Andrea And Monique

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Andrea And Monique‘Rene and I broke up’ Monique told me as she stirred hercoffee. I was checking my make-up and nearly smearedthe lipstick all over my face when she said this.I never did like Rene for her: Beautiful and handsomeyes, but too involved with his own good looks. I can’t bearthat type but, then again, Monique and I are different in somany ways. She rarely wears make-up while I prefer abolder look. Her high cheekbones, lovely slanted eyes,whiskey lips and sandy hair come from a Chinese motherand Dutch father. I got my black hair and alabastercomplexion from a Latin and Greek background. Herslender figure is the result of a successful dance career.My body is more hourglass, the type people callvoluptuous. She maintains a year-round tan, wears loosedresses without a slip and enough jewelry for a gypsy. Myoffice job calls for skirts and high heels.I tend to keep to myself while Monique expresses everyidea that comes into her mind. One afternoon we visitedan antiquities museum that featured statues from ancientMycenae. Women back then wore dresses that displayedtheir ample breasts and adorned their faces with veryprovocative make-up.‘That’s you!’ Monique exclaimed, drawing looks fromthe other patrons as she pointed to a statue of avoluptuous, bare-breasted priestess wearing lots of makeup.Even her nipples were painted a lovely shade ofcarmine that contrasted nicely with her alabaster skin.‘Why!’ Monique said. ‘Your breasts are bigger thanhers!’I wanted to hush her but after one of the stuffy oldmatrons who volunteered in the museum give us a dirtylook, we broke out in giggles and quickly stepped intoanother room filled with statues from India. We werealone in that room, the only sound the taps of my highheels and Monique’s sandals echoing off the walls.‘Oh, look,’ Monique said as she admired a statue of aHindu dancer, the curves of her generous hips and roundedbreasts exaggerated by her provocative, dancer’s pose.‘There you are again.’ Monique cooed as her eyes ranover every detail of the statue until she was looking at therather large nipples that sat on top of each breast. Then,she looked at me before grabbing my hand, standing menext to the statue and saying; ‘Do the same pose, please,just for me!’ while taking out her camera.I could never say no to Monique. I guess by now youmust realize I was always very attracted to her, even backin the days when we met at the University of Paris. So, Ilooked at the statue for a minute, kicked off my shoes andstruck the same pose.‘Now take off your top!’I responded with a loud ‘No!’ followed by more loudgiggles, drawing the attention of the dour-faced matronwho entered the room and told us to leave.‘Maybe you should try to get laid once in a while. Thenyou wouldn’t be so uptight,’ Monique said as I pulled myshoes back on. I could see the matron’s face turn abeetroot red as the words sputtered in her mouth; beforeshe could say another word I took Monique’s hand and gotout of the museum as fast as possible.That’s my lovely Monique, always making heads turnwherever she goes; and today was no exception.We always meet in the same café for lunch and when Ilooked up to watch her enter I was treated to wonderfullyteasing glimpses of her provocative figure through thelight cotton dress she wore, as she passed the window. Wehad always exchanged light, friendly kisses but this timeshe paused, stroked my arm and complimented me on myoutfit.‘You always look so professional, yet so sexy,’ shesaid, gazing at me. ‘That skirt really shows off yourfigure.’ I didn’t know what to say. Like I said, I hadalways harboured feelings for Monique, sometimesmasturbating long into the night and fantasizing aboutkissing her lovely, heart-shaped lips. But I valued ourfriendship even more and kept them a secret, even forcinga casual attitude when I heard about the break-up.I took a deep breath and asked ‘Weren’t you twoplanning on getting married?’‘I had suggested it once,’ she responded, buttering acroissant. ‘But, really, could you see that happening?Remember last summer?’I nodded. I was dating one of my co-workers back then,a handsome American named Bob. The four of us madeplans to spend a weekend at a seaside cottage. At the lastmoment Bob was called back to America and I wound upby myself at the train depot. Monique consoled me byoffering to go shopping for a swimsuit. The thought ofseeing her lovely figure in a skimpy bikini made me feel alittle better.The sales girl at the shop was a lovely Polynesian girlcalled Claire who wore an alluring one-piece that barelyhid her round breasts and firm buttocks. She selected ayellow thong bikini that showed off Monique’s wonderfultan.Both of them convinced me to try on the same style, butin black. ‘It’ll look wonderful against your skin,’ Moniquesaid as I changed in the fitting room.I stepped out to their approving comments, andcouldn’t help the rush of excitement coursing through mybody. The mirror next to the dressing room reflected myalmost naked body, standing close to those two beautifulwomen in skimpy bikinis.The admiring looks Claire gave me, and Monique’splayful slapping of my exposed buttocks almost sent meinto an orgasm. I wanted to run my mouth all over theirluscious bodies, kiss their lips and taste their juices.Thinking back, I believe Monique could sense myarousal. She kept on stroking my hair while Claire rang upour purchases at the counter.‘Well, well,’ was Rene’s comment when I stepped ontothe deck with Monique, both of us all but naked in our tinyswimsuits. The three of us were on a yacht lent by one ofhis wealthy clients. He looked so handsome at the wheelwith his tanned sculpted adapazarı escort chest. I guess he was unused toseeing me so exposed and kept eyeing me as he steered theboat. Monique had to constantly warn him to watch out forthe nearby jetties, all the while enduring his almostridiculous attention to my body.This lasted for only a few minutes. We passed by a jettywhere two blonde, English girls were sunning themselves.Rene slowed the boat down when he saw they weretopless and began chatting with them in a very flirtatiousmanner. The sight of their nubile bodies glistening withsuntan oil made my gaze linger for a while until I noticedthe hurt expression on Monique’s face. I knew shetolerated Rene’s attitude, but this was too much.After a while he got discouraged and set off, not evenwondering why Monique was so quiet. We turned downhis invitation to go snorkelling, opting to sunbathe instead.After he left Monique asked me to put lotion on her. Irubbed her lithe, hard body for while, my hands massagingher firm shoulders, taut back and tiny waist until I heardher murmur ‘Please do my buttocks.’Those words made my pulse surge in my ears. I pausedfor a moment, forgetting the hot afternoon sun on myback, the sound of the waves against the hull and the smellof the ocean in my nostrils. Monique shifted a little,causing the delicious swell of her buttocks to arch up everso invitingly. I tipped the bottle of lotion over the twinhills of her backside and let the oil slowly pour over hernaked skin, even allowing some of it to seep into the cleftwhere her thong disappeared.I heard Monique murmur and coo and, when I began torub and kneed the firm, hard muscles of her gloriousbuttocks, she began to moan between short gasps. I was inmy glory, my hands drinking in her buttocks, thighs andhips until she suddenly turned around and asked me to doher front.It was wonderful rubbing her backside but the sight ofher upright breasts, defined stomach and naked hips sentmy heart racing again. I wanted to take my top off and letmy generous bosoms ooze all over her taut breasts andhard nipples. To part her thighs, bury my face in her pussyand drink the juices of her body.Just then, she looked at me. I could see the hurt in hereyes and knew it was caused by Rene’s boorish attitude. Iwanted to hold her, to kiss those lovely lips and make herfeel totally appreciated.Suddenly, we heard Rene clamber back on board.Monique quickly sat up, a confused look on her face. Iwas afraid she didn’t know how to deal with my attention.Rene was oblivious to everything. The sight of hisgymnast physique glistening in the bright sunshine madehim look like a Greek god. He gave us each a big smilebefore reaching into a pocket and showing Monique agold, heart-shaped charm on a chain.‘I wanted to give you this later but decided maybe nowwould be a good time’ he said, putting the chain aroundher neck. Monique responded with a slight smile. ‘I’msorry for my behaviour back there.’ She even gave him abrief hug and endured a friendly pat on her lovely, barebehind. It was a scene played out over and over again. Iknow she even sensed his eyes travelling all over my bodyas he held her.We had a light, quiet dinner at the cottage. Rene wasstill talking about his underwater adventure as he openlyfondled and caressed Monique’s body. She seemed in abetter mood. I decided to give them some time alone andwent to my room.I looked at my reflection in my mirror and liked what Isaw. The tiny white lines on my hips and the contrastbetween my dark breasts and the pale triangles thatsurrounded my nipples made a wonderfully sexy look. Iheld my breasts and licked my nipples. Bob hadintroduced me to this technique but all I could think ofwas Monique’s delicate tongue stimulating my breasts.Just to be daring, I tried on one of the wispy cottondresses she had in the closet. The white, almost seethroughmaterial contrasted nicely with my cinnamon darkskin, giving a provocative view of the white thong I woreunderneath. I looked out the window, saw it was abeautiful, moonlit night. I knew I would probably spend agood part of the night masturbating but decided I needed awalk first. Maybe it would cool me down.I went downstairs and sure enough, Monique and Renewere kissing on the living room couch, the fireplacecasting a sensual glow on the entire room. Rene for oncewas the gentleman but Monique whistled and teased me asI went to the door. I blew them each a kiss, put on mysandals and stepped out.It was pleasant walking along the water’s edge. I triedto distract myself from the day’s disturbing events bystaring out at the dark ocean, illuminated by earlymoonlight. It was no use. Remembering how beautifulMonique’s dainty feet looked in her sandals, the kindHindu women wear, open-toed, with a slight heel, or heralmost naked body glistening with suntan lotion made myheart race. I never noticed until that day but Rene had suchhandsome thighs. Thinking of his strong buttocks andmanly calves brought a moist sensation between my legs. Ipassed by a series of dunes and remembered Claire’slovely cinnamon skin and her upright breasts. Polynesianwomen have such lovely figures. And then there werethose two English girls, sunning their young, pale bodieson the jetties.Suddenly, I heard a light, feminine giggle from behindone of the dunes. I walked as quietly as possible until Isaw two figures wrapped in a blanket sitting in front of asmall fire. They were close enough to be kissing. A sighfollowed by a brief yet pleasant moan followed.My curiosity got the better of me and before I knew it Iwas close enough for my eyes to adjust the dim glow.When escort adapazarı they parted I saw to my pleasant surprise that it wasthe two young English girls we had seen earlier. Suddenly,the blanket fell to the sand, revealing their newly tannedskin, contrasting with the white, threadbare bikinis on theirnubile bodies. They sat there for a while, looking into eachother’s eyes as they stroked and caressed each other’sarms, pert breasts and trim, youthful stomachs. I couldhear their conversation.‘I never kissed a girl before. I liked it’ one said whilerunning her hands through the other’s long blonde hair.‘I think you’ll like this better?’ the other girl said as shekneeled, parted her lover’s thighs and buried her face inher crotch. I imagined what it would be like, my mouthtravelling over the slight fabric of her tiny briefs, mytongue pushing the material aside before tasting the juicesof her loins, mixed with the flavour of the ocean still onher body.I realized my hands had wandered underneath my dressand were stroking my nipples as I saw the girl who wasenjoying her lover’s oral attention reach up to undo hertop. I ached to see her tight breasts and pert nipples but,just then, a loud voice called from nearby.‘Phoebe! Nicole! We’re leaving now.’The girls parted quickly. They gathered their blanketand put out the fire. I heard them exchange a few words asthey walked away.‘They’re going out to dinner. Do you want to go withthem or stay in the cottage?’‘What do you think?’I heard them giggle and saw their departing silhouettesembrace tenderly.Disappointed, I went back to the cottage. The walk didnothing to calm me down.When I reached the cottage I heard a moan through oneof the open windows. It was torture but I decided to lookanyway.I nearly moaned out loud myself when I peered throughthe open blinds and saw Monique, her tanned bodyglowing in the firelight, on her knees taking Rene’shandsome cock between her beautiful lips. Both werenaked, their perfect bodies glowing in the firelight. I couldeven hear Rene gasp as Monique ran her tongue all overhis shaft, nibble his glans and suck greedily at his balls. Iclosed my eyes as my hands went at it again, travelling allover my body, probing my wet, aching pussy, rubbing mybreasts and nipples.I opened my eyes in time to see them change positions.By now, Monique was crouched on all fours, showing theinviting curve of her buttocks to Rene as he knelt andwhispered something in her ear. She smiled and nodded. Iwondered what they said but was overtaken by theexpression on Monique’s face. A craving, almost hungry,expression as Rene entered her from behind and beganthrusting. She shut her eyes and opened her mouth wide.Her expression was one of total desire and satisfaction. Ofsheer abandonment and total ecstasy. Of…‘Andrea, are you listening to me?’Monique’s voice brought me back to the cafe. Mypanties were moist. I had to wipe off a bead of perspirationfrom my forehead. She held my hand. The touch of herdelicate, jewelled fingers did nothing to stop my heartfrom racing.‘Tell me’ I said, trying to look casual ‘Did you andRene ever have anal sex?’A coy, demure look crossed her face. My mind wentback to the cottage. Rene entering her from behind whileshe gasped and smiled with a deep, hungry look.‘Yes,’ she replied ‘Many times. It’s such a wonderfulfeeling. A delicious balance between pain and pleasure.And the orgasm that comes from it is so…unique.’She sat back and toyed with one of her necklaces. Inoticed the charm was missing.‘Did you get rid of that charm?’ I asked, my handstrembling as I stirred my coffee.She smiled and said ‘Do you remember my auntMathilda?’‘The one who passed away last year? We went to thefuneral,’ I responded. Monique’s family had a rather lowopinion of Mathilda. A burlesque dancer who married arich man and became a jet-setting libertine.‘The inheritance finally came through,’ she said whilebuttering another croissant.‘You got the country house?’ I asked. But what this didhave to do with the charm?‘I went there this weekend. To clear my mind,’ shesaid, a look of satisfaction on her face that didn’t comefrom the croissant. She ran her lovely fingers over thosebeautiful lips. My heart raced. I knew this story was goingto be…unique.‘I got the deeds and two keys from her solicitor.’Monique began. ‘It was a long drive to the house. Shelived as a recluse in her latter years. Her only companywas a lovely Vietnamese maid who had been with hersince her days in burlesque. Her name was Mai. I heardshe passed away a few months after Mathilde.’‘The first key allowed me into her house. There wassuch a lush cosiness to the entire place. Opulent Persianrugs and antique furniture. I had meant to leave beforedark but after seeing her boudoir I changed my mind.’‘What was so special about it?’She gave me a wicked smile and said ‘You should seeit. All lace and ruffles, a lace canopy over the bed, nudestatuettes of men and women everywhere…and herpictures.’‘Pictures?’‘She was beautiful!’ Monique almost shouted.‘Wonderful black and whites of her in see-through lace,feather boas, exotic costumes. Some were of her totallynude. What a body! Her breasts were as nice as yours.’She was eyeing my chest by then. I wanted to rip myblouse off and feel those lips on my nipples. I controlledmyself, gave her a light pat on the hand and said; ‘Go on.’‘She had lots of costumes in the house. Trunks and closetswith all kinds of things. But I was curious. The first keyopened the gate and all the locks in the house. I searchedthe big closet in her bedroom and found a steamer trunk.The second key fit perfectly in it. Inside adapazarı escort bayan was one set ofblack silk stockings and five big photo albums. There weremore sexy pictures of Mathilde except she wasn’t alone inany of them.’‘You mean?’ I whispered, my throat was dry by then. Iwanted to hear more.‘I saw her with one, two, sometimes three men at once.All making love to each mouth of her body. Herexpressions ranged from playful to completely orgasmic.There were even pictures of with her and Mai. A petite,curvy, high-breasted beauty with full, sensuous lips. Theymade love in many ways. Sometimes with their mouths,other times with these ivory phalluses…’We giggled at this. I loosened the top button of myblouse. This resulted in a sexy expression on her face. Iwondered. What was she thinking of? I decided to play fortime and asked ‘Who took the pictures?’‘Oh,’ Monique replied, ‘Mai’s lover, I guess. Onepicture showed Mathilde behind a camera wearing onlythose black stockings while Mai and a handsome Latinman were on a bed having anal sex.’‘How did you know it was him?’ I asked.‘There’s a picture of him bare-chested and standingnext to a camera in Mai’s room. He had broad shouldersand deep, mysterious eyes. Suddenly, I had the urge totake off my clothes and wear her stockings. I wanted to liein her bed and masturbate with those pictures all aroundme. I must’ve had ten orgasms before going to sleep. Butthat wasn’t the end of it.‘You see, I had this wonderful dream. I was in herroom, still wearing only the stockings. Lit candleseverywhere. There was a perfumed scent in the room, likejasmine. A door opened. Mai entered wearing a long,black dress with waist-high slits that exposed her shapelythighs. She sat on the bed, poured oil in her hands andrubbed my feet. I felt completely at ease and closed myeyes as her expert hands gently but firmly worked up myankles, calves and thighs. She rubbed my hips andstomach and then stopped. I opened my eyes and saw herundo that beautiful dress. She straddled my body, pouredoil on her breasts and ran those sexy, hard nipples all overme. Every inch of my skin tingled with electricity.‘After a while she got up, turned me over and rubbedmore oil on her body. I lay on my stomach as she ran hernipples all over my back and began licking the cleft of mybuttocks, all the way down to my anus. The feeling of thattongue reaming my back door! It’s so nice to feel a penisin there but the sensation of that lovely mouth! She pouredmore oil over my back. It flowed down my cleft while herfingers entered my anus and pussy. I came right away, myentire body flowed with orgasm after orgasm.‘Then she gave me a light kiss and led me to anotherroom. Her lover was there, shirtless and loading film into abig, old-fashioned camera pointing to a low bed.‘I sat down as she adjusted my make-up and brushedmy hair. She went back to her lover who started takingpictures of me. Then I heard another door open. To mypleasant surprise I saw three handsome, naked men enterthe room. Their bodies were trim and athletic. Theysurrounded me on the bed, their stiff members brushingagainst my body. I decided right then to give the bestperformance anyone had ever seen. I leaned down andopened my mouth wide, taking each throbbing cock in mymouth. I never made love to more than one man at a timebut I wanted all of them at once.‘I realized right then I was the one in control. Theywere there to please me. I pushed one man down to mycrotch and enjoyed his oral attention. His tongue lickedmy wet, flowing pussy. The other two soon followed,licking my anus and nipples. Their mouths brought on yetanother orgasm that shook my body with pleasure.‘I wanted to return the favour. I told one to lie down,straddled him and slid his wonderful cock into my wetpussy. It felt so good, his thick meat sliding inside mybody. I turned my head, took the nearest penis in mymouth and sucked and licked away. I still wanted more. Igestured to the last man and raised my buttocks slightly.He understood, knelt behind me and slid his cock into myanus which Mai had so thoughtfully lubricated.‘Oh, to make love to these three beautiful men at once.To feel every orifice of my body filled with hard, veinedmanhood. It was so…wonderful. They began to moan inunison. I sucked even harder as my hips and buttocksmoved back and forth. I wanted them to come right away.Suddenly, I felt their bodies tense as they emitted onefinal, masculine shout and came inside me.‘Suddenly, juicy, glorious cum bathed my pussy, camedown my throat and filled my anus. I felt every inch of mybeing filled to the rim with hot, creamy, liquid manhood.It was wonderful.‘Suddenly, I woke up alone in the bed but I could stillfeel the sensation of having a cock in each of my threemouths. I sat up. My hand travelled over my neck and Ifelt Rene’s locket. I looked at it for a second, tore it offand flung it through an open window.’We sat in silence for a while. Monique’s dream flowedthrough my mind like a river. This was it. I had to ask her.‘Monique, I…don’t know how to say this but…’ Istammered. She held my hand. It was now or never.‘Would you like to make love to me?’ that was it. I didn’tknow what to expect.She leaned close and whispered in my ear ‘I’ve wantedto make love to you since that afternoon on the boat. Doyou remember?’I nodded, happy and excited at the turn our relationshipwas about to take.‘Let’s go to the house,’ she said; ‘I’d like to show youthe pictures.’That evening we lay naked on her aunt’s bed, our armsand legs wrapped around each other after the most intenselove-making I had ever enjoyed. In a moment of sheerabandonment we had even licked and fingered eachother’s back doors. I could still feel her delicate fingersinside my anus while her other fingers probed and strokedmy pussy. It was so new to me.‘That was wonderful.’ She said, cupping my breast. Shehad fondled them all day.

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