Most people would guess that swinger clubs were not the kind of place where a guy would get excited about the possibility of a generous view up a woman’s skirt. After all, it is usually not too late in the evening before there is full frontal nudity, spread legs and more sucking and fucking than in a porn movie. But things don’t work like that. Sometimes it is the unexpected view that is the biggest turn-on, and gives the hardest hard-on.

That was what I discovered at a club in Paris a couple of years back, a club that no longer exists. For no good reason the club was called La Plage - the beach.

It was the early part of the evening, and people were milling around the bar, chatting, having a drink, looking around. I noticed this woman who was in her mid-forties. She was striking, but not in an overtly sexual or slutty way. Neither skinny nor plump, she was fairly tall, and had an almost ethereal look, as though her mind were somehow elsewhere. She had very long hair, almost reaching her backside, and a long loose skirt, with an embroidered white blouse. In short, she could have been in the supermarket, at work or even in church and nobody would have batted an eyelid.

A buffet had been laid out on a side table, and after a while I collected a plate and made my way up there, choosing my food. A slice of quiche, some cold potato salad, some smoked salmon, the kind of light food that I enjoy before as a prelude to sex and seduction. As I turned around I realised that she was by me, wanting to get by so I gave her space, guiding her past me with a gentle hand on her waist. She neither refused nor acknowledged my touch, nor did she thank or even look at me. I took my plate and sat on a low round bench, making casual conversation with a young couple who were near me, and a few minutes later I watched the lady with long hair as she sat down across from me, about two metres away, directly opposite. She had aroused my curiosity but I was enjoying my conversation so it was a only a few minutes later that I looked up again. At this point, a couple of years later, I have only the vaguest memory of that conversation, but I remember very well that when I looked up I suddenly realised that I had a magnificent view most of the way up the long skirt. The Lady (let us call her that because she had something of a noble bearing) had lifted her right foot up onto her left thigh, so that her skirt created a flat surface for her to place her plate. In doing so she had given me this delightful view, almost to her crotch. As I looked up, she happened to glance up as well and in the split second that our eyes caught each other’s, I knew she had suddenly realised how much I could see. She turned away, speaking to her partner, but did not move her legs. I continued my conversation, glancing up furtively occasionally, but at no moment did she acknowledge me or look in my direction. Slowly though, she shifted, so that every so often my view would get better. My conversation companions were oblivious, they did not have the same angle of vision and in any case they were entertained talking about this and that. I finished my meal and went to fetch a new plate with some pieces of fruit, seizing the occasion to adjust my bench so that my viewpoint was perfect. And as I looked up I could now see all the way up her inner thighs. She had lifted her skirt a little so that there was no impediment to what I could see, and that was the moment that I realised that she was wearing crotchless panties, and that her pussy was clean-shaven. Though she never once looked at me, I am almost sure that she was playing a game, exposing herself to my eager and greedy eyes. It is a moment that lingers in my memory, I think it will be there forever…

Later in the evening, as clothes began to fly off and couples and trios began to form, I realised that The Lady was monogamous, allowing no man, other than her partner, to come close. She generously exposed herself though, allowing her skirt to ride all the way up as she sucked her husband’s cock, her thighs parted gloriously. Several of the men there were clearly going crazy with the vision. As for myself, I remember that evening having a glorious time with a woman who walked up to me naked as I was sitting down, and pulled my head towards her pussy saying only “À moi”, come to me!

Before leaving, I thought that I would try once more to see how The Lady was doing. I found her lying with her partner on a couch, the skirt and blouse long gone, wearing only a garter and stockings. There was a couple and about three single guys gathered near, stroking themselves and watching as she moaned while her partner vigorously fingered her asshole. On any other day that sight would have been stunning, but somehow it was nowhere near as sexy as my view up her skirt had been…

The Beach at Cap D'Agde

Cap D'Agde, in the south of France, is legendary amongst nudists, libertines and hedonists generally, so you will not be surprised to know that a couple of years ago I made a pilgrimage there. It was early in the summer, June, and as always happens (well, at least it does with me) there is a particularly horny feeling in the air, as people are eager to feel the sun kiss their bodies, to expose their skin to the air and to eyes of fellow beachgoers. And at Cap D'Agde, with its very own and very sexy reputation, that feeling is even stronger.

Cap D'Agde is an entire resort dedicated to nudism and sexuality, and once I had installed myself I began to explore the opportunities. At the local shop I found that most people, like myself, were wearing shortsor beachwear, but there was a middle-aged English couple there quite happily shopping with full bondage gear, leather straps black boots. It felt really funny - OK, it felt a bit strange really - to see this couple, him with his dick hanging out, her with a shaved pussy and several pussyrings catching my eye, as they looked at the shop shelves just as people do in your local supermarket...

Getting used to the idea that in this context there was nothing strange about the scene, I bought myself some suntan lotion, a bottle of water, and a magazine with information about Cap d’Agde, before heading off to the beach, which was just a couple of hundred metres away. As I reached the sand, to the left and to the right I could see a magnificent scenario: sandy beach as far as the eye can see, gentle waves, and on the sand hundreds of naked bodies, lazily catching the sun. I tossed a coin mentally to decide which way to go, and headed left. After a minute or so of walking on the wet sand, I realized self-consciously that I was the only person wearing anything. OK, I had just arrived, but even so, maybe I should do like everybody else… Putting my small backpack on the ground, I felt a little shy at first, but soon I could feel the rush of pleasure as I stripped off, putting my Tshirt in my bag and pulling down my shorts to expose my cock to the full view of whoever cared to look. But of course nobody really cared to look, everybody was just enjoying their own nakedness… So off I continued, not quite sure what I was looking for. A little further on, I noticed that there were some sand dunes where occasional couples and groups were lying. It seemed a little less crowded, so I made my way there, and as I came close, I realised that my instinct had brought me to where I wanted to be: I had reached the exhibitionist and voyeur part of the beach.

Various couples were hanging out, some fondling each other, and in a couple of cases women were clearly enjoying lying back with their legs falling apart so that voyeurs, just a metre or two away, could enjoy a royal view of their open pussies. The two were pretending to be entirely natural, as if the fact that various guys were gathering just in front of them had nothing to do with them at all.

Unsure of myself I sat down somewhere in the middle of this area. Just above me, away from the sea, were two couples who were lying silently, though their occasional wandering hands signalled that sex was not at all far from their minds. To my left there was a couple that were enjoying a happy conversation, and I was encouraged to receive a friendly smile from the lady as I put my towel on the ground. Settling down, I just relaxed, feeling the heat of the summer sun on my body, gradually taking in and enjoying the surroundings. I lay on my back, and my cock lay happily against my balls, absorbing the warmth like a lizard on a rock.

The couples above me were Dutch, I could hear from their conversation. One of the women was obviously feeling sexy, you don’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that the way her hand was slowly moving up and down her body was suggesting that she was thinking of cocks, pussies and what they do when they come together. She was quite deliciously brown, all over, and if she lived in another time she would have been a great model for her compatriot Rubens. Her large and curvaceous body was very firm, and her breasts stood outwards proudly when she stood up, as did her beautiful round ass. Her pussy was shaved, and as brown as the rest of her. She was the only one of her group who was moving – the others were either sl**ping or listening to music on their ipods. My cock was meanwhile hardening at the view, and beginning to stand up, so I thought it would be best to turn over, onto my stomach, as I didn’t want to make a scene. But of course that only improved my view because by then I was looking right up between her legs, just a couple of metres away. She had tried two or three times to get the attention of her companion by stroking his back, but he didn’t seem interested. What a waste, I thought, such a pity! And then she had a gesture that I will never forget. Picking up her bottle of water, she splashed a few drops onto her tummy, gently spreading the water with her fingertips. And in the next moment, she opened her legs further, and carefully poured some water onto the mound above her slit. With her fingers she massaged the water all over her pussy, letting her finger slide between her pussylips. This went on for several minutes, and it was clearly an exclusive show for me because nobody had my angle of vision. Even now, as I remember that moment, I get hard from the memories. Back then I felt that I was fucking the whole beach through my towel as my hard cock buried its way into the sand. But she was funny this Dutch girl, because when she got up to walk down to the sea for a swim, I smiled at her but she just looked straight ahead, ignoring me, even though she had just given me this memorable spectacle…

A little later the French woman from the couple on my left went down for a swim. I watched as she entered the water, and after diving in she happily turned around and waved to her partner, who waved back. I got up and headed down as well, diving in to the water near the French woman. It was quite a shock on my warm skin, and when I came up I smiled at the French woman and said "Wow, that feels like making love: when one goes in, one feels big and hard, and when one comes out one feels small and shrunken!" She laughed at me, and I knew that we had established a good empathy. For several minutes, frollicking about in the sea, we chatted, and after a while she asked my advice about if there were any good clubs to visit. "Hot clubs" she added, as if I hadn't understood. I said that I didn't know but I had a magazine which I could show her. Maybe there was some advice there.

Back on the sand, as her partner went down for a swim, I took over the magazine to her, showing her a page that had various indications of clubs. She thanked me, and we looked at the magazine together for a few moments, until I began to feel my cock stiffen again. She was sitting cross-legged and I could see her pussylips nicely exposed, so you can understand why I was getting hard. I tried to be discreet but she noticed and laughed. "So, this is what happens when you come out of the water" she joked. I was a bit embarrassed but she wasn't at all. Her partner soon returned, and she introduced us: "This nice man has brought this magazine so we can see where to go later" she told him.
[And what happened later will be explained at another moment!!!]

Sin Sity in Sydney



In order to reach Sin Sity in Sydney you have to climb a steep set of stairs almost hidden behind a nondescript pizzeria, not far from the of town. At the top of the stairs the space opens up to a bar-room with plenty of wood and in a corner a Jacuzzi, lovely for relaxing with or without friends. A spiral staircase winds itsd way up just next to the Jacuzzi, and behind it several other rooms opened up, variously occupied with beds or sofas for lazily or not so lazily lounging in. Upstairs there is a sauna and a couple of other rooms for romantic liaisons.

I’d been there before so as soon as I had stripped off into the mandatory dress-code – a towel around the waist – I headed to the bar and struck up conversation with two ladies that I had smiled at on the way in. Cathy and Cheryl were their names, and I’d say they were both about40. Cathy was plumper and smiley, a real blonde I guessed. Cheryl had bigger hair and was blonder, though that was because she was a bleached blonde I thought. It was really easy to strike up conversation and very relaxed, Australian-style. Cheryl told me that she lived by the beach and described how she loved to lounge on the sand, which was just up my street because there is nothing I am fonder of. (Almost). A number of other people hung around, some couples some singles, occasionally wandering off to adjoining rooms.

The Jacuzzi beckoned but the ladies both preferred to continue their conversation at the bar so I went in by myself, and the surrounding mirrors allowed me to exchange smiles with the girls as I enjoyed the soak in the bubbly warm water. I always find in Jacuzzis that it is not long before my balls are enjoying the gentle watery massage and my cock begins to grow, not into a raging hard-on but quietly into a state just one small moment away from a full erection. With the bubbles, I can lay there and feel my cock floating up happily, with no need to be self-conscious because the turbulence of the water offers a veil, except of course when sometimes the tip of my cock surfaces like a dolphin coming up for air. I was in this self-satisfied state when Cathy came over and sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi for a chat. She was wearing a loose short turquoise dress, and as she sat, her legs crossed, not much of her thighs were covered. She had a good sense of humour so we joked and laughed, but she decided not to accept my invitation in for a soak. “I’m going to see what’s happening upstairs” she said, motioning to the spiral staircase which was just next to us. I watched her as she climbed and was delighted to notice that with each step my view became more interesting. “Cathy”, I called to her, “can you stop right there for a moment?”. She was right above me and my view led all the way up her thighs, which of course she realised. She smiled down at me, turned around a little, and poking out her backside she lifted up her skirt to flash me her ass, with her pussy just visible. “Like this?” she asked. “Perfect!” I grinned back at her, with my cock now clearly hardening and emerging from the bubbles. Looking back to the bar I could see that Cheryl was wearing a broad smile, having watched the whole scene.

I rejoined Cheryl at the bar for a drink and we quickly became reengaged in our conversation. Like Cathy, she was also wearing a short dress, though in Cheryl’s case it was backless and just slightly longer. The conversation flowed and I was enjoying discreetly stroking her back, when I let my hand slip down to caress her ass. It was a moment of delightful revelation, I could feel that she wore no knickers, just like Cathy. “You naughty girl”, I said, “have you forgotten something?” She looked me in the eyes, took my hand, and put it up her skirt so that I could feel her shaven pussy, naked under just a few inches of cloth. “It’s way too hot to wear knickers” she said looking serious at first before breaking into a raunchy wide grin. “Funny you should say that”, I said, taking her hand in mine, “I feel the same way”, and I lifted her hand up under my towel so that she could feel my naked cock, obviously erect at this point. We giggled and the girl behind the counter, with whom we had been chatting pretended to chastise us: “You two are needing a bucket of cold water!” Within a couple of minutes we found ourselves winding our way up the spiral staircase.

Face to face, I placed my hands on her back and ran them down her body, my fingertips caressing the back of her thighs. Her muscles stiffened as I gently stroked her legs and she closed her eyes, letting out a groan of pleasure. “That feels so good”, she purred. I let the tips of my fingers loose upon her body, running down her tense legs and her straight back, and then I took the bottom of her dress and pulled it up as she raised her arms so that I could pull it over her head. I dropped my towel, and we looked at each other naked, my cock standing out hard. “Take me”, she said as she slid down onto the bed, her arms above her head as though she was surrendering as she lay down. I knelt beside her and allowed my hands, very lightly, to run up and down her slim body. Her breasts were the perfect size to be cupped in my hands and when I complemented how round and firm they were she told me how proud she had always been of “my titties”. But for me her best feature was her legs: long, elegant and perfectly toned, I soon found out what her secret was. She was a dance teacher, and her legs were a product of the hours that she danced every day.

“Turn around”, I told her. She rolled over so that I could massage her back. Like a cat being pleasured, she was soon raising her hips so that her ass stuck up a little, and I knew that she was inviting me to explore her intimacy with my sensitive fingers. I ran my hand down the crack of her ass, over her little asshole and down, further, until I reached her slit which was deliciously wet. Penetrating her just a little I wet my fingers and then spread the juice over her pussylips which were parting as though they had received some inaudible order. She groaned with pleasure, and I turned her over, her legs falling apart as she came around, so that her shaved pussy was offered to me in all its naked glory. I went down with my tongue, licking slowly up her slash, up and down, and then parting her cuntlips to reveal her clitoris. I treasured and teased her clit, while fingering her hole, gently at first and then more firmly. She was soaking wet by this point, moaning with delight as I played with her pussy, caressing her clit with my tongue and penetrating her hard with two fingers.

Pulling my head back I put a hand on each of her ankles and lifted her legs, spreading them wide so that her gash lay there open, wet, juicy and red, waiting for me to penetrate her. My cock was standing perpendicular to my body, and it moved inside her almost of its own accord, entering deep. I love the sound that she let loose at that moment, a sound that was both a relief and an anticipation of much more to come. I could feel that she was so excited, and for me there can be nothing more exciting than to sense a woman’s excitement. She was very relaxed with her noises and I could hear the animal enthusiasm rising from deep within her until, finally, her orgasm came, as I knew it would, loudly and with her fingers digging deep into my arms. For a few moments I kept quiet, feeling her warmth on my cock and enjoying the experience of her joy, and then I began to move again, slowly, my cock reaching around inside of her. It was not long before I allowed myself to ejaculate, generously, exhausting all of my energies in a few devastating seconds.

We lay there, perspiring, our sexuality completely exposed and wet, enjoying the proximity of each other’s body and the energy that we had shared. “That was great” I said. “You know”, she answered, “sometimes we have these experiences with guys when we think Hey, why don’t you go off and have some sex lessons before we try this again? And then there are other times, like this one, where we just meet and it all happens like we had been practising forever!”

Let me tell you, there is nothing that gives me more pleasure than to feel a woman’s enjoyment. That is what really turns me on! And with Cheryl it was like she said, it just went right from the first moment. So as you can imagine we had big smiles on our faces when Cathy put her head around the door: “You two having fun?” she asked…