Erotic story: “I lie naked in bed without seeing anything”
Roos is on her way to Paris when Jacques texts her what he is going to do with her as soon as she arrives at the station.
“Curious aunt, what do you think I’m going to do with you tonight?” I grin at my phone and chuckle softly. The woman across from me on the TGV looks up for a moment. My thoughts drift back to the last time at Jacques“ place. ”Tell me,” I type and hit send. Within a second he appears online and the dots blink on the screen.
Jacques: “When you arrive at Gare du Nord, I will pick you up and take you to my house. I will undress you little by little until you stand naked in front of me. I will kiss you first behind your ear, then on your neck and lick your nipples. Maybe I will even bite them softly. My fingers will slide along your hips and caress you exactly where you always moan so deliciously.”
I hold my breath for a moment. Jacques' message immediately excites me. It will still take two hours before I am at the station. Shit! I shift in my seat and rub my hands over my thighs. As if I can wipe away the excitement that way. But I already feel it between my legs. He has me exactly where he wants me with his message. I bite my lip at the thought that Jacques will take me soon, after all these weeks. My deep sigh does not escape the woman across from me. I turn to the window, close my eyes, and my thoughts drift back to Jacques and that last time in Paris.
While I am still lying on the bed with the pillow over my head out of shame, I feel him get up. I hear the drawer of the cabinet opposite the bed open. What is he going to do? I swallow my nerves. This is what you wanted, right, Roos? Jacques rummages in the cabinet and then suddenly stands next to me again. He gently pulls the pillow from my face. “Do you really want this, Roos?” I nod almost imperceptibly, but it is enough for him. He pulls me upright. “Turn around,” he whispers in a low tone. A bit nervously, I turn my back to him. And then he blindfolds me with a silk scarf. It gets dark around me and I suddenly become much more aware of everything. His masculine scent, the hands on my body, his warm breath on my skin. It’s as if I feel every touch even more intensely.
Jacques roughly pushes me forward onto the bed. His fingers slide between my buttocks down. And when he suddenly pushes them very deep inside me, I let out a moan. “You’re so wet. What do you want me to do with you?” In rapid French, I sigh that I want him, now. But then he suddenly pulls back. “Just wait a little longer, Roos. Turn around.”
I lie in the middle of the bed. I feel Jacques is close, but I have no idea where. Cautiously, I feel around me with my hands. Every time I think I’m going to feel his body under my fingers, he pulls back. With a sigh, I let myself fall back into the pillows. It frustrates me, but it also excites me. Suddenly I feel Jacques pushing my knees apart. Something buzzes softly and then I feel the vibrator gently vibrating against my clitoris. I try to pull Jacques towards me, but he keeps his distance. The warmth travels from my labia to my buttocks and spreads throughout my lower body. I push myself closer to the vibrator, hoping for more. But as quickly as it was there, it is gone again. And again I lie on the bed without seeing anything.
After a few seconds, which felt like minutes, Jacques lowers himself onto me. With his tongue, he seeks mine. From the kiss and his body, I almost explode with desire. He bites my lip and his hands close around my breasts, kneading them until I almost beg him to take me.
Very slowly, he pushes his erection into me. I feel light-headed from everything I feel. It seems as if everything is magnified, as if I experience everything even more intensely. I wrap my legs around his hips and press myself tightly against him. I want him as deep as possible inside me. With every thrust, it feels like I can barely breathe. I dig my nails into his shoulders and inhale his scent.
When the TGV comes to a sudden stop, I awaken from my half-dream and memory of that last time. I am in Paris. The woman across from me gets up and nods briefly. “Au revoir, madam,” she says. I smile, say goodbye, and meanwhile say a quick prayer that she didn’t accidentally hear me moaning in my sleep. “Je suis à la gare,” I quickly text to Jacques. And as I walk out of the station, he is already leaning against a taxi.
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