1. A Prequel to Too Much Red Wine


    Date: 9/6/2017, Categories: True Story, Straight Sex, Lesbian, Lesbian, Author: jennivar, Source: sexstories.com

    A PREQUEL TO ‘TOO MUCH RED WINE’ and RENE This my true account of living in the hinterland of St.Tropez, in the South of France, and before I met up with the beautiful Weimeraner, René. It is purely an account of a lesbian, and her strait-laced, hetro, married woman. No, no doggie interest in this story. It is quite long but like my lovemaking, I like to take my time in trying to explain and entertain the reader….NO wham bam thank you ma’am for me. LOL, so please stay with it and I would love to hear your thoughts about my life here on the Mediterranean coast. Enjoy. ]Living on my own, in a small village, in the hills behind St.Tropez , in the South of France, I am carefree, happy, but get lonely from time to time. I am a 30yo lesbian, 5’8” tall, attractive and sexy (as I have been told by males and females alike.) I DO value my freedom of life style, and being my own person, LOVE to demonstrate this in various ways. A dis-regard of the fawning local chaps, hoping to get lucky, my over short skirts, and stocking-tops. Tart that I am, and tease, but they love it and after a year here, now accept that I have none whatsoever interest in any of them sexually. So, I live quietly, work hard in my office, enjoy the local watering hole and café to eat, and then home to my large 10” dildo and a lesbian video or two. Last month, I met over supper in the local café, an English couple who had moved into the outskirts of my village, and of course, we got chatting….OH how relaxing it is ...
    to speak English again in conversation. Alison and Jim were in their 30s and although arriving here, Jim worked around France in his work as a consultant in the marine/yachting sector. They were good to chat to, and noticed that Jim was slyly interested in my short tartan kilt and socking tops on show, when I crossed my legs. We started to meet regularly for “aperitifs” and really got on very nicely. Whenever Jim had to go off to work, Alison and myself continued to meet in the local café and drink or eat supper together. Alison is VERY strait-laced, prim and proper, and told me that she was embarrassed by catching her husband “ogling” my legs, or sometimes down my blouse, and that he had wondered if she would ever wear stockings, like Jenni? This, from Alison, was her message to me to tone it down with her husband, but it was like a red rag to a bull, and I had to tell her directly, that I was lesbian, and had no thoughts of her husband. “Alison, you are more my type, than your husband” I told her, as she pushed away from me in her dining chair. No more was said on the subject, BUT, I started to get aroused at Alison’s child-like demeanour, and innocence. She blushed at the word “lesbian” and that aroused me. Heheee No more was said, and after a few more suppers with the two of them, jim announced that he was off again for ten days to St. Nazaire on the Atlantic coast, and hoped that Alison and me would keep in touch and to keep an eye on her and the house. Two days later, we ...
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