French Kiss

I laughed. God that was filthy!

Jacques offered me a hand and helped me to my feet. He held my gently and kissed my neck with far more tenderness than I had expected. "Well, Lisa," he whispered, "you surprised me. I never took you for a sex crazed hottie!"

I smiled at that. "I am sex crazed. I'm a total slut. I've just been repressed for a long time."

"I see. So this is the real you?"

I nodded. "Yes, I think it is. Do you like it?"

Jacques raised an eyebrow and nodded approvingly.

"Good, I..."

The store room banged open and Fabien marched in carrying an empty crate.

"Merde!" he screeched as his eyes fell upon Jacques and me, stark naked and sweat drenched amongst the beer barrels.

My hands flew across my breasts and Jacques stepped swiftly in front of me. We stood staring at Fabien like rabbits caught in the headlights.

Poor Fabien put the crate down, raised his hands in apology and backed out of the room.

"Oh God, I forgot Fabien would be re-stocking the bar," snorted Jacques.

I giggled, "Will he be angry?"

"Na, shouldn't think so. I'll apologise later."

I threw my arms around Jacques' neck. "Well, I had fun but I guess it's time for me to face the music."

Jacques pulled a face. "So soon? Come on Lisa, keep me company a little longer." He slid his hands around to my buttocks. "I don't want you to take these away from me just yet."

Jacques leaned in and kissed my lips. His kiss was tender, gentle.

I gazed into his brown eyes. "Fancy a walk? It's a lovely night," I asked.

"Yes, I'd like that, but first I want you to kiss me again. Kiss me like you mean it."

My smile widened. My lips touched his, pressing down upon them as our kiss became deeper, more intimate. My hands ran down his back and came to rest on his own pert behind. I stroked it the way he was stroking mine.

Jacques moved his body closer to mine and I could feel the heat from his cock as it began to engorge with blood, ready for round two.

"We can't do this again here," he breathed.

"Let's take that walk then. Maybe you'll kiss me on the beach under the silver moonlight?"

Jacques gaped at me sending me into fits of giggles.

"Joking!" I laughed. On impulse I kissed him again, long and deep.

"What was that for?" he asked when we broke apart.

I shrugged. "I don't know. What can I say, you drive me wild!"

"How wild?" he responded with a mischievous grin.

"Very!"

"Show me," he goaded.

"Now?"

"If you like."

"Here?"

"Hmm, maybe not."

"Too late, you hesitated!"

"Lisa, don't," uttered Jacques nervously. "Fabien won't be happy if he catches..."

I placed a finger over Jacques lips. "I don't care. Right now all I want to do is fuck you in the ass, like you fucked me! God, you have such a sexy ass!"

"You what?! Lisa!"

"Shut up and turn around!" I ordered.

"Lisa no! I ...Ohhhh!"

Jacques stopped protesting as my fingers found his tightly closed ass sphincter and began stroking it, gently.

"Oh Lisa,"

"Should I stop?" I teased, taking my fingers away.

"No, no, fuck no. Don't stop. Fabien won't come back for a while."

"I don't care if he does," I whispered.

Jacques opened his legs a little and braced himself against the same beer barrel I'd leaned against. An aphrodisiacal aroma of testosterone emanated from his body filling my nostrils with its tantalisingly erotic odour. I breathed in deeply, loving the effect it had upon me. My pussy throbbed.

My sexy French Canadian conquest let out a deep sigh as I stroked his exposed ass cheeks, dropped to my knees behind him and buried my face between those muscular pillows. My tongue found the puckered entrance to his ass and licked it. Jacques shuddered as my wet tongue caressed the delicate skin of his sphincter. His whole body pulsated at my touch.

"God Lisa, you dirty slut!" he moaned. "Wank me, filthy whore. Jerk me off whilst you lick out my ass!"

My cunt contracted the second he called me a "filthy whore." Spasms of depraved longing consumed me. I could smell pre-cum and reaching through Jacques' legs I found his penis fully engorged and primed for another climax. I took it firmly in my left hand and began to stroke it, easing back his foreskin and running my hand the whole length of his shaft.

Jacques let out a groan and his ass hole opened allowing my tongue access. I slid it inside, running it around the smooth opening of his back passage.

"Filthy whore!" Jacques repeated under his breath.

Filthy? I hadn't even started!

I licked the fingers of my right hand and pressed them up against Jacques sphincter. Two of them slid inside smoothly. I tittered to myself as I began to work them back and forth, stroking the inside of Jacques' ass and massaging his prostate. My grin exploded into a laugh as I heard him respond with deafeningly loud grunts. Spasms shook him as my stimulation thrust him towards a climax.

"Oh God!" he gasped. "You're going to make me come!"

"Good!" I declared increasing the speed of my strokes on his penis and thrusting a third finger inside his ass, stroking him faster and harder. Faster, faster, harder, deeper...three fingers, four...my whole hand.

"Oh shit, SHIT!" Jacques gasped as his body went rigid. He let out a cry of pleasure which must have been audible for miles! I watched with deep satisfaction as his penis erupted shooting a magnificent load of creamy cum onto the wooden barrel in front of him. It stuck there, clinging like glue. Gloopy evidence of our misdemeanours!

When Jacques climax subsided he returned to his senses. "Merde! I was loud! Oh God, I'm going to be in trouble!"

I giggled.

Jacques turned to face me, a huge beaming smile on his face. "You" he spluttered, "are terrible!"

"I told you I was a repressed slut!"

"Yes you did, but I didn't expect that! My God Lisa, you're a brazen ass-licking hussy! You're the woman of my dreams!"

"Ow, stop with the complements and kiss me," I giggled.

"No problem. Come here."

Jacques lips met mine and kissed me passionately. It was lovely. I wish that moment could have lasted forever but it couldn't. I had reality to deal with.

"I have to go Jacques," I sighed, holding him at arm's length and gazing into those incredible dark brown eyes. "I have to face Matt sometime, may as well be now."

Jacques nodded. "Will you be ok?"

"I'll be fine. Listen, Jacques, don't take this the wrong way but I'm not going to tell Matt about you or what we did tonight."

"No of course not. I won't say anything, you have my word."

"Thank you. You're lovely, you know that."

"Yeah, I'm gorgeous. I'll wait in the bar, just in case you need me."

Need him? Yes, I suppose I might. The prospect of facing Matt terrified me and our initial encounter was only the tip of the iceberg. I'd have to sit next to him on the flight home, drive back to our flat with him and live with him until I found somewhere else. Hell! What a nightmare. There had to be another way...

"Jacques?" I said. "Do you know anyone looking for a waitresses or a cleaner or any sort of job really?"

Jacques looked uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, I'm not after you. I need a fresh start and now's as good a time as any."

Jacques looked deep into my eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"There's plenty of work if you don't mind long hours and poor wages!"

"I'll need somewhere to stay..."

"Stay with me," he said without hesitation, "until you find your feet."

Jacques kissed me and patted my bottom. "Maybe you could repay me with a bit more of that ass!"

"Oh, I could definitely do that!" I winked. "Ok, it's time. Wish me luck."

He smiled, "we make our own luck Lisa."

It's true, we did. My life with Matt sucked and it was high time I faced up to reality and made some changes, for both our sakes. Life was an adventure and I should learn to take the plunge. I'd been too cautious for too long.