The French Student Ch.1 - Sex Stories

The French Student Ch.1

... on him. Maya had been peeking in on him to get a look at his body. This extremely cute American girl who he had only met for a day was peeping in on him taking a shower. Emile’s glare quickly changed into a small smirk. He wasn’t stupid. Emile was pretty self-aware, and he knew the effect he often had on girls. “What were you actually doing?” He confidently asked. “Honestly nothing.” Maya desperately responded. “I just didn’t hear you because I was listening to my music.” “Really,” Emile responded with a small grin. Gathering her emotions and fully committing to the story, Maya asserted “Yeah that’s pretty much what happened.” “It was a total accident,” she added. “That’s funny, since I saw you hiding behind the door staring at me for a good two minutes before I actually called you out,” Emile retorted. Maya stared at him. She looked utterly speechless. Emile was completely bluffing, but Maya didn’t know that. He hadn’t actually seen her, but Emile was pretty confident he knew what Maya was doing. And by the looks of it, he was correct. She opened her mouth as if to say something, and then closed it again. Maya was completely dumbfounded. She had been caught. Realizing what a predicament she was in, Maya panickedly began spewing out an apology, “I’m so so sorry. I just saw you and I don’t know why but something made me stop and I had no idea you were watching, but I couldn't look away and this is totally my fault.” Emile gave her a dazzling smile with his perfect white ...

... teeth. He strode toward her, stopped just half a foot away from her, and cut her off with a question. “So what do you think?” he asked. “About what?” Maya whispered hoarsely. Emile quickly contracted his muscles and flexed his chest and abs. It wasn’t much, but even this made Maya weak at the knees. Emile had yet to dry off his upper body, so wet droplets of water glistened over every curve and vein in his body. His eight-pack gently moved with every breath he took, and his wide set shoulders made her feel as if she was under the looming figure of a muscular superhero. “You look pretty good,” Maya finally managed to say. She opened her mouth again to explain why she should probably leave when Emile leaned in suddenly and kissed her deeply. Maya had a fleeting thought that this was wrong and that she should stop, but she never seriously considered it. She placed her hands on his chest and wrapped her legs around his waist as Emile picked her up and carried her across the hall to her room. Maya quickly stripped off her pajamas and they continued to make out on her bed in a writhing, tangled mess. Emile whipped the towel around his waist off and gave Maya a good look at his semi-hard dick. “Wow,” she said, admittedly impressed. “That’s basically 6 inches and it’s not even close to hard right now.” She gently placed her fingertips on the skin that seemed to be tight around the head. Maya stroked up and down the massive girth and was about to place her mouth on it when Emile ...