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A View That I Will Never Forget free porn video
Most people would guess that swinger clubs were not the kind of place where a guy would get excited about the possibility of a generous view up a woman’s skirt. After all, it is usually not too late in the evening before there is full frontal nudity, spread legs and more sucking and fucking than in a porn movie. But things don’t work like that. Sometimes it is the unexpected view that is the biggest turn-on, and gives the hardest hard-on.
That was what I discovered at a club in Paris a couple of years back, a club that no longer exists. For no good reason the club was called La Plage - the beach.
It was the early part of the evening, and people were milling around the bar, chatting, having a drink, looking around. I noticed this woman who was in her mid-forties. She was striking, but not in an overtly sexual or slutty way. Neither skinny nor plump, she was fairly tall, and had an almost ethereal look, as though her mind were somehow elsewhere. She had very long hair, almost reaching her backside, and a long loose skirt, with an embroidered white blouse. In short, she could have been in the supermarket, at work or even in church and nobody would have batted an eyelid.
A buffet had been laid out on a side table, and after a while I collected a plate and made my way up there, choosing my food. A slice of quiche, some cold potato salad, some smoked salmon, the kind of light food that I enjoy before as a prelude to sex and seduction. As I turned around I realised that she was by me, wanting to get by so I gave her space, guiding her past me with a gentle hand on her waist. She neither refused nor acknowledged my touch, nor did she thank or even look at me. I took my plate and sat on a low round bench, making casual conversation with a young couple who were near me, and a few minutes later I watched the lady with long hair as she sat down across from me, about two metres away, directly opposite. She had aroused my curiosity but I was enjoying my conversation so it was a only a few minutes later that I looked up again. At this point, a couple of years later, I have only the vaguest memory of that conversation, but I remember very well that when I looked up I suddenly realised that I had a magnificent view most of the way up the long skirt. The Lady (let us call her that because she had something of a noble bearing) had lifted her right foot up onto her left thigh, so that her skirt created a flat surface for her to place her plate. In doing so she had given me this delightful view, almost to her crotch. As I looked up, she happened to glance up as well and in the split second that our eyes caught each other’s, I knew she had suddenly realised how much I could see. She turned away, speaking to her partner, but did not move her legs. I continued my conversation, glancing up furtively occasionally, but at no moment did she acknowledge me or look in my direction. Slowly though, she shifted, so that every so often my view would get better. My conversation companions were oblivious, they did not have the same angle of vision and in any case they were entertained talking about this and that. I finished my meal and went to fetch a new plate with some pieces of fruit, seizing the occasion to adjust my bench so that my viewpoint was perfect. And as I looked up I could now see all the way up her inner thighs. She had lifted her skirt a little so that there was no impediment to what I could see, and that was the moment that I realised that she was wearing crotchless panties, and that her pussy was clean-shaven. Though she never once looked at me, I am almost sure that she was playing a game, exposing herself to my eager and greedy eyes. It is a moment that lingers in my memory, I think it will be there forever…
Later in the evening, as clothes began to fly off and couples and trios began to form, I realised that The Lady was monogamous, allowing no man, other than her partner, to come close. She generously exposed herself though, allowing her skirt to ride all the way up as she sucked her husband’s cock, her thighs parted gloriously. Several of the men there were clearly going crazy with the vision. As for myself, I remember that evening having a glorious time with a woman who walked up to me naked as I was sitting down, and pulled my head towards her pussy saying only “À moi”, come to me!
Before leaving, I thought that I would try once more to see how The Lady was doing. I found her lying with her partner on a couch, the skirt and blouse long gone, wearing only a garter and stockings. There was a couple and about three single guys gathered near, stroking themselves and watching as she moaned while her partner vigorously fingered her asshole. On any other day that sight would have been stunning, but somehow it was nowhere near as sexy as my view up her skirt had been…
That was what I discovered at a club in Paris a couple of years back, a club that no longer exists. For no good reason the club was called La Plage - the beach.
It was the early part of the evening, and people were milling around the bar, chatting, having a drink, looking around. I noticed this woman who was in her mid-forties. She was striking, but not in an overtly sexual or slutty way. Neither skinny nor plump, she was fairly tall, and had an almost ethereal look, as though her mind were somehow elsewhere. She had very long hair, almost reaching her backside, and a long loose skirt, with an embroidered white blouse. In short, she could have been in the supermarket, at work or even in church and nobody would have batted an eyelid.
A buffet had been laid out on a side table, and after a while I collected a plate and made my way up there, choosing my food. A slice of quiche, some cold potato salad, some smoked salmon, the kind of light food that I enjoy before as a prelude to sex and seduction. As I turned around I realised that she was by me, wanting to get by so I gave her space, guiding her past me with a gentle hand on her waist. She neither refused nor acknowledged my touch, nor did she thank or even look at me. I took my plate and sat on a low round bench, making casual conversation with a young couple who were near me, and a few minutes later I watched the lady with long hair as she sat down across from me, about two metres away, directly opposite. She had aroused my curiosity but I was enjoying my conversation so it was a only a few minutes later that I looked up again. At this point, a couple of years later, I have only the vaguest memory of that conversation, but I remember very well that when I looked up I suddenly realised that I had a magnificent view most of the way up the long skirt. The Lady (let us call her that because she had something of a noble bearing) had lifted her right foot up onto her left thigh, so that her skirt created a flat surface for her to place her plate. In doing so she had given me this delightful view, almost to her crotch. As I looked up, she happened to glance up as well and in the split second that our eyes caught each other’s, I knew she had suddenly realised how much I could see. She turned away, speaking to her partner, but did not move her legs. I continued my conversation, glancing up furtively occasionally, but at no moment did she acknowledge me or look in my direction. Slowly though, she shifted, so that every so often my view would get better. My conversation companions were oblivious, they did not have the same angle of vision and in any case they were entertained talking about this and that. I finished my meal and went to fetch a new plate with some pieces of fruit, seizing the occasion to adjust my bench so that my viewpoint was perfect. And as I looked up I could now see all the way up her inner thighs. She had lifted her skirt a little so that there was no impediment to what I could see, and that was the moment that I realised that she was wearing crotchless panties, and that her pussy was clean-shaven. Though she never once looked at me, I am almost sure that she was playing a game, exposing herself to my eager and greedy eyes. It is a moment that lingers in my memory, I think it will be there forever…
Later in the evening, as clothes began to fly off and couples and trios began to form, I realised that The Lady was monogamous, allowing no man, other than her partner, to come close. She generously exposed herself though, allowing her skirt to ride all the way up as she sucked her husband’s cock, her thighs parted gloriously. Several of the men there were clearly going crazy with the vision. As for myself, I remember that evening having a glorious time with a woman who walked up to me naked as I was sitting down, and pulled my head towards her pussy saying only “À moi”, come to me!
Before leaving, I thought that I would try once more to see how The Lady was doing. I found her lying with her partner on a couch, the skirt and blouse long gone, wearing only a garter and stockings. There was a couple and about three single guys gathered near, stroking themselves and watching as she moaned while her partner vigorously fingered her asshole. On any other day that sight would have been stunning, but somehow it was nowhere near as sexy as my view up her skirt had been…
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