Andrea And Monique

‘Rene and I broke up’ Monique told me as she stirred her coffee. I was checking my make-up and nearly smeared the lipstick all over my face when she said this. I never did like Rene for her: Beautiful and handsome yes, but too involved with his own good looks. I can’t bear that type but, then again, Monique and I are different in so many ways. She rarely wears make-up while I prefer a bolder look. Her high cheekbones, lovely slanted eyes, whiskey lips and sandy hair come from a Chinese mother and Dutch father. I got my black hair and alabaster complexion from a Latin and Greek background. Her slender figure is the result of a successful dance career. My body is more hourglass, the type people call voluptuous. She maintains a year-round tan, wears loose dresses without a slip and enough jewelry for a gypsy. My office job calls for skirts and high heels. I tend to keep to myself while Monique expresses every idea that comes into her mind. One afternoon we visited an antiquities museum that featured statues from ancient Mycenae. Women back then wore dresses that displayed their ample breasts and adorned their faces with very provocative make-up. ‘That’s you!’ Monique exclaimed, drawing looks from the other patrons as she pointed to a statue of a voluptuous, bare-breasted priestess wearing lots of makeup. Even her nipples were painted a lovely shade of carmine that contrasted nicely with her alabaster skin. ‘Why!’ Monique said. ‘Your breasts are bigger than hers!’ I wanted to hush her but after one of the stuffy old matrons who volunteered in the museum give us a dirty look, we broke out in giggles and quickly stepped into another room filled with statues from India. We were alone in that room, the only sound the taps of my high heels and Monique’s sandals echoing off the walls. ‘Oh, look,’ Monique said as she admired a statue of a Hindu dancer, the curves of her generous hips and rounded breasts exaggerated by her provocative, dancer’s pose. ‘There you are again.’ Monique cooed as her eyes ran over every detail of the statue until she was looking at the rather large nipples that sat on top of each breast. Then, she looked at me before grabbing my hand, standing me next to the statue and saying; ‘Do the same pose, please, just for me!’ while taking out her camera. I could never say no to Monique. I guess by now you must realize I was always very attracted to her, even back in the days when we met at the University of Paris. So, I looked at the statue for a minute, kicked off my shoes and struck the same pose. ‘Now take off your top!’ I responded with a loud ‘No!’ followed by more loud giggles, drawing the attention of the dour-faced matron who entered the room and told us to leave. ‘Maybe you should try to get laid once in a while. Then you wouldn’t be so uptight,’ Monique said as I pulled my shoes back on. I could see the matron’s face turn a beetroot red as the words sputtered in her mouth; before she could say another word I took Monique’s hand and got out of the museum as fast as possible. That’s my lovely Monique, always making heads turn wherever she goes; and today was no exception. We always meet in the same café for lunch and when I looked up to watch her enter I was treated to wonderfully teasing glimpses of her provocative figure through the light cotton dress she wore, as she passed the window. We had always exchanged light, friendly kisses but this time she paused, stroked my arm and complimented me on my outfit. ‘You always look so professional, yet so sexy,’ she said, gazing at me. ‘That skirt really shows off your figure.’ I didn’t know what to say. Like I said, I had always harboured feelings for Monique, sometimes masturbating long into the night and fantasizing about kissing her lovely, heart-shaped lips. But I valued our friendship even more and kept them a secret, even forcing a casual attitude when I heard about the break-up. I took a deep breath and asked ‘Weren’t you two planning on getting married?’ ‘I had suggested it once,’ she responded, buttering a croissant. ‘But, really, could you see that happening? Remember last summer?’ I nodded. I was dating one of my co-workers back then, a handsome American named Bob. The four of us made plans to spend a weekend at a seaside cottage. At the last moment Bob was called back to America and I wound up by myself at the train depot. Monique consoled me by offering to go shopping for a swimsuit. The thought of seeing her lovely figure in a skimpy bikini made me feel a little better. The sales girl at the shop was a lovely Polynesian girl called Claire who wore an alluring one-piece that barely hid her round breasts and firm buttocks. She selected a yellow thong bikini that showed off Monique’s wonderful tan. Both of them convinced me to try on the same style, but in black. ‘It’ll look wonderful against your skin,’ Monique said as I changed in the fitting room. I stepped out to their approving comments, and couldn’t help the rush of excitement coursing through my body. The mirror next to the dressing room reflected my almost naked body, standing close to those two beautiful women in skimpy bikinis. The admiring looks Claire gave me, and Monique’s playful slapping of my exposed buttocks almost sent me into an orgasm. I wanted to run my mouth all over their luscious bodies, kiss their lips and taste their juices. Thinking back, I believe Monique could sense my arousal. She kept on stroking my hair while Claire rang up our purchases at the counter. ‘Well, well,’ was Rene’s comment when I stepped onto the deck with Monique, both of us all but naked in our tiny swimsuits. The three of us were on a yacht lent by one of his wealthy clients. He looked so handsome at the wheel with his tanned sculpted chest. I guess he was unused to seeing me so exposed and kept eyeing me as he steered the boat. Monique had to constantly warn him to watch out for the nearby jetties, all the while enduring his almost ridiculous attention to my body. This lasted for only a few minutes. We passed by a jetty where two blonde, English girls were sunning themselves. Rene slowed the boat down when he saw they were topless and began chatting with them in a very flirtatious manner. The sight of their nubile bodies glistening with suntan oil made my gaze linger for a while until I noticed the hurt expression on Monique’s face. I knew she tolerated Rene’s attitude, but this was too much. After a while he got discouraged and set off, not even wondering why Monique was so quiet. We turned down his invitation to go snorkelling, opting to sunbathe instead. After he left Monique asked me to put lotion on her. I rubbed her lithe, hard body for while, my hands massaging her firm shoulders, taut back and tiny waist until I heard her murmur ‘Please do my buttocks.’ Those words made my pulse surge in my ears. I paused for a moment, forgetting the hot afternoon sun on my back, the sound of the waves against the hull and the smell of the ocean in my nostrils. Monique shifted a little, causing the delicious swell of her buttocks to arch up ever so invitingly. I tipped the bottle of lotion over the twin hills of her backside and let the oil slowly pour over her naked skin, even allowing some of it to seep into the cleft where her thong disappeared. I heard Monique murmur and coo and, when I began to rub and kneed the firm, hard muscles of her glorious buttocks, she began to moan between short gasps. I was in my glory, my hands drinking in her buttocks, thighs and hips until she suddenly turned around and asked me to do her front. It was wonderful rubbing her backside but the sight of her upright breasts, defined stomach and naked hips sent my heart racing again. I wanted to take my top off and let my generous bosoms ooze all over her taut breasts and hard nipples. To part her thighs, bury my face in her pussy and drink the juices of her body. Just then, she looked at me. I could see the hurt in her eyes and knew it was caused by Rene’s boorish attitude. I wanted to hold her, to kiss those lovely lips and make her feel totally appreciated. Suddenly, we heard Rene clamber back on board. Monique quickly sat up, a confused look on her face. I was afraid she didn’t know how to deal with my attention. Rene was oblivious to everything. The sight of his gymnast physique glistening in the bright sunshine made him look like a Greek god. He gave us each a big smile before reaching into a pocket and showing Monique a gold, heart-shaped charm on a chain. ‘I wanted to give you this later but decided maybe now would be a good time’ he said, putting the chain around her neck. Monique responded with a slight smile. ‘I’m sorry for my behaviour back there.’ She even gave him a brief hug and endured a friendly pat on her lovely, bare behind. It was a scene played out over and over again. I know she even sensed his eyes travelling all over my body as he held her. We had a light, quiet dinner at the cottage. Rene was still talking about his underwater adventure as he openly fondled and caressed Monique’s body. She seemed in a better mood. I decided to give them some time alone and went to my room. I looked at my reflection in my mirror and liked what I saw. The tiny white lines on my hips and the contrast between my dark breasts and the pale triangles that surrounded my nipples made a wonderfully sexy look. I held my breasts and licked my nipples. Bob had introduced me to this technique but all I could think of was Monique’s delicate tongue stimulating my breasts. Just to be daring, I tried on one of the wispy cotton dresses she had in the closet. The white, almost seethrough material contrasted nicely with my cinnamon dark skin, giving a provocative view of the white thong I wore underneath. I looked out the window, saw it was a beautiful, moonlit night. I knew I would probably spend a good part of the night masturbating but decided I needed a walk first. Maybe it would cool me down. I went downstairs and sure enough, Monique and Rene were kissing on the living room couch, the fireplace casting a sensual glow on the entire room. Rene for once was the gentleman but Monique whistled and teased me as I went to the door. I blew them each a kiss, put on my sandals and stepped out. It was pleasant walking along the water’s edge. I tried to distract myself from the day’s disturbing events by staring out at the dark ocean, illuminated by early moonlight. It was no use. Remembering how beautiful Monique’s dainty feet looked in her sandals, the kind Hindu women wear, open-toed, with a slight heel, or her almost naked body glistening with suntan lotion made my heart race. I never noticed until that day but Rene had such handsome thighs. Thinking of his strong buttocks and manly calves brought a moist sensation between my legs. I passed by a series of dunes and remembered Claire’s lovely cinnamon skin and her upright breasts. Polynesian women have such lovely figures. And then there were those two English girls, sunning their young, pale bodies on the jetties. Suddenly, I heard a light, feminine giggle from behind one of the dunes. I walked as quietly as possible until I saw two figures wrapped in a blanket sitting in front of a small fire. They were close enough to be kissing. A sigh followed by a brief yet pleasant moan followed. My curiosity got the better of me and before I knew it I was close enough for my eyes to adjust the dim glow. When they parted I saw to my pleasant surprise that it was the two young English girls we had seen earlier. Suddenly, the blanket fell to the sand, revealing their newly tanned skin, contrasting with the white, threadbare bikinis on their nubile bodies. They sat there for a while, looking into each other’s eyes as they stroked and caressed each other’s arms, pert breasts and trim, youthful stomachs. I could hear their conversation. ‘I never kissed a girl before. I liked it’ one said while running her hands through the other’s long blonde hair. ‘I think you’ll like this better?’ the other girl said as she kneeled, parted her lover’s thighs and buried her face in her crotch. I imagined what it would be like, my mouth travelling over the slight fabric of her tiny briefs, my tongue pushing the material aside before tasting the juices of her loins, mixed with the flavour of the ocean still on her body. I realized my hands had wandered underneath my dress and were stroking my nipples as I saw the girl who was enjoying her lover’s oral attention reach up to undo her top. I ached to see her tight breasts and pert nipples but, just then, a loud voice called from nearby. ‘Phoebe! Nicole! We’re leaving now.’ The girls parted quickly. They gathered their blanket and put out the fire. I heard them exchange a few words as they walked away. ‘They’re going out to dinner. Do you want to go with them or stay in the cottage?’ ‘What do you think?’ I heard them giggle and saw their departing silhouettes embrace tenderly. Disappointed, I went back to the cottage. The walk did nothing to calm me down. When I reached the cottage I heard a moan through one of the open windows. It was torture but I decided to look anyway. I nearly moaned out loud myself when I peered through the open blinds and saw Monique, her tanned body glowing in the firelight, on her knees taking Rene’s handsome cock between her beautiful lips. Both were naked, their perfect bodies glowing in the firelight. I could even hear Rene gasp as Monique ran her tongue all over his shaft, nibble his glans and suck greedily at his balls. I closed my eyes as my hands went at it again, travelling all over my body, probing my wet, aching pussy, rubbing my breasts and nipples. I opened my eyes in time to see them change positions. By now, Monique was crouched on all fours, showing the inviting curve of her buttocks to Rene as he knelt and whispered something in her ear. She smiled and nodded. I wondered what they said but was overtaken by the expression on Monique’s face. A craving, almost hungry, expression as Rene entered her from behind and began thrusting. She shut her eyes and opened her mouth wide. Her expression was one of total desire and satisfaction. Of sheer abandonment and total ecstasy. Of… ‘Andrea, are you listening to me?’ Monique’s voice brought me back to the cafe. My panties were moist. I had to wipe off a bead of perspiration from my forehead. She held my hand. The touch of her delicate, jewelled fingers did nothing to stop my heart from racing. ‘Tell me’ I said, trying to look casual ‘Did you and Rene ever have anal sex?’ A coy, demure look crossed her face. My mind went back to the cottage. Rene entering her from behind while she gasped and smiled with a deep, hungry look. ‘Yes,’ she replied ‘Many times. It’s such a wonderful feeling. A delicious balance between pain and pleasure. And the orgasm that comes from it is so…unique.’ She sat back and toyed with one of her necklaces. I noticed the charm was missing. ‘Did you get rid of that charm?’ I asked, my hands trembling as I stirred my coffee. She smiled and said ‘Do you remember my aunt Mathilda?’ ‘The one who passed away last year? We went to the funeral,’ I responded. Monique’s f****y had a rather low opinion of Mathilda. A burlesque dancer who married a rich man and became a jet-setting libertine. ‘The inheritance finally came through,’ she said while buttering another croissant. ‘You got the country house?’ I asked. But what this did have to do with the charm? ‘I went there this weekend. To clear my mind,’ she said, a look of satisfaction on her face that didn’t come from the croissant. She ran her lovely fingers over those beautiful lips. My heart raced. I knew this story was going to be…unique. ‘I got the deeds and two keys from her solicitor.’ Monique began. ‘It was a long drive to the house. She lived as a recluse in her latter years. Her only company was a lovely Vietnamese maid who had been with her since her days in burlesque. Her name was Mai. I heard she passed away a few months after Mathilde.’ ‘The first key allowed me into her house. There was such a lush cosiness to the entire place. Opulent Persian rugs and antique furniture. I had meant to leave before dark but after seeing her boudoir I changed my mind.’ ‘What was so special about it?’ She gave me a wicked smile and said ‘You should see it. All lace and ruffles, a lace canopy over the bed, nude statuettes of men and women everywhere…and her pictures.’ ‘Pictures?’ ‘She was beautiful!’ Monique almost shouted. ‘Wonderful black and whites of her in see-through lace, feather boas, exotic costumes. Some were of her totally nude. What a body! Her breasts were as nice as yours.’ She was eyeing my chest by then. I wanted to rip my blouse off and feel those lips on my nipples. I controlled myself, gave her a light pat on the hand and said; ‘Go on.’ ‘She had lots of costumes in the house. Trunks and closets with all kinds of things. But I was curious. The first key opened the gate and all the locks in the house. I searched the big closet in her bedroom and found a steamer trunk. The second key fit perfectly in it. Inside was one set of black silk stockings and five big photo albums. There were more sexy pictures of Mathilde except she wasn’t alone in any of them.’ ‘You mean?’ I whispered, my throat was dry by then. I wanted to hear more. ‘I saw her with one, two, sometimes three men at once. All making love to each mouth of her body. Her expressions ranged from playful to completely orgasmic. There were even pictures of with her and Mai. A petite, curvy, high-breasted beauty with full, sensuous lips. They made love in many ways. Sometimes with their mouths, other times with these ivory phalluses…’ We giggled at this. I loosened the top button of my blouse. This resulted in a sexy expression on her face. I wondered. What was she thinking of? I decided to play for time and asked ‘Who took the pictures?’ ‘Oh,’ Monique replied, ‘Mai’s lover, I guess. One picture showed Mathilde behind a camera wearing only those black stockings while Mai and a handsome Latin man were on a bed having anal sex.’ ‘How did you know it was him?’ I asked. ‘There’s a picture of him bare-chested and standing next to a camera in Mai’s room. He had broad shoulders and deep, mysterious eyes. Suddenly, I had the urge to take off my clothes and wear her stockings. I wanted to lie in her bed and masturbate with those pictures all around me. I must’ve had ten orgasms before going to sl**p. But that wasn’t the end of it. ‘You see, I had this wonderful dream. I was in her room, still wearing only the stockings. Lit candles everywhere. There was a perfumed scent in the room, like jasmine. A door opened. Mai entered wearing a long, black dress with waist-high slits that exposed her shapely thighs. She sat on the bed, poured oil in her hands and rubbed my feet. I felt completely at ease and closed my eyes as her expert hands gently but firmly worked up my ankles, calves and thighs. She rubbed my hips and stomach and then stopped. I opened my eyes and saw her undo that beautiful dress. She straddled my body, poured oil on her breasts and ran those sexy, hard nipples all over me. Every inch of my skin tingled with electricity. ‘After a while she got up, turned me over and rubbed more oil on her body. I lay on my stomach as she ran her nipples all over my back and began licking the cleft of my buttocks, all the way down to my anus. The feeling of that tongue reaming my back door! It’s so nice to feel a penis in there but the sensation of that lovely mouth! She poured more oil over my back. It flowed down my cleft while her fingers entered my anus and pussy. I came right away, my entire body flowed with orgasm after orgasm. ‘Then she gave me a light kiss and led me to another room. Her lover was there, shirtless and loading film into a big, old-fashioned camera pointing to a low bed. ‘I sat down as she adjusted my make-up and brushed my hair. She went back to her lover who started taking pictures of me. Then I heard another door open. To my pleasant surprise I saw three handsome, naked men enter the room. Their bodies were trim and athletic. They surrounded me on the bed, their stiff members brushing against my body. I decided right then to give the best performance anyone had ever seen. I leaned down and opened my mouth wide, taking each throbbing cock in my mouth. I never made love to more than one man at a time but I wanted all of them at once. ‘I realized right then I was the one in control. They were there to please me. I pushed one man down to my crotch and enjoyed his oral attention. His tongue licked my wet, flowing pussy. The other two soon followed, licking my anus and nipples. Their mouths brought on yet another orgasm that shook my body with pleasure. ‘I wanted to return the favour. I told one to lie down, straddled him and slid his wonderful cock into my wet pussy. It felt so good, his thick meat sliding inside my body. I turned my head, took the nearest penis in my mouth and sucked and licked away. I still wanted more. I gestured to the last man and raised my buttocks slightly. He understood, knelt behind me and slid his cock into my anus which Mai had so thoughtfully lubricated. ‘Oh, to make love to these three beautiful men at once. To feel every orifice of my body filled with hard, veined manhood. It was so…wonderful. They began to moan in unison. I sucked even harder as my hips and buttocks moved back and forth. I wanted them to come right away. Suddenly, I felt their bodies tense as they emitted one final, masculine shout and came inside me. ‘Suddenly, juicy, glorious cum bathed my pussy, came down my throat and filled my anus. I felt every inch of my being filled to the rim with hot, creamy, liquid manhood. It was wonderful. ‘Suddenly, I woke up alone in the bed but I could still feel the sensation of having a cock in each of my three mouths. I sat up. My hand travelled over my neck and I felt Rene’s locket. I looked at it for a second, tore it off and flung it through an open window.’ We sat in silence for a while. Monique’s dream flowed through my mind like a river. This was it. I had to ask her. ‘Monique, I…don’t know how to say this but…’ I stammered. She held my hand. It was now or never. ‘Would you like to make love to me?’ that was it. I didn’t know what to expect. She leaned close and whispered in my ear ‘I’ve wanted to make love to you since that afternoon on the boat. Do you remember?’ I nodded, happy and excited at the turn our relationship was about to take. ‘Let’s go to the house,’ she said; ‘I’d like to show you the pictures.’ That evening we lay naked on her aunt’s bed, our arms and legs wrapped around each other after the most intense love-making I had ever enjoyed. In a moment of sheer abandonment we had even licked and fingered each other’s back doors. I could still feel her delicate fingers inside my anus while her other fingers probed and stroked my pussy. It was so new to me. ‘That was wonderful.’ She said, cupping my breast. She had fondled them all day.