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"Ok...usual bet?"
"Certainly..!"
Jen finished face painting a french tricolour on he left cheek, then turned to me with a smile. She had thick socks, jeans, and a blue bra on.
She padded across the hotel room to her bag...fished out a white base layer, pulled it on, then did the same with her lucky French rugby top.
"If France win, I set the dare....if Ireland win, then you do...."
The Herbert Park hotel was a short walk to the Aviva stadium. The bars had been full from early in the day. Good humour and excitement were building.
Hats and coats on, we met up with some pals in the bar, had three beers, then marched to the stadium.
Burger vans lined the streets, as did scarf sellers and stewards. In front, the sweeping metal of the stadium rose ahead of us. Crowds walked in good humour towards the venue.
We grabbed another beer and settled into our seats...gloves on, smiles wide.
It was the 10th March 2019...Ireland hosting France in the 6 nations.
There was only one team in it.
A Jonny Sexton inspired Ireland trounced the French..!
"Fuck!" Said Jen, grinning.
Warm from the beer, we walked back with our friends to the hotel bar.
Rugby supporters filled the place. Highlights of the game were on the screen.
The hotel was modern...open plan bar, nice contemporary chairs and tables.
Around 9pm Jen ordered some chips and turned to me...
"So..?"
"I dare you to have a stranger take off your underwear at the bar"
"What!? Ha ha...ok...you sure?? OK...impossible with this on..save me some chips!"
With that, Jen ran to the elevator.
10mins later she returned, the base layer, socks and jeans were gone...in their place Jen was wearing her france rugby top, short denim skirt, and ankle boots.
She dipped a chip into the garlic mayo and scoured the bar.
Groups of people, mostly men, laughed around us.
"And if I succede?"
"Then you can take it where you want"
"Then I better choose well!!"
Jen got up and as she did so a space opened up at the bar where a man had risen to visit the gents. His friend was ordering two Guiness as Jen sat next to him.
I watched.
Jen stroked her hair from her face and started talking to the man...he was solid, late 30s, wearing an expensive watch.
3mins later the man smiled, pointed to his wedding ring and shook his head. Jen had struck out.
"Oh well. Just getting my range" she laughed as she finished off the chips.
"Oh wow"
Jen got up and walked up to a tall black french man who, in jeans and a grey coat, had just arrived into the hotel.
As he got to the bar Jen made her move.
They were about 7 metres away. I couldn't hear but I could watch.
Two shots of whiskey were ordered...then two more. His hand rested on Jen's crossed leg. Her hand stroked his arm.
15mins later and the two were laughing together.
I sat alone, watching. As the frenchman stroked Jen's thigh i felt a pulse of erotic jealousy.
Jen uncrossed her legs...and opened them slightly.
She leaned forward, rose off the chair, and whispered into his ear.
It was almost 10pm and the bar was still heaving.
The man looked startled, and then smiled.
His fingers slowly moved up Jen's legs...under the hem of the skirt..Jen stood.
After a quick glance around... Jen smiled to me as she did so...the man quickly pulled Jen's blue knickers down.
She quickly picked them up and scrunched them into her fist.
Jen darted me a look....and led the man to the elevator... |
, sand dunes, expensive shops and all year sunshine.
The long sandy beach which links Maspalimas and PdI has different sections...family, a gay section, but it was the nudist area which Jen and I walked to.
It was a good 20min walk from our luxury hotel, over the dunes to the nudist beach.
The waves crashed against the shore. Temperature was touching 30°.
Up ahead were dozen of people naked...old, young, men, women, fit, unfit...even some Germans.
Actually, a lot of Germans.
In the centre was a place to hire sunloungers, a bar, ice cream sellers...a little nudist colony.
We lay our towels on the sand, kicked off our flip flops and sat down.
"Fancy an ice cream?" asked Jen
"Solero"
"As always!"
With that Jen stood up...lifted her T shirt over her head...unhooked her bikini top...and in one move took off her shorts and bikini bottoms.
She stood naked in front of me.
Jen grabbed a €5 note, put her sliders back on and walked to the ice cream stand some 25m away.
Watching her buy ice cream naked was amongst the most erotic memories of our time together