The French Girl

When she came back I gave her brief instructions as to her position and begun to capture the image that was now revealed in front of my eyes.

Chloe was lying on her side, leaning against her arm. She looked almost angelic with her dark button eyes that were framed by her blonde straight hair. But with her tanned freckled skin she looked incredibly expensive like a pampered queen, a goddess from St. Tropez.

I took a deep breath as I studied the form of her body, translating its lines on paper. I begun to daydream it was my hand tracing her curves, caressing her smooth soft-looking skin. Instead of my pencil, it was my fingers finding the outlines of her breasts, my tongue painting her nipples.

The familiar heat was flooding into my groin.

"It's funny, isn't it," she spoke after a while, "that French women are infamous for modelling."

There was a kind smile on her face. "You are so serious when you draw," she went on to tease. I remained silent, focusing on the task at hand.

The sun slowly moved its position. It had almost been 30 minutes since we started and I was working on the details of her face. I was almost finished.

"Nessa, could we take a small break, please?" she pleaded pathetically.

I had completely forgotten to offer her a break. In my guilt of having neglected her, I apologized and told her to take all the time she needed.

As she vanished indoors, presumably to go to the restroom, I worked on some of the shadows in my sketch. It had turned out surprisingly lifelike. A dark thought passed my mind and I wondered if, like the portrait of Dorian Gray, the artist's adoration was also too apparent in the work.

Chloe crept back to the balcony as naked as she had left it. In her hand she was holding a bottle of sunscreen.

I first didn't think much of it, until she began spreading it on her chest and body. The creamy lotion made her skin look shiny. I watched in horror as her hands rubbed the white substance on her skin, her breasts slippery between her fingers from its oils.

She soon noticed my stare, as she spread the liquid on her long legs.

"Could you maybe help me get it on my back?" she asked friendly. The lack of "please" made it sound more like the offer it was, not the plea it was pretending to be.

I could feel the blood flow into my cheeks, as I walked up to her. I took a seat behind her and begun massaging the coconut scented ointment on her back. I could feel her entire body relax under my touch. Could she really have been so unaware of the position she was putting me in?

I worked my way down her lower back as a brief moan vibrated past her lips. Like a chord that had been just struck, my entire body melted in desire.

"Could... you maybe help me spread it on the other side as well?" her husky voice whispered.

There was no point in pretending anymore. Carefully I reached around with my hand to her chin and turned her face to look me in the eyes. Her tender brown eyes were like bottomless pools, pleading and hesitant. Those eyes told me all I needed to know.

And so my lips collided with hers. Her small pink lips tasted sweet as I gently kissed them, brushing them softly against mine. In that brief moment, everything else disappeared. I felt the heat of her body glow through her lips, hotter than the sun itself. Her scent was floral mixed with the coconut of the sunscreen.

As our lips parted, my breathing was heavy. I could hear my heartbeat all the way up in my ears. Or was it hers? She opened her pretty little eyes. A kind encouraging smiled formed on her lips. I couldn't but respond to it with one of my own.

She put her soft small hands around my face and pulled me in for another kiss. This time it wasn't a shy childlike peck: her mouth opened to play with my lower lip, our bodies were closer, and my hands landed on her tiny waist, pulling her tightly against me. Passionately I held her, explored her mouth carefully with my tongue, while she wrapped her arms around my neck and played with my dark curls.

My hands went up her waist to her breasts. She moaned in my mouth as I squeezed them firmly. They were so different from mine. Her small nipples grew erect as I pinched them between my thumb and my index finger.

She pulled my top over my head. The black t-shirt bra barely covered my breasts, with their flesh pouring over them, two overfilled goblets. Her hands cupped my breasts, softly squeezing them through my bra.

I pulled her hair off her shoulder and kissed the length of her neck. This allowed Chloe to reach around my back and unbuckle my bra. As it fell on my lap, my breasts were exposed to the warm flesh on her chest, her nipples scratching against me delightfully.

We fell down on the lounger, her quivering body beneath me. I went down her body, careful not to miss an inch of her glowing skin. I caught one of the diamond-hard nipples between my teeth and pulled it gently.

"What the hell, Nessa?" she gasped in ecstasy, clearly more surprised than upset.

I ignored her but softly kissed her succulent nipples instead. Her entire body quivered beneath me as my tongue teased the brown little pearls. Her hand ran down my hair.

Slowly I moved down her stomach, gently kissing over her freckles. As I approached the sweet spot blossoming in her crotch, the muscles in her abdomen tightened. However, she was spreading her legs wider apart, like inviting me in.

Unlike mine, her pussy had small thin lips, making it appear compact and tight. She was completely shaven. The lips were a lovely shade of pink, and surprisingly wet already. Gently, I brushed the lips with my thumb, pressing the juices it out of it like from a ripe fruit. Chloe whimpered beneath my touch.

Unable to resist, I pressed my lips against her cunt to taste her. I rolled her sweet juices on my tongue. The flavour was more pleasant than any of the men I had tasted, less intense and more feminine. I gave her long wet licks, my tongue sliding in the soft valley of her skin with no friction at all. Sweet moans escaped her throat and her grasp on my hair tightened.

Her legs shivered as I felt the heat build up inside her. Her clit was like a hard tiny marble that my tongue played with. With my hands on her firm thighs I tried to keep her from moving her hips, her body beyond her control. She was getting so close.

"Oh fuck, yes!" she moaned as I felt a few droplets of her squirt land on my face. It exhilarated me and I greedily sucked her, milking her out. I wouldn't stop until I felt her body relax and the wave of her orgasm pass.

Chloe sighed. Slowly I lifted my head from between her legs to watch her grow limp in her satisfaction.

"Your face is all wet," she giggled and wiped the remains of her ejaculation off my face lovingly.

She rewarded me for my labors with a kiss, fondling my breasts as I was leaning on top of her. Her hands wandered down past my stomach to my shorts, which she quickly unbuttoned and removed.

"I didn't take you for a thong girl," she smiled teasingly, as her fingers played with the strings of my underwear, making them slap against the skin on my hips.

I didn't have a witty response so I simply bit her lip gently instead. She moaned in approval. My hips grinded against her yearningly; I could feel her wetness through the fabric.

We switched position so that she was lying on top of me. I had always known I had large breasts, but I never comprehended how large they were until I watched Chloe play with them, her small fingertips dancing around my burgundy nipples.

With a cheeky smile on her face, she lowered herself down to my hips. Her teeth caught my G-string and carefully she pulled it off, uncovering the trimmed dark patch.

"God, you're so wet already!" Chloe exclaimed as she ran her finger through the thick swollen lower lips. It felt amazing.

Without another word she inserted two of her fingers inside me. I could hear my own juices as they lubricated her fingers to slowly enter me, spreading me cautiously. I gasped. Her fingers may have been small but Chloe's knowledge on female anatomy would make them hit just the spot.

But my biggest turn on was watching Chloe's pretty eyes stare longingly at my pussy, her mouth slightly open from desire. As her fingers toyed with me, I could feel the liquid running down my lips.

With her other hand on my lower stomach, her fingers sharply slid deeper. She lowered her face down to crotch and her hot small tongue hit my clit like an electric wave. I felt like a tree being licked by thunder, completely powerless over my own body. My eyes half closed I grabbed the frame of the lounger to keep myself from erratically moving. Masterfully, her tongue flipped around my clit as her fingers penetrated me. I was afraid of what would happen if she kept going and I was afraid of her stopping.

And then she stopped.

Confused, I lifted my head to watch Chloe remove her fingers from the wet cave. She was a bit out of breath but there was a reassuring mile on her face.

"Come closer," she said and gesticulating with her hand, "I want to try something."

She told me to sit on the sun lounger with one leg curled by me and the other one hanging off the edge. Slowly she climbed to sit on top of my leg, her legs spread around my stomach.

I now understood what she was trying to do. Excited to try out her idea, I help her wrap herself around me. After some adjustment, she was comfortably sitting in my embrace, our legs wrapped around each other and the lips of our cunts softly touching each other.

"Are you ok with this?" she asked, her chocolate eyes serious.

"I want this," I groaned.

She flashed me a row of her pearly white teeth and kissed me smoothly on the lips before her excitement carried her off and her tongue was deep in my mouth. With my hands on her thighs, I helped her grind her lower lips against mine.

It was like something I had never experienced before, having her throbbing pussy slide over my entrance. The cocktail of our juices fed my eager clit that was being embraced by her small neat cunt.

The heat was unbearable. I was surprised to feel myself drowning to the rhythm of our bodies moving against each other. I kissed her until the movement of her hard clit against my lips overwhelmed me, making me gasp for air.

"Oh Chloe..." I moaned with my face buried in the soft strands of her hair.

The orgasm pierced through my body like a long sword.

- - -

"Do you think they saw us?" I asked Chloe as I watched an elderly couple sit on a balcony in a nearby building, in plain view of Chloe's balcony.

We had just had taken a shower. Chloe sat by me smoking a cigarette, her body now covered by a morning robe. She lifted her gaze off the now finished picture of her that I would later give her as a parting gift, promising I would join her the next summer.

"Perhaps," she replied, not appearing too concerned. Then a naughty smile formed on her lips.

"Want to show them how it's done?"