The long, narrow table at the auberge near Limoges buzzed with chatter. Eleven women, sharp and sexy in their sales assistant polish. I slid into my seat late, after chatting with Hélène. Smirks all around. They teased about her reputation—ruthless climber, fucking her way up.
Then her knee nudged mine. Marie, across the table. Hazel eyes locked on. Intense. Hungry. I pressed back. Her thigh gripped my knee. Heat radiated. Soft, warm flesh. My cock twitched. She slid forward on her seat. Basin thrusting. My knee hit her crotch. She clamped down hard. Wet warmth seeped through fabric. Excitement surged. Pulse hammered. Cheeks burned.
The Awakening Spark
Elodie interrupted. Marie blushed but fired back: “Thinking of nice things I’d love to do.” Her foot rubbed my calf. Slow, teasing. We rocked subtly. Her pussy lips parting around my knee. Soaked. My erection strained my briefs. Everyone oblivious. Just us, fucking under the table with legs. Dessert came. I pulled away: “Save some for later.” She winked.
Rising, she eyed my bulge. Tongue licked lips. “Not bad…” Whispered hot.
Parking lot. My car tucked away. Phone call to Bordeaux secretary dragged. Hung up. There she was. Marie sauntering over. Slim, curvy. Linen pants hugging hips. Silk tee straining over braless tits—wait, no bra? Eyes sparkling. “Can I hitch a ride?”
“Chauffeur or car?” Our mouths crashed. Tongues battled. Tits mashed my chest. Hips ground. Her pussy mound hunted my hard cock. Standing fuck through clothes. Risky—colleagues anywhere. “Inside,” I gasped.
She stroked my bulge. Unzipped. Cock sprang free, pre-cum glistening. Hand in briefs. Slow pump. Fingers teased head. Her moans. I pinched nipples through silk. Hard peaks. She shoved down briefs. “There it is…” Fist pumped. Eyes shut. Bliss.
No time. But she engulfed it. Hot mouth. Tongue swirled glans. Lips sucked tight. Balls cupped, squeezed. I throbbed. “Stop or I cum.”
She pulled off, licking lips. “Your cock tastes good. Balls so full.”
My turn. She unbuttoned pants. String bikini white. Bush peeking. Soaked strip wedged in swollen lips. Thighs spread. Pulled string aside. Puffy lips, pink inner folds dripping. Clit erect, begging.
Raw Parking Passion
Tongue to clit. She bucked. Musky nectar. Lapped lips. Fucked her hole. She gripped my head. “Stop! No time to cum.”
Frustrated. Dressed. Drove back flushed. Silence thick with need.
Back in class. She passed note: “Can’t take it. Gonna rub off.” Left. Imagined her fingering clit, maybe ass. Returned glowing. Note with soaked kleenex: “Taste me.”
I sniffed. Licked. Pussy scent. Cock raged.
Her next: “Jerk off for me. Give kleenex.” Pause. She flashed tits—bare, perky, nipples stiff. Took tissues. I bolted to men’s room. Pumped furiously. Exploded ropes into kleenex. Relief, not ecstasy.
She waited. Licked cum greedily. “Mmm, love it.”
In session, she smeared lips with my load. Tongue out, shiny white streaks. Elodie sniffed air. Odd look. Then snatched kleenex. Licked too. Smirked at me. Complicit.
Day dragged. Secret shared. Eve of fire ahead. Thrill of the forbidden pulsed. We’d dared. Craved more.