ALISON UNCOVERED

Alison Uncovered

“Oh no, I couldn’t” said Alison to me as we were wandering from stall to stall in St. Tropez market. “Jim would never allow me out in anything as short…or even around the house.You could almost see my bum when I bent over”
I was wearing my usual ‘bum freezer’ short skirt, which did reveal my bum when I bent over. Alison, my English neighbour, who had just moved to my local village, with her husband, Jim , and had allowed me to have my wicked way with her, when Jim was working in a boatyard in St. Nazaire. She discovered that night, that she was not the boring, prim housewife that she always thought she was.
The two of us strolled in the warm sun, amongst all the different stalls trying to choose some bits and pieces for her summer wardrobe, and had already bought another 3 thongs, for the price of two, for her, this time in black, dark blue and white to go with the red one I presented her on our “seduction” evening. She had not worked up the courage to show Jim, but she loved it and was walking around in the tiny piece of fabric, cut between her bum cheeks. “It really is lovely to wear and I feel naughtily naked under my skirt” she giggled.
“OK, if not a skirt too short for Jim, what about this lovely, floaty, knee length skirt. Oh and with pretty buttons up the front. You could leave the bottom two undone, to give you added freedom ?”
“Yes, it is pretty in this floral print” she said as she held it at her waist. I would like to try it on” Alison was shown to the back of the stall into a makeshift cubicle. I was able to peer over the top as she changed skirts.
“Oh Alison, you are still wearing tights, and it spoils the feel of that very lovely thong underneath. It is warm today, why not slip them off and put those horrid things in your bag…or even the litterbin” as I admonished her.
So, on with the new skirt, and she loved it and her own skirt went into the bag with her tights. “Thank you Jenni , what now?”
“Well, we have the groceries and prawns from the market, what about a light lunch at the harbour?” Delighted, we set off down a small side street towards the restaurants and cafés when we passed a very smart lingerie shop. Well, I stopped but Alison was wandering on. “Hang on, Alison, look here.” She turned around and, as she started to walk back to join me, I noticed that when the sun was on her, the lovely new skirt was almost transparent. mmmmmm NICE, I thought, but I will not tell her, knowing that she would never wear it again, and think that it was a waste of money.
Joining me to look in the window, she told me that she had already bought her underwear.
“No, look what is up there” and pointed to a range of suspender-belts in all pretty shapes and colours. “I don’t think so Jenni, as you know I adore yours but Jim, I am sure would not like me too wear one.”
“He likes to see me in mine, whenever we have had drinks or a meal together.”
“Well, that is different, and he would not like me to go ‘parading around’ in a suspender- belt and stockings. My goodness, the thongs are going to be difficult enough to explain, and you dear Jenni, will get blamed for being a bad influence on me !” she told me.
With that, we both wandered down to the harbour, with me occasionally checking just how much of Alisons legs were on show, under the light and flimsy new skirt. Quite a lot now that I am looking, and I could almost see her red thong when the light breeze tightened the material around her bum. I loved it, but I am not sure Alison would, and certainly she would be embarrassed. Still the hint of shyness, strait-laced, and the English housewife about her. Sigh.
We sat at an outside table facing the obscenely expensive and vulgar yachts, backed onto the harbour walk, to enjoy people watching.
Alison ordered the Salade Niçoise and I the Spaghetti Carbonara, and sipped from our bottle of delicious provençal rosé.
As I lit one of my hand made roll-up cigarettes, I leant back letting the warm sun bathe me. “JENNI, do be more careful, because when you are sitting down, even with your knees together, I can see your knickers, and so can anyone else who cares to look!”
“Alison, never mind, and I am only interested in one person looking at my pussy” as I looked her directly, opened my knees a little wider, and dared her not to look down.
She did of course, and pretending not to stare, I asked her if she was enjoying the view, which is for you alone Alison. She lowered her eyes to her rolling the napkin between her fingers and quietly murmured “Yesssssssss, lovely”
“Sorry, I didn’t hear, what did you say?” Alison looked up at me a little sheepishly, and replied in a louder voice, “I said yes, lovely” and started to giggle as she returned her gaze to my thong covered pussy. Giggling with her, I widened my thighs a little more saying, “Well that is all right then”
“BUT, you are sitting there like an old spinster, with your new skirt buttoned all the way down to your calves….Go on, undo at least unbutton or two, and perhaps for you, to daringly expose your knees to the Mediterranean sun…feel the warm breeze wafting up your legs…let the air breeze against you thong, and for me, flaunt your knickers.”
3oh all right, but do not expect me to expose my knickers to anyone…not even to you in such a public place”

It was at that moment the young waitress arrived with our two lunches, and almost dropped my spaghetti into my lap as she also took in the tiny fabric covering my pubes.
“Pardon” I said to her as I looked up at her, still not closing my thighs, and standing beside Alison, stared back down at my crotch, saying “Je t’en pris et……bon appetit”
As we both giggled at this, I watched the waitress return inside, and when she reached the bar, turned and looked at me, and smiled.