Holiday in the South of France
Saturday
Bit of a bad head when I woke up. I lay there for a while whilst Jon
fucked Debbie next to me. I didn't feel up to joining in and Jon didn't
invite me.
We spent all that day driving up France. We stayed naked all the time
except for when we stopped for petrol or food. Not one car gave any
impression that they'd seen naked people. A bit disappointing really.
Going round the Paris ring road was a bit more interesting, both Debbie
and myself took it in turns to press our backsides or tits against the
windows whenever we managed to attract a man's attention by waving
at them. It was amazing that we didn't cause an accident.
Just north of Paris we pulled off the motorway and into a small village.
Jon found a little old hotel for the night so we put some clothes on and
went in. The old woman who ran the reception gave us a filthy look
when Jon asked for one room with a big bed for all 3 of us. The room
was a fair size, but in the bathroom they have what Jon told me was one
of the old style French toilets. There's nothing to sit on, just 2 places for
your feet and a hole in the floor. You have to squat down and do your
business. It was the first time that I'd seen one of those and Jon said
that he thought that they'd become extinct years ago.
Squatting down to have a pee like that reminded me of the time that
Jon told me to do that one time when we were out walking. I'd just got
into mid flow when 2 men came through the gate to be confronted by
me with my skirt round my waist and making a big puddle on the grass.
I'm sure that Jon did it on purpose.
That night we had our last night on French soil. We walked to a little
caf‚ and turned a few heads when Debbie and I walked in, one on each
of Jon's arms. I don't know if it was the way we held onto Jon, or what
we were wearing that turned the heads. Debbie was wearing a halter
top, that didn't hide much of her lovely breasts, and a skirt that only
just covered her ass. I wore just my crochet dress. The majority of
people in the caf‚ were old men, but a young couple did come in later
on and spent quite a bit of time staring at us. Jon told me to let them
have a good look (I was sat facing them) so Debbie moved over a bit
and I opened my legs quite wide. When they left the man had quite a
bulge in the front of his trousers. I smiled and thought, 'lucky girl' when
Jon said, "I bet I know what he'll be after when they get home."
Both Debbie and me got quite happy on the wine and Jon just about had
to carry me back to the hotel. It was a good job that it was dark as I'm
sure that my dress was round my waist most of the way back; and I
can't imaging what the old man who opened the door at the hotel
thought. It wasn't that quiet a night as well; I can still vaguely
remember Jon fucking Debbie and me.
