ALISON UNCOVERED 3 Chapter On

This account is directly after my tale of Alison’s journey, and because it has been too long telling it of one day in the South of France, I have divided it into 2 chapters, but both related.
Of course as I publish these true tales, IF I don’t get any comments on my writing, I will stop publishing, my “tales and true-life adventures” here. A lot of people seemingly read my words, but as yet, no comments.
[It is the worst poosible thing for an author]







ALISON UNCOVERED 3



Chapter one

Obviously, this is the continuing true adventures with my new english friend who arrived in my village with her husband Jim, who works, seemingly full time over in St. Nazaire on fitting new yachts. Alison has blossomed, with my help, into an open, sexy, female who has surprised me and shocked herself at what fun sex can be.

Alison arrived for coffee in my house before we again ventured forth to St Tropez, for another day of naughtiness, and perhaps make a rendez-vous with a local lingerie shop manageress, Joelle.
Sipping coffee, I told Alison that she looked terrific in the light dress she bought from a stall in St.Tropez market. “I like that you are obviously wearing dark tan stockings under as well. Very sexy, and what colour thong today?
”She lifted her dress to reveal a dark blue suspender-belt and matching thong. “Really lovely and no pubes sticking out from your crotch. Have you had a trim?”
“Glad you noticed” she replied and pulled aside to show me her clipped pubic hair. “Mmmm, still enough there to get my teeth into” I giggled. ”I can now make out your labia mmmm,but to be even better” and I reached forward, and unbuttoned 5 buttons up from the hem, so that when she walked the skirt would open mid-thigh……oooo was there just a hint of stocking top there? I then unbuttoned 4 buttons from the neck so that her boobs were showing in the gap and would reveal more when looking down her front.

“Oh, one more thing, no two…One, you have to leave your bra here. No point having beautiful tits to ogle, if you are wearing a bra. Two, I have something else to wear on our walking around.” Alison’s widened and asked her to show her.
“Not yet, so take off your bra while I get you ready, just bend over a little.” I told Alison, who did look a little bemused as I moved around behind her, knelt down and tucked her skirts up to her waist. I parted her legs and pushed my mouth between her bum cheeks, and pulled her thong to one side to kiss and lick around her anus. Pointy tongue slipping in past her tight sphincter, I realized that Alison was now learning to relax her tight hole to make getting in there much easier…good girl.

“This is lovely, Jenni, but could you not at least wait until we get back? Heheee, OHH Jen, your fingers are too much at this time in the morning…WOOOOOOO;Christ, you are filling my poor bum. What is??……..OH”

I had inserted a small butt-plug into her anus, and replaced the thin fabric between her cheeks, stood up pulling her hem back into place. I explained to her what a butt-plug was, and that she was lucky that I hadn’t chosen a larger one for our day out.
“I don’t think that I can walk around with it in there” but I hushed her saying to give it time, to relax, and certain by the end of the day that she would not want to remove it.“Look, so not to let you have all the enjoyment, there is mine Alison” I said as I turned and bent down, skirt riding up over my bum cheeks (as usual).
“GOD, Jenni, it is in view on either side of the ‘string’ of your thong. I hope mine isn’t. Is it?’ “No Alison, but what you are wearing under your frock is on show, because when you walk in the sunlight your frock is almost transparent.”
She smiled broadly at me and confided in me “I know. I noticed when turning around and checking myself in the mirror. It is quite naughty if the fabric is stretched across my bum or I bend down. You can even see my suspender straps. Naughty Alison” she laughed, “OK, my poor anus is getting used to its invader, so, are you ready to shock St. Tropez, Jenni?

Locking my front door, and walking to my car, I was amazed at how brazen Alison had become in a few short days. There, waiting for the car to be unlocked, she was, standing enjoying the warm sunlight, and me enjoying looking at her pretty lingerie on show. Even better as she slid into the passenger seat, with her tits almost falling out of the top of her dress.
For myself, I was wearing a very loose shirt, unbuttoned and tied at the waist, my nude cleavage in view…and more if I moved around a bit. My short tartan kilt, really was short and would ride up if I were not careful, revealing my cheeks. Under, I had put on a pair of very sheer black nylons, fastened cosily under my bum cheeks, by a very pretty white suspender belt. Today, I wore a very sheer transparent ‘string’ which left nothing to the imagination, and cut into my labia. Nothing in view unless I bent over, or when my skirt rode up over my hips.
We both took a moment or two to adjust our sitting down onto out butt-plugs. A couple of “oohs” and “ahhhs” and then more giggles as we drove down the hill towards the coast.

“I am feeling quite filled and perhaps a little nervous now that we are almost there. I feel quite naked, knowing everything is on show, but hey ho, too late now for this brazen hussy” Alison now admitted. “Not everything, sweetie”, and leant across to unbutton above her thighs, and another between her boobs. Now she was really beginning to reveal a lot of skin “And no-one knows what is stuck in your asshole hehee”
We parked in the car park behind the harbour, and stood beside the car for a moment, before I asked, “Well sexy lady, what do you want to do first?” Alison looked around for a moment and from behind the security of her dark glasses, ventured. “Well….. we have spoken of meeting up in the lingerie shop, what if we go there first before it closes for lunch at midday, then on to our cafe with ‘your waitress’ for a light lunch, and for me a much needed glass of wine?”
“OOOOO, you have thought that one out well. Off to see the lovely Joelle then” Alison slightly blushed but beaming her gorgeous smile at me, walked off, humming wickedly to herself. I let her go on in front just to check out once again, the transparency of her dress. It was quite rude if you were offended by that sort of view, but the admiring, lustful glances would far outweigh the critics.

Arriving at the window of the lingerie shop, we peered in, looked each other, then nodded and pushed open the door. The bell tinkled and heard, from the back of the empty shop, Joelle’s voice “Un moment, s’il vous plait. J’arrive”
There was a bit of rustling behind the cubicle curtain, before it was thrown open and Joelle allowing two very beautiful suntanned teenagers to go on in front, both fastening up their tops, and pulling down their mini-skirts. She was walking behind them, straightening her blouse, and skirt and patting her hair back into place.

She beamed at the two of us, without much of a hint of embarrassment, and asked if they wanted to see more and perhaps come back to decide on what to look at. As she showed them to the door, Alison whispered to me “Do you think that they have left THEIR knickers in the changing room?”
Joelle turned back to us, apologising for the delay, and what could she do for us today, taking us both in with a hint of a ‘turned on’ smile. I spoke to her in French explaining that as we were just passing by on the way to lunch, would she ever consider visiting us at my home, to have an aperitif and do a private fitting for us both? She took this all in, with an slow intake of breath, then spoke to us in perfect English that she would consult her diary and if we gave her a list of what she could help us with, and was sure that something could be arranged to ‘satisfy’ you.
“Is there anything this morning that I can help you out with? Or…….” she hesitated, “the shop is closed this afternoon, when I will be doing some alterations, in my appartment above here, so……… if you changed your minds over lunch, I am sure that I could fit you both in? You just need to ring my bell and I open up to you both.” Her speech was so filled with sexual innuendo, that it left Alison and me in no doubt of her meaning.
We said that we would mull over her kind invitation over lunch…..or would she care to join us for lunch at the Cafe de Paris, as the shop was closed for the rest of the day?
“Very kind of you, but I have to do one or two things in my apartment first, but I could join you for coffee, at say, near to one-thirty?”
“We will be there” said Alison “and I am Alison and this is my VERY close friend and neighbour, Jenni “
“Enchante “ said Joelle as she shook us both by the hand, holding on a little longer, with her other hand clasped around the handshake.

“Well, Jenni, I don’t think there was any mistaking her intentions?