The heavy oak door of the elite tea salon swung shut behind me. Crystal chandeliers cast a golden haze over velvet armchairs and marble tables. Patrons in bespoke suits murmured deals worth millions. My eyes locked on her immediately. Géraldine. Heart pounding. First time. Another man hovered, chatting, not seated. Still playable. Ten meters away. Pulse racing. Erection straining my trousers. Odd gait, but no eyes on me. Except one lone lady in the corner, stirring her tea, watching. Short-sleeved dress, white ribbon on her left wrist.
Adrenaline sharpened everything. Leather seat creaked under imagined weight. I circled the table. Hand on her shoulder. Light kiss. ‘Hello, nounou.’ Ridiculous code phrase. She hesitated two beats too long. ‘Hello, Frédéric.’ To the man: ‘As I said, a boy I minded, now my friend. He set this meeting.’ The guy stammered goodbye, vexed but graceful.
The Privilege
I sat opposite. ‘I told you this wasn’t wise.’ Her voice low. I checked he was gone. ‘Wanted you fully consenting.’ ‘Tutor me, as my friend.’ ‘How are you?’ ‘Heart’s leaping out.’ ‘Pity. That mouth… made for sucking quills.’ Eyes widened. ‘Flowers for you.’ Bouquet thrust forward. Server neared. ‘Same again, dear nounou?’ To him: ‘Two lemon teas.’ Her cheeks flushed crimson, eyes misty. Rigid in her chair.
‘You said it’d thrill more this way.’ ‘Surprises. You’re a filthy pig!’ Smile cracked her lips. ‘Not a compliment? Would a boy talk so to his ex-nanny?’ Chin in hands, ironic stare. ‘Two questions?’ She nodded, swallowing hard. Server interrupted. My cock ached. Her breath audible, lips parted. He left. ‘Tea really does that to you?’ Devilish pause. Groan escaped her.
‘Will you let me do EVERYTHING, nounou?’ Flames in her eyes. Lip quivered. Orgasm teetered. She lost it, maybe. ‘We must go. Now.’ ‘But the tea…’ ‘Please.’ Urgency burned. Quarter-hour walk to her place. I’d chosen this salon for that. Ladies sought company here. But we met via her ad: ’45yo lady seeks boy she minded. Ready to give all love again.’ Playful response led to letters, calls. Six months. She craved the illicit role.
Paid at the polished mahogany bar. Helped her into cashmere coat. She clung like a lifeline. Wobbly legs. Arm-in-arm walk. I stroked her hand. Luxe high-rise loomed. Keys trembled. Took flowers, gave back. Couldn’t unlock. Seventh floor penthouse. Elevator grille clanged shut. Hands on her hips. She sighed, hit 7. ‘Naughty, darling.’ Pressed pelvis to her ass. Hands roamed soft belly. Spasms hit. She sought my mouth. Left hand to breast, right to mound. Groped pussy over dress. Bit her neck. Cries mixed pain, joy. Most erotic moment ever.
The Excess
Doors parted. Three identical. She pointed, graceful, disheveled. Red cheeks, open mouth. Unlocked with both hands. Wanted to fuck her there. Slammed her to wall. Violated her mouth. Tongue war. Hands hiked dress. Felt erection grind her. Slid under to knead full ass through panties. Deepened kiss. Pulled her cheeks, drawing her in. Near-ejaculation. Stopped.
Her face wrecked: mascara streaks, sweaty, trembling. ‘Bathroom?’ Gesture. ‘Need toilet.’ ‘Come with me.’ Confession: ‘Since your tea secret, I jerk off imagining you piss on me.’ Braced for slap. None. Soft: ‘Too perverse.’ Fled to bathroom. Rage at mirror. Door opened. She entered, scared. Hid face. She pulled hands away. Kissed. ‘I’ll do it for you. Private.’ Unbuttoned shirt, caressed. Laid me on cool tiles.
Straddled my face. Panties gone. ‘Look at my pussy. Like it?’ Full bush, swollen salmon lips, dripping. Droplet hit lip. Tongue flicked slit. Salty delight. ‘Bastard, no licking!’ Sucked vulva. She ground furiously. Clit hit teeth. Cries pierced. Held ass, tongue-fucked, sucked clit. She shattered. Squirt, then piss gushed. Hot, acrid stream on face. Swallowed mix of juices. She collapsed.
Rolled her over. ‘Sorry.’ Kissed deep. She licked herself off me. ‘Thank you. Never done that. My story…’ ‘Bed after shower.’ ‘Sage shower first.’ Tease: ‘No promises…’
To be continued. Fred.
