Date: Sun, 16 Nov 2003 15:20:24 +0000
From: April ANON <seasiren6877@hotmail.com>
Subject: The French Lady

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The French Lady

Introduction

I'd always been a dirty little girl. I remember when I was four, my
friend Lottie and I were playing in my back garage to the accompaniment
of shrieks and giggles as we pulled down our panties and peed over the
floor. We did it a number of times; it was one of our little games, a
nice funny game that had us both competing to make the biggest and
wettest puddle over the cold cement floor. We'd take turns to climb up
and then sit on the edge of my Dad's workbench and let loose with arching
fountains of golden rain. Our game became even more fun and much funnier
when one day, after I'd taken my turn to make what I thought was a
disappointingly small puddle, Lottie jumped up to make her contribution.

"Mine's going to be bigger than yours." She announced gleefully making me
purse my lips in annoyance. I was so maddened by this, that I jumped in
front of her to block the stream and spoil her puddle. Most of it hit my
face, making me gasp and cry out as I got soaked and pummelled from the
hot spray. Each time I did I got a mouthful of the stuff that I had to
swallow to stop myself choking. I think it was then that the demon came
into me and made me thirsty for the taste. Lottie screamed in frustration
at first when she realised her winning puddle was being stemmed almost at
source, but her cries quietened down when she heard my gurgling and
gulping and saw my mouth opening and closing like a fish. I think she
must have held her breath in wonder as I drank from her because she
exhaled loudly with a sudden burst of breath when the stream finally
ended.

"Ohhhhh!.....Ohhhh! Hazel!" She said in a voice full of marvel. "That was
clever! Hee-hee. What was it like?"

"Nice, it tastes nice" I replied honestly just as the garage door was
shoved open by Mother.

"WHAT!!!"

Me and Lottie weren't allowed to play together after that. I couldn't
understand why my parents were so angry, calling me a very, very dirty
girl and telling me I was very bad for doing something so disgusting.

As the years went by I forgot about all of that, or at least it seemed
so, but it must have remained in the back of my mind and stuck there. I
say that because I was once playing on some disused wasteland when I came
across a white plastic carrier bag buried beneath some nettles. Been only
young, curiosity got the better of me and I went looking for something
long enough to pull it out with without being stung. Eventually I found a
long twig which I managed to hook around the bags plastic handle and pull
the thing out with. It turned out to be someone's porn stash; there was
magazine after magazine devoted to photo's of lesbians making love in all
kinds of different ways ranging from oral, S&M, toys and rubber. I was
shocked to the core at the bizarre images in front of me as I turned the
crinkled pages, but strangely excited by the sight of the beautiful and
sometimes slutty women having doing such dirty things. Did they really do
that? Could it be true that grown up women did that kind of thing with
each other. Some did I decided, but it was when I came to the last
magazine that my jaws fell open. It was called 'Lesbian toilet games' and
featured page after page of sultry looking women peeing into each other's
mouths. I began to imagine what it must be like to let another woman hold
her pussy open and piss into my mouth when I suddenly remembered the
incident in the garage all those years ago. The hidden memory was so
exciting and so thrilling that I had to place my hand inside my knickers
and start rubbing my little cunny then and there in the middle of the
field. Page after page of glorious pee drinking jumped out of the pages
for me to see, each one made me savour the taste of Lottie's warm pee as
though it was still filling my eager mouth. I wanted nothing more than to
be one of the open mouthed women in the magazine drinking the torrents of
golden pee from her sexy partner. The final few pages were too disgusting
for me to look at for very long, although enough for me to see pictures
of lesbians crouching over their girlfriends and pooing in their mouths.
Long ropes of poo passed out of their bottoms and past the lips of their
partners, there was page after page of them chewing and swallowing their
vile meals. Ughh! Gross! How could they I thought! I couldn't imagine how
terrible it must be to do anything like that.

In spite of the nastier pictures in the magazine I found most of them
thrilling, and I think that's when I really started to like other girls,
especially the older one's who might be the same age as the models, and
although I didn't know the meaning of the word I was well on the road to
being a lesbian. I even began taking an interest in my female teachers,
one of them in particular, a pretty blonde woman called Mrs Robertshaw
who I took to rubbing my pussy over at night, thinking of how I would
make her happy doing some of the things I'd just seen. Of course fantasy
sometimes has a habit of becoming reality, although no one will believe
you if you tell them the truth because in some cases it can be ten times
more incredible than the wildest of dreams.



Alexia

I met a lady in Spain. It happened a year later when I was on holiday
with my Mum and Dad - no brothers or sisters - I'm an only child - and we
were having our evening meal in the hotel dining room. I was bored with
the food to be honest, I had a plateful of bony fish and was toying
around with it on the end of my fork when I looked up and saw a dark
haired woman watching me from the table behind my parents. She smiled as
I met her eyes and twinkled as I stopped sulking and stared back. Mum and
Dad were both just thirty and she looked a little older than them, though
not much, so I guess she was in her mid thirties. Her hair was black like
a Spanish dancers and hung long and silky past her lightly tanned
shoulders. Her face was long and sensual with high cheekbones and full
generous lips, while her eyes were simply gorgeous. I'd never seen any as
large and penetrating before, she looked so vital and full of living that
I must have gawped with my mouth open because she gave me a mischievous
wink and I noticed the laughter lines spreading from her eyes. I felt my
face heating up like a stove and suddenly felt uncontrollably embarrassed
as I turned away and tried to force a fork full of fish into my mouth but
only succeeded in catching my tongue with the point of the tine.

"Ouch!"

"Are you alright Hazel?" My Mother exclaimed.

"Ohh, my tongue." I complained near to tears.

"Tsk..Well that's a lesson to you." She hissed unsympathetically. "Stop
playing with your food and eat it properly."

Dad was watching me with a look of concern on his face.

"Are you alright Hazel? You're not feeling unwell are you love?"

Good old Dad, I knew he'd be on my side, he always was, especially if Mum
was giving me a hard time as she sometimes did.

"Yes Dad I'm fine." I nodded. "I just slipped with the fork, I'll be
okay."

I had a drink of orange juice and tried to eat my dinner without further
incident, even though I was burning to look at the mysterious lady again.
She was drawing me like a magnet, and I couldn't stop myself from raising
my burning eyes and looking past Mum's shoulder to see her. There she was
with the wine glass tipped to her lips. What luxurious olive skin she
had, I loved her flesh and the way the low cut dress hinted at her
shapely breasts. She was the answer to all of my lesbian fantasies, even
Mrs Robertshaw palled into insignificance next to her exuberance and
beauty. Just then she put her glass down and looked straight at me. I
tried to turn away in time but I knew she's seen me staring at her. I
looked at my glass of orange and practically grabbed it as though it was
a lifeline and I was drowning. Which I was!

"Hazel. Don't gulp it like that you'll give yourself hiccups if you
aren't careful" Mum warned.

"Well I think she's too thirsty." Said Dad looking at me worriedly. "I'm
practically sure she's under the weather."

I ceased my slurping and put down the glass.

"Both of you stop it. I'm just the same as always there's nothing up with
me. Really..there isn't." I insisted tiredly.

Oh what was wrong with me anyway? Why was she doing this to me? What was
so special about the woman anyway? I looked up at her again without even
knowing I was doing it and found her staring steadily into my eyes. I
couldn't look away this time; I was like a rabbit in headlights, held by
those beautiful eyes. When she was sure I wouldn't look away again, she
nodded towards the side of the room and I followed her gaze towards the
direction of the toilets. She pushed her chair away from the table and
stood up, nodding in their direction for me to follow.

"I'm just going to the loo." I blurted as I rose hurriedly from the table
to the sound of murmuring from my parents. I felt sick in the stomach and
giddy with excitement as I followed the graceful steps of the tall
shapely lady. We left the bustle of the dining room behind us as we trod
along the shiny polished floor of the hallway, with its fragrant smelling
plants lining the walls in large earthenware pots. Then we passed through
a doorway that led into a small antechamber outside the toilets, where
she stopped and smiled at me.

"You are English yes?"

I smiled back at the dazzling woman and replied as confidently as I could
that yes, indeed I was, and my name was Hazel.

"Ahhh Hazel. What a beautiful name." She sang in her musical accent. "My
name is Alexia and I am French as you may guess.

I felt my senses lift as I drank in the sound of her voice and breathed
in her fragrant perfume. She was so physical a person, that's the best
way I can describe her as I allowed myself to fall in love and dare to
hope that she liked me as well. She answered that by leading me by the
hand into the washroom. We stopped next to the hand basins and I cast a
glance at myself in the mirror. My hair was long and golden and hung down
my back in a loose swathe. I was of medium height although perhaps a
little on the slim side, and my chest was still a little flat beneath my
flowered tank top. Beneath that my bare flesh with its neat belly button
looked inviting, while my trim waist, gripped by a pair of red hipsters
that flared out along the length of my colt like legs, looked good as
well. Sparkling green eyes lined by long dark eyelashes stared back, and
a scattering of freckles along the bridge of my nose and cheeks helped to
give my face a doll like quality. I suppose I looked the kind of girl
everyone wants to put his or her arms around to protect. I stared at
myself hoping I was good enough for her and felt pleased with myself when
I noticed her watching me appreciatingly through the glass. I was very
pretty.

"You are beautiful." She whispered bringing her lips to my ear and
kissing it. I find you very attractive. Do you mind that? Do you perhaps
think me so as well."?

"You're beautiful. Can I kiss you?" I blurted quite foolishly.
She gave a squeal of delight and pressed a hand to her mouth.
"Oh but that would be such a naughty thing. Alas I fear it would be to
dangerous for us, I only brought you here so we could talk, but I can see
you are impatient for more than..."

She mad a crocodile jaws motion with her hand to indicate a mouth opening
and closing.

"Come and see me tomorrow." She said quietly.

I was full of boldness just then, more than I'd ever been in my short
life. I believe I had a higher sex drive than most girls of my age and
while they were dreaming of romance - thanks to my illicit experiments in
the garage with Lottie, and then the discovery of the lesbian magazines
with their explicit fetishes - I expected more than just holding hands. I
was different, I knew that suddenly, and I somehow knew I was entering a
world I would be at home in. I guessed this was all about sex, at least I
hoped so. Why else would she ask me here and then invite me to her room?
With that in mind I went and did something totally outrageous. As though
I was looking down on my own body, I saw myself reaching out and placing
my hand beneath her satin evening dress and then resting it against the
top of her thigh.

"Please be my teacher. I will do anything you ask." I whispered as
seductively as I knew how for a girl just in her teens, before holding my
breath and waiting for her reaction.

Her eyes widened slightly and her gaze took in the sight of my hidden
hand, then she covered it with hers and moved it higher up to rest it
briefly against her covered mound, before pulling it back again.

"Indeed I believe you Hazel. You shall spend the whole day with me and I
shall be your willing teacher."

I let my out my breath with a sigh of relief, I couldn't believe my own,
nerve nor the effect it had had.

"What are you going to tell to your parents little bird?" She asked.
The answer was there before she had finished the sentence. Dad had been
worried I wasn't feeling well, especially as we were supposed to be going
on an organised trip of the island tomorrow. He didn't want me to feel
unwell for that. What if I said I was under the weather? Not too sick
that they'd have to say behind and look after to me though, that's the
last thing I wanted. I'd tell them to go without me, and I'd have a quiet
day by the pool instead. I knew it would work, they were both so looking
forward to seeing the rest of the island, and they knew no harm would
come to me in the grounds of the hotel. My face flooded with warmth as I
answered her steady gaze, her hair hung down near my eyes as she bent
forward towards me, and I ran my hand through its dark wavy tresses as I
answered.

"I'm going to be too unwell to go with them tomorrow morning. I'll tell
them that I'm staying in the hotel instead."

Her eyes were alight with promise as she grasped my hand and held it to
her hair.

"This is a fortunate meeting I think. You must go back now and I will be
waiting for you tomorrow."

She gave me her room number and then kissed me on the nose and left.



Part. 2

It was around nine-thirty the next morning as I waved bye-bye to my
parents in my pink bikini. I sat up from the sun lounger which was near
the pool but still in the shade. They'd believed me whole heartedly when
I told them I wasn't feeling too well and were reluctant to leave me
alone at first until I convinced them I'd be okay. I watched the tour bus
pulling out of the hotel compound, dwindling into the distance, sending
clouds of dust billowing out from the scorching roadway, and then took
the straw hat off my head and placed it on top of the lounger. I skipped
into the hotel building with my heart pounded in my ribs as I headed
across the cool marble foyer towards the lifts. The door opened straight
away when I pressed the button, so I jumped in and pressed the consol for
the second floor, memorising her room number as I climbed up. I was
trying to get out even before the door slid open, feeling alive and
brimming with need and unable to fight back my surging desire. Then
suddenly I was there, standing before her door half naked but for the
small bikini covering my smooth child's flesh. I knocked twice, soft
knocks that had meant to be louder, only for some reason the door seemed
strangely human to me all of a sudden and I was afraid to upset it too
much with my ham fisted hammering.

"Good morning."

I flinched as she opened the door. She was dressed only in a pale silk
nightgown tied at the waist with a loose sash. I couldn't help myself
staring as I compared the lavish display of shapely olive flesh against
the white material. She couldn't help a smile of satisfaction whipping
across her lovely features as she stood aside to allow me in. A light
airy room greeted me, along with the delicate fragrance of body oil and
sweet jasmine. It was larger than our family room; she would have had to
be well off to afford this kind of style. The double bed looked huge with
its white cotton sheet thrown back at an angle, all crisp and ready for
the next night's sleep. A dressing table made from light coloured wood
stood against the wall facing the bed, it had an array of cosmetics and
perfumes lined up neatly beneath the mirror. There was even a photo of
someone who I didn't manage to get a proper look at, I think it was a
middle-aged man but I couldn't be sure. She must have followed my gaze
because she walked over to it and placed it in a draw. I frowned and
wondered why she was here by herself. A woman alone abroad, it's almost a
cliché, maybe she was divorced and had no one in her life, but then why
the photo on the dresser?

"Ah, it's so refreshing to be alone sometimes don't you think? You can
have so many adventures by yourself." She said with a smile as though
reading my thoughts. "So you told your Mamma and Papa you are unwell,
yes?"

"Yes everything's fine." I assured her.

"How long do we have before they arrive back?" She asked walking over to
the bed.

"Oh, about five in the afternoon the tour guide said." I answered feeling
apprehensive now, but excited by the questions implications.

"All day then." She said sounding pleased. "Good."

My eyes widened as she pulled the sash of her gown and swept it off her
shoulders to reveal her buttery breasts. It dropped to the floor in a
puddle as I stared spell bound at the magnificent naked woman before me.
Her breasts were long and pear shaped, with nipples sprouting out from
large brown aerolas. My gave travelled down to her flat stomach and neat
vee of trimmed black hair, while lower still her wide hips and full
fleshy thighs led down to a pair of long well toned legs. Amused at the
expression of my face she turned around in a slow pirouette and presented
me with a view of her buttocks. They were round and firm, and looked
surprisingly full to my young eyes. It was the first time I'd seen a
grown woman's ass; the pictures in the magazine were only printed paper,
and were nothing like the luscious globes with their dark tight valley
in-between that now faced me.

"You like?" She asked with a saucily grin over her shoulder.
I liked very much indeed. I felt like pinching myself in case I was
dreaming and this was one of my over imaginative fantasies. I must have
crossed my fingers without thinking because she laughed when she saw me
do it, a low throaty laugh followed by a toss of her head and a wave of
cascading black hair.

"I can see you like." She said turning round. "There's no need to cross
your fingers Hazel, it's all very real."

I finally found my voice, feeling foolish for my gaping immobility, I
managed to smile as I nodded.

"Yes I like Alexia." I said feeling a little better for using her name.
"You are beautiful. I couldn't help crossing my fingers, I guess I was
scared I'd wake up and you wouldn't be here standing before me so
marvellous so...so naked." My voice dried up as ran out of words to
describe my feelings, that and the prickling of excitement that rose up
and overwhelmed my whole body.

"You are so sweet." She said kindly before sprawling back on the bed with
swinging breasts. Then she lay back and propped herself up on her elbows
with her eyes roamed lecherously over my near naked body, although it
became clear, with her next sentence, that I wasn't naked enough. "But
you are still dressed." She said with a petulant pout to her voice "Be
even sweeter and take off your bikini, then come and lay next to me on
the bed."

Her legs parted slowly to reveal the wrinkled flaps of her glistening
labia.

"I will be a good teacher, I hope you are going to be a good pupil!"
I saw a movement from the corner of my vision and watched entranced as
her nipples began to rise up from her busoms like angry spear points.

It was going to be interesting!