Wednesday, 15 June 2011

Two weeks later

It had been two weeks since Mark had left, presumably with Pierre, if those were actually their names or not. Not that she ever expected to see them again. It had been an interesting experience, one that she didn't regret. That surprised her, a month ago she would have been horrified at what had happened with the two men. She certainty didn't see herself as that "type of girl". She was attractive, intelligent and relatively conservative, at least that’s how she liked people to see her.

She had enjoyed that weekend, and yes she wanted more. Of course she couldn't expect the apartment next door to be filled with charming young men from down under with sexual appetites to match at all times. She had found out that Mark had rented the apartment for the weekend only. He had told her he was there for six months, all part of the game no doubt. By now he was probably in Spain doing something very similar with a boy called Sergio or whatever name he and Pierre deemed up.

It was Saturday morning and she sipped her green tea, while struggling to read her morning paper. As she had told Mark, her Italian was very passable but French was proving a little more difficult. Two languages was manageable but three? She knew enough to make herself understood but crept back to English like a safe haven.

Her mind drifted back to the Mark 'episode'. She was now missing the physical and emotional connection with a partner. Her weekend with Mark around did t satisfy those itches but it certainly helped with the urges she was feeling more and more. She enjoyed quiet time with herself, exploring her own body but she wanted more, some excitement. She had enjoyed the exhibitionist in her with Mark and Pierre and also enjoyed playing the voyeur, watching them.

The owner of Mark's apartment had told her that Mark was only their for the weekend and she would continue to rent it out to tourists, but that she could expect it to be empty most of the time. In fact she had told Ella she was welcome to the apartment if it was empty and she had friends visiting. The woman, Danielle, had said something a little strange also. “I think we should focus on nice young men renting the apartment" I'm sure you would appreciate the view more.

Ella wondered about Danielle, around her age, quite attractive with a home in the surrounding countryside. She didn't live in her apartment in the city and seemed to be single. She liked her and imagined they may become friends. Danielle had a certain glint in her eye. Ella had seen her in a couple of the local bars and had shared a drink with her more than once. In fact Danielle had invited her to dinner in her country home, when they both had time. "Call me" she had said.

Ella considered her day. A quiet Saturday, grocery shopping and returning for a quiet night in writing her diary. Something she hoped would turn into a memoir at some stage, but primarily for her to read and recall her life adventures. Her mind returned to earlier adventures, her first visit to Dijon with him all those years before. "Mmmm, good memories" she reminisced. Reaching for her computer she dug and found some of the pictures from that trip.

Among the pictures were some of Dijon, the view from the apartment they had stayed in, the very same building, the floor above hers and marginally closer to the square, the churches, the streets, the shops. "Mmmm shopping, it's been too long", she said to herself, quickly deciding to spend the day treating herself. She could afford it, provided she didn't go crazy. She knew she couldn't find shoes to fit without a visit to Paris, she probably had enough coats and handbags. What else was there apart from clothes?

She flicked absent-mindedly through the pictures, looking at the shops. There amongst them was a shot of a shop on a corner, a very tight corner, perhaps 45 degrees. She hadn't looked closely before but did now, enlarging it to see what the shop was. She knew the corner vaguely, at the other end of the city. "Ahhh a lingerie shop, as usual he had more on his mind that the architecture!" She smiled; he was a sex maniac but a lovable one.

So it was settled, she would hunt down the shop and buy herself some new lingerie, some nice everyday things, but maybe something special too. After all "I do deserve a treat" she thought to herself. She dressed, jeans and a nice top, a coat and of course the nicest lingerie she could find. "Ughh, I so need some new things" she thought to herself.

The shop, if she recalled correctly was about 4 kilometers away. It was a nice day and it would be a pleasant walk, perhaps stop for a coffee along the way. She set off, pausing to window shop along the way. "Hmmm I'm going to have to come back and get that coat" she thought, noting a knee length tailored coat, perfect for winter. Black, of course, and elegant. "That has my name on it".

She stopped at one of the cafe's as she wandered along Rue Musette. A place she had been before, decent coffee and pastries, "perhaps a small one" she thought to herself. She sat at a table in the morning sun. A slight chill in the air but warm enough. She ordered a coffee and a croissant. "Bonjour Ella", she turned and saw Danielle smiling at her. "Puis-je m'asseoir aced vous?" she asked. "Oui" Ella replied, "it's nice to see you Danielle" slipping back into English and her comfort zone.

They chatted about the usual, the weather, and local news, nothing important. "I should let you get on with your day Ella, do you have anything planned?" she said as they finished their coffee. "Just a little shopping", Ella replied. "Something pretty I hope" Danielle said, smiling at her. "Mark mentioned how beautiful his neighbor was, I had to agree"

"Well I was going to treat myself to some new lingerie, so yes something pretty" she smiled.  "Would you like a second opinion Ella, I'd be happy to accompany you" said Danielle. Ella looked back at her quizzically. "Oh come on, it will be fun and I promise to like your taste". Ella smiled and said, "Yes, I would like that".

They set off discussing the shop Ella had singled out. "Ahhh yes they have many pretty things" said Danielle. They found their way to the store and looked briefly at the window display before entering. "Mon ami veut quelque chose de tres sexy" Danielle said to the first assistant who approached them. Ella cringed, she wanted things she could wear daily and well, yes, something sexy.

"Let's browse Ella, show me what you like and I will show you what I like, perhaps I will buy a few things for myself too". Ella was warming to this, playing dress ups with Danielle might just be fun. Danielle was an efficient shopper, before long she had a number of things to try on. "Come with me and tell me what you like on me" she said at Ella, making eye contact and smiling back at her.

Ella followed her dutifully to the changing rooms and stood at the door as Danielle entered. "Don't be silly, come in with me" said Danielle, pulling at her wrist. The room was spacious with a bench and chair, clearly setup for two, typically man and wife she imagined but often friends too she expected. "I think you will like these Ella" said Danielle as she began to undress in that European way, not at all self-conscious.

Ella looked away, wanting to look but feeling she shouldn't. "It's alright Ella, I don't mind you seeing me naked, don't be shy, look all you want". She looked up and smiled, "ok, thank you Danielle". Danielle undressed, handing Ella her clothes to hang until she stood there naked. "You like?" she asked Ella, smiling at her. "Yes, yes I do" she stammered back.

Danielle was reasonably tall and quite slim. Nice legs and shape, lovely breasts, and as her eyes moved down her body, smooth between the legs. Ella felt a slight tingle between her own legs, she couldn't remember being this close to another naked woman. It was something she had thought about but had yet to experience.

Danielle tried on several things and decided upon a black corset. Removable shoulder straps and suspenders and some gorgeous silk stockings. "what do you think Ella, you think Mark will like this when he gets back?". "What the fuck!" she said, almost aloud. Suddenly her head was spinning. "Mark?" she stammered. "Yes, I have a little confession. Mark is my husband, he works out of the country most of the time now and we don't see a lot of each other but we are still married"

"He told me what had happened, he and Pierre use the apartment sometimes. I don't really mind, I knew he was bi when we first met. The only rule is that he doesn't bring it home. I hope you won't be angry at me for not saying sooner" Ella's mind was racing. She was sitting here with a beautiful naked woman, one she was oddly attracted to, listening to her tell of her husband, that had been having sex with a male friend and god knows what else.

"Now that we've got that out of the way, let's shop for you if you are still up to it". "Ok, I have to admit I'm a little distracted now but I'd like that" Ella replied. Danielle took her selection to the counter and said she would return once they had selected something for her friend. Ella glanced over the racks and selected a few things she liked. "Try this" Danielle said passing her a bra, panties and classical lace suspender belt. Ella checked the label and grimaced at the prices, 450 Euro or more in total.

They returned to the changing room and Danielle took her clothes as she undressed. Now it was her turn to be naked in front of Danielle. "Yes, Mark was right, you are very beautiful Ella" "How much did he tell you Danielle?" "Everything Ella, we have no secrets". Ella didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This was crazy.

She tried on the expensive lingerie. It was beautiful and yes she looked stunning in it. "I don't really think I can afford it" she said to Danielle. "I will buy it for you Ella, it's Mark's credit card and it’s the least he can do after that weekend. He owes you!" said Danielle. "Are you sure?" Ella replied, "it's a lot of money" "Perfectly sure but there is one small condition". "What's that?" Ella asked. "You must come for dinner and you must wear your new lingerie. Tonight" Ella looked at her and simply smiled, "yes I would love too"

She walked home having bid goodbye to Danielle, the day-to-day lingerie would have to wait for another day. She had arranged to drive to Danielle’s house and arrive around 7. And no, she was relieved to hear, Mark wouldn’t be there. He was in Paris at his real job, in Agriculture but permanently based in Paris. She looked forward to an evening with Danielle, nervous but excited also.

She arrived home and began to prepare for her evening. It was two weeks since her last wax and her legs and pussy were showing a few wisps of hair. After soaking in a bath she would take a fresh razor and deal to those. Her hair was fine, long and straight but she would make an effort and tie it up or tie it back. A little makeup for a change, her ‘special’ lace top stockings, the lingerie Danielle had bought for her, and her classical black dress.

She enjoyed the bath and set about preparing herself. Firstly naked, shaving her legs and carefully removing the wisps of hair on her pussy, yes both were now nice and smooth. She dried her hair and decided on a simple pony tail, all those years ago he had told her how much he liked her hair tied back, showing off her long slender neck and her cute ears. “He knew something” she thought to herself.

Then the lingerie. Beautiful and soft to the touch, it fitted perfectly and felt so good against her skin. Into the dress, figure hugging and showing off her curves, high at the neck, demure but very, very sexy. Classic black heels to complete the look. She looked in the mirror, “Yes I do look good and I feel great”. She selected a bottle of wine from her small but quality selection and left.

Danielle lived some 10 kilometers out of Dijon in a small village called Messigny-et-Vantoux.  A charming little village in which her charming, not so little house nestled, well not so little compared to her apartment she thought as Danielle welcomed her at the door. “Ahhh Ella, you look ravishing I must say” “Thank you Danielle, you look beautiful” she replied admiring her cream dress and heels, knowing she too was wearing her purchase from earlier in the day.

She saw her into the living room and motioned her to a leather couch in front of the fire. The house was at least 150 years old but immaculate, the walls were covered in artworks and what looked like mementos from travels. Interestingly it was clearly Danielle’s house and not Mark's. I bore the marks of a woman, with little obvious sign of a man's presence.

Danielle returned from the kitchen with a glass of wine for each of them. “Dinner will be an hour or so but it’s taking care of itself”. She curled up at the other end of the couch, removing her shoes and motioning Ella to do likewise. “This is so nice” Ella thought to herself. Danielle was growing on her, she was articulate, intelligent, successful, and she was showing a lot of interest in Ella.

They talked about each other’s lives, how they had ended up here and even a little about Mark while they waited for dinner to cook. They laughed and drank, smiling at each other, each knowing where this was heading, where they would end up after dinner and a second bottle of wine. Ella smiled at the prospect, Danielle smiled back. 

Dinner was the classic French dish Coq a Vin accompanied by beans (topped with shaved almonds) and a potato soufflé. Danielle was a wonderful hostess and a great cook. Dessert was crepe’s, perfectly cooked and stuffed with fresh fruit. They smiled across the table at each other, they were well satisfied, in one respect at least.

“I have a confession to make to you Ella”, “What’s that Danielle?” she replied. “Well it’s a little embarrassing but I will tell you”, “Go on”, “I’ve had my eye on you for a little while, I hoped we would become friends and I hoped that we would end up together like this, excited by each other” Ella blushed but smiled softly back at her, “I’m glad”

“When Mark described what he had seen to me, what he and Pierre had done I knew I wanted you and I knew I had to have you. Can I be frank with you Ella?” “Of course, go ahead” Ella was hanging on every word, this was so unexpected and not something she had ever seriously contemplated but she was loving this, the intimacy between two women.

“I have had highly inappropriate thoughts about you Ella, over a number of weeks. Seeing you naked today for myself however put me over the edge. I have spent the afternoon, how do you say it in English, Ahhh masturbating? Playing with myself as I waited for you to arrive. I hope you don’t find that too shocking?” “Given what you’ve been told about me I don’t find that shocking at all” Ella replied.

“I have a special request for you Ella, may I ask you?” “Of course, please go ahead” she replied. “I would like you to do for me what Mark saw, I would like you to masturbate for me and perhaps enjoy me doing it for you. Would you like that?” “Yes I would” Ella replied without even thinking it, she knew why she was here and what she wanted to. This sounded like a perfect place to start.

“Come with me” Danielle said taking her hand and leading her to her bedroom. The room was warm and softly lit, she had obviously hoped to get her there and had paid attention to detail. Crisp white sheets, a feather duvet, mood lighting, heaven. “May I undress you Ella?”, “You may do anything you wish Danielle” she replied smiling at her knowingly.

Danielle unzipped Ella's dress, slowly lifting it up over her head. “Mmmm she said, you look fantastic in that lingerie, we chose well. Would you mind if I just take your bra and knickers off and leave the rest?” “As I said Danielle, whatever you wish” Ella replied. Danielle skillfully removed them and Ella stood there almost naked. The warm room meant she was comfortable, more comfortable than she ever expected.

Danielle removed her dress and stood there in her new corset, the matching knickers came off quickly but she left the rest on. “Shall we?” she asked, taking Ella’s hand and leading her to the bed. “So far I’ve only asked you to masturbate for me and suggested I do the same for you. I think we should start there and take it slowly, is that ok?” “Yes of course Danielle, just understand I will lie here on your bed, naked and do those things to myself and all the while my head will be full of the things I would like to do to you, is that all right?” “Why of course” Danielle replied.

“Just like Mark saw darling, show me what he described”.  Ella cast her mind back and tried to recall what Mark must have seen. It was a while ago but she remembered the scene, after a long bath, lying on her bed after a hard day. She closed her eyes and spread her legs, hoping that Danielle would position herself to see everything. And she began.

She was nervous, almost shy. Ridiculous really, here she was on another woman’s bed, spread-eagled, there wasn’t anything to hide now, she could see it all. Slowly she slid a hand up to her breast, gently rubbing her nipple, licking her fingers to lubricate them. Then slowly she brushed a hand over her pussy, she heard Danielle gasp, she was obviously enjoying this. She eased a finger between her lips and up over her clit. She was wet, very wet.

Slowly she worked her finger up and down her wet slit, she loved the softness and the wetness, so slippery and so sensitive to the touch. Lower and lower her finger slid, closer and closer to her opening with every careful stroke. Her mind turned to the thought of Mark watching her, to Mark standing at the window stroking his cock as she fingered herself.

She slid the finger into herself, just to the first knuckle at first and then deeper, she stroked the roof of her vagina, with her finger, her thumb resting on her clit. Her nipple clamped between her thumb and forefinger. She hoped Danielle was enjoying this, should she look, see what her face said or loose herself in this. Some more of this exquisite pleasure she decided.

She felt her juices oozing out of her, running between her fingers, over her anus. She loved getting this wet. She loved the thought of doing this in front of another woman. She shuddered as the tension built up in her; she was about to come, almost too quickly. And then it happened, she came in tiny waves of ecstasy. A nice sweet gentle orgasm. A nice start and hopefully more to come.

She opened her eyes and said “Your turn” to Danielle. Danielle sat at the end of the bed, in her armchair, both feet up on the bed, slightly apart. She was smiling, “that was beautiful Ella. Would you like to watch me now?” “You know I would Danielle”. With that Danielle joined her on the bed, her head at the foot of the bed, her feet at the head, the opposite direction to Ella.

Danielle spread her legs and smiled up at Ella. Ella moved and lay across the bed; resting on her forearm she positioned herself between Danielle’s outstretched legs. “Mmmm” thought Ella, “what a beautiful pussy”. She wanted to reach out and touch her, experience her, compare it to touching herself. Danielle looked up at her and smiled. She began to touch herself. Ella watched fascinated, "what did this woman like to do to herself?"

“You like my cunt don’t you Ella, you can’t take your eyes off can you?” “Yes I do” she replied quietly. With that she spread her lips wide and made direct eye contact. “You want to fuck my cunt with your tongue you dirty little bitch?” Ella was slightly shocked, Danielle came across as such a conservative woman, and she was seeing a whole new side of her. “You do, admit it, you want your tongue in my cunt don’t you? Say it” she said, assertively.

“Yes Danielle, I want to fuck your sweet cunt with my tongue and I want you to come for me” Ella yelled at her.  “You have to wait” Danielle replied, “Watch and imagine how good it feels”. With that she sunk two fingers into herself and began to fuck her own pussy, harder and harder. The fingers on her other hand rubbed her clit furiously and then she came, she shook and let out a low growl.

Ella sat back and marveled at the sight. Her new friend spent, lying at the other end of the bed from her. She smiled and took Danielle’s hand; She pulled her to her and wrapped her arms around her. They entwined and Ella held her, feeling her warmth. At that moment she was truly in heaven.

“Mmmm this is perfect” Danielle purred. “I have feeling we are going to have so much fun together” And so it proved, that night she learnt what she had been told so often by the men in her life. The smell, the taste, the feel of another woman’s pussy was magical. She enjoyed Danielle and she enjoyed every inch of her. And the experience of Danielle pleasuring her was something else again.

They lay together, Ella with her arms around Danielle. They woke the following morning. The smell of each other on their skin. This was to be the start of a wonderful friendship.


  1. Nice. Great stories and awesome photographs to go with them. Looking forward to more. Greg

  2. Just wondering.... Who is writing Mark or Ella?

  3. We are both writing. Some is his, some is hers. A collaboration

  4. excellent photography, great model, beautiful taste,

  5. June 2011 at 09:45

    great stuff, very sensual. I'm rock hard sitting here imagining my tongue on Ella's gorgeous body.

  6. Hi Ella,

    the photo is fantastic. Your lower lips look so very suuuuuuuuuuuper soft and fleshy. It must be Mark's pleasure to be able to touch and kiss them and to enter through those heavenly gates. Do send some photos of the two of you together.


  7. I knew when the two came into my store they were here for more than sexy outfits. When they both went into the dressing room I quickly locked the front door. I was not disappointed when I got to the dressing room I could smell the scent of hot sex and my cock began to stiffen! I got to the door and could here soft moans of pleasure. I stood outside taking in the sounds and the scents knowing I would soon be joining a night of ecstasy! Rich

  8. fuck that pussys yummy thank you

  9. Thanks for the invitation to your blog. You're doing a great job! And Ella, as a writer/photographer myself, I really enjoy your writing style. You have a gorgeous, tight little body, and I'd like to see more of you! Email me! Keep me tuned to your blog with updates please!

    I think you'll really like my books... especially the soon-to-be-released "Alchemy of a Muse." Check me out at:

    I look forward to hearing from, and seeing more of you!


  10. I incredible turned on by the story & the HOT lingerie pics. My cock is literally leaking pre jizz and it is rolling down my hard shaft which is beginning to throb. I am going to masturbate while i look at your incredibly sexy photos.

  11. I was just a visitor, standing on the street, watching the light play across the sky, casting shadows from the tower. I usually don't stay in the tourist parts of cities that I visit, but there was so much history here that I just had to see.

    I don't know how long I just stood there, taking in the sites, when a breeze blew across my ear. I looked up and then around, when I felt it across my neck. it ran along those small hairs and I got goose flesh along my body.
    It was magic.
    A voice whispered from the other side, "You remind me of someone I miss, please don't move, I want to look at you." Fighting every instinct of my being, I stood as still as David and waited.
    Slowly, a hand moved across my back and down my arm and found my hand. The skin was soft and warm, the fingers long and hot. A fragrance of a warm, sultry night filled my head as my pants suddenly felt tight.
    "I miss him so, tonight will you be him?"
    I turned to gaze upon this muse and my breath escaped me. She was long and lean with a beauty that no master could carve and lips that anyone would die to kiss. She grabbed my hand and pressed up against my side. "Lead the way.", she whispered.
    As we walked back to my hotel, she slid her hand into my back pocket and rocked her finger against my ass as we walked, as my arm was around her waist, puling her tight against my side. After a block, I was spun into heaven, as she stepped in front of me and pressed her body against my exploding cock and kissed me like only a lover could. She smiled as she reached down the front of my pants and placing some of my come to her lips, "That's only the first time that you will come tonight Mark." She giggled.

    The few minutes that it took seemed like hours, but inside of my room, time did not stand still.
    Our clothes vanished and the bed appeared beneath us.

    He scent was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Her perfume and the amazing scent rising from her loins spun my head as we were lost in passion. She was on top of me, pressing her fragrant flower into my face and I dank like a man who was lost in the desert. I had never tasted something so sweet. Like the lost nectar of a forgotten fruit. She slide forward a buried her ass on my face, I could hear her start to pant as I licked, sucked and pressed my tongue inside of her. What she wanted, I wanted.

    As she moved and slowly slid herself over my hard cock, I moaned like a newborn, experiencing life for the first time. She rolled me on to of her and I kissed her deeply as she did in return. I suckled her breasts and love them, as they fit into my mouth like they were made to fit there, as we rode each other like there was no tomorrow. I took one foot and brought it to my mouth and nibbled and sucked on her long beautiful toes as she squealed with pleasure. She wet one of her long soft fingers and slowly worked it into my ass. I came again, but we kept on going. There was no moment but this, the world outside stopped a felt our passion......

    When I awoke, she was gone and on the pillow where she lay was a note.

    "I love you Mark and I miss you so. My heart aches for your touch. I cant wait to feel your embrace again."

    That's the first time I knew her name. My heart ached for Mark. My heart ached for me.

    I stood at that same place, staring at the tower every night for a week, wishing, waiting, hoping for something that was, but was not to be again.

    It's been two years since that day, but I can still feel Ella's breath on my neck, her soft hand in mine, and he delight when she slid herself onto me and I felt her wetness.

    Last week I went and changed my name to Mark.
    He's a lucky man, maybe some of that will rub off on me, like it did that magical night staring u at the skies in Paris................

  12. Wonderful story Ella !!! And once more : fantastic pictures to go with the story !! Ypou're doing a hell of a job !!
    Thanks so much for inviting me to your blog !!


  13. You're sooooo pretty and pure<3333
    Got my pussy smoking hot and dripping wet with those picz.


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