The Seduction of Fleur Pt 2, a short story by KiwiDreamer. Date added: 2012-06-02. Times viewed: 1443.
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- Intro: The seduction of Fleur gets underway in earnest and the bonding begins.
The next Friday afternoon Mike used his cell phone to call Fleur to the edge of the sidewalk outside the library. She had a travel bag on wheels and wore a big smile. Mike searched her face by saw no sign of panic. She scrambled in beside Mike to the blasts of horns of impatient motorists in the lane behind them and as the cabbie loaded Fleur’s bag into the trunk. She and Mike kissed and Fleur placed his hand over her heart and said, “I’m excited.”
“I see and feel real boobs,” he smiled. “You didn’t scramble to have implants did you?”
Fleur colored and lightly touched Mike’s forehead with hers.
“I have waited, impatiently, all day for you to complete this seduction.”
“Well, the wait is half the fun.”
The cab headed to the Kensington Towers Hotel. The kept their voices low to avoid the driver hearing.
“Fleur, here’s the plan. If you don’t like anything then say and negotiate. When we arrive in our room we’ll have a glass of champagne. I remain seated while you strip for me. I’ll then remove my clothes while you finish your wine and then we will touch each other to gain a little familiarity. Then we’ll put on our swimsuits and robes and slippers and go to the pool on the seventh floor where we will order half a bottle of champagne and canapés. We’ll kiss and touch but being circumspect because there are bound to be other pool users. Then it’s back to this room that has a Jacuzzi in the bathroom where we’ll touch and hopefully you’ll be ready to suck me and I’ll go down on you. Then I’ll roll you over and work on you. I’ll carry you to the bed where you can feed me into you should you feel the desire and we’ll complete the seduction, grinding away slowly, until one of us is ready to burst. We’ll then nap and dress and go down for late dinner.”
Fleur remained thoughtful for a moment and then, “I know how to suck cock. I’ve done it for several men. But you sucking me; you mean pushing your tongue into my vagina and chewing around the opening?”
“Something like that. You are okay about that?”
“I’m not sure. No male has ever done that to me. I would not allow it. My aunt sucked me there when I was sixteen. We rushed and kept thinking we could hear people approaching and it ended with us both agreeing it had not gone well.”
“Well, that’s okay. This is a seduction not a desire to have you complete an obstacle course.”
“I don’t wish to change anything. Let’s try everything but remain flexible. You have not mentioned my back passage.”
“Well I think we should talk about that one day if you persist.”
“No, it’s fine. No one has been there. I just thought you might have had a mindset about it.”
“No, I’m probably somewhat ambivalent because there are so many considerations.”
“Oooh. I’ve never thought of ambivalent being used in that context.”
Mike laughed. “That’s excellent Fleur. Try to keep your spirits light. May I call you darling at times?’’
“You are invited to reciprocate.”
“Oh darling, I was hoping you’d say that.”
“Thank you. We are only two blocks away. Thank goodness we are not heading for the airport. Have you ever been to France?”
“As a girl yes, I was named after my grandmother.”
“We if we hit it off I’ll take you there soon. I have some legal ends to tie up.”
Fleur wandered around the suite nervously.
“This is lovely accommodation.”
“Thanks. I actually own a larger unit on the penultimate floor. It’s rented out under management. Are you nervous?”
She lied and said no. Mike looked at her until the blush of guilt flowed across her face.
“On second thoughts yes.”
“What’s the problem; are you too small?”
“I don’t think so.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Well it’s the tangle of arms and legs, staring and sometimes bulging eyes, the clashing of teeth, garlicky breathe.”
“Oh, quite a list to check off.”
“Mike,” she said in embarrassment.
“Relax, no problems. You need to be seduced properly a few times to get you into the groove. Real sex doesn’t happen until tits and sweat are flying around, the guy’s balls are slapping against the girl’s thighs, their bodies are slapping…”
“Mike please. I’m too refined for that. Either that or too tentative or perhaps I’m unsuitable for sex. Should I go home?”
“No way baby. You are here for me to fuck you until you worry that you’re going blind.”
“Strip off baby.”
“What, in front of you?”
“I’m the only other person here aren’t I?”
“Yes, but you will look at my body and…”
Mike stepped forward, pulled the loose top of her dress over Fleur’s shoulders and in the absence of protest pulled it over her head and let it fall to the ground.
He took two paces back and looked at her with both her hands over her vulva although she was wearing panties. “Oh fuck me.”
Fleur looked anxious. “What is it Mike, what don’t you like about me. I’m sorry about my small breasts…”
“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“Mike, don’t talk crazy. I’m nothing special.”
Mike couldn’t speak because he was attempting not to drool and the tip of his erection was jammed under his belt and hurting. The body was by Michelangelo. No kidding. Fleur was aptly named, a flower. True her tits were small but they made two handfuls and were in proportion to her slender arms, flat belly, slim thighs and no one’s knees are pretty but the ones on this babe were almost in a class of their own. The feet appeared tiny. He hoped tiny feet didn’t equate to tiny pussy.
* * *
Fleur hung over the end of the sofa where Mike had finished with her. He went to the front of her as she wearily held up her head to be kissed.
“I’m sorry. I must have disappointed you.”
He smiled and lied that she was great. Well she would be when she learnt to move, squeeze and suck. Where had she been since high school… on an otherwise uninhabited island?
“I’ll fetch towels.”
He dried the sweat off her; some of it was hers and carried her into the shower, asking was she okay.”
“I do feel totally fucked.”
He grinned and she grinned back.
As water streamed over them Fleur delivered her confession.
“The time I lost my virginity it was to one of two guys on the night of my high school graduation. They were animals and did…what do you call it?”
“Double fucked you.”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“You mean you had one up your butt?”
“No, both in the vagina together.”
“Oh shoot. That must have been terrible for you.”
“It was. I went back to my girlfriend’s home and mostly since them m my sex life has revolved around women. I recently decided to return to male-only sex and you happened to come along…”
She stopped, but didn’t cry; she sniffed, just the once.
“You poor darling,” Mike said, pulling her to him and holding her softly. “If only I’d known I’d not put you under such pressure tonight.”
“It was okay. Pounding into me three times when I was stretched over the sofa arm was actually an excellent idea. There was no tangle of arms and legs and when I wanted to be kissed I only had to turn my head around and you were there for me. I had plenty of time to avoid teeth clashing. And we fucked until we both were sweating. It was gross but if that’s what you wanted I feel pleased I let it happen for you. You have a long and thick cock but I’m telling you it was not as big as some of the dildos used on me although we didn’t steam up and grunt and bang hard like you do. We were ladylike.”
“I understand. Look would you like to go with me for a while and I’ll be gentle and caring with you and work you up until you are enjoying passionate sex. A learning curve in required for you.”
“Mike that’s so kind of you. Yes I’d like that. Do you mean just to fuck or to date as well?”
“Oh to date for sure. We have to get to like one another well before we can fuck in harmony and enjoy sex to our very core.”
“Please finger my pussy Mike. I feel I’m ready to come again.”
Mike obliged, being very encouraged by that request. He knew she was just asking to be lovely to him.
As Mike worked his fingers in her Fleur became increasingly active and held her face up to be kissed and didn’t appear to mind the shower water hitting her face and now her hair, that she’d kept dry until now, was becoming soaked.
She moaned, just a couple of times and said, “Fuck me Mike. I want you inside me.”
He didn’t wish to break the magic of the moment but had to be responsible.
“I’ll have to go to me back to get a condom.”
“No please, don’t bother and shoot semen into me I don’t want to spoil this moment as we both integrate to become one. I feel so lovely.”
Mike occasionally had this experience. His penis felt extra thick and his impression was his balls were huge.
Fleur cooperated well and moved her groin around to facilitate entry.
Mike then lifted her and she squealed in delight and he slowly began stroking her and lifting her butt up as he pulled out a little to begin the next up stroke until their groins collided again… and again…and again.
He looked at her face. Her head was thrown back and she was in ecstasy.
* * *
John found Mike work filling in for the IT guy of a small publishing firm who was taking a month of to take his very pregnant wife to her former hometown in Canada as she wished to be with her parents for the birth.
Fleur applied for two weeks’ vacation and when Mike’s short contract ended they went to France for ten days.
By that time Fleur was socially right out of her shell, and was enjoying conventional fucking as well and was beginning to move to generate extra sensation for them both. Mike was pleased to find she was subtle and rather athletic so had big plans to advance her on what she called ‘her ladder toward sexual fulfillment’.
Mike spent quite sometime each day visualizing a ladder, Fleur above him, bent over, her cute bald pussy (she now shaved for him) stretched open. Drooling as if imitating a small waterfall, he’d reached up to finger that pussy but the ladder rungs below him kept breaking and he’d slip farther and farther from Fleur. So much for theory.
Yet he was pleased about that, thinking of slipping away from Fleur rather than thinking slipping away from her pussy. Obviously he was now thinking of her as a complete package.
Arriving at the airport in Paris she spoke confidently in French and smiled and said to Mike, “See they understand me.”
“Yes, it makes you feel welcome on foreign soil.”
“How true but do you know why, especially the younger men, smile when I chat to them?”
“Come on, don’t hold out on me.”
“Just tune your ear darling. You have good hearing.”
“What are you saying I have a disagreeable accent?”
“I’d never say that darling but the people you speak to might. The French are not noted for being polite to tourists.”
Fleur clearly was shocked.
“Don’t take me to a tourist hotel Mike, take me somewhere very French so I can learn to adapt.”
“We’re not going to a hotel.”
Fleur said great and asked where would they stay and was told to be patient.
The address Mike gave the cabbie was in the 16th arrondissement neighborhood near the Eiffel Tower.
Fleur was intrigued because it was an upmarket residential street.
“This is very Parisian,” she said to Mike in English, squeezing his hand, only to hear the cabbie say in perfect English mimicking a Texan accent, “It certainly is ma’am. You should enjoy your stay here.”
Fleur was appalled and was tempted to dig into the ribs of the grinning ape beside her.
“Oh Mike, this is lovely,” she said, looking up at beautiful Haussmann type building. The small apartment was on the fifth floor.
“Oh you were so clever locating this. Is it always let to tourists?”
“Not when I wish to occupy it.”
Fleur’s mouth fell open until she managed, “Y-you own this apartment, right in the heart of Paris.”
“Yes and I always shall because although I don’t expect to live in Paris again I’ll always enjoy coming back to this city.”
“Oh that doorman greeted you so politely and called you Mike. I simply thought you had emailed your photo and details. How could I be so stupid not thinking about the unexpectedness of that more deeply?”
“Does it matter?”
“Do I look upset?”
Mike looked at Fleur fondly.
“We are making great progress in relaxing you Fleur but we both know there is someway to go. You must relax enough to allow small surprises to come to you rather than you attempting to hunt them out like a rat after cheese.”
“Ohmigod Mike, not rats.”
“Cats don’t go looking for cheese unless I have that gap in my education.”
Diverting, Fleur ran to the window and looked out. They were on the sixth floor. “Oh what wonderful views. This is my Paris.”
Grinning Mike came up behind her and circling her waist with his arms, kissed into her neck gently. We get all day sun through those windows behind us every day.”
“On fine days.”
“Everyday is a fine day in Paris no matter what the skies tell you.”
“Oh Mike, I love it. This is a different you. I can tell you love Paris.”
“And so will you by the time we leave and you stand in this very spot, shedding tears and saying goodbye.”
“Well perhaps one tear. I never cry Mike. You still don’t know everything about me.”
They went out for coffee, Mike being kissed by the wife of the proprietor when she came over. He introduced Nathalie to Fleur and they hugged and Nathalie stroked Fleur’s cheek and turning to Mike patted him on the cheek and said in perfect English-English, “Good boy. Fleur’s good enough for you.”
“God who do you usually bring in here to earn Nathalie’s disapproval?” Fleur asked after the co-proprietor had walked off.
Mike looked at Fleur in astonishment and then roared in laughter. “You can ask Nathalie some time either in French or English. She received most of her high school education at an exclusive girl’s school in southern England.”
“And yet she works here in a bar cum coffee house?”
Mike sniffed and said Nathalie prefers to work amongst lively people. “She married a guy simply because she liked him, not because of what he had or didn’t possess. This is France darling, not America. As it happened Alaine inherited this business from his parents just as Nathalie inherited the apartment building where we live from her parents.”
“What that entire building with what, eighty apartments and sole owner?”
“Yes but there was actually forty-eight apartments.”
Fleur said doubtfully, “She doesn’t exhibit the airs and graces of a rich woman.”
Taking Fleur’s hand, Mike reminded her this was France and not America. “However you will see plenty of French women flaunting it. People in American who rave on about the rich culture of some American cities speak in the context of America; they either ignore the enriched culture of European cities and other places around the world or are just simply buffoons.”
“Oh yes. I hope you don’t think I’m a buffoon?”
“You are maturing at last into a beautiful princess.”
“Ohmigod Mike, take me back to the apartment.
They had great sex and went to sleep.
Fleur awoke first and went to the windows and gasped. The vastness of the lit city appeared stunning. Although she’d been to Paris before she’d forgotten the mood she now felt.
The restaurant Mike took her to was typically family French. In fact when Fleur spoke to the waitress in English she drew a blank look and she looked at Mike nervously and said “Sir?”
He smiled and said Mademoiselle had forgotten she could speak French.
As they sipped wine Mike said, “Listen to these French people speaking. It’s unlikely there will be any foreigners in this room and that’s why I brought you here. Get the feeling of the way they speak. Actually our young waitress is a university student and has a slightly different way of speaking, probably because she speaks other languages and closely associates with foreign students speaking French. I suggest when I’m gone on a couple of business meetings you go over to the coffee house and lunch there and invite Nathalie to eat with you. Restaurateurs are human so have to eat. She works there from 9:00 to 9:00 each day. Oh, it she invites you to go anywhere with her then go. You will be befriending someone who is about as French as the French get.”
Over lunch Nathalie told Fleur, “You are well located here. You enjoy the proximity of Bois de Boulogne. It is but five minutes’ walk to the largest forest in Paris that is perfect for jogging or biking and you two may take Alaine’s and my bicycles. Also nearby is and rue de Passy, an upmarket shopping street for food as well as clothing. Trocadero museum with a wonderful view of the Eiffel Tower is two stations away or ten minutes walk, the Champs-Elysées is five stations away and the Galeries Lafayette shopping area eight stations away, all on the same direct line with the metro station just one block from your apartment.”
“Nathalie, I know Galeries Lafayette because it’s world famous and I’ve been there during visits to Paris before.”
“You’ve been to Paris before, three times? Of course, you’ve just told me that. So why that horrible accent huh?”
Fleur swallowed on that word ‘horrible’ and wondered if Mike had asked Nathalie to wind her up. “Er, I’d like to speak French like you do.”
“Oh my dear child, why would you want to do that? I’m an unsophisticated French woman.”
“Because I love France, I love Paris and the less like I talk French like a loud-mouth American the more likely I’ll be absorbed into French culture.”
“Oh my darling, what a wonderful thing to say to me. Here am I without my children because both my son and daughter are working in other countries. I shall not work here this afternoon. Instead I’ll take you to places where French women shop without glitz and being stared at by foreigners. And tomorrow morning at 7:00 you come with me to buy bread and flowers for the restaurant and the next morning at 5:00 you go with Alaine to the markets to buy meat and fish. With Alaine you’ll see the French as tourists never see them, unless they are lucky. But expect the men with dirty paws to touch your breasts and smack your ass. They think it’s hilarious and I find it sexy. But whatever, it is the atmosphere that will excite you. You will know the French are rather fond of food; well at the fish and meat markets you will be surrounded by suppliers and buyers who are passionate about food.”
“Oh Nathalie, you are so kind to me. May I kiss you?”
“Come to my arms my dear child. Now don’t make me cry. From now on we only talk French.”
Fleur replied in French.
* * *
Fleur stood at the window of the apartment, looking down at the restaurant. Just as Mike had predicted, she wept, her body shaking. Mike had taken their bags down to the cab. She was devastated to be leaving. The ten days had zoomed by. It was so unfair.
She wiped her eyes and she heard Mike coming for her. He kissed away tears.
He locked eyes and said, “Please marry me.”
Her eyes bulged and she whispered yes.
Mike led her from the elevator and Charles the doorman who had come to adore Fleur pulled a red rose from behind his back and handed to her gravely.
“Goodbye beautiful American.”
“Say goodbye to Boris for me please Charles.”
He nodded and shook Mike’s hand.
“Who’s Boris,” Mike asked as they got into the cab.
“Charles’s 8-year-old Beagle-Harrier.”
Mike asked the driver to pull over to the restaurant on the corner. Although it was early evening with diners already eating, the entire staff came out to watch Nathalie and Alaine say goodbye to the Americans. Mike knew some of the staff but Fleur knew everyone by name and she kissed them all. Mike watched and became quite stunned as the females cried and even some of the men blew their noses or wiped at their eyes.
Fleur then kissed Alaine and when she hugged Nathalie both women began blubbering, making Mike feel quite embarrassed. But then Fleur made Mike extremely proud. She handed Nathalie a small gift and said in almost flawless French, “Nathalie this is for your hard work in rubbing me deeply into French culture and improving the way I speak French.”
Nathalie feverishly tore apart the wrapping, opened the long thin box and triumphantly held up a gold necklace and screamed, “Magnifique! Merci mon chéri.”
Mike couldn’t believe it. What he was witnessing was Fleur seducing him and others around her in a most unexpected way. What an amazing lover.
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