They soon came upon a sidewalk café and bar called La Pilouterie. The place was buzzing with people – a place not only to sit and have a drink to enjoy the atmosphere, but also a place to be seen. Edward suggested having a quick drink before venturing out to look for a restaurant. With the pearl thong wedging further between her pussy, Susan welcomed the opportunity to stop.
They were lucky to find a table with a great view out to the harbor to watch the setting sun. But more importantly, at this place of ‘see and be seen’ the table offered a near front-row seat to the biggest sporting event in Cap d’Agde – people watching.
Susan realized as she got up on the stool of the high-top table, all modesty went out the window. She looked down. Her short dress had ridden obscenely higher – the creamy white of her thighs above her lace-top stockings visible and she wondered if, or how much of, her pussy she had exposed to the crowd. Susan reactively tugged the dress to cover as much as possible, but it proved pointless.
She looked around as she attempted her adjustments and, as expected, she found eyes glued to her, and more specifically her legs, trying to peer up her dress. She noticed one man in particular, two tables over, watching her. The guy was younger, good-looking, smartly dressed, and in shape. The way he was smoking a cigarette revealed confidence. He looked very French.
He smiled and nodded towards her. The realizations of flashing her goods while being nearly bare underneath her dress made her smile mischievously back to him.
Curiously, a warm feeling overcame her initial reticence. She had always been too shy to want to be singled out. But here was this man, openly staring, uncaring if he was detected and rebuked. And dressed as she was, she found it surprisingly thrilling! This was all new to her, and therefore exciting.
The server came and they ordered drinks.
As she looked around, Susan observed an interesting disparity. The men were dressed in a similar way – typically nice jean or slacks and a button down shirt. In other words, appropriately dressed for a typical dinner out or a nice party – anywhere.
But the attire worn by the women was totally contrasting. The scene before her was something one would see at the adult video awards. Women in the sexiest outfits; one sluttier than the next, seemed to be the norm — see-thru, sheer, and mesh dresses or blouses, the shortest of mini-skirts, lingerie and even body paint! The women wore things more suitable for fantasy play in the bedroom, than a night on the town.
And the shoes!!! Susan wondered how those woman could walk in some of the highest, sluttiest “stripper shoes” she had ever seen. Clearly, with the focus of the evenings in Cap d’Agde on the women — the women obliged – and everything was on display.
Just a few minutes earlier, Susan thought her outfit was edging toward slutty. Now she realized, here in Cap d’Agde, her outfit was conservative in comparison.
The drinks arrived. Edward and Susan toasted and turned their attention to the evening parade of scantily dressed women pass by. Susan actually enjoyed having a glass of wine while watching the incredible sunset.
“You cannot show those photos to anyone, understand!” she warned.
Edward smiled. “Of course! They will be in the vault, for only my viewing pleasure!” he assured his wife. “But you saw how hot you look in that dress, with those stockings and heels, right?”
She seductively looked back to her husband. “Maybe I’ll wear this dress to a bar or club when we are back home. I know I won’t be able to wear a bra, and I may not even bother with panties next time!” Susan teased.
Edward swallowed hard at that possibility, while knowing it was highly unlikely. He knew his wife was simply teasing. She knew she would never, ever consider it in reality. But just her little tease sent his heartbeat into overdrive.
“So now that you had some time to reflect, what did you think of the beach today?” Edward asked cautiously. He knew Susan was upset with the guy jerking off above her head earlier, but he still wanted to address the subject.
“Edward, we should probably talk that,” Susan said rather sternly. “I certainly wasn’t prepared for that guy jerking off on top of me. He was disgusting!” she said more sternly. “I mean, what if he ejaculated on me? I would have been so outraged and appalled, and I believe you should have been also!”
“I agree. It was improper for him to be that close,” Edward said trying to reassure his wife. “I will not let that happen next time.”
Edward nervously took another sip of his drink not knowing where this conversation was heading. He wanted to assuage her concerns, but also complement his wife for her daring and boldness to strip naked on a very crowded public beach.
“But, I mean…I don’t blame him. The guy saw an incredibly beautiful and sexy woman and felt the need to pleasure himself. Honey, you know…you can also take it as a compliment…”
“I just…I needed to get out of there!” Susan snapped. “The whole beach experience was just…so overwhelming, and was not what I expected!”
Although she directed her anger at her husband, even as perverted as he was, she could not be mad at him. She was, after all, dealing with her own thoughts and emotions. Whether it was the attention she had gotten from her voyeur at the beach or the appreciative looks she got from the maintenance man, she re-discovered that exhibitionist side of her that she kept repressed, and her mind was in a tailspin.
Susan took a long sip of her drink and looked out at the setting sun. “As much as I tried to prepare myself, I really didn’t expect to see what I saw on the beach today. It turned into such a sexual playground,” she said still staring at the sunset. “And I needed some time to reflect…or otherwise I might have participated myself.”
“Wait…’Participated?’ What did she mean by that?” Edward wondered.
Just as he was about to explore those words further, a couple passed by that diverted their attention. The woman wore a completely see-thru beige dress. Susan and Edward paused their conversation as they watched the couple stop near them to review the posted offerings. The woman’s large enhanced tits and larger-than-silver-dollar sized nipples strained beneath the exceptionally thin fabric, her tiny beige lace thong barely discernable from her skin color. And her beige strappy high heels gave the impression she was naked. The couple moved on. Her stride oozed sexiness and her look was that of a supremely confident woman.
Then behind them, two women — one in a plunging latex mini-dress and the other in a white corset, white thong, garter and matching stockings, and white heels passed holding hands. Their outfits would be appropriate only in the bedroom back home. But here, it passed as typical dinner wear.
Seeing the parade of scantily-dressed women, Susan felt both envious of their confidence and overdressed all of a sudden. And her emotions pulled her in two directions. She could not deny that her impulsive moment with the maintenance man sent jolts of electricity through her body. But she was still a relatively conservative woman in real life. She needed to work through the cocktail of emotions mixing through her mind. Because through it all, she certainly did not want to do anything she would later regret.