Dominique Leads the Way - Sex Stories

Dominique Leads the Way

... leaving, please take my table. All three now turned in my direction as I picked up my bill and reached for my wallet. Politenesses were exchanged as a waiter stepped forward, took my bill and the twenty euro note and started to fuss over his new clients who were thanking me as they walked past to the table. If anyone had cared to look, there was a now prominent bulge in my admittedly tightish trousers. As I walked away, I called back more loudly than necessary to the waiter - Monsieur, les toilettes? - knowing full well that the facilities were situated down a wooden staircase in the main building along a narrow but brightly lit corridor. I set off down the stairs. As I neared the landing where they turned, I was both neither surprised nor anything but very excited to hear the flip-flop of casual flat sandals that I had no doubt belonged to the young woman. I did not look back but walked on. There were four cubicles, two for women, two for men, and shared wash basins. An elderly man was washing his hands. I walked past as he put his hands under the electric drier and went into the cubicle at the end, but I did not shut the door. I stood expectantly facing the wall, unzipping my trousers and reaching for my still swelling cock. Sure enough, I heard the door squeak open some more as heavy footsteps disappeared back up the corridor. I turned around slowly. It was the young woman, pushing the door behind her. She glanced down at the erection I held in my right hand. "Monsieur, ...

... is that because of me?" she asked. My French was good enough to understand her, then to explain to her: "And for you, if you would like?" It was a very tentative remark, barely a question. "Please, Monsieur," and with that she got to her knees and taking hold of my now very stiff hardness pulled it into her mouth. Sucking quickly I was soon quite simply fucking her mouth, holding onto her head, my hands relishing being full of her long curly brown hair. She slipped off my cock and stood up. "Please, Monsieur," she said again, now turning around to bend over facing the door and pulling the quickly revealed black and white panties aside. Mesmerised I watched as her right hand plunged into the front of those panties and was swiftly brought around to the crack between her buttocks. Two fingers were frantically pushed against them through the sweetest little rosebud. "I am a virgin," she said breathing heavily. An extremely well-educated virgin, it would seem, but that was only a fleeting thought, I understood what she meant and what she intended for me to do. I got to my knees, I felt a little extra lubrication would help and frankly I wanted to taste something so young and sweet. I pressed my tongue against her and she removed her fingers to allow me full access. Saliva filling my mouth, I licked and kissed and probed with my tongue, relishing in her mixed juices and the muskiness I found. "Enough," she called out. I stood up and with only the slightest of hesitations pressed my ...