One Friday morning, I received a phone call from Maude...
- Hello, Leslie, it's Maude.
- Hello, Maude, to what do I owe this phone call?
- Oh, just an invitation to lunch this afternoon, are you free?
- Yes, I've got no plans this lunchtime.
- Then let's meet around twelve-thirty at the restaurant 'Le carré des Feuillants' on rue de Castiglione, near Place Vendôme.
One Friday morning, I received a phone call from Maude...
- Hello, Leslie, it's Maude.
- Hello, Maude, to what do I owe this phone call?
- Oh, just an invitation to lunch this afternoon, are you free?
- Yes, I've got no plans this lunchtime.
- Then let's meet around twelve-thirty at the restaurant 'Le carré des Feuillants' on rue de Castiglione, near Place Vendôme.
Maude is a real knockout, as cute as a button, a brunette with long hair, all five feet of her. She's a tall, beautiful woman, no more than fifty-five kilos, with a lovely little bust that must arouse more than one male fantasy.
Always chicly dressed in a skirt suit that gives a glimpse of her narrow hips and long, slightly shapely legs, she wears her thirties well.
We had a sumptuous lunch, and as we savoured the succulent dishes, we chatted, first about everything and nothing, then about our passions and how we spent our free time, then about the encounters I'd had and what I'd thought of them.
Maude was very attentive to what I was saying, she listened to me with a twinkle in her eye, and then at one point she said to me:
- You know, the first time I saw you, you made quite an impression on me, especially when you found yourself naked in my office, and I think at that moment I had desires.
- I noticed," I said, "and I expected you to try to meet me one day...
- And would you agree to spend a moment with me?
- I'm not indifferent to you, and I think I agree!
- So if you're free this weekend, I'll invite you.
- I'm free and I accept!
- So I'll pick you up at the end of the afternoon, around six o'clock, and we'll see you at the weekend.
- I'll be ready and waiting for you.
We left the restaurant, she smiled and before kissing me on the lips, she told me that I looked like her former lover and that she was happy.
At six o'clock she was at the bottom of the building, all too happy to see me get into her convertible:
- Where are you taking me?
- To a beautiful place, where we're going to spend a wonderful weekend.
- And?
- You'll find out when we get there.
We drove for nearly two hours to find ourselves near Deauville, it was half past eight and we had the urge, without admitting it to ourselves, to have a drink and a bite to eat before getting some privacy.
We arrived at a large gateway to a large estate where a sign read: "Les manoirs de Tourgéville", and Maude announced:
Here we are, we've arrived, I hope you like it...
Located just a few kilometres from the beaches of Deauville and Honfleur, Les manoirs de Tourgéville is an establishment that welcomes lovers of tranquillity in a peaceful and attractive setting. The hotel comprises a half-timbered main building and five charming round Norman manor houses.
A panoramic restaurant overlooking the countryside completes the establishment, which offers interconnecting rooms and suites with private terraces.
A haven of peace decorated with care and passion, set in seven hectares of parkland, Les Manoirs de Tourgéville apparently offers quality services and excellent facilities.
I am enchanted by the harmonious setting of this establishment, Maude has done things well, between the rooms, the bar, the terrace and the restaurant, everything is in harmony, at the service of the guests.
The hotel lobby, although deserted, is lit up as if for the big night, except for the receptionist behind the counter. A young guy, very tall, with the look of a rugby player. He snaps out of his torpor when he notices Maude in her little summer dress, and with a broad smile, he announces, while I fill in the information sheet, that we will have a very nice room on the ground floor.
On the way to our room Maude says to me:
- You see, the guy at reception is really handsome, and if he takes care of the customers once in a while, I'll put myself on the waiting list...
- You have to jump on anything that moves," I say.
- If you only knew..." replies Maude.
Strolling along the long corridor with its multicoloured carpets leading to the door of our room, I take advantage of this moment to appreciate the place, the cosy room is freshly refurbished and there are two large double beds.
- We're spoilt for choice," says Maude.
- I hope we're going to get on well together, because in a bed like this, alone, I'm going to die of boredom," I say naughtily.
- Don't worry, we're going to have a fabulous time," replies Maude.
I throw my suitcase on one of the beds, take off my shoes and unbutton my shirt.
- If you don't need the bathroom, I'll be off for a shower. I've been dreaming about it for hours," she says.
- As you wish," I say.
- You can join me," says Maude with a little smile.
- So we can get to know each other better.
- Exactly," says Maude with a vicious look on her face...
Two minutes later, through the partition, I hear the sound of the shower. Maude must be naked in the shower, so I get naked too and join her…
As I entered the bathroom, I found Maude with her arms raised above her head, rinsing out her jet-black hair, highlighting her arrogant breasts, certainly a C-ninety-five, with large brown areolas from which protruded dark, very erect nipples.
Waxed under the arms, she had a harmonious body with lovely curves; her well-groomed body was a call to love and Maude must have pleased most of her lovers.
As I looked down, I discovered her completely hairless pubis, revealing her large, fleshy, brown labia like the areolae of her breasts.
I couldn't help but cling to her and offer her a kiss, caressing her whole body under the running shower water.
- Don't be in such a hurry," said Maude, "we've got time...
After getting out of the shower, we drank the welcome champagne, each covered in a bathrobe.
Sitting cross-legged on her bed, her bathrobe half-open, I could still see a little of her nudity, but with every movement she made her bathrobe opened up even more, revealing her breasts erotically, then her lower abdomen.
It didn't take me long to get a hard-on as Maude lasciviously let herself go in erotic and provocative positions, so I moved closer to her and my lips tightened on hers. I invade her mouth and she lets me.
Her bathrobe slips off her shoulders, revealing her magnificent breasts, so she lets me admire them, their taut skin coloured with tiny blue veins that run in all directions and join the large, dark areolas. Her nipples are erect and pointing, revealing Maude's excitement.
I've barely had time to feast my eyes when she's already pulling up her dressing gown, getting off the bed, leaning against the glass door of the hall cupboard and arching her torso in a sensual and terribly erotic pose that makes her breasts look even bigger.
You'll have to wait, love," says Maude, "look but don't touch," she quips.
She teases me a little longer, proud to see me getting hard for her, and then, adjusting herself a little, she says:
- Let's have dinner!
Before long we're ready, our minds and bodies on fire, and she's holding me by the waist as we enter the restaurant. Dressed in a halter-top black cocktail dress, slit up the side to the top of the thighs, with nothing underneath, but I'm the only one who knows that, Maude was a real eye-catcher, especially as she was dressed in a white dress.
We had a sumptuous dinner, duck foie gras au torchon, accompanied by a blackcurrant onion chutney and toasted gingerbread as a starter and a glass of sauternes to go with it.
Then a tournedos of free-range poultry with Rossini sauce, potatoes in crispy galettes for the main course, a glass of Burgundy and, for dessert, a chocolate delight with a yuzu lemon flavour, followed by a coffee...
When we returned to our room, after stopping off at the bar terrace for a cigarette and a frosted Morand apricotine, we were all in good spirits and I noticed that Maude's gaze had changed, her poses were more suggestive, she was showing off a little more of herself to anyone who wanted to see, her legs crossing and uncrossing regularly, revealing the tops of her thighs, right up to the groin...
My brain and lower abdomen were boiling, my desire was at its peak, it was no longer pleasure, my hard-on was hurting.
- Seeing me in this state, Maude said to me:
- Come on, let's love each other!
As soon as we were locked in the bedroom, I gave in to my impulses, pulled my dress aside and presented her with my sex so that she could suck me. Maude turned her head in refusal and said:
- Come on, Mademoiselle, behave yourself, you're not a slut!
No sooner had she said that, and just as the flap of my dress fell back to hide my sex, Maude got down on her knees, took hold of my cock and inserted it between her lips, saying: Come on, Mademoiselle, you're not a slut!
- On the other hand, you have a beautiful member!
Delightful sensation, using her hand she slides it deeply between her lips, her warm mouth envelops me and our desires increase, she sucks marvellously well and says to me:
- I've wanted to do that since day one, in my office!
Our hands caress our bodies, then become more incisive. Our hands find our sexes, she jerks me off and I finger her, two of my fingers grasp her clitoris, pull on it making her moan, then spread her swollen vulva, glistening with cyprine.
Maude moans and encourages me to keep going, and while she's pumping me, her hand joins mine on her pussy, wanking together.
Then, having had enough, I grabbed her thighs and opened them wide to penetrate her like a missionary.
On the verge of exploding, I lift her buttocks and place my glans on the edge of her cunt, then with one thrust, penetrate her completely...
Maude screams her pleasure as I penetrate her, she's so wet and I slide inside her with disconcerting ease, holding me by the hips she guides me, setting the desired rhythm, until the orgasm overcomes her, telling me:
- Now I know why you're the most wanted…