3 comments/ 15387 views/ 0 favorites Emilie Indulges Ch. 02 By: Elodiegirlie The two young women strolled down towards the dark serpentine river Seine, the temperate Parisian night feeling comfortable on their skin. Marie chattered gaily, her eyes gleefully flashing at her lover. Emilie seemed equally excited at the course the evening was taking, and still felt somewhat weak-kneed from the girls' brief, intimate exertions at Bar Vingt et Un. As they walked together, arm in arm, it seemed to the pair that there was a sense of something special in the air. Approaching the river, they stood together wordlessly looking into its depths, the streetlights casting a dim yellow glow across them. Emilie slid closer against Marie, and slipped an arm round her waist, pulling her in close, hip to hip. Marie felt the warmth against her, and immediately caught the subtext of Emilie's subtle gesture. "After some more playtime already, ma chérie?", Marie wryly inquired. Emilie's answer was to turn and lunge passionately into Marie's arms, pressing her lips hard against Marie's. The sheer exuberance from her lover made Marie quiver with excitement, as her tongue snaked into the damp warmth of Emilie's mouth. Spinning almost drunkenly together, Marie pushed Emilie back against the railing, kissing her as if her life depended on it. Tangling her fingers in Emilie's hair, she felt a rush of warmth through her whole body, her arousal palpable to her partner. A cool breeze whispered through Marie's auburn curls, as she ferociously made love to Emilie's mouth with her own. Emilie gave a cursory glance around, to ensure their privacy; finding their little part of the river bank devoid of people, she initiated her next move. Emilie scrabbled behind Marie, and daringly took the zip of the silky green dress between her finger and thumb, sliding it enticingly down the length of Marie's spine. Marie smiled, and shrugged her shoulders, allowing the dress to fall around her waist, exposing her voluptuous breasts, pushed into a vertiginous cleavage by her expensive cream brassiere. She felt a small, soft palm cupping her, the material of her bra rasping across her almost painfully aroused nipples. Shutting her eyes, she gasped slightly as Emilie continued her exploration. Emile took Marie by the hand and took a couple of quick steps backwards, then seated herself on the modernistic metal bench. Marie, catching her intent, lifted the hem of her skirt and straddled her younger lover's lap, legs behind Emile. Emilie lowered her head to Marie's cleavage, the fall of her dark hair creating a pleasing contrast with the ethereal glow of Marie's pale flesh. Her nimble fingers unclipped Marie's bra, and removed it, carefully laying it across the back of the bench. Marie giggled her approval, "Good to be careful chérie, I'm a girl on a budget after all". Emilie took a moment to enjoy the sight of Marie's heavy breasts, her large pink nipples flushed with passion. Gently taking the left one in her mouth, she pulled on it slightly with her teeth, before greedily circling it with her warm tongue. Laving it fiercely, she sucked Marie's nipple like it was the only thing that mattered in all the world. Marie responded by tossing her head, and arching her back, a gentle hum escaping her mouth. Her breast sang with pleasure at the moist heat enveloping it. Breathing heavily she shifted a little on Emilie's lap, gathering the skirt of her dress up round her thighs. Emilie read this as an invitation to run her fingers up the inside of Marie's thigh, and toy playfully with the lace at the edge of her French knickers. "Tease!" was all Marie could gasp, as Emilie's teeth nipped at her breast. Marie began to slide herself along the length of Emilie's thigh, enjoying the rasp of her panties against her ever-so-sensitive clit. She rubbed herself vigorously where Emilie's stocking top met her tanned flesh, and was rewarded with a flood of moisture between her thighs. Emilie helped her by clutching her arse tightly, fingernails scratching at Marie's curvaceous rear. "Oh, chérie," whimpered Marie, "I want you so much it hurts!" Emilie kissed her passionately, meshing their tongues together, whilst simultaneously hooking her fingertips into the waistband of Marie's knickers and sliding them down her pale thighs. As they fell round one ankle, Marie kicked them wantonly aside, feeling the cool night breeze caress her soaked cunt. Emilie's hand found it's way over the auburn curls of her mound, and parted her swollen lips eagerly, two fingers sliding easily into Marie's well lubricated womanhood. She begin to rifle he two fingers in and out, her other arm slipping round Marie's waist to provide purchase. Locking her lips on Marie's, her rhythm slowly began to increase, as it did so she added little flicks with her thumb against Marie's clit. Marie was lost in physical ecstasy, as Emilie played her pussy expertly. A series of high pitched yelps emanated from her throat, and she grew increasingly flushed. She ground her hips in a circle, all the while aware of her impending climax. Their sex grew louder and more wanton, as Emilie nuzzled the hollow at the base of Marie's throat, the freckled skin glowing with exertion. The heel of Emilie's hand slapped hard against Marie's mound, as she drove her fingers into the welcoming pink folds of her pussy. Marie felt the honey-sweet glow of orgasm flood through her veins, and she cried out aloud, legs locking reflexively around Emilie's waist. Her fingernails dug into Emilie's smooth shoulders, spasmodically scratching in sexual abandon. The force of her climax brought tears to her eyes as her pussy shook, the swollen flesh reacting to the intense pleasure that was filling her every sense. The sheer sauciness of their outdoor sex served only to heighten the sensation. Marie breathed. It felt like a hundred years had rushed by, not just mere seconds. Her eyes were filled with tears after the emotional outpouring of lust. She kissed Emilie slowly and sensually, the touch of her lips speaking volumes. Emilie looked demurely through her eyelashes, and murmured, "I have more fun in mind, my darling". She motioned for Marie to stand. "Now turn around, chérie, and put your hands on the railings." Marie obeyed, grasping the cool metal, her full breasts pendulously wobbling. The height of the low railing by the river forced her to bend at the waist a little, her raised dress exposing her bare bottom and pussy. Emilie knelt behind her and giggled, planting a kiss on Marie's soft buttock. "You'll like this." Emilie ran her tongue slowly along the still tender flesh of Marie's pussy lips, gathering the hot sticky juices that had leaked during their lovemaking. Marie groaned with pleasure. Emilie licked again, the taste arousing her further. She ran her tongue inexorably upwards, caressing Marie's perineum, and flicking at the dark star of her arse. Marie moaned louder, anticipating the exquisite pleasures to come. The little pink tip of Emilie's tongue rimmed Marie's rear gently, circling, caressing. Spreading Marie's cheeks, she pushed her tongue into the resistant ring, her saliva lubricating it a little. Next, she lasciviciously wet her index finger on Marie's cunt juices, and slid it into Marie's arse up to the second joint. Slowly rotating it, she lowered her head and began to greedily lap at Marie's pussy. This dual assault in such a whorish position made Marie feel outrageous, yet horny as sin. She gripped the railings like a vice, her legs shaking, desperately seeking to come again. She bucked her hips as Emilie fucked her arse with her finger, and her pussy melted under Emilie's gifted tongue. Swearing loudly, she climaxed for the second time, her legs turning to jelly. She nearly collapsed, sinking to her knees as her body shook in ecstacy. The girls embraced, both kneeling, catching their breath again. Marie's heartbeat and pulse slowly returned to normal. Wistfully,aware of the cooling night air, Emilie mooted a new suggestion. "This is dreadfully fun darling, but I think we should take it somewhere mildly more private. My apartment?" Marie eagerly nodded her agreement, as she carefully slipped back into her bra. She turned her back on Emilie. "Zip me up?" Emilie obliged, and reaching down, picked up Marie's discarded cream knickers. Marie giggled. "What a little tart you make me feel." She stepped into her crumpled panties, and reordered her clothing as best she could, though her dishevelled auburn hair was more or less a lost cause. Hand in hand, they walked away from the river to hail a taxi. Emilie Indulges Ch. 03 Emilie and Marie had barely had to wait in the cooling Parisian air, before their taxi arrived. Informing the driver of their desired destination with aristocratic aloofness, Emilie slid into the back seat, her fingers still entwined with Marie's. As the taxi pulled away from the scene of their outdoor indulgences, Emilie and Marie huddled close together on the back seat. They indulged in the afterglow of their passion and the expectation of more to come. The smoked glass pane separating them from the driver revealed only the silhouette of the back of his head. Marie was the first to notice this. In her still slightly inebriated state, she decided that the best way to apprise her lover of this interesting development was to run an immaculately manicured fingernail up Emilie's stocking calf, then along the seam to the point where the hem of her dress met the sheer fabric. Her next gambit was to nuzzle her way through Emilie's tumbling dark hair, and place her lips against her ear. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she purred. Emphasising her point with a flick of the tongue to the earlobe. "Putain!" smirked Emilie. "That's rich coming from you, ma cherie. You smell like you've been fucking all day". And with this, Marie snaked a hand underneath Emilie's dress. Reading her intention, Emilie lifted herself up long enough for Marie to tug the dress up around her waist, leaving her stunning long legs displayed to their fullest advantage. Marie slid along the seat until her thigh was pressed close, then leant back over and returned her tongue to Emilie's ear. One hand cupped Emilie's bare buttock, the other pushed the skimpy thong to one side and delved into the warm, furred cleft between Emilie's tanned thighs. Biting her lip, Emilie spread her left leg with all the natural flexibility of a gymnast, stretching it out over Marie's lap. Marie tongue snaked in an out of Emilie's ear, interspersed with filthy suggestions and encouragements as she toyed with her lover's soaked vulva. "Mmm..you'resogoodtomemapetite..jeteveuxmapetitecornichon..wantyou..sobadly..everyinch..yourboobsyourcunt..yoursweetlittlearse". Emilie was so aroused by now that she could have probably climaxed just from Marie's dirty talking. This precarious angle that Marie was leaning at caused her spectacular breasts to nearly burst free of her dress. Her expensive bra was doing little to contain them, and her swollen aroused nipples were being tormented by their confinement. Emilie would have no doubt tended to them, if her hands were not gripping the seat for dear life, as Marie fingered her towards orgasm. Just as her breath began to quicken, and her stomach tensed before the inevitable climax, the taxi shuddered to a halt. The driver's voice came over the intercom. "On arrive" Emilie, jolted from her sexual reverie, quickly tried to compose herself, and fished around in her expensive purse for enough cash to pay the driver. Her intense frustration at being denied satisfaction was only intensified by Marie saucily sucking her fingers clean of her cunt-juices. "Bon soir", grinned the driver as he pulled away, leaving the two desperately horny girls on the pavement outside Emilie's apartment. They clung together for dear life, tottering on their vertiginous heels, kisses open-mouthed, hot and erotic. As Emilie struggled for her keys, Marie was doing her level best to slide the straps of the black dress from her shoulders. She succeeded just as Emilie got the door open and the two stumbled into the hall, and collapsed together onto the bottom of the public staircase. Emilie's mumbled protests disappeared along with all her inhibitions, as her dress unceremoniously slid to the cold tiled floor, leaving her sprawled on the stairs in her spectacularly expensive black bra and knickers. Marie paid little regard for the expensive lingerie as she yanked roughly at the bra clasp, causing it to tumble as well. Emilie's dark little breasts pointed proudly upwards, with the nubile firmness of youth. Marie's fingers found the dark, earth-brown nipples and tugged them firmly. Emilie yelped in pleasure, then was stifled by Marie's tongue desperately seeking hers. She awkwardly tugged down her panties with one hand, then kicked them off her ankle. Marie's bare knee slipped between Emilie's thighs and ground hard on her pussy. Emilie barely noticed the temperature in the chilly lobby, so intent was she on the burning heat between her thighs, that intensified with every touch of Marie's alabaster knee. Her mouth formed a tight seal over Marie's and the two breathed as one, the little squeaks and groans emanating from her throat mixing with her spicy cunt-scent to drive her towards ever higher sexual rapture. The orgasm denied her in the taxi filled her veins with its warmth. Emilie came hard, her pert arse bouncing against the tiled stair, as her hips described tight circles against Marie's leg. The excitement of being nearly naked in such a public place only spurred her on, as the translucent juices leaked into her knickers and trickled down one thigh. In her 19 years, Emilie had experienced countless orgasms, from her first, fumbling adolescent explorations right up until her shuddering cum at the bar earlier that night. But none had caused her pink, flushed cunt to generate this much moisture. The fluid pooled in a shallow recession in the step below her, and as she writhed, smeared itself across her bum. The sudden sound of a door opening upstairs reverberated round the hall. "Fuck", Emilie hissed, scrabbling for her dress and throwing it on over her head. She just managed to get to her feet, stuff her discarded brassiere into her bag, and more or less cover herself as Mme Dallaire, the somewhat prim businesswoman from upstairs came down carrying a suitcase. And sporting the look of a woman irritated at having to catch an early flight. Marie leant casually against the banister, unconvincingly trying to look demure. Emilie, far more dishevelled, and red in the face, mumbled a hasty "Bonsoir" to her neighbour. Mme Dallaire merely frowned and exited the building hastily, muttering something incomprehensible. Emilie looked down guiltily, and realised that her knickers were a crumpled, yet obvious scrap of black lace on the floor. Marie giggled, and scooped them up, inhaling their fragrance then dangling them from one finger. "I think you've shocked your respectable neighbour", she said, tucking the panties away down her cleavage. Emilie, still a little unsteady from the wine and the sex, grabbed Marie by the hand, and started up the stairs. "Come on then. I've been selfish. I owe you at least one good fuck before the sun comes up". The girls headed up the stairs holding hands, and slipped into Emilie's expensive flat, still nowhere near sexually sated.