Late 90s. Paris. The dancing hall near Place de la Madeleine pulses with retro tango. Sunday afternoon thé dansant. Air thick with cheap perfume and cigarette smoke. Heart hammers as I descend the stairs. Semi-darkness. Eyes scan me. Fifty-something cougars in vertiginous heels, black stockings, short sexy dresses. Nails long, jewelry flashing. Made up like whores. Hungry for cock.
I’m thirty, suited up sharp. Black shirt, dark tie. Vodka burns my throat. Pulse races. First try flops. Brunette in thigh boots has her man. Disco beat hits. Dance floor floods. I gyrate wild. No rheumatism here. Tease them. Eyes lock. Grinning.
The Fever
Musette slows. Spot her. Brigitte. Platinum blonde. Fifties. Tight black dress hugs obus tits. Couture stockings. Varnished stilettos, 15cm spikes. Gold ankle chain. Rings everywhere. Cigarette dangles. Femme fatale. Our eyes meet. I slide in. Compliment her outfit, that intoxicating scent. Champagne flows. Legs cross, brushes mine. Cock twitches hard.
Hand on her shoulder. She yields. Game on. DJ drops a slow. I pull her close. Heels make her tower. Perfume drowns me. Hands on hips. Slide to ass. Feel garters. ‘You like that,’ she whispers hot in my ear. Cock strains pants. She grinds. Heavy tits crush my chest. Head on shoulder. Tongue licks neck. Shivers explode. Back to shadows. Fingers trace silk stockings. Hit that black lace edge. She strokes my bulge. Licks lips. Pure fire.
Hours blur. Throat dry. Balls ache. Time to leave. She slips off stiletto. Vestiaire ticket inside. I massage her stockinged foot. Eyes close in bliss. Outside, tongues clash. She grabs my ass. Hard. Car nearby. Quiet street. Open door. Skirt hikes up teasing. Inside, kisses rage. Hand on crotch. ‘I want to suck you.’ Zipper down. Mouth engulfs cock.
The Blaze
The Blaze
Tongue swirls glans. Wet slurps echo. Saliva drips. She spits on shaft. Licks like ice cream. Street dark, but risk spikes adrenaline. Heart pounds wild. Grip her head. Thrust deep. Hot mouth expert. She’s sucked hundreds. Loves it. Gags hungry. Balls tighten. Râle builds. Explode. Cum floods her throat. Swallows every drop. Lips glossy with seed.
The Cendres
She rises. Eyes smolder. ‘Come for a last drink at my place?’ Skin still burns. Pulse slows. Sweat cools. That dangerous high lingers. Night just starting. Total surrender.