The sun had set on our first day at Cap d’Agde, but the fun was by no means over.
I had been told that I should dress up in the evenings, so I put on something summery, figure-hugging but with a short, flared, flirty little skirt, with matching peep-toe heels.
I would find out later that Cap is one of the best places in which to buy partywear or fetish outfits, with a wealth of outlets to shop from. Melrose Café was a good after-dinner haunt, been advised, and no holiday in Cap is complete without a visit to Le Glamour, which is the club to go to. That tallied with what we had already been told by our friends back home and online, so we headed to those places next. From my vantage point on top of the bar, lit from above with spotlights, the crowd was a shadowy mass, moving in all directions, faces occasionally illuminated in the flash of a strobe light. Out of nowhere, a sexy blonde pulled herself up next to me,instantly a French girl joined, gracefully, lithely. I was stunned, but thrilled to be in the middle. Everything about them screamed sex, from the sway of the tight curves to the suggestive glint in their eyes. And boy, could thwy move. I sensed more of the shadowy heads turn our way, as the sexy blonde showed us how to gyrate, Latina-style. The three of us played up to the crowd’s cheers, dancing in sync, lightly running our hands down each other’s bodies, our lips stealing kisses in time to the beat. Daringly, I turned the temptress around and pushed up the hem of her dress to reveal a firm, shapely and tanned ass with an attitude of its own. She wore no underwear. But she was wearing an anal plug, complete with flashing diamond in the centre. It was mesmerising; looking away seemed almost criminal. Everyone went wild at the sight of it. I caught my man's eye below me and could tell he was loving every second as much as I was. When the song ended, we made to get down from the bar to let someone else have a turn, but the crowd actually cheered so hard for us to stay that we had no choice but to do so. We carried on dancing, my exhilaration growing by the second, fuelling my confidence, until it felt as if I had liquid joy coursing through my veins. I wanted to feel like this always.
If only my friends and family could see me now.
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