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This is a memoir of a real event that occurred in France during the late 90's. I enjoy writing stories that bring out the erotic flavor of an experience, so I tend to include details beyond simple descriptions of sex. That might include the venue, season, mood, fragrances, and emotional impact etc. I don't claim to be a skilled writer, but I hope this story conveys a little flavor of an extraordinary time in my life. And that's something I'd love to hear about -- what in particular, if anything, about this story you find erotic. Here's the first part, more to follow if you enjoy it! -- Dave
I was visiting an old girl friend in Paris during a stopover to Asia. It was spontaneous and I had given little thought to what Colette might have in mind for the evening. I just assumed we would meet over dinner, catch up and perhaps make love afterwards. I met Colette back in the early 90's during a trip to Bordeaux (a vacation filled with French wine and haught cuisine), and fell in love with her tall slender body and quiet confidence. She was unlike any woman I'd meet before in that she was sexually voracious and often predatory in pursuit of new and original experiences. During the time I spent with her after we first met, she introduced me to a level of sexuality I could never have imagined - from masked balls where the only item of clothing was a mask, to group sex with multiple partners of both sexes. She loved seduction and took voyeurism to an extreme level. Colette made a such an impression on me that my life has been irrevocably colored by her influence... and I am richer for it.
It was my birthday, something I didn't consider important, but Colette remembered and took me to a tiny bistro in the Latin Quarter. We ate, drank, swapped news, and laughed a lot. Soon it was past midnight and Colette tugged my shirt whispering, "a chez moi?' Out in the street we walked to the Metro laughing and holding each other for balance. On the train, the sober lighting made me focus on Colette's long legs, accentuated by her black mini skirt. The movement of the train rattling over the rails jarred her legs, opening and closing them in rhythm. Noticing my attention, she spread her legs slightly giving me and the middle aged man next to me a view of her black thong. My neighbor shot me a glance, then fixed his stare back on Colette's crotch. Looking intently at first me then the wide eyed stranger, she opened her legs until I could see the outer folds of her labia appearing under her minuscule thong. The train began to slow and came to a full stop. In the silence Colette, keeping her eyes fixed on the stranger, slowly closed her legs and stood -- it was our stop. Pouting her lips and blowing strands of blond hair away from her face, she took me by the hand and we walked to the exit. The Bastille is an old part of Paris filled with historic buildings and Colette's apartment is in a converted library with vaulted ceilings and superb views of the city.
She opened the door and we walked inside, footsteps echoing off the marble floor. "Sit down here and wait," she said. "I have a surprise for you, but you must wait until I call you!" Ha, I thought, she's remembered my birthday after all. As I sat on the rustic French armchair, I thought I heard whispering coming from Colette's living room, but couldn't be sure. After five or more minutes I called out to her asking if she was okay.. Colette called back saying, "I'm great, you can come in now!" I entered the room and saw a huge birthday cake with what must have been over 50 candles -- much greater in number than my 22 years. It was then that I could make out three nude figures sprawled over the back of Colette's long couch. Asses in the air and shouting, "bon anniversaire!" the girls giggled to each other shifting position slightly in the candlelight. I recognized Colette immediately, her long legs and peach shaped ass unmistakable, and from her laugh it was clear that Marie, a raven haired girl, lay to her right. I couldn't make out the other girl, who looked full figured next to Colette's skinny frame. Flickering candles cast shadows on their bodies, which disappeared briefly to reveal delicious curves. My first reaction was to laugh, thinking that Colette had convinced her friends to play a cruel birthday joke - teasing me with their bodies, only to get up and walk away. But after the shouting had died down, the girls lay perched on the couch seemingly content to stay where they were. I walked over to Colette and tapped her playfully on the ass saying, "how could you tease me like this! What have I done to deserve it?" "Oh, you deserve it!," Colette said, raising her ass higher, inviting my touch. I glanced at the other two girls, who were moving their bodies seductively as well. I kissed Colette on the neck and paused to inhale her perfumed hair, luscious to the touch. Blowing into the nape of her neck, I ran my tongue down her back eventually pushing her checks apart to pause at her ass, teasing it gently. Then licking in slow strokes, I traced the contour of her labia until I reached her clit - swollen to my touch. Alternating between sucking and licking, I pushed my tongue deep into Colette's pussy, feeling her tense with pleasure. Marie said, "moi aussi!" and I raised my head to see her ass edging closer to Colette. I reached out and touched her inner thigh, my fingers finding her shaved pussy. Using my index finger to stroke her clit, I slid my thumb along her wet, engorged labia. My heart was pounding and cock rock hard -- I finally realized this was not a joke. It might have been originally, but something had changed and here I was in a room with three women, two of whom were clearly aroused. I turned my attention back to Colette, who was butting her ass into my crotch.. Massaging Marie's wet clit with one hand, I clumsily undid my pants and boxers and felt them drop to the floor, releasing my cock, which sprung upwards brushing Colette's cheek. Pushing her cheeks apart, I pushed the head of my cock into her silky smooth pussy, moving slowly until I was fully in, my hands grasping her hips. She let out a quiet moan and arched her back, her long blond hair falling over her face. Tensing her body, she tightened her vaginal muscles around my cock while I slowly withdrew, pausing to relish the sensation. I felt a hand resting on my shoulder, gently caressing me -- I was so focused on Colette, that I hadn't noticed that the other girls had got off the couch and now stood behind me. Marie smiled and nodded her head in approval as I instinctively began to thrust my cock into Colette, balls slapping lightly against her ass. The other girl, whose name I later learned was Juliet, watched impassively, but reached out her hand to touch mine while I continued to fuck Colette from behind. Withdrawing her hand, she began kneading her right nipple, pursing her lips slightly. Colette began to moan louder as I quickened the pace, the air heavy with sexual energy. I was beginning to lose control and on a razor's edge, almost exploding in Colette's pussy before pausing to catch my breath. Marie had been kissing my neck and now reached down to cup my balls, running her thumb along my pituitary to my ass, making me gasp. TO BE CONTINUED
I was visiting an old girl friend in Paris during a stopover to Asia. It was spontaneous and I had given little thought to what Colette might have in mind for the evening. I just assumed we would meet over dinner, catch up and perhaps make love afterwards. I met Colette back in the early 90's during a trip to Bordeaux (a vacation filled with French wine and haught cuisine), and fell in love with her tall slender body and quiet confidence. She was unlike any woman I'd meet before in that she was sexually voracious and often predatory in pursuit of new and original experiences. During the time I spent with her after we first met, she introduced me to a level of sexuality I could never have imagined - from masked balls where the only item of clothing was a mask, to group sex with multiple partners of both sexes. She loved seduction and took voyeurism to an extreme level. Colette made a such an impression on me that my life has been irrevocably colored by her influence... and I am richer for it.
It was my birthday, something I didn't consider important, but Colette remembered and took me to a tiny bistro in the Latin Quarter. We ate, drank, swapped news, and laughed a lot. Soon it was past midnight and Colette tugged my shirt whispering, "a chez moi?' Out in the street we walked to the Metro laughing and holding each other for balance. On the train, the sober lighting made me focus on Colette's long legs, accentuated by her black mini skirt. The movement of the train rattling over the rails jarred her legs, opening and closing them in rhythm. Noticing my attention, she spread her legs slightly giving me and the middle aged man next to me a view of her black thong. My neighbor shot me a glance, then fixed his stare back on Colette's crotch. Looking intently at first me then the wide eyed stranger, she opened her legs until I could see the outer folds of her labia appearing under her minuscule thong. The train began to slow and came to a full stop. In the silence Colette, keeping her eyes fixed on the stranger, slowly closed her legs and stood -- it was our stop. Pouting her lips and blowing strands of blond hair away from her face, she took me by the hand and we walked to the exit. The Bastille is an old part of Paris filled with historic buildings and Colette's apartment is in a converted library with vaulted ceilings and superb views of the city.
She opened the door and we walked inside, footsteps echoing off the marble floor. "Sit down here and wait," she said. "I have a surprise for you, but you must wait until I call you!" Ha, I thought, she's remembered my birthday after all. As I sat on the rustic French armchair, I thought I heard whispering coming from Colette's living room, but couldn't be sure. After five or more minutes I called out to her asking if she was okay.. Colette called back saying, "I'm great, you can come in now!" I entered the room and saw a huge birthday cake with what must have been over 50 candles -- much greater in number than my 22 years. It was then that I could make out three nude figures sprawled over the back of Colette's long couch. Asses in the air and shouting, "bon anniversaire!" the girls giggled to each other shifting position slightly in the candlelight. I recognized Colette immediately, her long legs and peach shaped ass unmistakable, and from her laugh it was clear that Marie, a raven haired girl, lay to her right. I couldn't make out the other girl, who looked full figured next to Colette's skinny frame. Flickering candles cast shadows on their bodies, which disappeared briefly to reveal delicious curves. My first reaction was to laugh, thinking that Colette had convinced her friends to play a cruel birthday joke - teasing me with their bodies, only to get up and walk away. But after the shouting had died down, the girls lay perched on the couch seemingly content to stay where they were. I walked over to Colette and tapped her playfully on the ass saying, "how could you tease me like this! What have I done to deserve it?" "Oh, you deserve it!," Colette said, raising her ass higher, inviting my touch. I glanced at the other two girls, who were moving their bodies seductively as well. I kissed Colette on the neck and paused to inhale her perfumed hair, luscious to the touch. Blowing into the nape of her neck, I ran my tongue down her back eventually pushing her checks apart to pause at her ass, teasing it gently. Then licking in slow strokes, I traced the contour of her labia until I reached her clit - swollen to my touch. Alternating between sucking and licking, I pushed my tongue deep into Colette's pussy, feeling her tense with pleasure. Marie said, "moi aussi!" and I raised my head to see her ass edging closer to Colette. I reached out and touched her inner thigh, my fingers finding her shaved pussy. Using my index finger to stroke her clit, I slid my thumb along her wet, engorged labia. My heart was pounding and cock rock hard -- I finally realized this was not a joke. It might have been originally, but something had changed and here I was in a room with three women, two of whom were clearly aroused. I turned my attention back to Colette, who was butting her ass into my crotch.. Massaging Marie's wet clit with one hand, I clumsily undid my pants and boxers and felt them drop to the floor, releasing my cock, which sprung upwards brushing Colette's cheek. Pushing her cheeks apart, I pushed the head of my cock into her silky smooth pussy, moving slowly until I was fully in, my hands grasping her hips. She let out a quiet moan and arched her back, her long blond hair falling over her face. Tensing her body, she tightened her vaginal muscles around my cock while I slowly withdrew, pausing to relish the sensation. I felt a hand resting on my shoulder, gently caressing me -- I was so focused on Colette, that I hadn't noticed that the other girls had got off the couch and now stood behind me. Marie smiled and nodded her head in approval as I instinctively began to thrust my cock into Colette, balls slapping lightly against her ass. The other girl, whose name I later learned was Juliet, watched impassively, but reached out her hand to touch mine while I continued to fuck Colette from behind. Withdrawing her hand, she began kneading her right nipple, pursing her lips slightly. Colette began to moan louder as I quickened the pace, the air heavy with sexual energy. I was beginning to lose control and on a razor's edge, almost exploding in Colette's pussy before pausing to catch my breath. Marie had been kissing my neck and now reached down to cup my balls, running her thumb along my pituitary to my ass, making me gasp. TO BE CONTINUED
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