Florence checks the bathroom mirror. Lipstick perfect. Dress hugs tight, deep cleavage hints lace bra. No stockings, tanned legs gleam. High heels arch her calves. Marc barely notices. Marriage stale. TV nights endless. This party? Escape.
Castle hall buzzes. September warmth spills to terrace, lawn. Guests mingle. Eyes lock on her tits, thighs. Heat stirs low. Marc drags her to bar. ‘Meet Jean-Pierre.’ Forties, solid. His wife? ‘Christine, come here.’ Blonde bombshell turns. Mirror image body. Micro-dress barely covers huge tits, endless legs in killer heels. Handshake lingers. Nails trail Florence’s palm. Blue eyes pierce. Florence blushes. Pussy twitches.
The Contact
Buffet tables scatter. They grab plates. Side table, tucked away. Women face off. Chat flows. Office jokes. Then, foot nudge. Christine’s. Bare. Presses instistent. Smiles innocent. Florence startles. Chair creaks soft. Nearby laughter muffles. No one sees under tablecloth. Heart hammers. She kicks off heel. Toes stroke ankle. Up calf. Bold. Panic glances. Voices drone close. Thrill spikes.
Husbands rise. ‘IT guys.’ Jean-Pierre nods. Christine waves off. ‘Girl talk.’ Alone. ‘What game?’ Florence whispers. ‘Stop if hate it.’ Toe slips shoe edge. Bare feet tangle. Sensual grind. Memories flood. College lover. Foot licks. Gushing orgasms. Wet now. ‘Dropped napkin.’ Bend low. Crimson toes. Legs part. Smooth pussy lips shine slick. No panties.
Florence surfaces flushed. Fingers dive under skirt. String soaks. Butt lifts. Slides down legs. Balls it in purse. Chair scrapes faint. Christine grins. Foot glides thighs. Velvet sole teases inner skin. Legs spread. Toes part lips. Thumb rubs clit. Three toes plunge pussy. Slow fuck builds. Voices pass table. Bite lip hard. Muffled gasp. Cum crashes. Body shakes silent. Sweat drips. Table hides quake.
The Indiscretion
Christine withdraws. Foot slick with juice. Squishy slide back to heel. ‘Come. Need you now.’ Legs wobble. Find husbands. Laughing cluster. ‘Car keys. CD in glovebox.’ Click. No questions. Parking shadows distant. Crickets hum. Gravel crunches soft. Berline unlocks. Rear door thuds quiet. Dome light flares, snaps off. Dark embrace. Lips crash. Tongues devour. Teeth nip. Bras unhook. Tits free. Pinch, suck hard.
Christine sinks back. Heels off. Feet prop front seats. Legs splay wide. Pussy gapes wet. Asshole winks. Florence teases. Lips on tits. Tongue flicks nipples stiff. Belly. Navel swirl. ‘Eat clit!’ Begged whisper. No. Nipple hardens rock-big. Slides lips. Circles clit. Dips hole. Probes ass. Faster. Juices flood. Fingers join. Tongue laps clit. Ass finger twists. Christine bucks. Muffled screams. Cum gushes endless.
Panting tangle. Christine licks tit. Tastes own pussy. Sucks nipple fierce. Hands roam. Feet next. Tongue laps sole. Sucks toes wet. Fingers spear cunt. Thumb grinds clit. Florence arches. Moans stifled. Waves crash free now. Orgasms echo college fire.
Dress up hasty. Makeup smears fixed. Mirror compact glows faint. Slip inside. No stares. Dance on. Hours blur. Home drive. Heart still races. ‘Hit it off with Christine?’ Marc yawns. ‘Seeing her soon.’ Smile secret. Pussy throbs recall. Tomorrow: full wax. Smooth like hers. Door clicks shut. Neighbors sleep oblivious. Rules shattered next door thrill lingers.