Thank you Conni, and waiting for the next episode. And for the next story (I'm sure you have more in your bag) best to create a new topic rather than having such great pieces on the third page of an existing one.
I think I wouldn't have dared to do it. As said in the original topic, I don't mind letting a new friend see "it" in a nudist context as I know that guys can't relax and act normally before that. I also can't say that I never had my Sharon Stone moments (and yes, these mostly happen as dares when hanging up with some girlfriends).
But I am honestly more interested in older gentlemen. This is mostly because I'm quite sapiosexual, a smart 60 yo who has things to say turns me on more than a 20 yo athlete who has little to nothing to teach me. But there is probably a more egotistic reason to that. I am 40, I have a good body and face and people say I look a lot younger. But if I have sex with a 20 yo, yes, I'm sure he'll like it and will boast to his friends about it, but I'll be, excuse my French, just some MILF he fucked. Now suppose that I offer the same present to a regular 60 yo who would never think he can have access to a woman like me. He won't believe his luck, he will see those moments as a highlight of his existence, he will cherish and treasure them for a long time, he will adore me, admire my body, cover it with kisses and caresses, explore it gently and tenderly, continue also to admire and caress me after he has finished... Of course he will likely also fuck me hard, I'm absolutely not against it, but this is beyond the point. Just imagining this I'm getting a bit wet, while imagining some porn-like sex with the 20 yo athlete doesn't make the same effect. Oh wait, D is 60 maybe it's just projection?
Ok, one short story from me. On Sunday before X-mas I went with D at a nice restaurant, one of our favourites. It's quite high-end, and surprisingly, not very expensive, especially on week days when they have an excellent 3-course "business diner" for something like 35 euros without the wine. It was Sunday so we took the 6-course "surprise of the chef" with the assorted 6 glasses the wine (plus a glass of cremant on the house) plus amuse bouche and cheese, so we spent a lot of time there. It was not very crowded, it's not in the town, everybody was at the Christmas market, the waiter knew me... So we got the best possible service.
But there may have been a bit more than that to the quality of the service. I was wearing a very low-cut silk LBD. Of course you should never put your elbows on the table or slouch at the table in such restaurant. But bending a bit from the hips is quite natural... I had not chosen the dress for this, but I knew that from his vantage point the waiter (I don't know his name, although he remembered mine) could see my boobs entirely, nipples included. I didn't mind and didn't change position (which I would normally do when wearing that dress and a waiter comes close). Maybe it was just a coincidence, but he spent 90% of the time near our table, pouring us wine after each sip, wiping away each bread crumble... Even D liked the service - and he hates having waiters around too much. But D had noticed where the waiter was looking and he likes it when other men admire me. I should open a topic about Candaulism next...
That's quite the story, Conni!
I'm wondering if the boys caught on to what was happening. One chance is one thing, but multiple in one occasion? And was there any epilogue with the boys anticipating a repeat performance?
I can't recall any such experiences as a youth. The few occasions I saw more than I was anticipating were genuine accidents as far as I could tell, and they were few.
Richie, thanks for the advice about posting pics. I never hit "stay" so I didn't see the option. I will try it next time or soon.Thanks again!
You need to scroll to the bottom, there is an icon to attach media? Some words to the effect
Good luck Conni
You are welcome, Flora. And I agree the next story should begin with a new topic. Thanks for the suggestion.
While you speculated that you dont think you would have dared to do it, our actions in the moment are sometimes different from how we think we would act when we contemplate a situation. I would note that you have had your Sharon Stone moments while hanging out with girlfriends, probably with wine involved. I wonder about the man or men who got peeks in those moments, but I doubt they were all 60-year-old men.
We all have our types and ages that tend to turn us on. Im glad you added an explanation about wanting to feel cherished and special. I think many of us have that desire, I just think the guys age is a factor but there are other factors too. You seem to assume that college-age boys are having all the sex they can handle with college girls. While that is true for someusually the frat-boy typethere are many in that age range with limited sexual experience, or even virgins. It may be different in France, but in America I had chats with friends of my son when they were those ages, and most were frustrated trying to get a girlfriend and/or get laid. So, it is quite possible, at least here, for younger guys to feel the same type of appreciation that you described with a woman your age, or mine.
In contrast, where I live there are quite a few wealthy men around 60 who drive a Lamborghini or Ferrari and have no trouble getting women your age or younger. So I think its good to focus on the individual rather than the age per se. And, based on the reactions from the boys that day in Denver, I think they were more the nerdy gamer type rather than the football heroes. So, what the ladies chose to expose was a big deal for them.
There is also one attribute we can generalize with young guys and that is the power of their hormones. They get erections so easily, so hard, and in a sexual situation can orgasm a few times in a row. I think they also think about sex more often than older men. There are differences, but I dont think we want to move this discussion to the topic of older versus younger men. What I think is relevant to the topic of this thread was your experience in the restaurant. Im sure you looked HOT in your black LBD. And Im sure there were many eyes on you. Which as you said is something your husband likes. Im sure he also liked it when you sat in a way that exposed your entire boobs to the waiter standing over you. I suspect you enjoyed exposing that way too, although like many of us you said, I didnt mind.
Decades ago, I had a friend who worked in the field of female sexuality. She always encouraged us to take ownership of such decisions. I learned to say I wore something or didnt wear something because I was looking for a certain reaction. To turn on someone. I think its fine to do it and okay to admit itat least amongst ourselves.
Conni, I agree with everything you said, just reflecting on my possible phantasms here.
Of course most young boys never get as much sex as they would like - some none. Also, some would absolutely adore raising the interest and getting in the bed of a more experienced, classy and sexy mature woman. It's likely a different experience than squeezing a sneakers-wearing teen in the back seat of their car. The experienced woman will not only walk them through different ways and stages of pleasure, but also make them feel like "real" men. A sort of coming to age.
I also liked your expression "liquid courage" for wine. I love wine (not French one, never buy or order French wine unless you are extremely rich or want to show off!) and it was after the third glass that I relaxed and stopped straightening my back when the waiter was around.
Now you raise an interesting issue about how displays of wealth act on us, especially men Vs women. I was once in a socialite cercle in Paris, rich men, none had anything above a Mercedes for a car. I don't have any friend who has a Lambo and I don't even think I ever saw one in the street (except in the US and -especially- in Dubai). I suspect that an elegant men in a Lambo will attract chicks but an elegant lady would rather be seen as untouchable by most men. They will think "she may be the chick of some Mafia boss and in any case I can't compete and impress her".
I drive a nice Porsche - which of course cost only a fraction of what a Lambo does - and I love driving. The tall elegant blonde in the black Porsche does attract a lot of attention but I feel it protects me more than anything else against pick-up attempts.
Another interesting discussion could be about the cultural reaction to displays of wealth in different countries. I carry no water for the former French President (he was a moron just like the current one) but I find it remarkable and symptomatic the way he regularly trumped his security service to leave alone the Elysee Palace at night and ride his 500-euro motorbike to fuck his new actress of a lover while his old lover, whom he had brought in the Palace instead of his wife with whom he had four children, was thinking that he was working late in the French equivalent of the Oval Office.
This cultural difference may be a (albeit small) part of the explanation about why nudism is so widely spread in France (at least in terms of the number of resorts) and possibly in Germany. Unless you load on the jewelry you can't display a lot of wealth when in the nude...
But please ignore these considerations and go on with your story, we are all ears - sorry, eyes.
Oh, and did I like exposing my breasts to a waiter? I guess so, after the third glass, when seeing how his eyes were trying to see more than what my generous dress normally displays - and seeing that D seemed amused about it. Letting him see the whole of my chest was also a bit if a reward, I liked how he looked at me - I may be wrong and it may have been just part of his profession but I thought I saw admiration and appreciation in is eyes. It was not the type of restaurant where you are welcomed with a familiar "hi guys. How you doing today" but with a bow and "Good evening, Miss Flora, how wonderful to see you back. Good evening Sir, please allow me to take your coats and see you to the very special table we reserved for you". And indeed it was my favourite table, a bit isolated and with a wonderful view of the lake. So maybe letting him se what he seemed to crave to see was just my thank you note for his elegant behaviour.
Hi Flora, I agree that Porsche's are wonderful cars, and the highest-end/fastest 911s can be quite pricey!
I'm glad you elaborated on why you gave that waiter such a good long view at your sexy breasts. I'm sure he enjoyed it! I might have glanced to see if that appreciation was showing in his slacks, but that's just me! lol
To pick up the story where we left off, 4 ladies had come back to the dining room with their wine glasses, while Megan was still outside showing off her goods with her knee up. Everyone was talking fast about what happened and how they were feeling. Yet, all were too polite to ask Jessica how she felt exposing to Cole. Nevertheless, when I got up to get a snack from the sideboard, Jessica cornered me and asked how I felt the first time I let my son see that I was commando under a dress. I described the scene, I was about to go out for the evening in a hot dress and my fav heels. Jackson had two friends over and I couldn't resist the chance to give a show to the cutest one who sat opposite me in our living room. I noted that my legs always got more attention when wearing the proper pair of FM heels, I guess I was just in a mood. And, similarly to what just happened, that boy got up to go to the bathroom and sure enough my son sat in that seat! Of course, there was no big lead up as we had in Denver, and no audience, but I was left with the same quandary. Do I let him see or not? Jessica and I related completely on the thoughts that went through our heads, although she had more to drink before doing it than I had. Yet, I was always more willing to show off than her, so I guess it was about equal. What we agreed was it felt different than showing to one of the other boys--although neither of us could easily put into words why or in what way. I guess because we knew our sons so well, and both of us had caught them checking us out in various sexy outfits. We knew they were curious.
We returned to the table to hear Leslie complaining that while she enjoyed watching from the side (as I had), she felt a little left out of the experience. We agreed that we needed to give Leslie a chance to show off that way, or another way. Just then, Megan came in and ran to the bathroom to wipe herself. When she came back and told us how hot she was feeling being that exposed, Leslie felt even worse about none of the boys seeing her pussy. Jessica reminded them that I hadn't shown myself either, so they began to plot ways for Leslie and I to correct the imbalance. Then Jane reminded them that I swam nude with my son in our pool for the last few years. She also mentioned my posing nude for college drawing classes. So they volunteered me and Leslie to go out and do some nude sunbathing! Everyone giggled, but I took it seriously. Being a trouble maker, I said I would only do it if the boys agreed to be nude too. More giggles, but the hilarity stopped abruptly when they realized I was totally serious, and Leslie was too. My only other demand was the other women could stay inside and watch, but if they came out to the pool they would need to join us in our nude sunbathing. The other three had already opened their legs to be viewed, so they thought it would be fair for them to stay dressed and look at the boys naked.
Leslie was quite muscular. She had competed in gymnastics through high school and college, and like me was small on top but had great tone from her muscles in her arms, legs and back. She also participated in some theater when younger, and with all the costume changes and competing in body suits, she admitted she wasn't "very modest." We toasted each other for "courage" and walked outside to talk to the three boys.
I told them I was used to sunbathing nude by my pool in Arizona and asked if that would be okay. They smiled and tried to hide their glee, and I added that Leslie was going to join me and try it for the first time. They were already undressing us with their eyes, while enjoying their good luck. Then I threw in our requirement: They would have to get nude too. They were shocked, and went to huddle on the other side of the pool to discuss it. When they came back and said they would try it, I told them I had to collect their phones because there wouldn't be any pictures taken. They grudgingly gave me their phones which I promptly put in my purse. Now it was time for the big reveal. Leslie looked nervous, I broke the ice by saying, "the first boy who gets nude can help me out of my dress." Cole volunteered and walked toward me. He took off his shirt and then his basketball shorts. As I suspected there was nothing under them. He was quite big, even before getting excited, and perhaps he volunteered hoping to avoid the embarrassment of stripping with a raging hardon! I barely had a chance to check him out when he stepped behind me and started to lower my zipper. As it got lower, his hands caressed my back and a bit of my butt. I'm sure Cole was happy that the boys were staring at me, hard nipples and all, rather than looking at him nude. Jason volunteered to be next and Leslie said he could help her undress too. By then he was totally erect and pointing to the sky, and later on Leslie told me he brushed it over her back once she stepped out of her dress. She and I immediately went to undress Tyler, who was ticklish. He squirmed but he loved being undressed by two hot/naked moms. I let Leslie do the big reveal as she had to lift the waistband of his boxers over his manhood. We and the boys applauded; he took a bow and Leslie and I went to lay out on a chaise while the boys jumped into the pool to hide their excitement.
Ok, so two ladies and three boys enjoying the pool in the right kit. What next? My bet is that the other three ladies will join, and so you will make the boys happy - but not VERY happy. Nudism has this crowd effect, difficult to keep your kit on if most of the others are in the buff. Well, I guess public sex also has this, I can tell a few stories from Cap, but I don't think you went there, it takes a certain frame of mind and, at least for most ladies, a trusted partner.
While Cole, Jason and Tyler swam and splashed around in the pool, Leslie and I sat out to get some rays and had some girl talk about the whole experience. She was happy that I invited her to the second phase of the experiment, even though she had been nervous about getting nude in front of the boys. In fact, for some of the time as she was being undressed she closed her eyes to try to relax. Fortunately, curiosity got the better of her and she opened her eyes to see the arousal on the faces and bodies of the boys. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed being seen that way, and soon offered to go into the house and get us both a drink. Her dress was far away, and I encouraged her to walk there and back nude--which she did. The eyes of the boys in the pool followed her as she walked, and I have to admit I was a little jealous at how muscular and sexy her legs looked--from all the gymnastics years ago.
When she returned, she told me that Jessica, Jane and Megan loved the show we put on, and their only request was for us to get the boys out of the pool so they would have a better view of them nude. She invited them to come out and do it for themselves, but they demurred. She agreed that the experience had to be different for Jessica, having her son Cole there. But, that gave Jessica an idea and she went to another room to make some phone calls. Later on I discovered that she called the other sons to come over for a pool party, "where at least one of the moms was nude."
After quenching my thirst, I thought of a way to get the boys out of the pool. I got up and walked over to the pool side, kneeled down and asked them if they wanted me to get them something to drink. My position was such that my pussy was on display, and they all swam over to tell me what they wanted and get a look. Since I had not done the commando exercise, this was the first good look they had between my legs and they took advantage of the opportunity. I could feel my pussy pulsing from having them all look there whenever they thought I wouldn't notice. They each wanted a particular brand of beer, and it took a moment for them to decide. I'm sure some of the stalling was on purpose. When I walked away, I could almost feel their eyes on my back, ass and legs.
Once inside, they also asked me to get the boys out of the pool, and Jessica suggested if she gives me glass bottles and glasses for them, they cannot drink that in the pool, for fear of breakage, and they would have to come out to enjoy their beers. I decided to not bring the glasses, since they would drink from the bottle anyway, and put the bottles on a tray and walked back outside. I put the beers on the outside table, and invited them to come and take a beer break. One by one they came out of the pool, kind of limp, but with me standing there, and the other ladies looking out from the house, their manhood sprang up before they reached the table. So we all had a moment to see them that way before they sat on the cushioned outdoor chairs to drink. Standing above them I made casual conversation, to give me an excuse to be seen longer (close up) and to look down at their still raging erections. As I looked into the house, through the glass patio door, I saw all the ladies standing and smiling at me and at what they had seen. I waved for them to come out and join us, and soon I could tell they were talking and considering it.
I think they found some courage, or didn't like feeling left out, and Jessica went to get some towels to put under us and for any swimmers. They opened the sliding glass door and all three stepped out into the sunshine. The boys smiled. The moms stood there in their cute/sexy sundresses and heels (still). They didn't expect me to allow them to stay dressed, but they didn't have the courage to undress there and then. Leslie came over to help. I said we would help them undress, which was more a question of courage than having difficulty taking off a sundress and maybe a bra. I positioned the ladies separated from each other and facing the boys. I told them to close their eyes and take a few deep breaths to get composed. When I turned back to see the boys, they had swiveled their chairs to face us, and their arousal was on full display. We decided Jessica would go first. Her eyes were still closed as I lifted her dress up over her head. When she opened them, standing only wearing her sexy heels, she gasped and squeezed my hand hard. "OMG." All the boys were staring at here, and their dicks were pulsing in the breeze like flagpoles without any flags. Jane was next, she took her dress off by herself and stood there proudly. Next we went to Megan, she was trembling. I assured her she could do it, and lowered her zipper. She was the only one of us wearing a bra, as she is a D cup, and the eyes of the boys got wide when I helped her off with her bra. I left them standing there for a minute or two, not to rush the experience. Then a fleeting look of concern came over Jane's face and I looked down and realized she was beginning to drip down her leg. I don't think anyone else noticed, but I didn't want her embarrassed so I invited the ladies to go over to the chaise loungers and make themselves comfortable.
Things were beginning to calm down a bit when the doorbell rang. Jessica stayed calm, wrapped a towel around her and went to answer her front door.
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