Anniversary Trip ch.4 - Paula's Bi Interlude - Sex Stories

Anniversary Trip ch.4 - Paula's Bi Interlude

... me as we passed. My husband loved it and so did I. Later, we were having a drink in one of the many lounges and listening to the live music. I noticed that Gordon was staring at an attractive brunette at a nearby table. I was about to say something when he turned to me: &#034Paula, see that brunette across the aisle, the one with the short skirt and tight blouse.&#034 &#034I see her. You've been staring at her for ten minutes.&#034 &#034Watch her.&#034 It wasn't a request; it was a command. As I watched, I saw her turn in her seat to face the aisle so that her legs moved out from under the table. She crossed her legs exposing a wide expanse of thigh. A few moments later, she reached across the table to take sip of her drink. The motion pulled her skirt even higher on her legs. Some bare skin above the top of her stocking was now in sight. &#034She's flashing. I should know&#034, I said smiling. &#034I know she's flashing. She's been doing it for 15 minutes now. But not like you flash. Keep watching.&#034 A couple of minutes later, a young man around 22 or so approached the woman, smiled, and spoke to her. She looked at him but said nothing. When the man started to sit down beside her, she did speak. Although neither of us could hear her, the effect on the man was immediate. He quickly pushed himself to his feet and hurried off, his face red with embarrassment. Turning to my husband, I asked, &#034What the hell was that all about?&#034 &#034That's the third guy she's blow ...

... off. Keeping watching her.&#034 After the young man had hurried away, the brunette tugged her skirt back down and turned so that her legs were again under the table. &#034Well, it looks like she's not going to let that happen again&#034, I remarked. &#034You think so? Wanna bet? Watch.&#034 For a few minutes, nothing happened. Then, the woman bent over to get something from her handbag which rested on the floor beside her chair. When she straightened, I saw it immediately. &#034Look at that! She's opened two buttons on her blouse. Half of her tits are hanging out.&#034 &#034They are. Almost to the nipples&#034, my husband observed. I wasn't surprised that he had noticed a woman showing off her big breasts, but I was surprised at his tone. He seemed more angry than excited. Every man that walked by the woman's table paused to look down at her exposed tits. There was hardly anyway they could miss them as she had pulled the blouse even further open. Most of the men pretended not to look; some looked openly. Finally, one man stopped, smiled, and spoke to the brunette. She turned toward him so that he had an even better view. Taking this as an obvious invitation, he sat down. A moment later, the woman spoke to him again. This time, his reaction was the same as that of the previous young man. He got up in a huff and stormed off. Gordon and I watched her for another half hour. She kept up the action for the entire time, exposing her legs, or her breasts, or once even opening her legs ...