Two days since Elise. My mind’s a haze. Can’t focus on the Russian novel. Freelance translator, home office in Paris. Deadline looms, but Elise’s touch haunts me. Heat builds inside. I need air. Slip into a light dress, no panties. Sun promises stifling heat. Tuileries Garden calls.
Strolling past dog walkers. Spot him. Anthony. Heart skips. Quickens pace. ‘Anthony?’ He turns, surprised. ‘Jane! Airing out?’ Chatting. His Irish setter bounds up, red coat gleaming. Iseult. Pet her head. Leash on. Cafe terrace next.
The Fever
Coffee arrives. Iseult curls under his chair. He mentions Elise. ‘She raves about you.’ Flirt sparks. My V-neck draws his eyes. Cleavage burns under his gaze. ‘Seductive?’ I tease. ‘Petite amie of Elise, but we share.’ His grin widens. Threesome hint. Pulse races. Fantasize his naked body. Core throbs. Legs uncross, spread. Breeze teases bare pussy. Wetness gathers. Ache screams. Control slips.
‘If Elise invites…’ Promise hangs. Smile, rise. Kiss goodbye. Walk away pulsing. Need cock now. Call Victor. Old flame. Reliable fuck. ‘Lunch?’ He agrees. Midday.
Doorbell. Victor, wine in hand. Charming greys at temples. Blue eyes pierce. Casual clothes hug his muscled frame. Desire floods back. Pussy clenches. Nipples harden. Wine poured. Couch. Spill about Anthony. Lust confession. His hand on my knee. Fire ignites.
Kiss crashes. Hungry. Rip off his shirt. Lick chest. Suck nipples. Kneel. Belt undone. Cock springs free, hard, veined. Throat engulfs it. Suck deep. Tongue swirls glans. He groans. Hand in hair. ‘Continue.’ Saliva drips. Pussy drips more.
The Blaze
Rise. Dress off. Naked. ‘Lick me.’ He kneels. Legs spread. Tongue dives into slick folds. Sucks clit. Penetrates. Waves crash. Moans escape. ‘Don’t stop!’ Tongue rims ass. Orgasm rips. Juices flood his mouth.
‘Don’t stop!’ He stands. Cock spears pussy. Hands grip thighs. Pounds hard. Skin slaps. Heart hammers. ‘More!’ Climax again. Growl tears out.
Pulls out. ‘Turn.’ On knees, ass up. Thumb wets from pussy. Saliva on hole. Gland presses. Slides in. Cry of bliss. Fills ass completely. Thrusts savage. Balls slap. Body quakes. Dual orgasm explodes. He floods me. Collapse.
Skin slick with sweat. Heart slows. Giggles bubble. ‘Wild, Jane.’ Embarrassed flush. Laughter shared. Sated. Primal need quenched. Lunch follows. Stories flow. Serenity settles. Bruised flesh thrums. Unique blaze etched in memory.