I hated coming back here. This town held so many bad memories for me. I promised myself that I’d never return after the scene that occurred from my last visit.
But here I am, driving through this fucking rain, to attend a wedding of the woman who hated me. How can a person blame their child, their flesh, and blood for the shape that their body got after childbirth. My mother, that’s who…
After twenty-nine years, she still calls me and says, “before I had you, I had an hourglass figure, guys use to fall all over me. After I had you, your father left me, and that’s all your fault.”
That always makes me sigh.
Pulling into the hotel’s parking lot, I grabbed my bag, and yes, I said bag, because I was leaving as soon as this farce of a wedding was in the Reception stage. I didn’t want to be here.
How many fucking times was she gonna get married anyway, what number was he? Five? Six?
This victim must be loaded because he rented out rooms for all of their guests at the towns most expensive hotel. I’ve never met him, nor do I know his name. She must have him wrapped around her finger. Poor soul, he’s in for a rude awakening.
This rain was pouring. That must be a warning from God for the guy, lol. Opening the door and using my butt to close it, I placed the bag on my head and gave the valet my keys. “Can you leave the keys with the front desk please? You can ask for Finley.”
“Yes ma’am,” he replied as I ran for the entrance. When I got to the lobby, I gave the concierge my name and I got a key card, he gave me his memorized welcome speech, and I left.
As I approached the lift, the door was about to close, but the occupant saw me just in time and held the door. I thanked him and he nodded his welcome. With my bags resting at my feet, I stole a glance at him.
He was tall, extremely tall, with a slimly built body.
Older gentleman, with graying sideburns. His blue cuffs were rolled up a little way past his wrist and he held a folder in his right hand.
Fucking hell, he looks so appetizing. And he was my type too. Closing my eyes, I said a quick word of prayer, “Lord, I want this man to slowly and deeply fuck out my guts as he bites my nipples,” I then heard the clearing of a throat.
When I opened my eyes, he was staring at me, with a raised eyebrow, “Do I pass?” he questioned me in a French accent.
I opened my mouth to respond, but the dinging of the lift saved me from answering.
Smiling shamefully I power walked out of there.
When I got to the door, its glorious number was six six six. Lmao, she’s unbelievable and so fucking childish.
Jesus, I needed a drink.
Furthermore, I need a drink and a quick swim in the pool. I don’t mind that the rain was falling. Rain and water are a perfect match. This tension needs to go.
Getting inside the room, I opened the bag and emptied its contents. Rummaging through until I found my bathing suit. Ditching my wet clothes, I jumped into the swimsuit, wrapped a robe around my body, got my slides, and made my way to the water.
***
The place was deserted when I got to the pool, looks like everybody hated the rain. Lol, stupid, doesn’t swimming also make a person wet? Making a spontaneous decision, I decided to skinny dip. No one was here, so why not.
Removing my clothing, I found a dry area and left it there. Slowly, walking to the edge of the pool, I counted to ten, then jumped in. Wiping my eyes as I surfaced, I then threaded to the far end of the pool. I did a few more laps until the tension left my sore muscles.
Doing a backstroke until I reached the step of the pool.
Getting out of the water, I then layed down at the edge, with my feet in the water, letting the rain hit my body.
“Shit,” I shouted, as I raised onto my elbows. “I forgot to bring the damn wine.” I let out a sigh of frustration and layed back down. That wine was to warm me up after this swim. Looks like I’d have to find another way to warm my body up.
Lifting one of my legs, I dipped a finger in my mouth, gathered some spit, spread my pussy lips with the other, then applyed light pressure to my clit.
I immediately felt a jolt in the pit of my stomach. It made me arch my back and whimper. My pussy was thirsty for my attention.
Bending both knees, I opened my legs wider and gently began making circular motions on my clit.
Closing my eyes as I moved the finger in an upward motion enjoying the feeling. Before long, I was quivering as I squirted all over the edge of the pool.
Then I heard someone say, “Oh no, we can’t leave that mess there now can we? Let me help you clean that up.”
Lifting my head, I saw that it was the Frenchman. ” Frenchy?” I asked drowsily.
“Oui, belle?” (Yes beautiful? ) he cooed.
“What are you doing,? I didn’t notice when you came,” I continued.
“That’s because you were very busy Belle. Now what I am going to do, is clean up that spill,” as he glanced to the ground where I layed and back up to me.
“Come to the edge, open your legs, hold on to your ankles, and let me work,” he instructed.
I moved into a hypnotic state.
As I lowered myself to the edge, moving closer, as he held on to my outer thighs, kissing my inner thighs, just before he buried his face in my pussy.
Opening his mouth, he latched on to my cookie as he began licking and slurping up my squirt.
“Raise your legs above your head and hold your calves” he urged.
Just before he began, he slapped my pussy a few times, then spread my lips, gently biting my clit, making me scream.
Why the fuck was I being submissive to this guy? I thought. My hips began to move on their own as I thrust into his mouth.
Letting go of my calves, I opened my legs, grabbed his hair with both hands, and fucked his mouth. He groaned as he paid lip service to my swollen pussy.
The vibration was too much for me, “I’m cumming Frenchy,” I screamed.
“Tiens-le pour moi bébé, tu as si bon goût,” he emplored. ( Hold it for me, baby, you taste so good)
“Please,” I begged.
“Come into the water and wrap your legs around my hips,” he ordered.
I did…Leaning on the wall and resting my elbows on the edge of the pool, following his directions.
“You’re such a beautiful and willing submissive,” he murmured into my ear, just as he dipped his head, and bit my nipples.
Seizing my ass in his large hands, he glided his cock into me. He pulled me nearer to him, teasing my pussy with his lovemaking and whispering the most erotic things into my ear.
“Turn around,” he ordered. As I did this, he took my hair in his hands and made a knot with it on top of my head.
Gently running his fingers from my ear, down to my ass, where he spread my butt cheeks and slid back into my wet pussy. His touch set me on fire, causing me to convulse as I came.
Pushing my body forward, he began driving into my pussy, at full speed. I arched my back welcoming every thrust.
Lifting one leg out of the water, he pumped his cock in me a few more times, then leaned in and whispered, “Je jouis bébé.” (I’m cumming baby”)
When he came, he made the most erotic sound I had ever heard in my life, causing me to cum again.
***
We moved our tryst to my room, where he worshipped my body. Around dawn, he woke me up to French kisses between my legs. Then he made me cum. He licked me clean then left.
***
The next few hours were spent with me doing my hair and make-up for my mother’s wedding… I entered the church just as the Pastor said, “Speak now or forever hold your peace.”
Everyone turned around and looked at me. Including the bride and groom.
“You’d find no resistance from me Pastor. I’m just here for the show. Carry on,” I encouraged.
I opened my purse in search of my glasses. I needed to see this shit in HD. Putting it on, I looked down the aisle, just in time to see my mother resumed her position with a scowl on her face.
Her groom, on the other hand, stared at me and smiled in a very seductive manner. That’s when recognition struck me. I’d know that fucking smile anyway. It was none other than Frenchy!