He shakes his head. “They are away in Paris. I am alone here.”
“Alors, viens,” she whispers as a deadly daring takes over. She grabs him and pulls him closer. “Embrasses-moi.”
The boy allows her to touch him as he studies her, his eyes roaming hungrily over her body. “You invite me to kiss you?”
Suki lays back. She’s never come on to anyone younger than herself before. Or anyone French, for that matter. But hey. They’re two strangers in a hot garden. This is a one-off. It’s going to be fun.
“Ha! So your English ain’t bad! Oui. I’m inviting you to kiss me and maybe a whole lot more than that. Let’s see. How do you French say it when you want to get down and dirty? Baise-moi.”
“I understand it perfectly.” The gardener is grinning openly now. “You want me … to fuck you?”
The knowledge that they are out in the open and that Kara might discover them at any moment only turns her on more. The sun is so hot she feels as if she’s melting. She giggles and tips herself towards him. Her boy doesn’t need to be told twice. He rips her panties off and guides two stout fingers into her ready, wet pussy. She gasps and tries to rock against his hand, desperate to relieve the building, burning pressure. But he, more confident now, or so aroused he just can’t resist, pushes her down roughly.
She flings her arms over her head in surrender and arches her body at him. He may be trying on the masterful act for size, but he’s biting down on his lip, vainly trying to hide his lust. He may not be a virgin, but she can tell he’s never been offered it on a plate like this before. A tremor runs through her as his fingers pause inside. She wants him to think of her as his first. She wants him to remember this encounter for the rest of his life.
Just then she hears Kara calling, far away in the garden of their tumbledown cottage.
“Shit, she’ll be wondering where I am!” Suki hisses, lifting her legs and wrapping them round the boy’s hips. “You gotta hurry.”
The boy shakes his head, his fingers sliding out of the wetness and wandering over her body.
“Doucement.”
He wants to do this sweet and slow, and normally that would be just fine with her, but he hasn’t understood. Her best friend is about to walk in on them. The boy just grins and starts to fondle the ripe breasts she’s offering him. He leans down and bites hard on one dark nipple, sucking it and sending shocks of desire shivering down to her cunt. Then he plays with the other one, squeezing them together so that the red nipples are standing side by side, burning for attention.
Suki forgets about her poor friend, or the fierce master of the house, whoever he is. She decides there’s no rush and pushes herself against the boy’s eager face, grabbing his hair and angling her nipples brazenly into his mouth, feeling them scraping them against his teeth, begging him to suck her.
“Suki, you’re freaking me out now!” yells Kara from the other side of the hedge, unmistakable anxiety ringing in her voice. “Stop messing around and answer me!”
Suki couldn’t call back even if she wanted to. She can only grunt and moan now. Her moist pussy is stuck to the boy’s shorts, the tiny curls caught on the fabric, tugging the tender skin before letting go. He’s hurting her now, biting and nibbling as her nipples stretch taut, pleasure mingling with pain. Her hips start to gyrate, answering the messages sent down from her tits.
She takes the waistband of his shorts and starts to pull them down over his smooth, warm buttocks. “You gotta fuck me! Vite!”
The boy stops sucking her nipples, leaving them burning and sore. He kicks off the shorts, and there’s his young cock, hot, huge and hard. Her whole body shudders, her cunt clenching impatiently to have that inside her. How the hell has she gone this long without sex? Kara is still calling, her voice undeniably getting closer, but Suki doesn’t care any more, and nor does the boy.
She grabs hold of his cock and rubs it up against her, letting him feel the softness, the wetness. Her cunt squeezes hungrily for him. He groans and buries his face in her neck, biting at her sweaty skin as he falls heavily on top of her.
Suki takes over, as she knew she would. She eases the tip of him just inside her and then grinds into him, driving him into her, digging her nails into his buttocks. He comes to life and grips her hips, going straight into gear, matching her rhythm and pushing his cock further and further up. He’s so big. The biggest she’s ever had. And the hardest. Oh God, she could get a taste for these young guys!
He’s swearing under his breath, slamming at her, faster and faster. If she’s not careful he’ll come too soon, they’re already humping so furiously. She grips him with her thighs, thrusting her hips against him, cramming him in, grinding down so that he fills her with all those solid inches of rock-hard, thrusting cock and the orgasm gathers crazily and quickly, ready to and break any minute.
She knows Kara’s right in the garden now. She can hear her friend’s bare feet swishing on the dry grass. But it’s too late now. She’s coming closer. Seeing the two of them fucking like this will shock her to the core, but they can’t stop.
And they don’t. Not until the climax explodes and they collapse in a tangle, shuddering and sweaty, beside someone’s else’s swimming pool.
Kara clears her throat.
“I take it you’re having such a good time now that you won’t be packing your bags any time soon?”
Suki rolls over and grins.
“That’s right, sister. Forget going home,” she giggles, feebly trying to cover her hot, wet body with a sliver of towel while the boy draws up his knees in an effort to hide his still-hard cock. “I reckon since there’s no one here to stop us, we should play free and easy with this lovely pool. And this lovely pool boy! What was your name, by the way?”
The boy wriggles into his shorts and stands up shakily.
“Je suis Francois. And I’m not the pool boy. I—”
Suki aims a kick at his ankle. “The gardener. Butler. Whatever. Can you find us a beer, Francois?”
“God, Lady of the Manor, or what! How do you get them eating out of your hand like that?” Kara sighs as the boy puts his sunglasses on again and slopes up to the house. She sits down at the far end of the pool, dangling her feet into the cool water and nearly coming on the spot with the pleasure of cold water on her over-heated skin.
“It doesn’t take much, K, if only you’d try it. Just one horny male, a tight, wet pussy and a bit of attitude.” Suki slides back into the pool like an otter. “Come on, loosen up. I’ll share my gorgeous young stud with you, if you like. How about a threesome? Make this a holiday you’ll never forget.”
“I’ll pass, thanks. Don’t really like you in that way.” Kara grins and sweeps a wave of glittering water over her friend as Suki cackles with laughter. “And anyway, what about the owners?”
“What, you think you’d like them in that way?”
“I mean, when did your stud say they were coming back?”
Suki turns on her back and kicks back up to where Kara is sitting. “He didn’t. I didn’t ask. We’re not doing any harm, Kara. Just having fun. Come on in. The water’s lovely.”
Kara hesitates, then pulls her shorts and tee shirt off and rolls into the blue water.
“So long as you promise to come and paint with me in the mornings like we agreed, and you don’t sleep over, or break or steal anything, I guess you can do what you like.”
Two days later, and Suki is in full bitch-on-heat mode. She won’t be prized away from Francois. As soon as the girls have completed their dawn painting sessions in the mountains, or on a cobbled village square, or near the sea, Suki rattles the old jalopy back to the cottage and then tears off next door to find Fraoncois to get him between her legs.
And what Kara likes, she discovers, is being alone. Well, as far as you can be when you’re never more than a few yards away from the moans and giggles of your bes
t friend and her new toy boy. Suki and Francois started off making out in the shade of the majestic palm trees guarding the grounds, but today, thank god, they have ventured into the house. Corrupting the master bedroom, no doubt.
She won’t watch. She saw them that first time and was shocked at how arousing it was. Suki’s golden hair spreading like a lake beneath the dark body bent intently over her. Their limbs melting and entwining, the boy’s muscles flexing, his buttocks tightening and thrusting, the illusion that such rough movement must hurt, yet knowing it was giving her friend the most exquisite pleasure …
She enters the garden the official way, through the side gate, and passes a neatly stacked hang glider beside the garage. As soon as she sees the glittering pool she breaks into a run in an effort to shake off this new restlessness. Pausing only to strip, she dives in.
Today she is challenging herself to swim as many lengths as possible underwater so she can stop thinking. What’s wrong with her? Why doesn’t she want a piece of Francois? She can see he’s beautifully formed and extremely well hung. She’s even sketched him lying by the pool taking a rare breather before Suki dragged him off again.
But when he’s not fucking her friend, when it’s just him on his own, there’s not a flicker of real desire. She’s not attracted to Suki, but she’s not attracted to Francois, either. There’s no tightening of the stomach or racing of the heart, even while she’s staring at Francois’ full mouth or the thick, hard shape lying across his thigh and reproducing it on her sketch paper. There’s no moistening of her pussy, no pulsating urges nagging and fretting when she hears Suki’s moans growing to abandoned screeches of pleasure as he fucks her.
No one knows this. Not even Suki: but Kara has not had a man since she lost her virginity.
She’s forgotten to breathe. She bursts out of the water like a seal, gasping and groping for the edge of the pool.
But instead of getting a grip on the hot paving stones her fingers are grabbed and she is pulled right up out of the water by someone very strong.
“You have five minutes to get out. This is private property!”
Through the vision blurred by chlorine she sees a large, dark man glaring at her, his arms crossed aggressively over his immaculately pressed pale pink shirt. Kara starts shivering, even though the sun is drying the water off her skin. The contrast in temperature makes her nipples harden.
“Francois said you were away,” she stammers, bowing to pick up her towel. “We’re staying next door, and it’s a shit hole, there’s no electricity, and spiders, and so—”
“You can lay off the poor sweet thing, Henri. I’ve located Francois and he tells me these girls are his friends!”
A tall woman with black hair piled in an elegant coil, huge sunglasses and a see-through white kaftan wafts down the lawn.
The man’s black eyes graze over Kara’s naked body as he pushes his Panama hat back over his thick graying hair.
“Francois? What’s he doing here?” The man gestures angrily at the woman and at the house. “He’s supposed to be working, not freeloading with a brace of topless tarts just when we’ve driven all the way through France to get the place ready for our party.”
“I’m so sorry. I’ll go get Suki and we’ll make ourselves scarce.” Kara bunches the towel around her bare breasts but then drops her sketchpad and pencils. “I … I promise we haven’t damaged or stolen anything.”
The man opens his mouth to retort, but the woman gestures imperiously, ordering him back up to the villa. Then she steps forward to retrieve Kara’s sketchpad.
“You’ll blow a gasket with all this shouting, Henri. Just go and sort out our son. And while you’re at it, I give you permission to punish the cute little bint he’s been busy screwing in our bed. I’ll deal with this rather lovely intruder.” She glances at Kara, and then the semi-nude drawing of the guy who turns out not to be the pool boy. “The anatomical detail here is exquisite. You have a real skill here.”
A deep flush rises in Kara’s face and spreads through her body. The slow, husky way the woman speaks gives everything a delicious double entendre.
“The bint and I are graduates from art school. We’re spending the summer preparing a portfolio to present to London galleries. We’re staying next door
“Really.” The woman keeps her eyes on Kara. Her husband flings his arms in the air and turns to storm up to the house, muttering “putain” and “cul” under his breath. As soon as the man has disappeared into the shadows the woman’s vivid red lipsticked smile lights up her café crème colored skin.
“Now that my brute of a husband has gotten that off his chest, let’s start again, shall we? Finding two gorgeous intruders in the house is far more interesting than talking about what canapés we’ll be serving tomorrow night. And I meant what I said about your artwork. I can introduce you to a friend of mine who has a gallery up in St. Paul de Vence.”
Kara shakes her head and holds out her hand for the sketches. “That’s very kind, but we’ve taken enough of your hospitality already.”
The woman reaches out and strokes Kara’s face.
“Don’t look so worried, cherie. Henri’s bark is worse than his bite. We’ve driven all the way from Paris today. He’s exhausted and grumpy, that’s all. Et moi? I am just dying to cool off!”
The woman suddenly slips off her kaftan. Beneath it she is wearing a kind of Fifties starlet style bathing suit in sugar white. Her large breasts pillow out of the corseted top, a frilled skirt flares over her tanned thighs. She looks like a glorious lily.
“So … I’ll get out of your hair,” Kara murmurs, reaching out again to take her drawing materials. “You’ll not see us again.”
“And wouldn’t that be a crying shame.”
The lady places the pad and pencil down on the table, takes Kara’s hand, and before either of them can say another word she jumps with her into the pool. The water washes over her hot body as the lady pulls her along and then duck-dives under the surface.
Kara re-emerges and hovers by the edge, watching the wavering lines of the woman’s body beneath the water. The lady suddenly springs up, scattering diamond drops, black hair sleek against her scalp, emphasizing her enormous Cleopatra eyes outlined in what must be waterproof eyeliner.
“This outfit is really for posing,” she splutters, waving her hands in the air like a synchronized swimmer. “The chlorine will ruin it. I’m going to take it off. Can you unzip me, um …?”
“Kara.”
“And I’m Odette. My husband is Henri, and our naughty son is Francois.”
The two women remain in the water, submerged to their shoulders. Odette wades to Kara, turning as she lifts the tendrils of black hair escaping down her long neck. Kara hesitates, then slowly unzips the white bodice so it falls open. Odette doesn’t move. So Kara unpeels the suit, with some difficulty, away from her body. It is very tight, and it sticks to her wet skin. Kara brings her hands round to the front to yank it down and the luscious double swell of breasts bounces against her fingers. Her heart jumps in her throat. Odette moves slightly, and the costume slips right off.
“It’s alright” Odette chuckles. “You can touch them if you like.”
Odette catches Kara’s fingers and brushes them over her breasts. Even under the water Kara can feel how big and firm they are, and when she squeezes them her own breasts tingle fiercely in response. She’s squeezing hard. She expects Odette to fling herself away, but instead her head tips back slightly, resting on Kara’s shoulder.
Kara’s mouth is open as she struggles not to pant out loud as new, frantic lust floods through her like rain falling on the dry desert of her life. Odette turns her head and her cheek presses against Kara’s mouth. She kisses it. Those big soft breasts pushing into her hands are twisting Kara’s stomach into knots and her cunt twitches violently.
Odette turns her head a little more and
, when her lips meet Kara’s to taste the immediate responding warmth, she turns around fully. Her mouth is gentle, just resting there, but as their breasts are squashed against each other Kara can feel longing tightening in her throat as Odette sways from side to side, her hard cold nipples rubbing fire into Kara’s.
“My god, what are you doing to me, young Kara? I haven’t touched another woman like this for years.”
Odette’s lower half is shimmering almost green like a mermaid under the water as she pulls Kara over to the side. Kara floats helplessly after this sexy siren. She can’t take her eyes off the molasses black hair, eyes like a witch, the fluid body, and that red smiling mouth that she just wants to kiss again and again.
“You are so beautiful, Odette,” Kara murmurs, and she does kiss her. Really kisses her, as if she’s a boy, and Odette is her girl, but softer than a boy would kiss, sweeter. It has the same electrifying effect, though. Her lips rest on Odette’s, sliding gently until they start to tingle. She can feel the wetness of Odette’s tongue now. She feels wanton and rough as she pushes Odette against the tiled side of the pool. The older woman pulls free and stretches her arms along the edge. Her limbs are lithe and feathery as the water laps around them, but her breasts bobbing on the surface are firm like fruit.
A sudden noisy clattering of pots and pans from the kitchen is followed not by raised voices but a sudden burst of dance music. Odette’s lips are still parted, her tongue tucked into the corner of her mouth if she’s finishing a sugary doughnut. She winks at Kara and arches her back. She’s offering herself. Kara’s nipples start to ache with wanting as their hands meet across the water.
Odette is staring at Kara’s panting mouth. The wicked expression in her eyes and the moist parting of her lips sends lightning through Kara’s belly. Her head is spinning with the sun on her head, the chill of the water, the flashing of this woman’s eyes. She smiles with her whole body, her eyelashes fluttering. She is flirting with her hostess. Odette winds one leg round the back of Kara’s thighs to stop her floating away.
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