Laurent’s Treat

Laurent liked the first story so much that he suggested that I write another. He knows that I fantasise about women and so this is his idea about how to please me.
Like last time – this is what he told me, followed by my version of what actually happened.

Laurent:

”Following our last encounter, I decided that we should take it further and knowing your taste for ladies, I chose to take you to a lavish private club on Berkeley Square where I had been on a few occasions by myself.
To ease you into it, I booked a table at The Ritz on Thursday evening, when it is a dinner dance when people arrive dressed in their best.
I had chosen for you a long dark red cocktail dress with a slit on both sides revealing your long legs, open back and V plunging front, exposing half of your breasts, …..any sudden movement could reveal your nipples.
As per my instructions you joined me in the bar looking sultry and extremely sexy, me being the only one knowing that under that dress you were not wearing any panties, but stockings with a porte-jarretelle, and a balconet bra barely able to support and hold in your breasts. Men glanced at you as you entered and couldn't believe you were joining me where a Champagne cocktail was waiting for you.
I loved how they were looking and trying to see more of your shapely legs as you crossed them one and then the other, hearing the fine silk covering your legs brushing against each other.
As we walked towards the restaurant where the Maitre D' showed us to our table you could feel eyes looking at your swaying ass, tightly clad into your dress, I loved the way it made me feel and knowing it was exciting you too.
I ordered us a nice bottle of Puligny-Montrachet to start and for the main course a bottle of Gevrey-Chambertin.
You knew I was up to something but you didn't know what or where I would take you afterwards and this gave you goose bumps. Between courses we danced, I held you tight against me and you could feel my arousal pressing into you, whispering in French, knowing this arouses you,
"tu aimes comme ma queue presse contre toi et t'exites, commences-tu a mouiller alors que nous dansons, tes tetons durs comme de la pierre, ton clito pret a etre sucer et lecher"
I cup your cheeks into my hands and pull you even tighter against me if that’s possible and reveal where I am going to take you later, as I reveal where I am taking you, you lips let a soft moan escape them.
As dinner finishes I lead to Berkeley Square as it is only a short walk, nodding at the door man; he opens the door for us and I can feel you shiver against me as we enter a luxurious lobby and greeted by a stunning tall black lady, her name is Sophie I tell you and she will be looking after us but more precisely after you....
Sitting ourselves down in to a luxury booth a bottle of Dom Perignon arrives, you are smiling nervously but the previous alcohol intake as calmed your nerves. As the champagne is poured I let my hand slide up your uncovered thigh until I reach your pussy and feel the heat and moistness oozing from it. I dip a finger inside, as you bite your lips as not to moan out loud, and cover it with your nectar and teasing your hard clit, withdrawing it you look at me with imploring eyes as you are so excited. I bring my finger to Sophie's lips and let her taste you on me as she lets her tongue twirl around moaning in appreciation and then saying you taste wonderful.
Sophie's is tall dark black woman who is French, she has an incredible ass that only black woman can have, big soft breasts, size E, with extremely long nipples that I have enjoyed in the past, she is an extremely talented and dedicated lover, but tonight, it is all about you being pleasured by Sophie as I watch; getting pleasured by her, with the contrast of her dark skin and your pale skin.
The reason I picked her is that she is French and black, a combination that I thought you would love.........”


Collette:

Laurent probably hasn’t told you how adventurous he is when it comes to sex. Before we met he’d had erotic encounters in interesting and unusual places and sometimes with more than one partner. He’s been very open about this and it intrigued me, so I’ve probably given him the idea that I’m more experimental than I really am.
But Laurent is also a romantic so when he told me about a dinner dance at the Ritz I loved the idea. He likes to be controlling and I love it when he is, so it was fun to let him choose my clothes for the evening. The cocktail dress in plum red slubbed silk fabric would not have been my first choice, with my colouring some reds are risky as they can clash with my auburn hair, but this was just right and looked very striking with the imperfections in the silk catching the light as I moved. Typically, Laurent had gone over the top, the side slits and low back were not a problem; but he’d bought me a platform bra – this made my cleavage several inches higher than normal. Really I don’t need such a bra since with C cup breasts there’s enough flesh there for a respectable sized cleavage – but men will be men…… I love wearing silk stockings in the evening so a lacy suspender belt was just the thing. I wasn’t too keen on going commando, particularly with a skirt with long side slits, but I knew he would be there to look after me.
The dinner was lovely. Laurent knows I like very dry white and it was chilled to perfection – not so cold that you couldn’t taste it – it went beautifully with the scallops we had for starters and his choice for the main course was inspired. He knows that I love wine from the Côte de Nuits – the body of the wine brought out the flavour of the Chateaubriand but didn’t overpower it as a Shiraz might have done. Between courses we danced. Laurent dances like all Frenchmen I have met – like an octopus – clasped up really close and hands all over you. I could feel his erection pressing against me as he whispered naughty French phrases in my ear. As usual the combination of the words in his sexy accent did for me – as he said I began to get wet and my clit was ready to be sucked and licked. He wouldn’t tell me what he had planned for after dinner, I knew it would be exciting – his surprises always are.
The walk to Berkeley Square was lovely, for a change it was a warm evening so we could enjoy the empty streets.
I’m not sure what Laurent had planned but the building we entered could be a club or a luxurious apartment block and my mind was racing, I was apprehensive. He introduced me to a beautiful woman in the lobby – Sophia. That he’d met her before was obvious, but from the looks that passed between them I was sure that he’d been intimate with her at least once before. Sophia joined us in the private booths that lined the large area in the centre of the club. Each booth had chaise longues and low tables and could be screened from the main area by semi transparent curtains. Laurent ordered champagne and waived the waiter away so Sophie could serve it. As she did so he slid a hand up my thigh and into my wet slit. I had to muffle a moan in my napkin. After giving me a little, delicious stroke he pulled his hand away and offered a finger to Sophie. As she sucked his finger I got a huge jolt of electricity through my vagina, his words as he’d introduced Sophie suddenly took on a new meaning. He’d said, “Sophie is here to look after your pleasure.” At that point I think I realised just what that might mean, Sophie said, “You taste wonderful.”
Sophie was stunning, the light reflected off her skin revealed just how soft it was. She was wearing a silky, clingy dress emphasised her beautiful curves, the deep purple enhanced the colour of her skin and made her look regal, she had the same accent as Laurent, but her voice was sexier as it had a certain huskiness to it.
She sat down next to me and handed me a glass. I was nervous about what might happen next, the wine I had drunk earlier had calmed me down a bit, but I was glad of something to hold. We chatted and Sophie sensed that I was curious about her. She told me that they had been friends for a long time, since childhood, when she winked at me I got the feeling that maybe she had been Laurent’s first lover

After I had taken a couple of sips Sophie took my glass and put it on the table. “Now it is time for you,” she said. I felt another jolt of electricity in my core. Laurent and I had discussed my bi-curiosity at length and I had told him of my torrid but limited previous experiences. That he’d remembered those and planned this for me was wonderful, made even more delicious by the fact that he would be watching and maybe joining in.

Sophie ran a finger up my arm and lifted my hair off my neck and she planted little kisses behind one ear. This made me shudder; it was so unexpected and arousing. With the same finger, and marked by little kisses, she traced a path down my neck and across the flesh of my breasts to just above my nipples. This made me shudder and moan. I was aware of a cooling breeze on my slit – the dress had slipped sideways to reveal my secret places and Laurent was blowing gently on them. For some reason that was incredibly arousing.
Sophie released my nipples and sucked them gently, rolling each between her tongue and lips. This made me moan and there was no way I could hide it.
She reached behind me and undid the long zip of my dress. As the fabric fell away she kissed the newly exposed areas – below my breasts, across my tummy and the top of my legs. She gently but firmly pulled me to my feet so I could step out of my dress. She knelt down to pick up the fabric and what she did next took me completely but surprise – she kissed the insides of my legs from my ankles to my thighs, through the silk onto the naked skin. Laurent had to hold me up by the time she’d got past my knees as I was shuddering so much. It was the most delicious bliss. I arched and trembled as she reached my slit. My legs were apart and I could see my silhouette in the mirror behind the chaise, it revealed light reflecting off the juice that was making its way through my labia onto my thighs. I watched Sophie's tongue reach my juice and start to lap it up. This triggered another massive shudder and I felt and saw more juice ooze out. Laurent added to the arousal, he stroked my breasts as he supported me, I could feel his erection straining at his trousers as I pressed back against his body.

He lowered me to the chaise and swung my body round so I was laying full length on it. He handed me my glass of champagne and said, “Have a sip, ma petite cherie.” He unzipped Sophie’s dress and kissed the back of her neck. She turned and tapped him on the hand, I thought I heard her use the word “mechant”, he grinned – I think she’d called him naughty boy.
Sophie was exquisite – Rubenesque probably would describe her best. She knelt next to the chaise and gently stroked one of my breasts. Then she kissed me all the way to my slit, I arched up against her face, it was so lovely a feeling. She insinuated her tongue into my slit and found my clit and started to roll and suck it. I was so wet it the juice began to spread over her face. She looked up at me and licked her lips and then began to kiss me and spread my juice up my tummy to my breasts and then up to my face. She ran her tongue across my upper lip and then kissed me deeply.

I was so aroused I couldn’t help arching up against her. She slipped one leg between mine so her thigh was pressing up against my clit, I felt a hot wet sensation on my left thigh – it was her pussy pressing against me.
She was as wet as I was.
She started to move her hips, rhythmically pressing her thigh onto my slit and her pussy onto my leg. The pressure and the vacuum created sucked the juice from our vaginas and made a loud squelching noise.
I’d never done this before, it felt so good; it built the tension and the sensation. While we were moving together Sophie pushed one of her breasts against my face and I sucked a nipple – I experimented with nipping and nibbling, she murmured, “Oui, oui, c’est au poil!” as she arched against me.
She reached around me to put a couple of fingers up my vagina and finger fucked me in time to the thrusts against my clit. When I wasn’t kissing and sucking her breasts, she was doing the same to me or we were kissing each other's mouths and faces. She encouraged me, speaking in French – it was so arousing, I missed most of what she said – I was in the clouds.
From time to time I was aware of Laurent, stroking me, kissing my hair, briefly I thought that he was being very patient – normally he would have jumped on me by now! – and then my mind went back to how close my orgasm was.
Sophie was a wonderful lover, she played me like an instrument – pulling back when I nearly went over the edge until I was supersensitive and shuddering all over, whimpering in my need. By trhis time I was completely out of control; moaning and groaning , shivering and shuddering, muscles expanding and contracting, my juice making a slick all down Sophie’s thigh. I felt the arousal ramp up as Sophie found my G-spot and started to press it – then I was over the edge, bucking against her and squeaking.
As my spasms subsided Sophie moved down my body to lick my clit and the whole area of my vulva. She was moaning and I sensed Laurent couldn’t hold back any longer. He slid his cock up her vagina; as it went in she sucked harder on my clit. She quickly established a rhythm – I felt Laurent’s pelvic thrusts communicated through her body shudders and the pressure of her mouth on my vulva. As her orgasm built Sophie fucked me with her tongue and that rapidly brought my arousal up to the edge again.
Laurent must have been very excited as he orgasmed when Sophie did. By some miracle so did I. We must have made one hell of a racket as my vulva muffled only Sophie’s shouts.
Laurent, gave me a kiss and asked if he could lick Sophie's pussy – of course he could – I was amazed at his restraint.

I said, “Absolument, vu qu’il fera mon virage pour faire que la prochaine fois!”…. there was no way I was going to miss that treat, a repeat of this adventure was on my agenda…maybe next time we could take a trip to France – perhaps to Belle Isle sur Risle at Pont Audemer – my favourite hotel of all time.