Hi Guys!
Today I love to present you a wonderful hot story about a naughty exhibitionist adventure of me in Paris. An adventure what has been taken only in the mind of the the writer “froggy” but which could have been taken in exact the same way in real. I love the mind games of what is real and what is fantasy … so let your mind playing when reading the story!
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Girl on a Bridge
I was sightseeing on the Pont des Arts with the goal in mind of heading to the left bank for dinner, but dinner would be delayed this cool, breezy evening over the River Seine as strolling casually toward me was a striking red head wearing a flowing, gauzy, off-shouldered dress the fading sun shone clearly through.
What a gorgeous sight to feast upon, and many did, stopping in their tracks to watch her progress.
She seemed in no hurry I’m happy to say, and unable to refrain from gawking, I watched as she leaned sensually against the railing with little regard for how much leg and more my friend the wind revealed. Immediately several tourist types readied their phones and cameras to capture the moment.
As she moved slowly along the railing, she pushed some hair behind one ear, and noticed the attention she was getting. I expected her to frown and move quickly away, perhaps thinking what creeps we all are…
I was more than pleasantly surprised when she offered up a radiant smile, tossing her hair playfully over the opposite shoulder, and, leaning both arms against the railing, arched her back to display the shape of the most wonderful derrière on this planet. As if summoned by the collective gaggle of on-lookers, a breeze caught her flowing hem lifting it just high enough to confirm it was truly a fantastic bum.
The reaction was audible. And precipitated several hopeful and bolder individuals to move into a better position anticipating more help from brother breeze.
But we needed no arbitrary Parisian spring winds, no gusts from tour boats drifting slowly beneath… for I could hardly believe what I was seeing as she intentionally reached around with one hand and began inching her dress higher and higher until her long, ivory legs and perfectly formed bare bottom glowed in the soft, late afternoon light.
Dropping her hem, she then gathered her hair in one hand near her shoulder and walked purposefully across the roadway heading toward the other side railing, and… toward me!
I froze in place. My pulse began to race. Was she coming to talk to me? What would I say to this lovely vision so cooly able to show herself in a public place where people were aware, and watching, and taking photos?
About five feet from me she nonchalantly dropped the one strap holding up her dress and let it fall all too glacially to her waist. Her bare, perky breasts bounced ever so gently as she pulled her red hair forward over both shoulders, glancing sideways at me and winking as she passed, leaning backwards against the near railing, and lit the growing twilight with a happy smile.
This was really happening! And I was oh so happy to be there to witness it.
What happened next though was truly amazing. A small crowd had gathered at a respectful distance. You could tell she was comfortable with it, enjoying giving herself to an adoring audience. At that moment she gave her dress a little tug and it fell, pooling at her feet, leaving her completely nude. Stepping out of it, she slowly executed several practiced poses for us to enjoy and photograph. My favorite was of her bending over as if to unbuckle the strap of one shoe while her straight legs served as pedestal for the trophy that was her sumptuous rear.
And there were several others almost as good. I liked them all, and happily she cycled back through each pose to please us all.
So caught up in this serendipitous visual serenade I failed to notice the lean guy with the video camera who I realize now had been there all along capturing her exhibition from the outset. I think I saw him give her a slight nod, and she bent to pick up her dress and began walking toward the Quai d’Orsay while dropping it smoothly over her head.
While we were collectively disappointed to see her leave, we were truly pleased she chose this time and place for all of us to enjoy.
©️ froggy
