Holiday in the South of France
Tuesday
I was up first and had breakfast ready. There was still no sign of Jon or
Debbie so I decided to get the rest of the stuff from the car. I was bent
over getting something out of the boot when I heard this man's voice
saying something in French. It startled me a bit and I jumped up
banging my head on the boot lid. I cursed and held my head as the man
came up to me. I couldn't understand a word he was saying, but he put
his hands on the sides of my head and gently bent me forward to have a
look to see what the damage was. Fortunately it was just a bump and as
I rubbed it and the pain get less I looked at the man and saw where his
eyes were looking. He wasn't looking at my head anymore, and his
trousers were turning into a tent. We made eye contact and he said
something and left. I turned round and saw Jon walking towards me.
That morning we went into P‚zenas. Jon told me to wear just my white
lycra bikini top (more suitable for a 10-year-old) and my bikini skirt.
This is a wrap around little skirt that's about 10 inches long and doesn't
make it all the way round me. It's held in place by a cord leaving a gap
of about 4 inches (usually on my right hip) that tells everyone who
looks, that I've nothing on underneath. Debbie wore a loose, cut-off,
crop top and a very short (14 inch), tight skirt. When she bent over
even a little bit the top went up over her breasts and the skirt rode-up
showing her ass. When she stood up again it stayed there with her ass
and pussy on display, until she pulled it down again.
Jon approved of our outfits and we set off. We parked at the side of the
road and Jon waited for a man to be passing before he told us to get out
in a very un-lady like manor. Poor man, he nearly walked into a
lamppost.
All due respect to the French, but P‚zenas isn't up to much. In fact it's a
bit of a dump really. At least it has a decent supermarket. Jon told us to
ignore him and try to get a few people even hotter under their collars.
And we did. We spent ages bending over the freezers and squatting
down to get something from the bottom shelves. The cold of the
freezers really had an effect on my nipples. Debbie and me were almost
having a competition to see how we could shock someone the most
without making things too obvious. Daft statement, of course we were
obvious. Those people knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or
they're blind or stupid. Anyway, I think Debbie won when she 'handled'
a big carrot. At one point I thought that she was actually going to put it
inside her, but she didn't. One old ladies face looked like it was about to
explode. We were having so much fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving
and we had to run to catch him. I don't think that us running would
have given their security anything to be suspicious about, there was
absolutely nowhere where we could have hidden anything. Well maybe
one place...
We did find one clothes shop that had a few nice looking dresses.
Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a better look. The sales assistant
was a girl of about 20 and she looked very bored until we arrived. By
the time we left she must have thought that the British people are all
exhibitionistic nuts. Some of us are!
Debbie was the first to wake the girl up. She dropped a dress on the
floor and bent-over (at the waist) to pick it up. The girls got a long
eyeful of Debbie's pussy in all its glory. As Debbie stood up she turned
to the girl and said, "Sorry." The girl never said anything; she just
stared at Debbie's pussy. Debbie put the dress back on the rack and
pulled her skirt back down. My turn I thought. I moved between 2 rails
of clothes knowing full well that as I brushed past the one in front of
me, my loose fitting bikini top would move to one side. As I got out the
other side I pretended not to notice and went up to the girl to ask her if
I could try on the dress in my hand. I watched her eyes and as they
registered what they were seeing, my nipples went like bullets. Without
taking her eyed of my chest she said, "We" and pointed to the back.
The changing room was nothing more than a room about 10 feet square
with a bit of a curtain for a door. The dress I'd picked was quite nice, no
arms or shoulder straps, but it was obviously too small even for me. My
bikini top and skirt were off in seconds and I waited for a minute before
going out into the shop holding the dress to cover my body. The girl saw
me and I asked her if she could help me. She didn't understand me so
she came over. When she got close I turned and walked back into the
changing room. She followed me in and I turned round holding out the
dress. She was looking up and down my naked front. She didn't do
anything so I started to step into the dress. As I struggled to pull it up
over my thighs it got stuck and she motioned me to take it off again. I
gave it to her and she went out. When she came back in I was sat in a
chair facing the door with my legs wide open. She saw my pussy rings
as she came back in and blushed a little.
I put the dress on and went out to show Jon. As I went out, Debbie
came in with a couple of dresses. She said something to the girl and
started to strip. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about
to pull a dress over her head. When her arms were up in the air I
pinched her left nipple, which made her scream a bit. When she saw it
was me she laughed and said, "I didn't realise you were back, I though
my luck had changed," looking at the girl who didn't know where to
look.
By the time Debbie had decided that she didn't like he dress and taken it
off, I had taken off the dress I was wearing and was naked as well. I
was just about to try on the dress that Debbie had, when Jon came in.
The girl looked at him but didn't say anything. She looked as though she
was about to, but stopped herself. Jon turned to Debbie and me and told
us to go and find something else to try on. Neither of us attempted to
put anything on and walked out. As we did, Jon was asking the girls if
she minded us walking around the shop naked. She didn't answer and I
couldn't hear any more.
Out in the shop Debbie and me were looking at other dresses in full view
of anyone who would have been passing. I occasionally looked out, but
didn't see anyone looking. I didn't feel at all exposed, but there again
having walked around the town wearing only 2 small triangles on my
breasts, and a skirt that when opened up is only 20 inches by 10 inches,
it's not really surprising.
We both found another dress and went back to the changing room. Jon
was still talking to the girl who hadn't a clue what he was on about; she
just stood there. Debbie had taken 2 dresses back in with her, one quite
big. She gave it to Jon and said, "You'd look good in this one." Jon
looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to shock
the girl a bit more and Jon had twigged. He said, "Yes, you're probably
right," and to the girl, "can I try it on please?" He didn't wait for an
answer and took it from Debbie and hung it up.
The girl looked even more puzzled as Jon turned to face her and
whipped his shirt off. The girl just stood there and stared as Jon dropped
his shorts to reveal a semi hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the
dress and slipped it over his head. By the time it slithered down his
body, his semi became a full and the front of the dress rested on top of
it. He lifted it over his dick and let it fall. He turned his back to the girl
and asked her to zip him up. The mesmerised girl just did it. He turned
round to face her showing the big tent in the front that the girl was
staring at. Even Jon had to admit that he looked a right prat and all 3 of
us burst out laughing. After a minute or so, even the girl laughed.
When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his back to me and told me to
unzip him. When I had, he took the dress off and turned to the girl. Her
eyes were glued to his dick as he motioned her towards it. I watched her
lick her lips as she bent down and took him in her mouth. Debbie put
her hand on my pussy (neither of us had bothered to try the dresses on)
but Jon said, "self satisfaction only girls," so we both sat down and
frigged ourselves. Jon didn't last long and I saw the girl gulp down his
gift to her.
The girl stood up and looked at us. When she saw what we were doing
she lifted her skirt and her right hand started on her pussy (she wasn't
wearing any knickers). No sooner that she'd started the doorbell rang.
She swore (I think), and went out. We dressed in our own clothes and
went out. She stopped talking to the new customer and stared at us as
we left.
We left one very frustrated girl in that shop. I'm sure she must have
gone in the back when that customer left and relieved her tension.
We went back to the car to head back to the cottage, but Jon wouldn't
let us get back in until a man was passing. I climbed into the front and
left one leg on the pavement whilst Debbie climbed onto the back seat
on her hands and knees. What a sight we must have been.
Back at the cottage we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two things
happened; firstly I dropped one of those French stick breads and didn't
even realise. John told me to pick up the 'arm pit bread' and I just
looked at him blankly. When I asked him what he meant he pointed to
the bread and said, "How do most of the French people carry their bread
home? Have a look round next time were out." The second thing that
happened was that I forgot to take my clothes off as soon as I got into
the cottage. Jon told me that I was going to be punished for that.
Debbie has disappeared to the toilet and was naked when she returned
and went outside for a swim.
It has been a few weeks since my backside had been tanned and I was
(I admit it) getting a bit complacent at times. Jon looked round for
something to warm my backside and came back with a spatula from the
kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and grabbed my ankles,
which were about a foot apart. Jon then proceeded to give me 20 swats
with me counting them and thanking him.
Debbie watched all this and then said to me, "I don't know why you put
up with Jon doing that?" I replied, "Two reasons, firstly I deserved it,
and secondly I enjoyed it." Debbie said, "Hmm, okay then, but I
wouldn't enjoy it." "You just don't know what you're missing girl!" I said,
and ran a finger over my wet pussy the licked it. Debbie did the same
then licked her finger. I moaned a little as she touched my pussy.
Debbie then said, "One day - maybe."
That night we walked further down the road until we came to that little
village. I wore a halter-top that wasn't really big enough, and a thin
cotton 'A' skirt (Jon's choice, probably because it was windy). Debbie
also wore a thin cotton 'A' skirt and the crop top that she wore to
P‚zenas.
We found the only caf‚ / bar in the place and doubled its customer
count. We sat at a table outside and had a very pleasant evening. As
I've said it was a bit windy and quite a few times when we were leaning
back in our chairs, Debbie's and / or my skirt flew up. A few men were
looking at us but all they would have seen was our bare stomachs. The
light wasn't that good, and we had our legs quite close together.
As we left the village to go back to the cottage, Jon told us to strip off
and we all walked back in the dark, naked. It was a good job the moon
was out because there were no streetlights.
Jon wanted to get a good nights sleep that night so I slept with Debbie.
After a long lesbian (I suppose) session we both fell asleep in each
other's arms.
