A Family Affair Ch. 04

"But I do have new, warm croissants," she offered, "...with...ahhh... orange jam."

"We call it 'marmalade' in English, and 'fresh' croissants I think" I replied helpfully, pleased that at least we'd got off the rather difficult subject of sex with my cousins!

She repeated her new English words and gave me a radiant grin, "So...it is good to have someone visit my little shop to teach me!"

I smiled back, and we did a little deal to keep conversing in each other's language. It was really quite relaxing, although also a little confusing at times!

I settled on a little bar stool by the counter as she made my coffee, and presented me with two succulent fresh croissants with butter and marmalade which I devoured greedily. As she worked I introduced myself and told her about my holiday at my aunt's villa up in the mountains. Well, perhaps not ALL about it! It was so easy talking to her, and soon I'd told her all about my year at university, where I lived outside London and about my family back home.

I found out that she was called Rosa, and in fact owned the cafe and had taken over the running of the shop many years ago from her parents. I was surprised when she told me that she had a fourteen year old daughter because I didn't think that she looked old enough, and I told her so. She smiled back appreciatively, particularly as I'd automatically let me eyes scan over her figure as I tried to re-assess her age.

I had to admit that she really did look nice. I'd worked out that she must be mid thirties, but her hazel eyes were sparkling and lively and the white shirt was tight enough around her bust to display a promising pair of bulges above a very young looking narrow waist. The black skirt was tight around her full hips and short enough to display slim, tanned legs below her knees.

My gaze finally fastened on her shapely left hand though as I realised that she wore no wedding ring.

She'd seen my look and seemed to consider for a few moments whether to explain. I felt distinctly honoured when she decided to take me in her confidence.

"My husband left a long time ago Paolo. My daughter was very young and...well, I don't think that he was ever keen on being a father really... looking back, I'm sure it was probably for the best... but I didn't understand that for many years..."

Her face had saddened as she'd recalled the story, and I didn't know what to say. In the end I took her hand, which was resting on the counter, and just squeezed it slightly.

She looked surprised at the touch but quickly her beautiful smile was back as she, ever so reluctantly perhaps, withdrew her hand, and continued to tell me about her life since then. I got the impression that she'd been lonely at times, but I suspect that her parents had handed over the shop earlier than they might otherwise and, combined with bringing up her young daughter, she'd been kept busy.

I looked around, and there was still only one other customer, an old man sitting outside, drinking expresso and reading the paper. It didn't look a goldmine. I wondered how she kept going.

"It get's busier later," she said, seeming to read my mind. She seemed quite good at that. I was just hoping that she hadn't scanned my thoughts when I'd been admiring her figure!

We continued to chat for a while longer as she made us both more coffee, 'on the house', and I was slightly peeved when I saw my cousin's returning across the square.

"It looks like your 'friends' are back Paolo," she sounded a little disappointed herself, "... so what will you be doing now?"

'If only I knew the answer to that one!' I thought as I stood up and fished out some more money from my pocket, taking care this time not to lose Frieda's knickers!

"Ahhh, now there's a good question," I replied with a grin, "I'm sure that they've got something planned though!"

I handed over a note in payment, and she tried hard to give me change, but I wasn't going to accept it, closing my hands over hers as I insisted that she keep it as a tip. It was probably too big a tip I suppose, but she accepted graciously in the end.

"Arriverderci Paulo," she said as I smiled and headed towards the door, which Izzy had just opened, " Oh... and if you are still around, I do a good range of snacks for lunch!"

"That sound good Rosa, maybe we'll be back later." I responded, just as Izzy grabbed my arm and dragged me outside.

"Hey Paolo, I can't believe that you're on first name terms with the waitress already! We just can't let you out of our sight for a minute can we?!"

22. Shocks at the Shops

We hadn't hung around after we'd left the cafe.

Izzy had her arm looped into mine and she quickly guided us to the main square, which was very busy, where we paused for a moment to look round.

A small open-air market on the far side was a hive of activity as locals and a few tourists stocked up on fresh produce. Many small shops fronted onto the cobbled square and they too seemed to be doing good, mid-morning trade. Two or three big cafe's had chairs spread right into the centre of the square and were so busy that I was really glad that we'd found our own, quiet alternative. It was hectic all round.

I was also keenly aware of the many stares and glances coming my way as a result of the scandalously sheer blouse that Izzy was wearing. There wasn't a man in the vicinity that wasn't appreciating her bra covered charms!

"You've got to be joking if you think I'm doing it anywhere around here!" I gasped in horror.

"Oh shut up Paolo, we're not that stupid!" she said a little snappily as she drew me down a much quieter side street a few yards away. Lisa and Frieda followed, arm in arm.

We'd walked about fifty yards from the main square when she stopped us, just as I was taking a sideways peak at a lingerie shop, the mannequins showing off some daring underwear that had a caught my eye immediately!

"Okay everybody, where here," she said.

I looked around in surprise and caught Ilse's eye at the same time. She too was looking mystified. The small street was quiet here, the shops a little lower key than the ones in the square, but there were still a few people passing backwards and forwards, or browsing in the shop windows. What could Izzy possibly have in mind for Ilse and I here?

"There's nothing here..." I replied, puzzled, until a shocking thought shot into my mind, "...you can't seriously expect us to drop our pants and fuck in the middle of the street Izzy!"

"I thought you were up for the challenge?" she teased, and I could see that even Ilse was getting a bit worried.

"Come on Izzy," she interjected, "...be serious."

"Okay, okay... my challenge isn't actually to do it in the street, although that would be pretty interesting," she added wistfully, "... no... it's in there..." She was pointing to the lingerie shop.

'Oh well, that doesn't sound so bad,' I thought. At least we'd be inside and away from prying stares. And all that fancy underwear looked pretty sexy. Maybe she planned for us to do it in a changing room. It could be quite fun after all!

"... in the shop window." Izzy finished with laugh as she started to pull me towards the entrance.

Ilse and I had both gasped as we realised what Izzy had said, but before we could protest, Izzy had pushed open the door and was calling a greeting towards the lady behind the counter. She was quite short, but trim and well dressed and it was immediately apparent that Izzy knew her well. Later I found out that she spent a lot of money here on her racy underwear, and looking around the cramped shop, I could see that there was plenty to choose from. Much of it coming under the 'pretty skimpy' category!

There were only two other people inside, a couple of young women who were browsing through racks of flimsy, brightly coloured thongs, and looked distinctly surprised to have a man in their presence. Especially one that was still spluttering out whispered protests as he was dragged and pushed through the shop towards the counter on the side wall.

Izzy had a brief conversation with the owner, who looked at me with a kind of amused appraisal. She had tidy blonde hair in a modern cut that was shaped up her neck. Her short black dress was cut low enough at the front to display some interesting cleavage, and was clearly well-tailored to show off her curvy figure. I would have bet serious money that the black nylons covering her legs were stockings and not hose. She was probably in her early forties I guessed now that we were close up but she could easily pass for ten years younger.

She was still facing me and holding my gaze when a smile spread across her face and she whispered something to Izzy as she passed her a large key.

"Not a chance Carla! We're looking after him for now!" responded Izzy with a laugh.

It didn't take a master detective to work out what she must have said, so, to annoy Izzy, I gave 'Carla' a conspiracy laden wink! She laughed in glee as Izzy's frown darkened her face and she pulled me away to a door next to the cash machine.

"Be careful Izzy," she added seriously though as Izzy unlocked the door and pushed it open, "If I get any trouble from the police over this I'm going to be seriously unhappy with you... 'best customer' or not!"

Izzy didn't respond though and as she closed the door behind us, we found ourselves in a small storeroom. It was brightly lit and contained stacks of product boxes, including some at one end that looked more as though they came into the 'toys' category than clothing. I raised my eyebrows at the sight and Izzy laughed brightly.

"Carla keeps those for 'special' customers... like me!" she added with a broad wink of her own.

Ilse was more interested in what Izzy was planning though, and as Izzy explained the scenario, I forgot about the 'toys' as I tried to grasp what she intended. The concept was simple enough. We were to replace the shop mannequins in the window, and Ilse and I were to make-out in full view of passers-by. It was a crazy idea and I told her so. Ilse however let me down. For some reason that was totally beyond me she thought that it sounded incredibly exciting!

And that gave Izzy time to flesh out the plan further. We would be able to wear fancy dress party masks to cover our eyes and upper faces, and Frieda and Izzy would be there as well to act as look-outs so that we could freeze if anybody came too close. My rather reasonable complaint that we could hardly make love while we were wearing even the flimsiest of underwear was pooh-poohed by Izzy who went over to a wooden chair by another door and picked up what looked like a bra and panties set from an open box. They were black of course, but edged with rather fetching bottle green stitching and ribbons. I was about to point out that the panties, nice as they looked, would still be a barrier when Izzy smiled sweetly and pulled at the sides, opening up a gap down the front. They were split crotch! That shut me up, especially as Ilse had grabbed them from Izzy with a whoop of delight.

"Ooooh they do look like fun!"

The next ten minutes passed me by in something of a haze. Having gotten Ilse 'on-side', Izzy ignored my further protests and got on with it. I found out that the door by the chair actually led into the shop front display area, and she'd quickly drawn curtains across the windows while Ilse and Frieda pushed the existing mannequins to one side, leaving the centre of the 'stage' bare.

"Get the chair Paolo," ordered Izzy as she tidied away some small boxes. I looked around the storeroom but all that was there was the plain wooden chair that our box of 'props' sat on. It looked old and rather worn. Surely she didn't want that one?

"Yes, that one Paolo, " she pointed, sticking her head round the door, "come on, we haven't got all day!"

I brought it in and set it down, Izzy quickly positioning it just off centre and half angled towards the window front.

"What's that for?" I asked stupidly.

She gave me a look, "Well, you'll need to sit on something while Ilse works on you!"

"What!" I gasped

She gave me another look, "Simple Paolo, you sit on the chair, Ilse straddles you and... well, off you go... all you'll have to do is sit there and enjoy yourself!"

Ilse nodded encouragingly, with a big cheesy grin spreading across her face. All I could see in my mind was a myriad of angry old ladies gathering outside while Ilse 'worked' on me!

23. Setting a Hot Scene

Back in the storeroom, Izzy picked up the props box and passed a pink bundle to Frieda, taking a lemon yellow bundle herself and finally passing me a black leather item. Ilse already had her black bra and panties, and the pink and yellow turned out to be equally sexy bra and panties sets that Frieda and Izzy would wear as they pretended to be display mannequins and kept a look out. I was actually quite looking forward to seeing them in those flimsy items!

I examined the stringy black leather straps I'd been given with puzzlement, but Izzy soon set me right. It was like a male G-string, but with a loop at the front to fit around whatever sort of erection I might manage. Izzy had decided that it would be better if it looked as though I was covered, even if I would be protruding straight upwards, and hopefully into Ilse!

Ilse's eyes already sparkled with anticipation and as I turned towards her to show her my ridiculous leather thong, she pulled me into her arms, her lips searching hungrily for mine. It didn't seem right to put a damper on proceedings by explaining yet again why this was not a good idea, and I soon started to kiss her back, letting her tongue force its way into my mouth before engaging in a breathtaking fight for dominance.

My hands were soon raking up and down her sides, then grabbing her bum through her skirt and pulling her into me, encouraging her to feel the hardness that she'd instantly triggered! Her hands were around my neck, trapping us in our steamy kiss, and then her hips began to gyrate against me, rubbing her pussy up against my erection, and sighing at the way that the fire between her legs exploded and began to throb. It seemed like a promising start, and, despite the throbbing of the blood in my forehead, I heard Izzy vaguely in the distance.

"Well Frieda, they're not wasting any time are they! Maybe we should get undressed and into these little goodies!"

I just couldn't resist it. Even while I was being slowly suffocated by Ilse's serpent like lips, I twisted her round a bit so that I could watch them disrobe! It was hard to know what to concentrate on as Frieda pulled off her dress, and twisted to reach behind her for the fastening of her bright red bra. At first I was surprised to see that her little triangle of pussy hair was already bare until I remembered that I already had her panties in my pocket after our car park encounter!

Just next to her, Izzy had already slipped off her blouse and undone her belt. Her hands were at her waist as she zipped down her skirt and wiggled her hips to let it fall sensuously to the floor, leaving her standing there in her cream bra and panties and her matching suspender belt, long legs wrapped invitingly in her tan stockings. She looked absolutely divine!

But Ilse wasn't co-operating with my voyeuristic moment, and she twisted me back around as she forced me backwards and up against some shelving in her desire to grind herself up against me, her hot lips working even harder against mine, forcing me to concentrate solely on her. It wasn't hard!

Eventually she pulled away though, leaving us both sagging and breathing hard. Her eyes were fiery as she held mine in her gaze.

"Undress me Paolo...please..."

I didn't need a second prompt as I moved towards her, letting my hands run over her tight top, tracing the shape of her breasts before dropping down to her skirt and pulling the ivory material out and quickly dragging it over her head. She was wearing a deeply cut, black half cup bra underneath that was thrusting out her breasts invitingly towards me. She didn't turn, so I had to reach round her to trace the material around her smooth back, and she leaned into my neck to gently nibble my ear as I fumbled with the fastening. But then it was free and I pulled back a little dragging the bra with me and exposing her two gloriously pert little orbs. Her nipples already looked hard and pointy as I paused for a second to admire them.

I gulped as I reached out for them but she stepped back, "No, not yet Paolo, finish undressing me first!"

God, women could be so annoying! But I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to me, as my fingers found and released her zip fastening before dragging it down her side and loosening the waistband. I almost ripped it in my need to drag it down her legs, and had to kneel to pull it to the floor and away for her feet. And as it had dropped, I'd had a beautiful close up of her thin black panties drawn tightly over her mound and milky white thigh tops above her black stockings. I slid my hands slowly up the inside of her thigh, feeling her tremble as my fingers reached her stocking tops and caress the bare skin above them.

But I couldn't stop there and Ilse gave out a long throaty sigh as my fingers searched higher, and slid over her smooth panties, delving between her legs which she obligingly opened a little so that I could slide my fingertips over her damp slit. I rubbed her in that sensitive spot for a few minutes while she groaned with pleasure and felt her respond by gradually forcing her pussy up against my fingers before my other hand grabbed the top of her panties and rolled them downwards. The sight of her beautiful, blond tufted pussy was mesmerising, and I paused for a minute to admire it. That was when I felt hands on my shoulder pulling me away!

"Come on Paolo, we haven't got all day!" said Izzy, as she pulled me up and began to unbutton my shirt.

I saw that Frieda had also appeared next to Ilse and was quickly removing the rest of her underwear and stockings. She was dressed, if that's the right word, in the skimpy pink bra and panties set that Izzy had given her. It seemed one size too small given the way that the panties pulled tightly into her pussy. It was debatable who looked sexier!

"Oi, careful!" I gasped as I felt Izzy unbuckle my belt from behind and begin to drag down my slacks. I was already painfully big, and Izzy was none too cautious as she dragged them over the big bulge in the front of my white boxer shorts. I turned as she was bent down pulling off my shoes and socks and saw that she was wearing the same type of bra and panties as Frieda, but in lemon, and by bending down below me I was staring straight into the marvellous cleavage engineered by that clever bra.

Frieda meanwhile had got Ilse into her split crotch panties and had pulled them up before giving Ilse the bra to put on herself. I was staring closely at the crotch of her panties trying to see where the gap was when I heard two exclamations of surprise!

One was from me, as I felt Izzy grab my boxers and drag them down as well, releasing my mighty erection to sway about in front of me. The other was from Izzy who had her fingers on her breasts, slowly stroking the pink nipples that had appeared from inside her bra cups. It seemed that it wasn't just the knickers that had holes in them!

We all stopped for a moment. My eyes were fixed on Ilse's tender pink nipples as she slowly squeezed them between finger and thumb. Everyone else's were on my swaying erection.

"Wow"

"Mmmmmmm"

"You lucky thing Ilse!"

But that wasn't the end of our preparations.

Izzy gave us each our fancy dress party masks. They were the same colour as our panties, and my thong, so mine was black with little flared wings at each side of the eye holes, flecked with silver. It just sat on my nose and had arms like spectacles that looped over my ears. Looking round at the girls, I was pleased to see that they did a good job of disguising our faces!