On returning from a walk on the island of Porquerolles. The rough sea causes the forced exhibition of my wife Sylvie
Involuntary exhibition, but how subject to foreplay.
We were in Toulon in 1976/77, where we lived. In the middle of a summer day, we decided to go to Porquerolles. We had to take the boat from Toulon, and the crossing took about an hour and a half.
I wore my swim shorts and a T-shirt. Sylvie was very beautiful: 5'8", 110 lbs., long legs, and a small chest (32 B). Over her swimsuit, she wore a light white cotton dress with thin straps, leaving her shoulders and upper body free. The dress was cut mid-thigh. It was common at that time to go braless.
The sea was calm at first. Sylvie was worried about seasickness. The boat easily rounded Cape Bariou des Campos (Shake the barrels in Provençal). It's a really rough place, even if the sea is calm.
Most of the day was spent swimming in the clear waters and having a picnic on the beach. The men were not indifferent to her appearance and her bare breasts.
The wind had picked up during the day and the sea had gotten rough, but we had to get back. Sylvie's swimsuit was still damp before we left and was going to soak her light dress. I suggested she take it off, which she did. She was naked under her light dress. It was clear she wasn't wearing any panties.
I let her walk a few meters ahead of me to admire her nakedness, silhouetted in the sun through her light clothing. We boarded the boat and I suggested we sit at the back, where, normally, there's less movement, and especially not in the cabin where the lack of air could make her sick. We sat on the last bench at the back of the small boat.
Her short dress rode up her thighs, almost to her crotch. The men's gazes were eager to know a little more about what lay beneath her long thighs.
I placed a reassuring hand on one of her bare thighs, and her dress rode up slightly, just below the "playroom," as they say in France.
No one could ignore the nakedness of her little pussy anymore.
As soon as we left the harbor, the boat became a nutshell tossed by the waves. It was rocking so much that it didn't give us time to get sick, our minds busy trying to keep our balance.
To maintain her balance, Sylvie had to spread her legs, allowing the men to see her little pussy several times.
Some found themselves sitting in the aisle, ejected from the benches.
The boat was sinking into the water, the spray washing over the cabin and crashing onto the aft deck, soaking us to the skin.
Sylvie's white dress had become transparent, highlighting every detail of her figure.
She was practically naked. Her magnificent breasts were visible beneath the damp fabric, the triangle of her pubic hair revealing her crotch. The male passengers stared at her.
She found a certain pleasure in pressing the fabric against her body, pretending to dry herself.
Her dress accentuated her curves. It had become so erotic that it could give a Senegalese regiment a hard-on.
We reached Toulon, at the marina in the city center, where the quays, a promenade for tourists, are lined with bars and restaurants. There were many customers on the terraces.
After getting off the boat, we had to walk 2 km to get home.
We were also supposed to walk along all these terraces.
Obviously, we didn't escape attention. Soaked, Sylvie's dress clung to her skin. The top of her dress hugged her breasts, revealing their roundness through the sheer fabric, with her nipples poking out, stimulated by the damp fabric and the cooling breeze.
The fabric hugged her thighs and clung to her buttocks. Her small triangle at the crotch perfectly outlined her pussy.
The walk along the crowded black dock created a situation of indecency and indecent exposure, as few people were aware of the truth. Sylvie felt a little embarrassed to be nearly naked in front of hundreds of spectators.
We hastened our walk, and finally, we arrived at much less busy streets. We paused our walk to catch our breath.
She threw her arms around my neck, I dropped the packages I was carrying, and we shared a long kiss.
She whispered in my ear:
"I wasn't proud on the dock, yet I felt an indescribable pleasure in showing myself naked."
"Let's hurry home."
Her dress was becoming less transparent with the heat and the wind that had partially dried it.
The way back was less of a problem.
Some men turned around as she passed, mainly to admire her beauty.
Finally, we arrived at the apartment. Her dress was still damp, but it looked okay. Luckily, because we passed a few neighbors.
As soon as the door was pushed open, she said:
"Drop everything, close the door, and join me!"
She guided me to the bathroom.
She turned on the shower faucet and stepped inside, fully clothed, under the stream of water.
Her dress became translucent again.
"I noticed you enjoyed seeing me like this, so come soap me up if you want."
I quickly undressed and pressed myself against her, a strong erection clearly visible.
"Gently, start by washing myself first."
I sprayed shower gel on his body while he was still clothed.
Lathering the soap, I massaged his body through his dress.
Our lips met intensely, my hands lingering on his chest.
My caresses then moved down to his pussy, which I held in the palm of my hand.
She lowered the straps of her dress over her shoulders, and it slowly slid to the floor.
I went back to stroking his unclothed body to wash him.
I reached his kitten, and my fingers sank into its soft fur.
She let out a soft moan, arching her back to highlight her pubic mound.
With difficulty, I knelt before her to drink the water flowing from her sex.
I pushed back her bush to place kisses on her rosebud.
My tongue probed every hollow of her little pussy.
After a few sucks on his miniature penis, she stiffened with uncontrollable pleasure.
After composing herself, she got out of the shower, wrapped in a large towel.
She said to me,
"Give me a few moments and come find me."
I continued my shower to remove the salt that had settled on my body, my mast straightened and raised.
She called me a few minutes later:
"I'm ready, come on."
It was summer, but she was wearing a corset top with a garter belt, revealing her breasts, and black stockings.
She was wearing heels that matched her outfit.
"Relax, you're going to have a wild night, you big voyeur."