Bastille Day Ch. 04

"I didn't, but it wasn't me who took off her skirt in the bathroom and started to unbutton her blouse."

Petra nodded with a grin, then Marge also nodded slightly with a wry smile, remarking in self-defense:

"But I didn't know what would happen, and certainly not what did."

"Just a small orgy, or two or three," I replied with a conciliatory smile.

Marge snorted with another wry smile, nodding and admitting:

"Maybe I did want to know what might happen."

"Oh, it was all good," Petra replied, then smirking and adding with a glance down at my cock:

"Just didn't get to play with it as much as I wanted."

"Your own fault for remembering that you wanted Marge to know what was so good. Also kept me for sucking your perky breasts."

Her nipples popped out again. She grinned and nodded, glancing down at them - also at my cock again. Marge snorted, wrinkling her nose, but then grinned and remarked:

"You two, ... but I guess that is part of our being here. Hmm! And I am in no position to complain."

We all smiled, nodding. Petra remarked softly:

"We sure didn't expect it to be like this, Anna and I, also our friends. Thanks for introducing us."

Marge smiled with a nod, replying:

"Then it's all my fault."

"Probably not; they said that they had already seen us; you just made it easier."

We all smiled again. Petra started to get up, adding:

"I'll go tell them. Oh, they think maybe we shouldn't meet in the bar and then go off. We'll call your room, probably about eight."

"Coat and tie?" I asked.

"I'll ask them, tell you then."

We all smiled again, and Marge and I watched her leave, the delightful view of a young woman, completely unconcerned that she was totally naked, her perky breasts moving a little. Marge and I glance at each other, snorting with wry smiles. She remarked:

"I'd want to suck them, too."

"Why not? ... Left one or right one?" and we snickred with grins.

We sunned some more and then decided to explore the nudist shopping area. The first week, we had been shy of being naked anywhere except on the beach, surprised to hear from others that people went shopping that way. We had also been surprised to see families with young teenagers on the beach, boys with their first pubic hairs, and girls with just budding breasts. When we saw the first boy like that, obviously totally unaroused, I had to snort and told Marge:

"At that age - is he twelve or thirteen? - mine stuck out whenever I thought about it, and sometimes when I didn't."

"Hmm! In school?"

"Um-hmm. I wasn't the only boy who always had a book to hold in front of it."

"Hm-hmm! Maybe I should have been looking?"

"Hope none of the girls in my school were."

So we went to the shops, still a little surprised to be so close to other naked persons, almost all the women shaven and many of the men too. Marge whispered to me that they didn't have to hear us speaking English to know that we were foreigners. We also wondered that naked people would want to shop for anything except food, especially for clothing.

We returned to our room and showered, agreeing that we both thought we had done enough the night before, despite our washing each other, then agreeing to nap. We lay on our backs, our legs overlapping, but just to keep in contact, and dozed off. Having had sex with three women the night before and spending most of the day in the sun made that easy.

Eventually we woke up, and Marge suggested having coffee from the boiler and packets of instant coffee on the desk. It was rather surprising how normal it had become to be naked with her after a week, despite having enjoyed more sex with her than I had during my honeymoon thirty years before, and with the expectation that we would have more. As she handed me my cup on a saucer, offering sugar or cream, with all the formality appropriated to a much different situation, she smirked with a snort and remarked:

"No reason to forget good manners."

"Just what I was thinking. Thank you. Just sugar, please."

She nodded with a smile and held out the basket with sugar and coffee whitener. She sat down with her cup, and we stirred and then smiled and drank, both snorting at our polite after-dinner-coffee manners. That, however, didn't keep her from making a comment that wasn't so appropriate to after-dinner conversation, but maybe it was - about after dinner the coming evening. She snorted slightly and said:

"I wonder how serious the men were, when they mentioned that they would have liked to have been with us yesterday evening."

Her tone and noncommittal expression were, on the other hand, those of a person opening an after-dinner conversation. I knew immediately what she was referring to and replied in the same tenor, without snorting:

"I don't know; seems like a sort of natural response to the girls' telling them about it. You know: the obvious thing to say, showing their interest that it had been good."

We continued our conversation in the same even tone, as though we were discussing our impressions of something we had seen somewhere. Marge replied:

"Yes, I guess so; of course. Better than snickering and saying something about just the four of us."

"Um-hmm, and what we did just invited the suggestion that they could have joined in."

"I suppose it did."

We had a sip of coffee. After a moment, she continued:

"I was wondering if it was a suggestion about tonight, after dinner. He's treating."

"That occurred to me, too. I was thinking we would have a quiet evening together, ... well, maybe not entirely quiet."

Marge nodded with a smile and replied:

"Me too, not that it all wasn't good last night, just a bit much, a lot more than I ever anticipated."

"Um-hmm, for me, too."

We both smiled and had another sip, and then were silent for a moment. Then I murmured:

"Want me to be honest?"

She nodded with a quizzical expression.

"When Petra said that, I did wonder if it might happen - not tonight - but if they - all four of them - might have agreed that that we all could do something together."

"You would want to?"

"Well, I can't do more than I can do, and we all agreed that we thought too much one-on-one was maybe not a good idea."

"Um-hmm, true, and we broke that barrier last night."

"It wasn't much of a barrier, even for you, and apparently not for the girls."

"I had already sprung, before I recognized that it was one, as I mentioned this morning - not as monogamist as I thought."

"Opportunity makes thieves - for me, too."

"Um-hmm, apparently. ... A little funny to realized that about myself."

"And funny that it is assumed that men are generally more like that."

"Um-hmm."

Marge nodded with slight smile, and we drank again. After another moment of silence, she asked:

"And if their remark was a suggestion, turns out to be one this evening?"

"Whatever you want. We could plead off that we need a night's sleep."

"And see if the offer still stands?"

"If you want it to? ... I would."

"Um-hmm; you told us what you would want to do."

"And she did too, ... and you seconded the motion."

Marge smiled wryly with a sniff, nodding slightly, after a moment replying:

"What you said, but I agree with her, too."

"I think you told us that last night."

"Guess I did; it's true."

She smirked slightly. When I crossed my legs, she snorted with another smirk, adding:

"No fear; I'm not going to now. Better to wait and see what happens; can't think of a really polite way to refuse, if they suggest something."

"If we want to then."

She nodded slightly with small smile, and we finished our coffee. She collected our cups, again in the manner of a hostess after dinner, and suggested:

"I guess we should get dressed like normal people."

I nodded, suppressing my urge to say something about how normal going nude was or that it wasn't abnormal. Instead, I remarked:

"By then - by later this evening - we probably will, here, if not with them."

She nodded with a soft chuckle, replying:

"That occurred to me, too: the alternative to too much just one-on-one."

We both smiled and started dressing. Petra called and said that a dress shirt but no tie or jacket would be appropriate and that the men had reserved a table for eight thirty. As we left our room, I asked Marge the men's names:

"Ron, the one with dark hair and glasses; and William, 'Willy'. Yes, he knows what that's a British expression for."

We chuckled. As we waited for the elevator, she surprised me, asking:

"And if they don't? You know, don't suggest something?"

"Hmm? Maybe we can survive a night just together, maybe not even do anything."

"Hmm! To prove that we can?"

Luckily, the elevator was empty, and I could continue our conversation:

"If you want to. Hm-hmm! Maybe watching each other, ... since I know that I'll want to do something."

"Hmmm! I'm like Petra; I'd rather play with it than watch you."

"Whatever? If they don't, we can suggest something for tomorrow, champagne in our room to return their hospitality."

"Hmm! After Saturday, they should know what that suggests."

We were still smirking when the elevator door opened. Ron and Willy with Petra and Anna were waiting for us, all looking a little unusual in more formal clothes. Ron greeted us first, saying how nice it was that we had accepted his invitation for dinner. We thanked him, and I congratulated him on his good luck at the casino. He smiled and said that he had a good memory for numbers and cards and usually was lucky at blackjack. No one mentioned anything else about the previous evening, and we set off. I wondered if it was only by chance that Marge was walking between the men and I, between the girls.

The restaurant was indeed better than that in the hotel. Ron sat at one end of the table between Marge and Anna. I was next to her and Willy across from me, with Petra sitting at the other end of the table. Ron insisted that we order anything we wanted from the menu, suggesting that he was going to have something that was more expensive. When Willy and the girls also chose something further down the page, Marge and I also did. Ron deferred to the sommelier's suggestion for a good wine and insisted that we have an aperitif while we waited for our meal.

While we waited and during the meal there was very little talk about our vacation, only that we were glad we were there, but with no references to nudity or implications about sexual activity. Ron did mention that his invitation was also to thank Marge for introducing him and Willy to the girls, all of us smiling and nodding and raising our glasses and drinking in response.

Of course, we had a second bottle of wine. Otherwise, the conversation was about what each of us did at home: small talk, all of us finding something nice to say. I wondered if Literotica would be mentioned, but apparently the girls had already heard how the group had met - of course, the first thing they would have asked.

As we were finishing eating, there was a lull in the conversation, all of us glancing around the table as though to suggest that someone else should say something. I wondered if both Anna's and Petra's sweet smiles at me were more than just sweet, thinking that they would know if Ron might suggest how the evening could continue. Marge's smile at me was accompanied by an almost imperceptible shrug, which I returned. Then Willy and the girls were all looking at Ron, Marge and I then also looking at him. I thought it appropriate to thank him for his hospitality, including all the others with a glance around the table. He replied that it had been his pleasure and was glad that we had had such a compatible evening, asking if anyone wanted coffee or cognac to finish the meal.

No one did, and he beckoned for the bill, giving the waiter his credit card. While we waited for the waiter to return, we complimented the meal and his generosity, exchanging smiles again. This time, however, Petra's smile was accompanied by a nudge of my foot. When I glanced at Marge and saw one of her eyebrows rise slightly, I wondered if Ron or Willy had also nudged her foot. Which one, if one had? My eyebrow also moved. If one had, she could surmise that my response was because Petra had. Had she a favorite between Ron and Willy? During the meal, I hadn't noticed any special interest either way. Or was it all a team effort? Or was I imagining things, wanting to? I nudged Petra's foot without looking at her, and she, mine again.

Promising?! A night with her alone would be very nice!

The waiter returned. We avoided watching Ron sign the credit card slip, then thanking him again. Did I just imagine that he glanced at Willy, and that he nodded slightly? Had Marge returned his nudge of her foot? Oh! Or had she initiated it?" The waiter left. Ron put the bill and his credit card in his wallet, then looked up, hesitating for a moment, glancing around the table. Obviously, it was his move to say something. Did he get supporting smiles from Willy and the girls? I didn't look, just saw him nod slightly.

Then I was surprised; Willy spoke:

"Uh, ... I didn't lose all my money last night and bought a bottle of champagne. If you don't have anything better to do, ..." he was glancing at Marge and then at me: " ... it would be nice to share it with you, ... sort of as my little contribution to your ..." he glanced at Marge again: " ... introducing us to Anna and Petra."

I felt Petra nudge my foot again, as I looked at Marge, seeing a slight movement of her lips that maybe only I recognized as the slightest of smirks. After a week together, I had a lot of experience with her facial expressions. The others were all looking at us with positive expressions, and Petra nudged my foot again. I smiled slightly and nodded to Marge to reply. She turned to Willy and did:

"That would be nice," and looked at me, adding: "don't you think?"

"Of course. Also my good luck that you introduced them, that I could also enjoy this nice dinner for your initiative."

I smiled at the others, feeling Petra's foot again and wondering if the movement of her lips was the suggestion of a smirk or pursing slightly to suggest a kiss. Ron smiled broadly and said that he had hoped we would agree. Marge and I nodded. Then she suggested that maybe we all should use the restrooms in the restaurant. We all nodded and got up.

In the men's room, the three of us standing at the urinals, Willy and Ron glanced at me with slight smirks, and Ron remarked:

"You both surprised us last night, very pleasantly."

"We surprised ourselves, just as pleasantly."

We all chuckled. Willy commented:

"The girls, too; surprised and pleasantly."

"Hmm! We're all very lucky, me especially."

"Not just you," they both replied with grins.

We zipped up and left the restroom, waiting for the women, who soon joined us, all of us smirking slightly. On the walk back to the hotel, I was between and Marge and Petra, who both took my arm, following Anna between Willy and Ron. We didn't say much, just agreeing that it had been a very nice meal and that Willy's offer was also nice. I wondered if the women had had a similar conversation in the restroom, and then wondered how we would get our clothes off.

Would one of them immediately suggest that it was uncomfortable to have them on? Wait till we had had a first sip of Willy's champagne? Or would they be expecting Marge or me to make the first move to indicate that we understood and agreed to do more? Petra had sure indicated that she anticipated that she wanted to, that she assumed that we all would. What was Marge thinking?

At the elevators, we let another couple go up alone, the six of us again smirking slightly as we waited. Then we crowded into the next elevator, all standing so that we faced each other. Only then did I notice that the top button of Marge's blouse was undone. The second one, since the top one had been open all evening. She must have undone it as we were getting in the elevator. The others also noticed, smiling with slight nods. Ron remarked to her:

"You're right; we've been overdressed for too long."

We all snickered with smirks and undid a button of two of our shirts and blouses. When we saw that there was no one in the corridor to the Ron's and Willy's room, we snorted and continued to unbutton as we went to their door. While one of them was unlocking the door, the rest of us were pulling our shirts and blouses free of our pants and skirts. In the room, we immediately slipped out of our shoes or sandals and took off our pants and skirts. Someone turned off the overhead light and turned on the bedside lights. They hung theirs in the closet, and Marge and I draped ours over the back of the chair. Then we faced each other with smirks and took off our shirts and blouses, smiling as we men looked at their breasts, and they smiling with nods as they felt their nipples pop out in response. Again, they hung their things up, and Marge and I hung ours on the chair. Facing each other again, we all stripped off our underpants - the girls' thongs. They all landed on the desk.

"That's better," Ron remarked as he unselfconsciously jostled his cock and balls after their confinement in his jockey shorts. Willy and I did the same - I, a little less unselfconsciously, especially when I noticed Petra watching me.

"Champagne," Willy remarked and got his bottle from the mini-bar. The girls collected the glasses, six of them, obviously in anticipation that Marge and I would join them. Willy opened the bottle carefully with just a little pop and poured. We all took a glass, smiling, smirking, and drank. Ron mentioned that they didn't like to sit on the bedspreads, and they quickly pulled them back. He gestured for us to sit on them, facing each other between them, sitting like we had walked from the restaurant.

We had gotten our clothes off, but now what? We all had another sip, apparently sharing the same question. Petra had told us what the men thought would be a nice idea, but we men would need a little "inspiration" to join in. She had also told us what she wanted to do with me, with my "willy", and I had told her that I wanted to suck her perky breasts. We had another sip, and then Marge said something in German to the girls. They smiled, smirked, and replied, the three of them speaking a couple of times. We men exchanged quizzical smiles. Marge said something in German, and the girls nodded with smirking smiles. Marge looked at us men with her own smirking smile and said:

"If she hasn't already told you, Petra want's to play with his cock."

Petra nodded with a grin. Her hand was already on my thigh and crept up closer to my cock. We all snorted with nods, and my cock moved, as she and I exchanged smiles. Willy asked:

"And Anna?" smiling over at her.

"She thinks that's a good idea," Marge replied

"What? Playing with it too?"

"Hm-hmm! Maybe, but I think she meant that Petra could."

Anna nodded with a grin and remarked:

"Both ways, but she let me go first last night."

The men chuckled with broad grins, and Petra's hand slid further, and my cock filled. We all watched her fingers slip around it. More softer chuckles, and Marge murmured:

"I like to play with it, too."

Anna nodded and glanced at the men on either side of her, grinning. As her hands moved to grasp their now handful sized cocks, she remarked:

"I would too, but if Petra wants to, one of these - both of these - are just as good."

"Just one!" Marge replied: "I want one too."

We all snickered with grins, and Petra demonstrated what she liked with mine, rubbing the skin up and down, now able to move her hand further. Anna's hands couldn't do as much; she grasped the bases of their now also more aroused cocks and did what she could. Ron and Willy glanced at each other with grins, and Ron remarked: