Our lips met intensely, my hands lingering on his chest. We hastened our walk, and finally, we arrived at much less busy streets. She threw her arms around my neck, I dropped the packages I was carrying, and we shared a long kiss. It was clear she wasn’t wearing any panties. The men’s gazes were eager to know a little more about what lay beneath her long thighs. Our lips met intensely, my hands lingering on his chest. There were many customers on the terraces. No one could ignore the nakedness of her little pussy anymore. Her dress was still damp, but it looked okay. She was wearing heels that matched her outfit. It was common at that time to go braless. She threw her arms around my neck, I dropped the packages I was carrying, and we shared a long kiss. Sylvie was worried about seasickness. We reached Toulon, at the marina in the city center, where the quays, a promenade for tourists, are lined with bars and restaurants. Some found themselves sitting in the aisle, ejected from the benches. Our lips met intensely, my hands lingering on his chest. In the middle of a summer day, we decided to go to Porquerolles.
