I don't know how to post a pic here. If you click on the small box after the second paragraph it should bring up a pic of a guy in basketball shorts. Not taken that day, but off the web. Give you the idea. If anyone knows how to post pics on a contribution, please let me know.
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.
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