Ménage à Trois (Chapter 2) - Three friends on a day trip to France.

Explicit - Ménage à Trois started off as a short account of three friends on a day trip to France. As the saying goes, the story 'grew like Topsy' as additional encounters were incorporated. It now consists of five chapters. These are best read in numbered order. The story is sprinkled with French expressions that are used in the English language - see if you can spot them. The story get more explicit as it progresses.

Chapter 2 - The Shops

This was the part of the day I was least looking forward to - my Bête noire - but being in the company of my favourite girls sweetened the pill somewhat.

I followed the girls obediently, albeit indifferently, around the first couple of shops. Whenever the girls asked for my opinion on anything I nodded noncommittedly. I must admit that I’m no fashion guru, but nothing on display looked as good as what the girls were wearing already.

In the third shop the girls found a few items more to their liking. Lucy asked the assistant in faltering French if they had a changing room so they could try the pieces on. We were all ushered through to the back of the shop where there were two small cubicles, each with a full-length curtain at the front. Keely went into the first cubicle, Lucy into the second. I was instructed to stand guard outside, and to act as a ‘human clotheshorse’. The assistant left us to it.

After a couple of minutes both girls emerged in their change of clothes. Lucy had put on a smart pair of black, linen trousers, and Keely a pair of tight, burgundy coloured, faux leather trousers. They’d kept their original tops on. To my mind neither looked as good as the jeans they had on before, and I think the girls agreed based on their negative comments. The girls returned to their cubicles and closed the curtains. At this point I was called into action.

“Baz, can you pass me the white, fluffy jumper and the grey mini skirt please?” Keely asked.

I sorted out the requested items and passed them into the cubicle. As Keely took them from me she inadvertently pushed the curtain open and I got a clear view of her standing right in front of me in just her lacy, blue bra and matching panties. I was gobsmacked! I think we were both so shocked that neither of us moved. I’m not sure which of us was most embarrassed by the situation; I’m sure we both blushed.

“Woops!” Keely eventually said, “I didn’t mean to do that!”

“I’m so sorry!” I apologised, even though it wasn’t my fault.

I stood gawping at her, taking in every inch of her splendid body. I’m sure my jaw had literally dropped and my mouth was open! My eyes felt like they were on stalks! For her part, Keely made no attempt to cover up; like me, she seemed to be in a trance. I’d never seen this much of her before; she was as stunning as I imagined she would be. Her body was exquisite! Rather appropriately, she was wearing French knickers, although they were what I believe are called ‘micro’ – there certainly wasn’t much to them! They were made of chiffon material, and although they were blue, they were also sheer and very sexy. And, Oh My God! I could see her slit through them! She appeared to be as smooth as silk ‘down there’. Her bra matched her knickers, was just as see-through, and I could discern her areolas and nipples. Her breasts were full and magnificent.

And to make matters even better - for me at least - there was a full length mirror at the back of the cubicle so not only did I have a splendid view of Keely's front, but I could see her delightful bottom peeking out of her cheeky undies. It looked splendid.

Although we stood like this for probably only a matter of seconds, it felt as if time had stood still. While I was in a daze, part of me was still responsive – my cock. It was filling my pants and striving desperately to get out. It was almost as if it was trying to tell me to enter the cubicle, pull Keely’s sexy panties down and let it at her! Even though we were in a shop, and her girlfriend was in the adjacent cubicle, it was SO tempting!

It was actually Lucy that snapped us out of our reverie.

“You okay out there?” she asked, “It’s gone awfully quiet.”

“Yes. Fine, Luce.” Keely replied, sounding guilty and discomforted.

 

“F-Fine!” I echoed, equally disconcerted, and somewhat tongue-tied.

"Not a word!" Keely mouthed to me, "You didn't see a thing!"

I nodded that I understood; although there was no way I'd ever forget what I'd seen. Our spell broken, Keely quickly closed the curtain and I stepped back from her cubicle. I held the hanger of clothes in front of me to cover the swelling in my trousers, hoping Keely had not noticed it as I’d stood ogling her. After a couple of minutes both girls emerged in their second change of clothes. This time Lucy had put on a black, pencil skirt that extended just below her knees. She’d teamed it with a crisp, white, silk blouse. It was rare to see Lucy in a skirt; because this one was tight it accentuated her bottom and actually suited her. She looked really smart, not at all like the country girl she was at home.

“That’s nice, Luce.” Keely said, “It looks good on you.”

 

“I like it too.” I agreed, “You should wear skirts more often.”

 

“I don’t know.” Lucy said, “I’m still not comfortable in a skirt.”

We now switched our attention to Keely. She was wearing the white, fluffy jumper and the grey mini skirt that I had passed to her. The jumper was high necked and looked really comfortable and snuggly. It was more appropriate for the winter than for today’s summer weather. The grey skirt was pleated and short – and I mean REALLY short!

“Wow! That’s short!” Lucy said, “If you’re not careful, Baz will see your knickers!”

 

Keely and I exchanged a wry smile.

The girls went back into their respective cubicles. They had one more outfit to try on. This time it was Lucy that asked me to hand a change of clothes to her. I found the requested items and passed them into the cubicle. I hoped against hope that she’d do the same as Keely and unintentionally open the curtain. I imagined Lucy standing in full view in just her underwear; perhaps I’d even get to see her pussy too? Just the thought caused my cock to respond again. Unfortunately, Lucy was much more careful and circumspect; she ensured the curtain barely opened. I saw nothing. Of course, I could have easily pulled the curtain back myself, there was nothing to stop me. But that would have been ungentlemanly. I knew that if I did, and I’d seen Lucy undressed, she would have been mortified. Our friendship would have probably ended there and then. I wasn’t prepared to risk that.

After a further minute or so the girls re-emerged. This time Lucy was wearing a smart, dark-grey, pinstripe trouser suit. She looked like a professional businesswoman. I didn’t think it suited her at all – she was too short to carry the look off. Keely agreed. As for Keely, she was wearing a tight-fitting, dark-blue, cable-knit jumper-dress that extended just beneath her knees. It hugged her in all the right places, accentuating her curves.

“I fancy you in that!” Lucy purred, “That’s nice.”

 

“Agreed. I fancy you in that too.” I concurred. Lucy shot me a warning look.

 

“I like it too.” Keely added, “It feels nice against my skin.”

The girls went back into their cubicles and emerged soon after dressed in their original clothes. Unfortunately, there were no more mishaps with the curtains. Keely decided to buy the jumper-dress and the fluffy white jumper. Lucy didn’t get anything.

We left the boutique and made our way further along the street. The girls in front, me dutifully following on behind carrying the bags. Not that I minded, it gave me the chance to watch the girls’ gorgeous bottoms in their tight jeans. Only now when I looked at Keely’s bum I could imagine her tiny blue knickers underneath.

The next shop we stopped at was a perfumery. It was absolutely jam-packed with perfumes and aftershaves, not just the well-known and respected brands, but some I’d never heard of. The store promised to equal or beat prices in the hypermarkets at the terminals. The girls headed straight for the aftershaves. I don’t know what it is with lesbians but the ones I know tend to prefer men’s fragrances to women’s. Lucy’s favourite scent, the one she wears most often, is actually an aftershave. The girls started trying out the testers.

“Try this one, Luce.” Keely said, holding out a small, decorative bottle and spraying Lucy’s wrist.

 

“Umm! That’s really, really nice.” Lucy replied.

 

“I think if I smelt a man wearing that I’d be tempted to go straight!” Keely laughed, “I’d rip off all my clothes and throw myself at him.” she continued, giggling.

 

“Me too!” Lucy added, cheerfully.

Needless to say, I bought a bottle! The girls bought a bottle each of some well-known, branded perfume and we left the shop. We continued on our way down the street, noticing that it was getting considerably busier.

We passed a magasin de chaussures – that’s a shoe shop to you and me. The girls showed no interest in going in but suddenly Keely stopped and dug Lucy in the ribs, indicating for her to look inside the shop. I had been distractedly looking at their butts – nothing new there (!) - so nearly walked into the back of them. I looked at the display in the shop window. It was a minimalist, sparse, arty, collection of shoes – none of which were priced - that usually indicates an upmarket shop with expensive wares. I didn’t even think that the shoes and boots on display were that attractive. Keely and Lucy seemed to be engrossed by something though; their interest had certainly been piqued. I looked passed the display into the shop itself. There I spotted what I took to be who was fascinating them: inside the shop was the most gorgeous female shop assistant.

Lucy and Keely started giggling and whispering and I knew instinctively they were planning some mischief. I had been on the receiving end of their plots many a time so I recognised the warning signs. They turned and went into the shop, me following apprehensively close behind.

The shop assistant that I had spotted through the window immediately stopped working on the arrangement she was finishing off and approached us. We were the only customers in the shop – never a good sign. Keely and Lucy turned to each other and smiled. It was a smile I recognised all too well; they were planning some naughtiness.

The shop assistant was probably slightly older than the girls, I’d say mid to late twenties. And when I say she was attractive, I mean she was very attractive. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that she was stunning; If Michelangelo had wanted to carve a statue to personify beauty, he couldn’t have found a better subject to model for him. I don’t think I’d ever seen such a flawless woman - the ultimate femme fatale. Until now, I believed such beauty only existed in magazines or generated by AI. She had long, wavy blond hair, a classically beautiful face with a blemish-free complexion, alluring green eyes and a dazzling smile to die for. Her make-up was impeccable. She was about five foot ten inches tall with a perfect, hour-glass figure. Her legs were shapely and seemed to go on forever! She was wearing an expensive looking, tailored, white shirt unbuttoned at the neck to show off her ample breasts. She wore a black mini skirt that was almost as short as the one that Keely had just tried on in the boutique. Although her legs were bare she had a natural tan that gave her an all-over burnished honey glow. The look was finished off with pair of glossy, red high-heeled shoes that probably came from the shop we’d found ourselves in – they looked very expensive. She honestly wouldn’t have looked out of place on a photoshoot or catwalk.

She walked towards us if she was on a runway – and I don’t mean one where planes take off and land! She appeared to be leaning back very slightly, which made her seem taller and self-assured. She walked with purpose, having a strong and poised posture, her head up and shoulders back. She had an elegant, almost fluid, stride and her hips swayed slightly to highlight her curves and draw attention to her magnificent body. Her arms moved gently giving her a flirty yet confident walk. She was obviously a refined and sophisticated lady, yet she displayed no arrogance at all. She had a welcoming, captivating smile that just oozed confidence and class.

The look I’d had on my face earlier when I’d seen Keely in just her undies was now replicated on the faces of the girls. I could see they were in awe. Their mouths were open, yet they were speechless. They looked like rabbits caught in the headlights of a car; their eyes wide-open. You tend to forget that lesbians are attracted to beautiful women just as much as men are; they have girl crushes.

“Bonjour, je m'appelle Caroline. Comment puis-je vous aider aujourd'hui?”   she said.

I picked out that she’d said ‘Hello’ and that her name was Caroline, but the rest went over my head. Keely looked equally baffled.

The three of us replied “Bonjour” and said our names. We then left it to Lucy, who explained Caroline had asked how she could help us today.

“Mon ami et moi sommes à la recherche de bottes courtes.” Lucy said slightly falteringly, and somewhat overawed, but still impressively to me.

 

“What did you ask her?” Keely whispered.

 

“I asked if we could see some short boots.” Lucy whispered back.

 

“Quelle taille aimeriez-vous essayer les filles?” Caroline asked.

 

“I think she asked what size?” Lucy said, less than certainly.

 

“Don’t forget European sizes are different to ours.” I said rather helpfully I thought.”

 

“We’re both five and a half in English sizes but I don’t know what that is in European.” Lucy said, sounding perplexed.

“Perhaps you can get her to measure our feet?” Keely said, and shared a conspiratorial look with Lucy, who smiled back knowingly.

 

“Pardon. nous ne sommes pas sûrs de notre taille européenne. Seriez-vous capable de mesurer nos pieds?” Lucy said.

 

“Bien sûr. Asseyez-vous, s'il vous plaît. Je vais vous parler quelques minutes.” Caroline said, and waved her arms in the direction of some seats.

 

We all picked up on the word ‘minutes’ and guessed we’d got to wait. The three of us sat down next to each other – me in the middle - and Caroline left us alone. It was noticeable that even in the short conversation so far, Lucy was gaining confidence with her French. She’d soon be speaking like a native again.

“Okay you two, what’s going on? I know you’re up to something.” I whispered.

“Shall we tell him?” Keely sniggered.

“I suppose we should.” Lucy tittered.

“It’s just a game we play with good-looking shop assistants.” Keely whispered, “It’s especially good in shoe shops.” she continued, adding to the intrigue.

“It’s called ‘Guess the Colour’. Basically, we try to guess what colour knickers they’re wearing.” Lucy explained, suppressing a giggle.

“The fun bit is trying find out if either of us has guessed correctly.” Keely smiled.

 

“How do you find out?” I asked intrigued.

 

“Watch and learn.” Lucy said, “What are you going for, Keely?” Lucy asked.

 

“White I think.” Keely replied, “You?”

 

“I’ll go for black.” Lucy said, I bet they’re sexy!” she added excitedly.

 

“Are you going to pick, Baz?” Keely then asked me.

 

“Red?” I said hesitantly, not sure what I was letting myself in for.

 

“Shush! Here she comes back.” Lucy murmured.

Caroline returned holding a foot measuring device and a selection of shoe boxes. She knelt down in front of us and her short skirt rode up her gorgeous thighs so that it could only just be below her panties. I gasped at the view. I suddenly saw the attraction of this game!

“S'il vous plaît, pouvez-vous enlever nos bottes et nos chaussettes?” Caroline instructed.

“She wants us to take our boots and socks off.” Lucy explained.

We all started removing our footwear.

“Not you, you idiot!” Lucy scolded me.

Caroline laughed. Obediently, the girls removed their boots and socks. I think if Caroline had asked them to strip naked and skip around the shop the girls would have obeyed without hesitation. It’s a shame she didn’t! Caroline moved the device – which if my pub quiz memory serves me right, is called a Brannock Device - closer to Lucy’s feet. As she did so her skirt inched up slightly further, but try as I might, I still couldn’t see her panties. I had noticed however, that with her kneeling at our feet, I could see right down the front of her shirt. She was wearing a lacy white bra. I guessed a fashionable woman like Caroline would wear matching underwear, so it was looking promising for Keely to win the game. Caroline’s boobs were tremendous.

Caroline tenderly took hold of one of Lucy’s feet and placed it gently in the measuring device. We saw and felt Lucy shudder.

“Pardon. Est-ce que j'ai froid aux mains?” Caroline said apologetically.

“Non. Non. Ça fait du bien. Vos mains sont très douces.” Lucy almost purred, “Ça fait du bien.” she continued.

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“Merci.” Caroline replied.

Keely and I looked at Lucy seeking an explanation of what they’d been talking about. Apart from the ‘thank you’ at the end, it had all gone over my head.

“Caroline was worried her hands were cold because I shuddered. I told her she’d got smooth hands and they felt nice.” Lucy explained.

Caroline finished measuring Lucy’s feet and switched her attention to Keely’s. To do this she had to change position slightly. I got a quick glimpse further up her skirt and briefly saw a flash of something white. I couldn’t tell if I’d got a peek of her panties or just a hint of the bottom of the white shirt that was tucked into her skirt. There was certainly not enough evidence to declare Keely the winner of the ‘Guess the Colour’ competition!

Whereas Lucy’s toenails had been au naturel Keely’s were painted a deep red.

“J'aime bien votre vernis à ongles. Il est assorti à mes chaussures.” Caroline said.

Keely looked at Lucy again, wondering what had been said.

 

“She said she likes your nail varnish and that it matches her shoes.” Lucy said, she spoke very slowly as if Keely would struggle to understand English.

“I hope they match her panties too.” I whispered to Lucy, leaning in close to her so that Caroline couldn’t hear.

“Naughty!” Lucy whispered back, giggling.

As she had done with Lucy, Caroline took hold of one of Keely’s feet and placed it gently in the measuring device, stroking it as she did so. This time we saw and felt Keely tremble. I was feeling distinctly left out!

“Mmm, that feels nice.” Keely murmured.

“Vous avez tous les deux de très beaux pieds. Et vous avez tous les deux la même taille de pieds.” Caroline said.

Keely and I again looked at Lucy for help.

“She says we’ve both got nice feet. And we are both the same size.” Lucy clarified.

Caroline put the measuring device to one side and swivelled around to the shoe boxes behind her. In doing so, her legs parted slightly, giving us a great view right up her short skirt. I’m sure the three of us gasped simultaneously at the tremendous vision we all enjoyed. She was wearing a tiny pair of delicate, white, lace panties; just a petite triangle of material barely covering her slit. If anything they were even more sheer than Keely’s. She stayed like that long enough so that I could discern her gorgeous pussy, I’m sure that the girls could too. Like the rest of her, it was perfect.

Lucy lightly dug Keely and me in the ribs to attract our attention.

“Wow!” she mouthed silently, “I said they’d be sexy!”

Neither Keely nor I responded, we both looked briefly at Lucy then returned our gaze towards Caroline.

Caroline turned back towards us. I don’t know if she caught us gazing, but she didn’t acknowledge it. She opened the box that she held in her hand and removed a pair of black, leather ankle boots with a fairly high box heel.

“J'espère pouvoir vous montrer quelque chose qui vous plaira.” Caroline smiled.

We looked bewildered at Lucy.

“Caroline hopes to show us something we’ll like.” Lucy interpreted.

“Tell her she already has.” Keely giggled, "I'm sure I saw it."

“Je suis sûr que nous aimerons tout ce que vous nous montrerez. Plus vous nous montrez, plus nous aimons.“ Lucy said to Caroline, then turning to us she explained, “I told her we’ll probably like everything she shows us. And the more she shows us the more we’ll like.”

“You bet!” I said, enthusiastically, not thinking about boots at all.

“S'il vous plaît, remettez vos chaussettes et essayez-les.” Caroline instructed.

 

“She wants us to put our socks back on before we try the boots on.” Lucy translated.

I was regretting not taking French at school. I could have had great fun translating for the girls. I’m sure if I’d said, ‘She wants you to take your jeans off before you try on the boots’ both girls would have done so.

Keely and Lucy slid their socks back on. Lucy was the first one to try on the boots. She cunningly put her feet out in a position where Caroline was likely to give us another view up her skirt as she slipped the boots on to Lucy’s feet. It worked a treat. If anything I had an even better view. I could see that Caroline’s slit was as smooth as silk. Caroline was concentrating on Lucy’s feet so I assume she was unaware of where Keely and I were staring. And boy did we stare!

Now I don’t know what reactions girls get when they watch something as erotic as what we were witnessing, but for me the response was between my legs. I wasn’t sure if any of the girls had noticed the large bulge in my trousers caused by my swelling cock but I crossed my legs to hide it just in case.

 

Once Lucy had got both boots on she stood up and walked around in them. They looked really high-quality, smart, and comfortable. She returned to her seat and took them off. She handed them back to Caroline.

“You know what to do?” she said craftily to Keely.

Keely nodded conspiratorially and put her feet out in the same position as Lucy had. Again it worked marvellously. Caroline gave us another superb view up her skirt as she slipped the boots on Keely’s feet. This time, it was Lucy and I that shared the magnificent view. Lucy and I glanced at one another, a broad grin on each of our faces before we quickly looked back up Caroline’s mini.

Just as Lucy had done, Keely stood up and walked around. The boots looked great on her too. I would usually love watching Lucy and Keely walking about in their tight jeans, their cute bums wobbling, but, not surprisingly, I couldn’t take my eyes of Caroline.

“Aren’t they just so gorgeous?”. Keely said, referring to the boots, “They feel so soft.”

“Stunning! I bet it’s soft!” Lucy and I replied simultaneously, our minds – and our gazes - still on Caroline’s panties and what lie underneath!

“Can you ask how much they are?” Keely said, “The boots that is.” Noticing that we were still distracted.

 

“Sorry. I got side-tracked” Lucy said to Keely, then continued to Caroline, “Combien?”

 

“Cent dix.” Caroline replied, “Euros.”

 

Although Lucy was good at French, her maths was less reliable. She looked at me.

 

“I think she means a hundred and ten Euros. That’s about ninety-five Pounds.” I confirmed.

That was actually less than I was expecting. Given the treat that we’d experienced, I hoped the girls would buy a pair and reward Caroline with a sale.

 

“Ask her if she’ll do a deal for two pairs.” I suggested to Lucy, "That's if you both like them?

 

“Combien pour deux paires?” Lucy asked.

 

“Deux cents?” Caroline proposed, sounding hesitant, I don’t think she was used to customers haggling.

Again, Lucy looked at me.

“That’s about eighty-five pounds a pair.” I said, “If you really want them I’ll treat you to them as a thank you for sharing your game with me. Money well spent I’d say!” I added with a wink.

Lucy looked at Keely, who nodded back.

“Thank you. We’d like that.” Lucy said.

 

“Thank you!” Keely added; she leant over and gave me a small kiss on the cheek.

 

Turning to Caroline, Lucy said, “Nous les prendrons. Deux paires.”

 

“Très bien!” Caroline said, sounding delighted.

 

Caroline got to her feet, and although she attempted to be graceful and ladylike, she flashed her sexy knickers again. But better was yet to come! She turned her back to us and bent over to pick up the rest of the shoe boxes. I gasped, Keely nearly choked, and Lucy went deadly quiet when we saw the cheeky view of her pert bottom, or should I say derriere? Her peachy cheeks were bare apart from the tight string of her G-string nestling between them. I quickly had to cross my legs again to conceal my erection. I honestly thought that much more of this and I’ll ‘shoot my load’. Looking at Keely’s face I thought she won’t be far behind me, and by Lucy’s contented expression I think she may have done so already!

Once Caroline had gathered up the boxes she turned back to face us.

“Suivez-moi jusqu'au comptoir. Comment souhaitez-vous payer?” Caroline instructed.

 

“She wants us to follow her to the counter. And she wants to know how we will pay?” Lucy translated.

 

“You can put them on my card.” I offered.

We all stood up and strolled over to the pay desk. I desperately hoped the bulge in my jeans wasn’t too obvious. Caroline went behind the counter and spent considerable time wrapping the boots and packing them in the shop’s branded, thick paper, carrier bags – no cheap plastic here!

“Voila!” Caroline said, handing the bags over with a flourish, “Mes coordonnées sont dans le sac au cas où vous auriez besoin de me contacter.”

“Merci.” Lucy said, and handed my credit card over. Caroline took the payment and handed it back.

“Merci pour votre coutume. J'espère que vous reviendrez bientôt.” Caroline said, then added, “Au fait, est-ce que tu as aimé ma culotte? Je sais que vous regardiez tous ma jupe. Avez-vous vu tout ce que vous vouliez? Je peux vous donner un autre regard si vous le souhaitez. Honnêtement, ça ne me dérange pas.”

Keely and I were completely baffled by what she’d said this time, even more so than normal. Whatever she’d said, it sounded really sexy, and I honestly think she winked at the end. We looked imploringly at Lucy for an explanation.

“She said ‘Thank you for your custom and I hope you come back soon.” Lucy explained, although for some reason her face had reddened.

“Is that all?” I questioned, “It sounded more than that.”

 

“What did she really say?” Keely pressed, sensing her girlfriend had been economic with the truth.

 

“I’ll tell you later.” Lucy said to us, then turning back to Caroline, still blushing, and sounding embarrassed, she added, “Je suis désolé que nous ayons regardé votre jupe. Vous êtes une très belle femme. Nous n'avons pas pu résister!“

 

“Merci. Vous êtes très gentille. Je vais vous donner un dernier coup d'œil. Est-ce que ça vous plairait?” Caroline said.

 

“Ce serait genial!” Lucy said, sounding both excited and surprised at the same time, “Mes amis et moi adorerions ça. Mais seulement si cela ne vous dérange pas?”

I hadn’t got a clue what the conversation was about. I doubt that Keely was any the wiser. It sounded as if Lucy was flirting with Caroline but also being apologetic. The tête-à-tête seemed to have reached a conclusion, although what the result was I had no idea. Caroline stepped out from behind the counter and stood directly in front of us. She looked towards the front of the shop furtively, although she didn’t seem at all ill-at-ease. There was no one there. Then, smiling at us, she quite simply lifted her skirt up and stood there with her tiny white G-string fully exposed. With her standing like that in full view it was even easier to make out her cute little pussy.

Keely and I just stared, flabbergasted! How on earth had Lucy persuaded her to do that? I wonder if Caroline knew her panties were translucent and that we could see her most private parts so distinctly?

“Content?” Caroline said, not sounding at all embarrassed about what we could see.

 

“Très bien!” I replied, suddenly remembering the extent of my French vocabulary.

 

“Nous allons encore faire de vous un Français!“ Caroline laughed.

 

“She says ‘we will make a Frenchman out of you yet!’” Lucy explained.

 

“En avez-vous assez vu? Est-ce que je peux laisser ma jupe redescendre maintenant?” Caroline asked.

 

“Caroline would like to know if you’ve seen enough? Can she let her skirt down now?” Lucy translated.

 

“Yes. Thank you.” I replied, “Tell her she is very beautiful!”

 

“Oui. Merci beaucoup. On dit que tu es très belle.” Lucy said.

 

Caroline let her skirt fall back over her skimpy panties; the show was over. The girls picked up their purchases and we said ‘Au revoir’ to Caroline, waving to her as we left the shop. When we were a little way down the street, Keely turned to Lucy.

“What just happened, Luce?” she asked, perplexed.

Lucy began her explanation: “Caroline knew we’d all been looking up her skirt. She asked me directly if we liked her panties. Of course, I was mortified. Then, amazingly, she asked if we’d seen everything we wanted. Then, even more amazingly, she said she’d give us another look if we’d like her to. She said she honestly didn’t mind us looking, and that we should consider it as a reward for shopping with her.” Lucy paused, then continued, “Obviously when I initially found out we’d been caught, I apologised, but I admitted that she was so beautiful we couldn’t resist looking. When she offered to give us one more look I said that would be great and that we would love that. You saw what she did next!”

“Does that often happen when you play ‘Guess the Colour’? I asked.

 

“First time ever!” Keely said, “Unfortunately!” she added wryly.

 

“Do you think she knew we could see her pussy?” Lucy asked.

 

“She must have known her panties were see-through.” Keely observed, “I’d know if mine were. And if they are you have to assume that everything is visible. That’s a risk you take.”

 

She glanced across at me and gave me a knowing look. In a roundabout way I think Keely was letting me know that she knew I’d probably seen her fanny.

 

“Baz, I bet you didn’t expect to see a pussy today!” Lucy laughed.

 

I glanced across guiltily at Keely; I thought I ought to change the subject.

 

“Does Keely get anything as a prize for guessing the right colour?” I asked, sounding as innocent as I could.

 

”I’ll think of something.” Lucy replied, "Perhaps I'll give her a treat later." she giggled.

We carried on walking down the street in silence for a while. I think we were all still in shock at what had just happened in the shoe shop. For my part I had a contented spring in my step. I was thinking we’d only been shopping for just over an hour, and in that time I’d seen two gorgeous girls’ slits. This shopping malarky wasn’t so bad after all! I just needed to see Lucy’s pussy to complete the hat trick! Not that I stood much chance of that; I hadn’t even come close to seeing it in the last ten years. She was hardly just going to get it out and show it to me now!

 

The street was even busier than earlier. We’d spent quite a bit already, and we still had to buy the booze. And we’d promised ourselves dinner in an authentic French restaurant. I knew that wouldn’t be cheap either.

 

“I think we ought to start looking for somewhere to eat.” I proposed, “It’s getting busier all the time.”

 

“Good idea. I’m famished.” Lucy said.

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