I’m in Madame Arlette’s bedroom, the air thick with her perfume. She’s on the chaise lounge, peignoir slipping, nervous after a wild night out. Captain’s away. House quiet. I carry the tray, heart pounding. Found that violet oil from the old Baroness. ‘Want me to use this, Madame? Relaxes the skin deep.’ She sniffs, eyes lighting up. ‘Yes, Sophie, perfect.’ Peignoir’s too fine, might stain. ‘Slide it off your shoulders? Direct on skin, better.’ She hesitates, then nods. Arms out, silk whispers down. Her back bare, pale, perfect curve to her ass. Nothing underneath. My hands shake as I pour oil, warm it. Start on shoulders, knots melting under my thumbs. She sighs, melts. Neck, spine, slow circles. Oil slick, my palms glide. Deeper, firmer. Her breath quickens. I venture lower, hips, brushing her cheeks. Forbidden heat builds. She murmurs, ‘More, Sophie.’ Excitement surges—taboo thrill of touching her like this. No one knows.
Her ass cheeks firm under my grip. Knead slow, then hard, oil shining. She arches, pushes back. Heat radiates. I stroke up her back, down again, bolder. Peignoir falls to her waist. She flips, covers her pussy barely, tits thrust up—full, nipples dark, stiff peaks begging. ‘Flanks too, shoulders.’ My thumbs circle under her breasts, so close. She bucks, my thumbs slip onto nipples. Hard, rubbery. She grinds into them, moans low. I pinch, roll. Her hand snakes under cloth, fingers circling her clit. Eyes shut, lost. Pulls my head down. ‘Lick them.’ Tongue out, swirl nipple, suck hard. Bite gentle. She gasps, tits heaving. See her fingering wet slit. Curious, aroused. She spreads legs over me, guides my mouth to her pussy. Fine blonde hairs, lips puffy, dripping. Tongue parts folds, salty sweet. Explore deep, lap up juices. Find her clit—swollen nub. She grabs my head, ‘Don’t stop!’ Tongue flicks fast, circles. She bucks, screams, cums hard—body shakes, floods my mouth. Thighs clamp, then release.
The Awakening
She slumps, panting, eyes on me. ‘Promise, no one knows. Trouble for us both.’ I nod, stunned, pussy throbbing. Her hand trails my arm, then cups my tit under apron. Nipple hardens. ‘You loved it too. Secret ours.’ I get it—discretion for more. ‘Yes, Madame.’ Smooth apron, cork oil. ‘Limonade?’ She smiles, pulls peignoir up. Satisfied cat. I fetch it, clean up. Heart races with dirty thrill. Crossed line, tasted her cum. No regrets. Crave next time. Our filthy secret fuels me.