Night after Wales won the Grand Slam - Sex Stories

Night after Wales won the Grand Slam

... a round of shots, passed one to her admirer, and then swung around with a glass in each hand and with her braless cleavage distinctly noticeable. Now really getting into the swing of things, she winked before seductively looking down to see how much was showing. Seeing how much cleavage was visible, she simply pursed her lips in a kissy way, straitened her back, tempting much more of her beautifully formed cleavage to show as she shuffled towards me. I was on cloud nine as she took her seat, deftly undid the button, and pulled my head to hers planting a very delicious long kiss on my lips. Sometime later the Frenchman approached, and insisted on buying us a drink and asked if we wished to join them. Mandy was certainly very flattered and simply drew her jacket together. My heart pounded at this unforeseen opportunity as we continued chatting for several very minutes. While she was teasingly considering his invitation, the inevitable happened. Her body movements caused her jacket to loosen sufficiently, to reveal one of her gorgeous jutting breasts. In true gentlemanly fashion, he just enjoyed what my amazing wife was showing until the drinks were served when she eventually politely declined his invitation. When he was ready to finally move back to his friends, he said “I love the Welsh” and managed to persuade Mandy to let me take a photo of them with his phone. Posing together with his arm around her waist in such a way, to make her nipple completely visible for the photo. ...

... Both now in a very high state of euphoria, Mandy remained with her jacket unbuttoned for the rest of the evening only pulled it closed when it became too obvious. Eventually most of the patrons had left, it was time to leave and head back to our cottage for what I knew would be an amazing all-nighter. As Mandy stood and buttoned her jacket ready to leave, I deftly undid it, suggesting we say goodnight to the French group. Mandy was so turned on she needed no encouragement, so approached them clutching her bag under her right elbow and used her right hand to hold her jacket to cover herself. As we arrived the Frenchman immediately stood and introduced his guests. Then saying our good nights, our French friend moved to shake Mandy’s hand giving her the ideal opportunity to release her jacket. The other three quickly rose to the occasion offering friendly handshakes, no doubt to take advantage of the view of Mandy’s now almost totally exposed boobs as she leaned forward. Whist walking to the foyer the Frenchman approached us again, inviting us both to join them for some drinks at their hotel, which we had to decline as we had plans of our own. The disappointed Frenchman the said “Perhaps a good night kiss then” inviting a sensual response. Mandy just moved close to the guy she had teased all night, and brought her lips to his for a deep French kiss. He looked at me for approval, as he nervously slid his hand up to cup to her unrestricted willing breasts. How could I deny her the ...