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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
In the fall of 2015 our son-in-law was transferred to France for a year. Amanda and I went along and stayed with them (son-in-law, daughter, and two granddaughters).
We lived in a small village outside of Toulouse called Saint Genies Bellevue. The house we rented was newly constructed on about one acre of land nestled among some farms. There was a detached,
two car garage, a remote controlled gate, and a swimming pool. The owner had been transferred to India for five years and he had only lived in the house a few months before the transfer. There was still some landscaping work to be done and we were expected to be available to let in the workers while they finished the landscaping.
This wasn’t too much of a hardship on us because the workmen only came around a couple days a week, we knew which days they would come, and they were finished after about three weeks.
An interesting feature of many of the houses in the area were the blinds. There were steel blinds that could be lowered over any or all the windows as desired. Our bedroom was on the first floor and it had a large window that looked out into the backyard. In addition, there was a shower and sink in our bedroom.
With the whole family there, there weren’t any real opportunities for any overt sexual activities, at least not at the house. What we did though is try to expose Amanda to the workmen. We would gauge the workman’s schedule and Amanda would just so happen to be dressing when they would be arriving or leaving.
When the workmen arrived, they would ring the bell on the gate and we’d need to remotely open it for them to enter. This way we knew when they were coming in.
When the bell rang, I’d make sure the blinds were open and Amanda would hurry into the bedroom and undress as if she was getting into the shower. Now if the workers were observant they could count on a nice show from Amanda.
Later, when they took a break for lunch or they would leave for the day, it was a little harder to predict their movements so it was harder to put on a show.
The first morning was almost a bust. When the bell rang on the gate, I hit the button to open the gate, made sure the blinds were open, and headed into the yard to observe. Amanda was in the bedroom, naked, laying out her clothes as the workmen passed. The first three walked right on by not paying any attention. The fourth one however was more observant. As he past the window he instantly stopped. He looked right in the window and immediately he whistled for his co-workers and told them to come take a look (I don’t speak French so I’m assuming that is what he said since the other three immediately turned around, came back and looked in). They exchanged a few words quietly as they watched. After a few minutes they headed on into the yard to work. I headed inside to let Amanda know what happened.
When I went in, she was fully dressed and was in the kitchen fixing breakfast for our escort bayan two granddaughters. I had to wait to discuss it with her.
When I finally had a chance, I told her what I saw. She indicated they weren’t very subtle. She’d seen the one guy stop as he looked in and then she saw all of them standing outside. She’d pretended she hadn’t seen them as she slowly got dressed. She made a point of ignoring them to let them think they were getting an accidental show. When she finished dressing she left the bedroom and that was when they headed on to work.
When they stopped work for lunch, they just sat down in the yard to eat so there wasn’t an additional opportunity to expose Amanda. Later they were packing up their tools so I quickly went inside and told Amanda. She headed for the bedroom, stripped down and laid on the bed as if she was taking a nap.
As the workmen left they glanced in the window not really expecting to see anything but they were stopped in their tracks. Amanda was naked on the bed, boobs out, legs spread, and a full bush just begging to be seen. They were pointing and talking quietly, clearly enjoying the show. I really needed to learn French, although when I looked in the window after they left I was pretty sure what they had said. Amanda was laying there with her boobs out over the sides of her chest, her legs were spread wide with her nice lush bush peeking out from under the blanket. Her eyes were closed and she had a look of total pleasure on her face. She clearly was enjoying the show she was putting on. If it wasn’t the middle of the day with the rest of the family due home from the grocery store any minute, it’s have been in there fucking Amanda like crazy. Maybe that was a show for another day.
We had arrived in Toulouse in mid September. The yard work was completed by early October. My son-in-law had meetings in Germany in late October and I had to spend two weeks back in the US in mid October so I planned on meeting everyone in Germany right after Halloween.
I flew into Hamburg, rented a car and headed to our hotel in central Hamburg. I arrived right after they had eaten dinner. Amanda and I had our own room and I called for room service. Amanda got undressed and climbed into bed. When the room service arrived she feigned sleep (it seemed to work in Toulouse so we tried it again) with the covers rumbled all over the bed. Strategically one boob was exposed and one leg was sticking out from under the blankets.
As the server entered the room I signaled him to be quiet indicating Amanda was asleep. He rolled the cart into our room and started putting my dinner on the desk. He suddenly saw Amanda’s boob and almost dropped the tray that he was setting on the desk. He recovered quickly, looked at me to see if I realized Amanda was exposed. I just nodded my head and smiled to put him at ease.
I walked over to the bed and gently lifted the corner of the blanket and gave him bursa eskort bayan a look at Amanda’s full bush. He was mesmerized by the sight. I motioned for him to come closer. When he got next to the bed, I took his hand and gently placed it on Amanda’s exposed boob. He looked nervous and I again signaled him to be quiet and encouraged him to caress her boob. He rubbed his hand gently around and over her nipple. Amanda just laid there not moving, letting him think she was asleep.
I moved his hand down to her pussy and he gently rubbed his fingers through her hair and around her clit. He finally put one finger inside. Amanda moaned a little and spread her legs. He pulled his hand back quickly fearing she was waking up. I grinned at him, he smiled and then gathered up his room service cart.
I escorted him to the door, and offered him a €10 tip. He refused it and sniffed his finger indicating he had already been tipped. As he left he said in accented English, “Thank you and please feel free to call if anything else was needed”.
He left and when Amanda heard the door close, she sat up, and from the build up and tension, she burst out laughing. I enjoyed the sound of her laughter but I also enjoyed how her boobs jiggle when she laughs. I ate my dinner and climbed into bed. As exciting as the evening had been, I was worn out from the transoceanic flight and I fell asleep.
The next day all of us toured around Hamburg, visited some early Christmas Markets, and had a wonderful authentic German dinner nearby. The next day we started a leisurely drive home. Our plans would take us to Amsterdam for the next night, then via Bruges in the Netherlands, Orleans France, then home.
We took a walking tour around Amsterdam even wandering through a “red light” area. There was so much flesh on display it seemed that having Amanda do any flashing wouldn’t be very productive so we just enjoyed our evening. We did have room service again that night but it was with the entire family so it was uneventful.
When we returned to Toulouse, the yard work had been completed, it was getting cold and we didn’t have any more travel plans for the near term so the flashing was put on hold.
Amanda and I returned to the states to spend Christmas with other family members but we were back in Toulouse by New Year’s.
Our next trip was to Barcelona in early February. Amanda and I drove. From our house in Saint Genies Bellevue you could see the Pyrenees Mountains on a clear day. They were on the border between Spain and France. The drive to Barcelona took us around the east end of them along the Mediterranean Sea.
Even with the Mediterranean sea right there it was still chilly in early February. We had to bundle up to be warm so our flashing opportunities were limited. In Barcelona in one of the major thoroughfares was the Pg. De Gracia. There were many restaurants that provided “terrace” dining for escort bursa a 10% upcharge. The terrace was really just a tent on the large pedestrian thoroughfare outside the restaurant. The tents had clear plastic sides except to the side facing the restaurant. The open side was also where all the pedestrian traffic took place. In the tents there were heaters and even blankets for the customers.
The first night there, we ate at one of these restaurants and positioned ourselves so the pedestrians walking by could get a good look at Amanda. The heaters provided enough warmth for us to remove our jackets which allowed Amanda to present her ample cleavage. She also made a point to not be ladylike by spreading her legs somewhat to allow a somewhat restricted view up her dress.
Although fully clothed but partially exposed we did enjoy the looks she received from the people walking by.
Back in our hotel room we warmed up, discussed the looks she received at dinner and enjoyed some mutual masturbation to top off the evening.
The next day we did some sightseeing. Even though it was winter, there were still some pretty good crowds visiting the various attractions in the area including the various Gaudy houses and the Sagrada Familia. These crowds allowed Amanda plenty of opportunities to rub her boobs on unsuspecting men as we worked our way through to see the various sites. Most of the men were wearing coats and jackets and never realized that some woman was rubbing her boobs in them, although a few did notice and smile appreciatively.
At one point we were standing in a line with Amanda pressed up against a man’s arm. He looked down, and saw what was pressed against him. He then looked at Amanda and when she smiled, he discreetly moved his hand up and attempted to place it between Amanda’s legs. She thought about it for a moment, then gradually spread her legs just enough to allow him to slide his hand between her legs and rub her pussy through her pants.
As the line moved, the man was forced to remove his hand from between Amanda’s legs. When the line stopped again he did his best to stand beside her again. After one stop, he discreetly moved his left hand under his right arm and then started rubbing Amanda’s boob with his left hand. His right arm did a pretty effective job of hiding what his left hand was doing. If I hadn’t been right there watching, I’d never have known it was happening. The line moved several times and each time he made sure he ended up right next to Amanda. Sometimes he was on her right, sometimes on her left.
Amanda opened the zipper on her jacket which allowed more access with less fabric between his hand and her boob but with a blouse and a bra on there was only so much she could do without attracting any unwanted attention. The last thing we needed in a foreign country would be getting arrested for obscene conduct. When we got to the front of the line we headed away from the admirer and proceeded off on our own.
Although we worked our way through several more crowds in and around Barcelona, none of them were as eventful. We headed home to Toulouse after four days, but we had at least 8 more months in Europe to expose Amanda to strangers!
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