was buried inside me once more. He rocked slowly, fucking me gently, whilst inserting a finger into my ass at the same time. That always sets me off!

Not content, though, he eased a second and third finger into my rosebud. I knew what was coming next, as he placed the head of his cock on my ass hole and without any effort slid his whole length deep inside. I flipped, coming immediately. It had the same effect on him as he emptied his balls, spurt after spurt, deep into my ass.

From the noise in front of us, Dave had already shot his load into Sylvie's pussy and she was still thrashing around on his cock, shouting for more, (or at least that is what I think she said as it was in French). However, when I looked at Dave he had had it. It would take him some time to recover, and Anton did not look in any better shape either.

As for me, I was by then laying on my back still on the floor, and although quite exhausted I was not quite dead out like the boys.

Neither it seemed was Sylvie. She appeared above me with her pussy dripping Dave's spunk. Aiming her cunt at my mouth, she got on top of me letting me suck their joint cum from her. Leaning forward and now lying on me, she sucked on my clit in the way, as I have found out since, only another woman can do!

She started to shake. I must have been doing the right things myself, for she was flooding my mouth with cum. There was so much that it was difficult to swallow it all, and even my face was covered.

Later, having sufficiently recovered, we sat on the floor, cuddling our own partners, talking about the day. We were all in agreement that today had been the most incredible day any of us could remember. We had all learned so much about ourselves that our lives could never be the same again.

I suggested that we went to bed. "We have this lovely king sized "playpen" with tons of room for us all," I told them. Somehow we managed to shower together without starting another session. Then, warm from the shower, we got into bed with the two guys on the outside. I felt Sylvie's hand on my tit pinching my nipple as she whispered into my ear, "Goodnight my darling. Tomorrow we can start all over again."