Roma Victrix II: Naomi à Paris - Sex Stories

Roma Victrix II: Naomi à Paris

... glimmering with spit. She passionately kissed James, and his rough hands grabbed her breast and tweaked her erect nipple. They stood there kissing in a manner many people seem to believe the Frenchinvented before Marie finally broke the kiss, ran her hands down his chest, squeezed his cock and climbed catlike onto the corner of the bed. Marie was looking back at him (and Naomi) over her shoulder with black, needy eyes that were magnetic enough to pull Naomi forward. She bumped the wall slightly, and her heart jumped into her throat.

Marie whispered something in French, and James nodded and approached her. His fully erect, wet sex practically glowed in the moonlit room only a few meters in front of where Naomi stood, holding her breath, feeling her heart pounding in her temples.

Marie looked like the women Naomi had seen in the few erotic films her friends had forced her to watch in school. Only the lust that burned in her cousin seemed far more genuine and contagious. It was a lust that seemed to be radiating through the very walls andinto Naomi, who was growing increasingly aware of her hardening nipples rubbing against her borrowed silk pajamas.

Naomi had no experience with men. Besides opening the door accidentally on her father or brother getting out of the shower, she had never seen a naked man, let alone a heavily muscled man with a raging hard-on slick with his partner's saliva.

James had a military look to him. A buzzcut and a short beard on a chiseled ...

... jaw. He was taller than most men. He was over a decade older than Naomi but moved with a slow, graceful confidence that would entice any woman. James's sex wasn't the only wet thing in the apartment. Naomi was ashamed to find that her privates were moistening as she watched James line up the tip of his manhood with Marie's waiting depths.

As Naomi watched the pair, she began to feel heat building low in her belly. It was like the heat from the wine had traveled down further still until it had settled like hot lead in her privates. Her sex, which she was typically only aware of when she had her period, was pulsing in a manner that it only ever did when she woke from an erotic dream, and those were (thankfully) rare.

Save for a few exploratory kisses shared with a teenage friend who had moved away two years earlier, Naomi was about as innocent as a woman of her age (and her beauty) can be. She was profoundly shy and felt a great deal of shame surrounding her body. But this was just how she was raised. They didn't even have more than the most basic sex ed at her school in Roma. The Vatican was in decline but it was still more than strong enough to make sure of that.

Now, she was watching two unmarried people engaged in shameless pleasures only a few feet away from her (and possibly for her), and she couldn't look away. She was utterly paralyzed, about to watch her beautiful wild cousin get fucked like an animal.

Thinking back to the day, Naomi realized the sexual ...