Skirt Blown by the Wind in Madame Cartier
One sweltering summer day in Southern California, the burning heat compelled even the most reserved women to shed more than what was suitable for public viewing. They opted for deplete tops, disregarded bras, and slim hemlines. High heels clattered on the streets while gleaming pantyhose reigned.
Some women thought sheer panties were unnecessary.
At bus stops, ladies were constantly crossing and uncrossing their legs. They'd lean forward, revealing their cleavage, and bra fastenings were haphazardly done.
The scorching weather caused these ladies to lose their inhibitions, menacing them to show off their female assets in a blasé manner. 'Appropriate ladies' who would so rarely entertain the notion of flashing panties or a bosom peek turned recklessly into exhibitionists.
Madame Cartier, though, didn't await high humidity to ignite her libido. A teacher at the community college, her choice of attire included above-knee skirts or dresses along with indigenous shoes with heels that clicked loudly as she trudged down the hallways.
She preferred blowy skirts during windy days, making her a temptress on campus.
Around 50 years old, Madame Cartier's tantalizing legs and backside were still enticing to adolescent boys, and her strut left 'my dear' college boys respiration heavily and their trousers stuffed.
"Young man, we need to talk," she'd say, which would instantly elicit sexual fantasies in their adolescent minds and drive them to the nearest restroom for a spontaneous wanking session. The 'crafty old seductress' was aware that her French accent was stimulating to American youth.
When speaking privately with her male students, she'd often modify her tone to a charming, languid tone. Madame Cartier adored male attraction, both at school and harbor, in which she'd occasionally go sailing.
Most women in town had become sex maniacs due to the weather, she assumed, so why not offer the boys on a neighboring nude beach an experience they'd yearn for? She opted for a daring plan, one insufficient for a scholastic environment yet riveting if carried out by her: sailing while wearing a uniformly feeble skirt, one acutely vulnerable to the ocean waves and wind blowing.
She steadfastly resolved to stage an exhibitionist show, one determined by the unpredictable caprices of the waves and the wind. The element of doubt would keep the boys' focused gazes locked on her slender physique.
The boys would fantasize about wanking all afternoon.
Her wardrobe featured many slinky attire, plus, Madame Cartier recognized the enticing charm of her 'backside view' when she strode down the halls at school. Clingy cloth brought focus from her shoes and legs to her unforgettably alluring backside.
However, for this venture, she'd select something that could catch the gust.
The unique meteorological occurrence on that weekend, often referred to as 'shore breezes' or 'santana winds,' is an event that happens only six times a year for the residents of Los Angeles. The desert winds plunge down the canyons and passes, harrow across the basin, and sail out to the seawater. No woman can evade its alluring effect; some boys call it the 'nipple-watching season' due to the arousing nature of the situation and the see-through braless tops so many wear. They also classify it as 'MILF season,' since it seems to ignite the passions of mature women.
It's during these conditions that residents, especially women, sport their sexiest apparel: diaphanous lycra tops, unencumbered halters, skin-tight leggings, or - for those women desperate to be ogled - pantyho–s or no underpants at all. (Or potentially none.)
Time to break out the fire-engine red lipstick.
While Madame Cartier's small yacht sailed just beyond the waves of the breakers, its sails filled with wind, spectators on the Orange County beach observed. Alone on her compact cruiser, the attractive woman discarded her sweatpants and sweatshirt as she maneuvered past the breakwater. Proud of her height and delighted by the cool sea breeze caressing her skin, Madame Cartier reveled in its feel against her thighs as well as the hardening of her nipples -- concealed only by a see-through top.
Her breasts bounced, the chiffon skirt billowed around her haphazardly, and her wetness increased. The prospect of a thousand pairs of male eyes locked on her slender body fired her sexual desire even more.
The breeze, sometimes unpredictable in its strength, played seductively against her almost-naked body, causing her to arch her back and stand on her toes, gripping the tiller. Briefly, the boat's path wavered, moving directly against the wind, and then regained control.
"Vous aimez les bluffages?" (Do you like the tease, young men?)
With a smile on her face, Madame Cartier loved tantalizing boys this age. "Their eyes dart from my ankles to my head," she chuckled. Craving excitement and a dose of salt spray on her bare skin while nearing the Nude Boys Beach, Madame Cartier removed her underwear.
"This should give your young peckers a proper erection."
The clothes change triggered stronger sensations for her too. "Oui, oui, oui!" Her hips swayed back and forth in unison, increasing her position's width. Sailing with sails filled from both sides - known as "wing on wing" - was a fragile maneuver; the wind could suddenly make the boat unstable, lifting the hem of her skirt up and down. This teased the boys with what they couldn't have, only dreaming about it.
"Comment vous le prendrez, petit garçons?" (How much do you boys want it?)
Stroke after stroke -- boys this age were powerless to resist. However, being at this age, they've always been unable to resist.
As the boat passed again right above her, Madame Cartier stood silently, her eyes on the shore, her lips biting into her lower front teeth. Each young male gaze scanned her shapely leg, sneaking peeks at her bouncing buttocks as the wind lifted and loosened her skirt occasionally. "Voici!" she cried out, nearing climax.
"Oui, oui, oui!"
That sweltering summer day was when women decided to shed more clothing due to the inescapable humidity. Teenage boys, in turn, were witness to spectacles they'd never forget.
Read also:
- Slim, Youthful, and Well-Endowed in Part 2
- Courtyard Sylvan: Fitness Fad
- Removing Obstacles in Chapter 2
- Advancing Professionally
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