Foreign Affairs

by Jacqueline George

  On the stage, with their naked white bodies shining in the spotlights, two pretty and nude girls were starting to undress a blonde man. Tim recognised the smaller girl, lightly built and with short blonde hair, from the magazine. The other was a little taller with a more substantial figure. Curly brown hair fell to her shoulders. The two of them kept up a stream of admiring comments as they uncovered their man's finer points. They slid his jeans and underpants off to show his penis hanging limply. The girls knelt on either side of him and clung to his thighs. They pressed themselves against him and ran their hands over his chest and stomach before starting to tease him lower down. With caresses, they encouraged his growing cock to stand up and point at the audience.

  Tim watched fascinated as the girls delighted in their toy. He had never had the chance to study another man's erect penis and was struck by its awkward size and vulnerability. Dulcina seemed to have no such thoughts and cuddled up to him happily. Her hand crept into his lap and held him tightly.

  On stage, the drama continued. Now that they had something to play with, the two girls admired its size and stiffness and described their affection for it out loud so that everybody could share their joy. Long female fingers with painted nails traced its length and dived down to circle the furry pouch beneath. They rested their heads against the man's hips and studied the object of their admiration very closely. Tim felt the audience move to the edge of its seat as the girls’ faces came closer and closer together. Experimentally, they placed small kisses on the shaft between them and then, abandoning any attempt at talking to the audience, threw themselves into licking and sucking along it. The man, standing as still as a statue and resting his hands lightly on the two heads operating below, closed his eyes and sighed loudly. Face to face, the girls worked their way near to the tip and back again, interspersing their kisses with exclamations of delight.

  It seemed to Tim that under their continuous attention, the man's sex had grown even larger and its head swelled to a fiercer purple red. Tim wondered how he could stand the excitement. Pulling back on his shaft, the girls fully revealed the enlarged plum and started licking it. Their pink tongues circled and flickered over its tip, leaving only to play with each other for an instant before returning. The man's panting mounted and the crisis they had been provoking could not be long delayed.

  Just when matters seemed to have reached the limit of control, the man's fingers clenched in the girls' hair, and he pulled them away. They sat back heavily on the floor, reaching out with despairing hands for their toy. He stood for a moment between them, legs astride and dominant, before he fell on the blonde girl. Wrenching her legs apart, he knelt between them and plunged headfirst to feast on her pussy. Her friend moved to kneel beside her and lifted her head and shoulders onto her lap. They both stared at the head working forcefully between her slim thighs. The audience was riveted as the girl's face softened and she started to moan.

  The assault on her sex rapidly overwhelmed her. Draped over her friend's knees, her limp form invited the audience to stare. With half closed eyes, she gave herself to the sensations welling up inside her. She was talking incoherently, sharing her feelings. Careful not to obscure the view, the brown haired girl took one of her friend's nipples between finger and thumb and started twisting it. The effect was immediate and the blonde head started to roll from side to side as the girl surrendered herself to the urgings of her tortured sex. Tim could not to tear his eyes away from the scene in front of them. It seemed impossible the girl could resist any longer the tongue burrowing into her heart. She lifted her hips rhythmically against it and moans were being wrung from her by either agony or extreme pleasure. The torment racked her for impossibly long minutes until spasms galvanised her whole frame and her climax took her.

  Tension faded in the audience, and the man knelt up, wiping his face. The blonde's eyes opened, and a smile spread over her face. She looked down at the erect cock springing from the man's lap. “Give it to me,” she begged. Shuffling forward between her legs, the man pushed his tip into the waiting entrance. Her response was extravagant, and her hips started to buck as she gasped out her emotions to her friend and the audience. Limited by the awkwardness of his position and not wanting to hide anything by moving closer, the man moved with only short thrusts. His mate did not seem to care. In the grip of delight, waves of sensation washing over her, she sighed and called out her joy. Her friend twisted and pulled her nipple again to encourage the mounting excitement. Slowly and skillfully, the two lovers allowed their tempo to build up.

  Their fervour communicated itself to the spectators, and Tim felt Dulcina gripping him hard. He reached out a hand for her knees, meaning to slide up between them to her furry mound. As soon as she felt the touch of his fingers, Dulcina slipped forward to the edge of her seat and opened her legs. Tim dipped his fingers into her wetness. He slid two fingers into her and she pressed her head against his shoulder, panting quietly. On stage, the drama was reaching its climax. As they watched, the man stiffened, and the muscles of his neck stood out. His fingers pressed into the thighs that surrounded him, and he grunted with each thrust. With shrill cries and a flurry of movement, the girl reached her summit. For a moment, the three of them were frozen in an ecstatic tableau, then the lights went out.

  In the instant before the house lights went up, Dulcina grabbed Tim's wrist and snatched his hand out of her. When he could see again, she had sat back in her seat and was demurely smoothing her skirt over her knees. In front of them the stage was bare and people were starting to leave.

  They elected to stay, and Dulcina moved them forward to take seats right against the stage. “I wonder if that was real,” she pondered, “It cannot be possible to be like that every night.”

  “Who can tell?” Tim was reluctant to question the illusion.

  Dulcina was more practical. “Perhaps the woman came properly. It would be very exciting to do such a thing with everybody watching. And perhaps the man also. Once every night is possible and perhaps he does not work on Sunday. But he would have to give up any girl friends and live like a monk, or possibly it would not work one night.”

  “If that's what monks do, I think I'll join up.” Tim looked around at the rest of the audience. They were mostly single men, a silent lot of all ages. A quiet couple sat behind them hand in hand, but when he looked around, they avoided his eyes. They had only a short wait before the house lights dimmed again, and the stage became an island of light.

  After a few moments in which the audience settled themselves and quietened down, the blonde girl walked in from the back of the room and stepped onto the stage. She was simply dressed in a tee-shirt and faded jeans.

  “Bonsoir, je m'appelle Julie.” She had the hard job of warming up the emotions of her spectators to the point where they would be calling for action. Tim translated into whispered Spanish. “I'm waiting for Suzette. Have you seen her? She's a pretty girl, I'm sure you would have noticed her. About this tall, with brown hair about this long. And a good figure, too. Much more up here than I've got.” She cupped her breasts and held them up to the audience. “Yes, the poor girl has great big breasts. But really, people don't like big breasts, do they? Do you?” She caught an answer from the stalls. “You do? You mean you don't like mine because they're too small? Ha! I think I will go away now.” As she started to leave, the audience called happily for her to stay.

  “You just want me to stay because you think I'll take my clothes off, don't you? Well, I thought so. You've been rude about my breasts and I'm hurt. I've always liked them.” She turned her back and made a show of pulling up her shirt to look at her breasts. “They're very beautiful,” she called out over her shoulder. “I like them very much. Do you want me to turn round? Are you sure?” She dropped her shirt and turned back to them. “What are you complaining about? You wanted me to turn round, and here I am. Oh, I see. You wanted to look at my breasts. After you've been so rude about them, now you want to look at them.”

  She g
ave no sign of satisfying the calls from the audience and instead sat on the edge of the stage with her feet dangling. Tim enjoyed her presence only a couple of metres away. She was pretty in a pert sort of way and despite her complaints, her figure looked delightful. But what made the audience really give her their hearts was that indefinable aura that only a real actor or a complete innocent can bring to the stage. She might be acting in the simplest of playlets, but she was the leading lady, and the audience would believe in her.

  She started to ask again after Suzette but then turned her attention to her admirers. She asked a couple of the men their names before turning to Dulcina.

  Tim answered for her. “She's called Dulcina, and she comes from Chile.”

  “Chile? Oh-oh! Very hot girls come from Chile. Does she like Paris?”

  “What's she saying? What's she saying?” Dulcina asked urgently.

  Without answering her, Tim called out, “She says Paris is very interesting, and she likes you very much.”

  “Tell her I think she's very pretty, too. Look, here comes Suzette. Bonsoir, Suzette. I'm over here. Perhaps I will ask her to show you her breasts instead,” she added in a stage whisper.

  While Tim was translating, in came the brown-haired girl. During the break, she had dressed up. In a short skirt, blouse, stockings and patent leather heels, she looked very attractive as she stepped into the spotlights to the admiring comments of her friend. In no time, she was introduced to members of the audience and to Dulcina. “She comes from Chile and she likes me, so you must leave her alone.” Dulcina's eyes widened when Tim translated.

  The playlet moved into its next act as Julie asked why she was dressed so smartly and found out that she had a date with her friend Stanislaw. He would take her out for a meal and then back to his apartment where they would make love all night. But Stanislaw would not come for another half an hour, so Julie started to explain how the entire audience had been waiting for Suzette because they wanted, most of all and above everything, to be allowed to see her breasts. It was several minutes before Julie's entreaties persuaded her to loosen her blouse and drop it from her shoulders. The lacy brassiere beneath showed a promising fullness. To the frustration of the audience, Julie turned Suzette around and showed them only her back. Everyone watched as her hands reached round for the brassiere clasp and released her friend's breasts from their confinement. Julie held them, weighing them in her hands and describing them lovingly over Suzette's shoulder. Eventually the calls of the audience became too much, and she turned Suzette around and displayed at the front of the stage. Her breasts were round and full with prominent brown nipples.

  Not surprisingly, it was not enough. Julie and the audience called for more, and Suzette had to be talked out of her skirt. When she was standing in only suspender belt, stockings and panties, they still bayed for more. Julie pushed her into the centre of the stage and knelt in front of her to pull the panties down. Again the audience could not see what it wished for, this time because Julie's head was in the way and she seemed to be closely absorbed in what she had uncovered. At last she moved aside to let everyone see the plump sex with its trim of short black hair. Suzette walked to and fro along the front of the stage, and not an eye stirred from the pouting lips below. Dulcina's hand returned to Tim's lap, but she held his between her knees. “Not yet,” she whispered.

  It was Julie's turn next. Unable to wait, Suzette stripped her rapidly. She tore off Julie’s tee-shirt and jeans and found Julie wore no panties—for convenience, she explained, mimicking Dulcina's comment back at the hotel. For a moment the girls stood facing the audience with an arm about each other's waists. Then they started to kiss, to caress and fondle until they were both on the floor making love to each other.

  As they writhed about in their search for more stimulation, they kept up an incessant flow of moans and exclamations. Tim noticed that whatever they did, whatever parts of their bodies were in actual contact, they never obstructed the view from the stalls. From their front seats they could see in great detail everything the actresses did to each other. It was very exciting, and Dulcina's hand crushed him uncomfortably.

  The two girls worked their way along the front of the stage so that everybody could see and yearn for their wanton bodies. Then they turned their attention to Dulcina. Julie suddenly rolled to the very edge of the stage and, reaching out her legs, placed her feet on the seat back on either side of Dulcina's shoulders. Between her thighs, fine pink lips glistened wetly under the blonde curls. She was moaning and rolling her hips.

  “She wants you to kiss her,” Tim translated. Without hesitation, Dulcina dived forward. Her hands reached under the widely spread thighs to grip Julie's hips, and with tongue extended, she plunged like a bee into an open flower. Tim was transfixed as she lapped at its petals and reached out to explore deeper. Julie's sighing and disjointed comments to her friend let everyone know how much she enjoyed it

  Suzette drew Julie back, and Dulcina turned to Tim with her face wet and eyes sparkling. “She is very, very good,” Julie announced, and drew a round of applause from the crowd. The girls returned to their play and were soon drawing wails of pleasure from each other. They were well on their way to a joint climax when there was a disturbance at the back of the room.

  A line of Japanese tourists was ushered in and took their places in the empty row of seats at the side of the stage. They looked close to caricatures of themselves with their togetherness and their cameras. They were mostly older people and included several women. They stared in confused fascination at Suzette's bottom pumping up and down over Julie's face. In spite of the distraction, the girls' lovemaking continued, and the crescendo of noise announced that they had arrived at where they had wanted to be. They sat with their arms around each other when Stanislaw appeared at the back of the room.

  He came onto the stage, and the girls made him the centre of their attention. His clothes, too, had to be removed, and Tim recognised the place in the play where they had come in. It made no difference. He happily suspended his disbelief and revelled in the make-believe.

  The sequence continued much as before. The girls got Stanslaw's penis to stand up, and they showed him off to their Japanese friends. Smiling, the men exchanged comments and took photographs. The women remained inscrutable, and the rest of the world never knew how Stanislaw's instrument compared to what they had to play with. Then Julie stopped her licking and invited Dulcina onto the stage. She stood on her seat and stepped into the light. With Julie holding her hand, she sank to her knees in front of Stanislaw. Her clothed figure seemed out of place as she knelt looking at his engorged sex. Holding it steady with one hand, she slipped her mouth over it.

  The girls encouraged her and at the same time watched Stanislaw carefully. He was sighing with eyes closed and swayed on his feet. It did not take long before they judged he was getting too excited too soon, and they gently pulled Dulcina away. Giving her a kiss and a squeeze, Julie guided her back to her seat.

  Dulcina laid her head on Tim's shoulder and reached into his lap to hold him again. When he reached for her knees, he found them open to welcome him, and again she slid forward in her seat. Perched on the edge, she opened her legs widely, forcing the leather skirt up to the top of her thighs. She was oblivious to the glances directed at her centre by other members of the audience, and sighed happily when Tim slipped two fingers into her. “Slow down,” she whispered. “I don't want to come yet.”

  On stage, Stanislaw had decided it was Suzette's turn to receive his attentions, and with her head in Julie's lap, she relished the vigorous licking and probing of her open sex. Her enjoyment was not hindered by the camera flashes of the Japanese recording the occasion for the folks back home.

  Once Stanislaw had pleasured his partner with his tongue, he again departed from the script. He drew his partner to the front of the stage and, jumping down to the floor, stood between her knees as she sat on the edge. Carefully, she pulled him between her open thighs and embedded h
is cock inside her. Throwing her arms and legs around him, she let him lift her from the stage and carry her across to the Japanese.

  Their arrival caused great excitement. Stanislaw selected a substantial-looking man and laid Suzette on his lap. The man's wife leaned over to look more closely, their neighbours stood up to see better, and in a moment, nothing could be seen of the two actors but Stanislaw's bottom pumping between Suzette's encircling legs. There was an orgy of camera flashes and chattering until Stanislaw decided they had seen enough. Showing considerable strength, he put his hands under Suzette's bottom and lifted her back up. They returned to the stage with her clinging to him and his stiff shaft still lodged inside her. He laid her down with her head in Julie's lap and started making love in earnest.

  Again Dulcina snatched Tim's hand away as the house lights went up. “We have seen it now. I think we should go.” They made their way out, weaving through the Japanese crowded into the small lobby, waiting for their tour bus to carry them off to another Parisian landmark. As they stepped onto the street, someone behind called out for Dulcina. It was Stanislaw. He and Julie hurried out behind them.

  Stanislaw seemed concerned. “Why are you going now?” he asked in heavily accented French. “The last show is special, and you will enjoy it. Please come back—it will not cost you anything.” Tim was uncertain, not knowing what to think.

  Julie addressed herself to Dulcina. “Come back with me. I'll make sure you'll love it this time so you'll never forget.”

  Dulcina did not understand a word, but the message was perfectly clear. She put her arm in Julie's, and they all turned back. Julie made room for them in the seats they had just left. They waited alone, wondering what would happen this time.

  The house lights dimmed, and Suzette came onto the stage wearing a simple dress and started to tease the audience. She followed the same script as Julie earlier in the evening, but of course, she felt insulted by the audience because her breasts were too big. In spite of having seen the same thing only half an hour before, both Tim and Dulcina were caught up in the magic of the theatre again. Suzette was a good actress and soon had the audience hanging on every word and gesture.