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All characters are above the age of 18

………Continued directly from Voyeur.

I eventually summoned the courage to phone the number on the card.

“Hello,” said a really rather husky female voice.

“The waiter at the beach bar gave me your card.”

“Ah, so you’re the voyeur eh?”

There was no point in denying it after the recent displays, so I came clean.

“Yes, guilty as charged. I must say it is very hard to resist being a voyeur with such elegant scenery.”

I wanted to listen rather than speak as she had given me her number so obviously had something to say.

“So you liked my little show off did you?”

“I would have thought that was more than obvious.”

“Yes, you were rather obvious. From the way you watched all those girly bottoms sashaying down the promenade I’d say you were clearly having impure thoughts. Am I right?”

“Right again!”

“So I pegged you as a bum man, not averse to ogling tits, but bums are your preferred area to gaze at?”

“Yes, you seem to have picked up a lot about me very quickly.”

“Oh I’ve had you in my sights for some time. I don’t just flash at any Tom, Dick or Harry.”

“Interesting, go on.”

“That’s your favourite beach bar. You take coffee there most bright days. You usually face the ocean to watch the girls, and you take a particular interest in ones with thin dresses that the sun shines through to reveal their underwear.”

“Sherlock Holmes!”

“Not really, just a keen observer of dirty old men!”

“Why a keen observer?”

“If you meet me there on Saturday at abut 11:00, wearing thin linen trousers and no pants, I might just tell you, but, and I must make this quite clear, there is not going to be any sex, so don’t get your hopes up!”

“You have already exceeded my most erotic fantasy so I’ll be there.”

“No pants, is that quite clear?”

“Agreed.”

Click, the line went dead. I checked my wardrobe: white linen slacks were clean and pressed. Whatever can this be about? Intrigued, I let my imagination run riot as I waited, like a school boy, for Saturday.

At 11:00 sharp I approached the beach bar. She was installed bonus veren siteler in my chair! Looking out to sea. Then I got it. She was turning the tables on me! With the sun nearly straight out to sea my trousers must have been nearly transparent.

I walked over, smiling, I said.

“Touché. Very cleaver, very cleaver indeed.”

“Not a bad view, not bad at all for an older man. Nice dangly balls and the bum was ok too.”

Not being used to having my assets praised, or even appraised, I sat down and ordered a coffee. My curiosity was getting to fever pitch, so I simply asked the reason for the meeting, mindful that she had already ruled out any sexual element. Her answer was as indirect as it was stunning.

“Have you ever heard of a play called La Ronde?” She asked.

“Can’t say I have.”

“Well it’s a story about ten different sexual encounters, each encounter with one person from the previous, thus it goes round.

“Among other things I am an amateur actress, and I played the part of a young prostitute in a rather explicit sex scene with a soldier.

“When we started rehearsing I found it very difficult, and embarrassing, getting my clothes off on stage, particularly in front of my ‘soldier’ who was somewhat older.

“The most anyone, including him, was ever going to see was my boobs and I sunbathe topless all the time, so what was the problem? I don’t know. It might have been because it was in a sexual situation, even if we were only acting.

“My soldier also had a bit of a problem getting naked to start with, but he only had to stand with his back to the audience, drop his pants, and slide under the bed covers.

“The bed was much higher than the audience so they couldn’t really see anything except his bum and I was supposed to be at the other side of the stage when he stripped, so I wasn’t supposed to see anything either.

“Initially the director had us screened off and lit in all sorts of cleaver ways, so that we didn’t show very much, but as we progressed I got more comfortable. I actually shed my peignoir and strutted about the stage topless, much to the delight of the director, who kept congratulating me on bedava bahis ‘getting into the part dahling’!

“I was supposed to wear those ‘almost naked look’ panties to give the illusion of being a prostitute ready for business, but somehow, as I got more daring, I ‘forgot’ to put them on, so when I shed my peignoir I was actually naked.

“Eventually I dropped the peignoir earlier and earlier in the scene and was effectively naked for most of it. I really got into the part of being a Viennese prostitute. Then I noticed ‘soldier boy’ getting a real erection! Fortunately, as he was under the covers, I was the only person who knew.

“I used to love winding him up after that. I made sure I was on the far side of the bed, not the stage, when he had to disrobe. I stood there naked, facing him, legs slightly apart. The audience couldn’t really see anything, but soldier boy was getting a real eye full as he got naked, with predictable results.

“He used to mouth things to me as his excitement became obvious like, ‘Script?’ and ‘Bitch’ but the big smile on his face only egged me on to more and more mischief.

“The culmination of the scene was when I, as a prostitute, had to fuck him: to make sure he got his money’s worth. Of course the special sheet we use was between us, but sometimes I would rub his cock through it just to wind him up some more.

“He never knew what was going to happen next, but I really enjoyed getting him worked up, so I played up to it, as I myself got more and more turned on.

“Sometimes I moved the sheet towards the audience a bit. They could see nothing, but I could see his whole package.

“If he was erect, I very carefully held his cock flat against his stomach, straddled him and slid my now slick pussy lips along it. The look on his face the first time I did this was totally priceless. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried it, but he said it is almost impossible to tell the difference between that and actually fucking!

“Some nights, if I got really into it, I got myself off and had an orgasm. I found the experience of having a real orgasm on stage quite unlike any other, so deep and powerful. Then one night I pushed him a bit deneme bonus too far and he came. He shot his whole load onto his stomach.

“God that was hot. My prostitute shagged her soldier and he fucking ejaculated! Then I was supposed to collapse on top of him as the curtain fell. I did and it did. Rapturous applause, particularly from the men!

“After that where do you go? Well one night I was feeling particularly horny and, as I straddled him, I didn’t hold his cock far enough forwards and it just slipped in. You should have seen his face! It was one thing being secretly wanked off on stage but quite another being secretly shagged.

“There was no time for condoms or anything because we were supposed to be only acting, but that night the sex scene was one hundred percent genuine. As soon as he entered me I thought. Shit, I’m being fucked in public and it’s fucking terrific!

“I came almost instantly and there was no need for any acting whatsoever. It was the hottest thing ever. Nipples sparked to clit, clit sparked back. Of course we never told anybody, but, from then on we often actually fucked while hundreds of people watched us ‘acting’ our scene.

“I always came, no exceptions, but, unfortunately, since then I find it difficult to cum without the frisson of knowing I have an audience, so that is where my little displays come from and why I did the show for you. Could you tell when I came? Honestly?”

“When you dropped the spoon?”

“So you did notice! I thought it might have been obvious but I wasn’t sure.”

“Oh it was obvious all right.”

“A lot hinges on the answers to the next questions so consider your answers very carefully. If in doubt: the truth.”

“OK.”

“Did you get an erection when I masturbated in front of you?”

“Yes.”

“Did that display feature in one of your masturbation fantasies.”

“Yes again, later that day.”

“Would you come to see me in La Ronde if it was still running?”

“Certainly.”

“Well it’s not so you’ve missed that particular boat. Have you ever watched another couple make love. I mean really make love, not just a porn fuck?”

“No.”

“If I offered you the opportunity to watch me and my boy friend make love, would you take it? You get nothing more than a voyeur experience, nothing at all, so would you?”

“Most definitely!”

…………..to be continued.

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