penis. She doubled over with the
strength of her orgasm. Her fumbling fingers somehow found and
operated the valve, and she looked down, just in time to see her
clitoris contract to its normal size as she pulled the cylinder
off. Normal , however, in this context was a relative term,
she reflected. The state of her clitoris might well be normal, but
only normal for how it appeared when she was massively turned on.
She sat back and breathed deeply.
There was a tap
at the door. She pulled her skirt down and grabbed her knickers,
just as a face appeared.
“How was it?”
Odile asked. “Did you manage to work the pump?”
Gaëlle smiled
at her. She was conscious of still being pink from her orgasm of a
moment earlier.
“Oh, yes, thank
you,” she said. “The experiment has been, shall we say, very
thought-provoking. I’ll be giving it a considerable amount of
consideration when I get home, tonight. But if you will show me
where the loo is, I’ll finish sorting myself out before I go. I
hadn’t realised how late it is.”
Odile showed
her to a washroom and left Gaëlle, who put her knickers back on and
splashed her face with cold water. Odile was waiting for her in the
hallway.
“Thank you for
supper, for the swim and for letting me into your secret life,”
Gaëlle said, kissing Odile.
“I enjoyed the
evening, too, and thank you for coming round. You’re welcome any
time. I’m here all week and, as I told you, the evenings can seem
long.”
“I’ll come when
I can.”
Gaëlle drove
home, already thinking of what she would write in her journal.
From Gaëlle’s
Journal
Jérôme used to
say that we get what we need when we need it. The coincidence of
meeting Odile at the charity sale was just such an event. I like
her as a person, she’s warm and serious, but with an interest in
sex that I share.
This evening
was the most erotic exploration I have ever done since I’ve been on
my own. I was getting ready to go to Barbara’s house when I first
thought about the erotic side of it. I wanted to be ready to take
advantage of the situation to try out the pump if the chance came.
It’s been occupying my mind since I first learned of it and saw
Barbara’s swollen nipples. I wore one of my short skirts, because I
hoped I might have the chance to try out the pump.
When Odile
showed me the pumping equipment, it was quite hard not to ask if I
could try it immediately. I didn’t want her to get the idea that
the only reason I was there was to try out the pump, though, so I
was brave and said nothing. Even if I’m not thinking of her
particularly sexually, it’s nice to know I still look passable. I
must remember that I’m forty-three and that I can’t hope to look as
good naked as I did fifteen years ago. The reactions of those who
have seen me nude in the past couple of weeks have reassured me. I
wonder how the public at large would react if I showed? Perhaps I
might dare to try that again now? Maybe shave again? The simple
fact that I have written that down tells me that I want to.
Exhibitionism is so closely associated with my life with Jérôme
that it will be strange, I know. I’ll miss his post-exhib
commentary as well as the look in his eyes while I am exposed, but
I think it will still feel good.
I think Odile
is attracted to me physically, even if she isn’t aware of it
herself. The way she was so keen that I should swim naked and how
she examined me whenever she thought I wouldn’t notice made her
interest quite obvious. I wouldn’t say no if she asked, but I’m
leaving it up to her to make the first move. I’ve quite a lot on my
sexual plate as it is!
Chapter
Nine
It was a couple
of weeks later when Gaëlle heard from Odile again. They had
exchanged telephone numbers, so Gaëlle knew who was calling.
“Do you fancy a
lunch in Germany?” Odile asked.
“Why not?”
Gaëlle responded. “But why go so far?”
“There’s a
Turkish restaurant I want to try
strength of her orgasm. Her fumbling fingers somehow found and
operated the valve, and she looked down, just in time to see her
clitoris contract to its normal size as she pulled the cylinder
off. Normal , however, in this context was a relative term,
she reflected. The state of her clitoris might well be normal, but
only normal for how it appeared when she was massively turned on.
She sat back and breathed deeply.
There was a tap
at the door. She pulled her skirt down and grabbed her knickers,
just as a face appeared.
“How was it?”
Odile asked. “Did you manage to work the pump?”
Gaëlle smiled
at her. She was conscious of still being pink from her orgasm of a
moment earlier.
“Oh, yes, thank
you,” she said. “The experiment has been, shall we say, very
thought-provoking. I’ll be giving it a considerable amount of
consideration when I get home, tonight. But if you will show me
where the loo is, I’ll finish sorting myself out before I go. I
hadn’t realised how late it is.”
Odile showed
her to a washroom and left Gaëlle, who put her knickers back on and
splashed her face with cold water. Odile was waiting for her in the
hallway.
“Thank you for
supper, for the swim and for letting me into your secret life,”
Gaëlle said, kissing Odile.
“I enjoyed the
evening, too, and thank you for coming round. You’re welcome any
time. I’m here all week and, as I told you, the evenings can seem
long.”
“I’ll come when
I can.”
Gaëlle drove
home, already thinking of what she would write in her journal.
From Gaëlle’s
Journal
Jérôme used to
say that we get what we need when we need it. The coincidence of
meeting Odile at the charity sale was just such an event. I like
her as a person, she’s warm and serious, but with an interest in
sex that I share.
This evening
was the most erotic exploration I have ever done since I’ve been on
my own. I was getting ready to go to Barbara’s house when I first
thought about the erotic side of it. I wanted to be ready to take
advantage of the situation to try out the pump if the chance came.
It’s been occupying my mind since I first learned of it and saw
Barbara’s swollen nipples. I wore one of my short skirts, because I
hoped I might have the chance to try out the pump.
When Odile
showed me the pumping equipment, it was quite hard not to ask if I
could try it immediately. I didn’t want her to get the idea that
the only reason I was there was to try out the pump, though, so I
was brave and said nothing. Even if I’m not thinking of her
particularly sexually, it’s nice to know I still look passable. I
must remember that I’m forty-three and that I can’t hope to look as
good naked as I did fifteen years ago. The reactions of those who
have seen me nude in the past couple of weeks have reassured me. I
wonder how the public at large would react if I showed? Perhaps I
might dare to try that again now? Maybe shave again? The simple
fact that I have written that down tells me that I want to.
Exhibitionism is so closely associated with my life with Jérôme
that it will be strange, I know. I’ll miss his post-exhib
commentary as well as the look in his eyes while I am exposed, but
I think it will still feel good.
I think Odile
is attracted to me physically, even if she isn’t aware of it
herself. The way she was so keen that I should swim naked and how
she examined me whenever she thought I wouldn’t notice made her
interest quite obvious. I wouldn’t say no if she asked, but I’m
leaving it up to her to make the first move. I’ve quite a lot on my
sexual plate as it is!
Chapter
Nine
It was a couple
of weeks later when Gaëlle heard from Odile again. They had
exchanged telephone numbers, so Gaëlle knew who was calling.
“Do you fancy a
lunch in Germany?” Odile asked.
“Why not?”
Gaëlle responded. “But why go so far?”
“There’s a
Turkish restaurant I want to try
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