It’s my birthday. I rush to Lou’s tiny two-room apartment on Rue Monge. Old stone building. Fifth floor. Skip the creaky elevator. Stairs groan under my steps. Door ajar. I knock. Her voice from the bedroom: ‘Come in.’ Salon-kitchen smells like her. Music scores on desk: Philip Glass, John Adams. Heart pounds. This is our secret. No one knows.
Push the bedroom door. It creaks. She’s kneeling on the bed. Curtains drawn. Dim candlelight. Warm air thick. Champagne bucket on nightstand, bottle sweating. Lou almost naked. Black lace bra. Oiled skin glows golden. Tanned. Medium height. Curvy hips. Firm belly. Plump ass. Short brown bush between thick thighs. wavy brunette hair cascades down. Hazel eyes pierce me. Hungry.
The Awakening: Climbing to Her Door, Pulse Racing
‘Strip,’ she whispers. Jacket, tee, jeans off. Naked but for my Breguet watch and bracelets. Cock hard, veined. She eyes my tall frame, broad shoulders, pecs, six-pack. ‘Lie down. Legs spread.’ I sink into ikat pillows I gifted her. She crawls between my thighs. Kisses me deep. Vanilla-orange scent. ‘Birthday suck. Slow. Till you cum in my mouth. I’ll swallow every drop. Make it last.’
Oil bottle: citrus, exotic peppers, cinnamon. She slicks my chest, abs. Hands ringless, just her wooden bracelet. Fingers glide flanks, hips, pubis. Grips my shaft. Thumbs circle head through foreskin. Shivers hit. Balls next, delicate. She trembles. Excited.
Memories flash. Met through friends. Music talk. Smart girl, composer student. Broke her from toxic ex. Built her up. First fuck, bra stayed on. Shy about small tits. Now, she’s bold. But still…
She settles. Pillow under her. Mouth on foreskin. Fingers stroke shaft. Eyes locked. Sucks slow. Balls massaged. Saliva drips. Pulls skin back. Purple head pops in. Suction builds. Deep throat. I groan. Hand in her hair. Want to flood her.
‘Bra off. Show me your tits.’ Hesitates. Unclasps. B-cups, brown nipples hard. ‘Love ’em. Wanna suck forever.’ She smiles. Dives back. Hands pump. Mouth on head. Foreskin play. Tongue on frenulum. Bite lip. Don’t cum yet. She laps shaft, balls. Sucks each nut. Ass arches. Perfect cheeks beg for cock.
Flashback: Prepped her ass. Finger first. Then head. Cum there once. Slow progress.
The Act: Her Mouth Devours, I Explode, Then I Claim Her
Varies speed. Tongue out, rubs head. I beg: ‘Flat on belly. Show ass.’ She does. View insane. Week prior: Fucked her bent over dryer. Skirt up, thong down. Raw after trip.
Edge hits. She cams ass up. Mouth, hand on shaft, other on balls. Hands in hair. Lips fly. Cum blasts. ‘Lou! Cumming! All in your mouth, fuck!’ Jets fill her. Swallows steady. Milks every drop. Cleans with cat-like licks.
She cuddles. ‘Liked it?’ Kiss her. Taste me. ‘Insane. Best ever.’ Fingers trace abs. ‘What now?’ Hand to her soaked pussy. Dripping.
Stand dominant. ‘Edge of bed. Legs wide.’ Sits. Cunt exposed. Wet lips swollen. Kneel. Spread. Kiss outer lips. Tongue inner. Thick juice. Suck clit. Fingers probe. She moans. Legs quake. Lick ass too. Finger in. Thumb clit. She screams. Cums hard.
Cock iron. ‘Want this?’ ‘Fuck yes! Deep!’ Push in. Balls deep. Suck tits. Nipples rock hard. Pound. She grips ass. ‘Came when you entered. Huge.’ Fingers circle base. I erupt again. Spasms rack me.
Champagne time. Krug chilled. Pour crystal flutes. Toast. Her nude, oiled, tits perky. Hand on thigh. Night’s young. Our dirty secret safe. Thrill pulses. No one suspects.