Sunlight pierces Virginie’s bedroom curtains. A naked body spoons mine. Brain fog clears. God, life rocks now. Virginie stirs, eyes flutter open. Smiles. One kiss. Two. Hundreds, tongues dancing slow and wet. My hand cups her right breast, thumb circles nipple. Switch to left. Suck it hard. She pulls back. ‘Gotta open the salon, babe.’ Drags me to bathroom. Hot water cascades. She explains last night’s flood on my face. ‘I’m a squirter. Glands squirt clear juice at peak tension. Inodorous.’ Shocked? No. Slept sticky, happy. We scrub, dress, makeup on point. Her car hums to the city. Drops me home. Chaste peck—no neighbor gossip. ‘Call after Pierre phones.’ Heart races. In love.
Lock door. Strip. Tub fills. Soap lathers tits. Right one first, lingering like never before. Strict upbringing forbade this. Left now. Back. Hands slide down. Fingers graze pussy lips. Gentle rub with suds. Heat builds low. Virgin territory—first solo touch. Circles clit. Pleasure surges. Age whatever, first finger orgasm hits. Bold now. One finger in cunt. Two. Three stretch me. Thumb flicks clit. Fuck, so good! Wasted years on that puritan shit. Belly tightens. I scream, cum hard. Full body rinse. Spread lips under shower jet. Tingles start. Push harder—no second round.
The Stopover
Dry off. Raid closet. Nothing slutty, just preppy BCBG shit. Terrace lunch. Sunny day. Eyes fuck passing women. Could any eat pussy right? Too new, too loyal to Virginie. Bijouterie run. Gold watch for her—gift from my pleasure goddess. Afternoon drags. Streets blur. Wrist checks time obsessively. 4 PM, home. Pierre calls. Fake sweet voice. ‘Stayed in, shopped, team dinner. Early bed for tomorrow’s flight.’ Rendezvous 3 PM his return. Forgot. Click off. Grab gift. Dash to salon.
Her face lights up at register. Linger till close. Help shutters down. Staff waves bye. Traffic jams: Joinville-le-Pont, Champigny-sur-Marne, Chennevières. Pavillon door swings. ‘Naturist?’ She strips fast. Perfect body. Shaved slit gleams, girlish. Neighbors? ‘Zero visibility. Garden, pool, sauna—private paradise.’ Nude sunbathing heaven. I fidget clothed. Uncomfortable. Blouse flies. Bra next. Skirt, stockings, garter, panties gone. Naked. She hugs tight. Bodies grind. Shivers. Bed swallows us.
She flips to 69. Tongue laps my clit, dives cunt. I bury face in her bald pussy. Lick eager for squirt nectar. Tongues frenzy. Orgasms crash together. Her jets flood my mouth—sweet nectar. First 69 down.
The Transit
Quick shower. Soapy hands roam tits, asses, slits. Dry slow, tease sensitives. Nude dinner. Side-by-side chairs. Fingers trail thighs.
Talk real. She loves dick too. Casual guys. Pierre’s my hubby duty-fuck. Cool, we keep this. Gift watch—her eyes sparkle as I clasp it.
Sex toys? Never. She fetches three. Pick pink cock-shaped vibe—Pierre’s tiny prick prepped me wary. Legs spread. She sucks it wet. Fingers my pussy: one, two, three. Twist on—buzz roars. Slides deep. Vibes hit walls. Clit explodes. Cum instant, full penetration thrill. Pierre’s shrimp confirmed. Laugh riot. My turn on her. Long moans, no squirt tonight. Drained. Bed calls. Saturday salon grind awaits. Sleep heavy with erotic dreams. Pierre lands tomorrow.