Roma Victrix II: Naomi à Paris - Sex Stories

Roma Victrix II: Naomi à Paris

... tension had always been there building up In the background. She just couldn't place it until now. Marie and James just seemed to have an energy about them. They seemed to constantly need to be in physical contact. Despite living together for years, they were more like a young couple still reveling in that honeymoon phase.

Naomi had seen it in little flashes and realized how different it was from her parent's behavior. The way James had touched Marie firmly on the small of the back (or more the top of the bum) when he needed to move her forward to open a cabinet and then let his hand slide down with intention, the way Marie hand-fed him and then kissed him on the lips, the way he had wrapped his hands around her lower belly as she was struggling to open the wine bottle and how afterward James' hand had reached up and caressed her breast. Marie had swatted it away, hissing, "We have a guest, you brute!" before looking up apologetically at Naomi as if to say, "You know how men are," before realizing that she clearly didn't.

Naomi's cheeks had reddened shyly at that last one, especially since Marie had not been wearing a bra, and her hardening nipples were visible through the sheer violet fabric. Despite being shocked, Naomi just assumed that people here were different, and she enjoyed the playful energy of the couple. It was so different from that of her conservative catholic family and closeted (and sometimes cloistered) friends.

It had been a lovely evening. James ...

... had cooked a delicious Coq Au Vin, and Marie had opened a second bottle of excellent wine and questioned Naomi all about her life in Roma. Most of her questions revolved around food and men.

Marie seemed particularly fascinated by Naomi's devout studies and lack of a boyfriend. Naomi was in a school for young women considering deeper religious studies. Many of her classmates planned on becoming Sisters in the Catholic Church and traveling abroad for missionary work. "So, no boys, but what about agirlfriend?" Marie had asked in a teasing, coquettish manner. Naomi had choked on her wine to the delight of the young couple sitting across from her.

"Jesus would be lucky to have such a beautiful girl committing herself to him. Especially with those lips. Putain, you could star alongside Léa Seydoux with those lips…" Marie had said this more towards James with a mischievous smile. Naomi sat there with her cheeks positively burning as Marie's gaze fell back on her. "Oh, don't tell me you never saw La Vie D'Adele? Cried Marie. "We need to work on your culture, my dear! "C'est pas possible! Comeall the way to Paris and not see a bit of the Moulin Rouge! It would be sacrilege. I won't allow it."

James chuckled and said, "Stop torturing the poor girl!" He looked at Naomi and said, "Just don't let Marie come visit your school; she would be like a fox in a hen house in a school full of aspiring young nuns." He looked back at the woman beside him and, raising his eyebrows, said, "We ...