Regarde-moi...une histoire française érotique

06:19 French Sep 05, 2015 7 comments 5933 508

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A beautifully erotic short story by le mysterieux inconnu


I know you watch me, from your darkened window. Tonight I'm going to give you a little show....watch while I strip, and dance, and touch myself...for you...

I've known for a while now: you like to spy on me. You think I didn't know? Every evening, when I come back home, your apartment is dark except for that little glow from your cigarette, and I know you're watching me…

Today was a gruelling day and I just want to relax….so, my little sneak….keep your eyes open and enjoy the show.

Tonight I want a cozy yet elegant setting. I light some candles. I always find very their glow very soothing and sensual. I draw near the bay window and take off my heels. It's true that they give me very beautiful legs but I can't say they are very comfortable. I untie my hair and rub my neck, and head toward my computer to choose some sensual music. That's it, I'm ready.

I start to sway to the rhythm of the languorous music. I go back to the window, and start to slowly - very slowly - unbutton my blouse. As I'm unbuttoning it, I feel a wave of heat rising up inside me. I want to speed up the rhythm but I hold myself back…and continue to slowly undo them.

There is only one button now…then you'll have a perfect view of my beautiful black and red lace bra...

But not right now.

I turn around as I untie this final button and take off my blouse. Still with my back to you, I undo the zipper of my skirt let it drop to the floor, my ass cheeks on display beneath my garters and thong. I turn back to face you. I lift my left leg and put my foot on the coffee table. I roll down my stocking and very slowly start to caress my leg.

I love feeling the softness of my stockings. I roll them down under my fingers to reveal my leg, and then toss it behind me. I turn to the right leg and free it from its soft cage. I take off my garters, and move sensually to the computer to find more lively music.

My choice made, I put my hands in my hair and dance with abandon, swinging my ass from right to left and left to right. I turn around and around so you're able to enjoy the show from every point of view. Driven by the music, I let my mind wander, and I start to picture you sitting in your armchair.

You must feel hot now, and your cock must take up more and more space in your pants. I mentally undress you and feel the desire rising inside me. My breathing quickens, my nipples grow hard and my pussy is getting wet. I put mu hands to my back to unfasten the bra that imprisons my breasts. I show you my back and let my bra fell on the floor.

You must be eager that I face you, so you can see my breasts. I'm holding them with both hands. I feel my taut nipples under my palms. They are so sensitive. I turn around me as I caress my tits. It makes them more sensitive and makes me wetter. I put my fingers around my nipples and pinch them. I let out a small cry of pleasure. My thong will be soaked.

I show you my back one more time and bend down to take it off. You have an unobstructed view of my ass now and if I open my thighs, you could have it in doggy style. With this thought I let out a small scream of pleasure. I feel brave tonight and I open the window just to feel the the gentle breeze caressing my body, kissing my thighs and my breasts, tickling my pussy. I shiver with pleasure. A sudden gust of wind blows out all the candles and I'm plunged into darkness.

Although you can't see me, if you listen, you just might hear me moan….


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  • FrenchBliss on 2016-12-05 16:46:10 (UTC) (edited)

    A little written fantasy from the french guy's point of view (i love how you turn my mind creative Eve) before she starts the show...

    "Comme tous les soirs, je sors de cette pièce à la décoration minimaliste et froide qui me sert de bureau, glisse la clé dans la serrure et en ferme le verrou. Mes yeux se ferment un instant en écoutant le tintement hâtif des clés, comme une clochette domestique signale l'appel du maître. Ou plutôt de la maîtresse en l'occurrence. Un appel en pleine nuit. Je hâte le pas rue du 4 Septembre, et sur le chemin comme à chaque fois, j'entre chez le buraliste m'acheter un paquet de cigarillos. La soirée sera belle.


    À cette étape c'est toujours une excitation presque frénétique, un empressement que j'essaie de réfréner comme je le peux, car dès que j'aurai tourné sur la rue Saint-Augustin, elle pourrait me voir de sa fenêtre et je ne voudrais pas qu'elle devine mon manège...Et puis, le goût des choses est bien meilleur lorsqu'on prend le temps de les savourer. J'engage alors une démarche tranquille, presque lente. Quelle douce folie que celle du gourmand, que dis-je, du glouton, qui rêve d'être un gourmet !
    Le souffle déjà un peu coupé d'excitation, j'entre par la porte cochère et monte les quelques marches qui mènent à l'ascenceur, qui prend alors tout son sens...Il m'élève jusqu'à mon petit paradis de garçonnière parisienne, mon observatoire du plus bel astre qui soit.


    C'est une américaine qui s'est installée ici depuis quelques mois dans l'appartement d'en face. Je sais qu'elle est américaine car l'autre jour je l'ai croisée au Monoprix, je l'ai entendue parler la langue de F.Scott Fitzgerald avec un de ses compatriotes rencontré là par hasard...

    Je me demande si elle parle français...Si jamais un jour je la rencontrais...non, non...la magie de ces soirs délicieux serait brisée...Ou peut-être pas? Oh voyons, il faudrait que je sois un peu moins timide pour cela ! Un jour, peut-être, mais pas maintenant.

    Maintenant, je vais profiter du spectacle...Bien sûr je n'allume pas les lumières, je file à la fenêtre voir si elle est déjà chez elle...Oui...la voilà...Ma beauté, te voilà...Ses courbes parfaites, denses, du genre que l'on a envie de caresser, de prendre à pleines mains, à pleine bouche, à pleines dents, que l'on aimerait chérir tendrement toute la nuit, toute la vie. Ses cheveux longs et bouclés, je les imagine tomber en cascade autour de nos visages lorsqu'elle m'embrasse, créant notre petit monde à nous, un monde de baisers, de caresses, et de doux empressements que l'on ne réfrènerait pas. J'imagine mes mains pressant et caressant ses beaux seins lourds, et ses soupirs de plaisir à mon oreille, sa bouche et la chaleur humide de son souffle contre moi...

    J'allume un cigarillo, entrouvre ma fenêtre pour laisser s'échapper la fumée et...Oh ! Elle regarde par ici ! Je ne crois pas qu'elle m'ait vu. Mais que fait-elle? Elle allume des bougies...?"

    (I hope it's okay that i post this here, if not, please feel comfortable to delete my post, Eve :) )

    • A Eve on 2016-12-05 23:00:33 (UTC)

      c'etait vraiment merveilleuse, mon cher ❤️

      • FrenchBliss on 2016-12-06 18:48:14 (UTC)

        My pleasure, mademoiselle. Did you have any trouble with the translation, ma chérie?

        • A Eve on 2016-12-07 15:34:20 (UTC)

          I just don't know what hâtif means. I liked that 'call of the master' though :P

          • FrenchBliss on 2016-12-07 20:18:58 (UTC) (edited)

            Call of the mistress In this case indeed ;)
            Hâtif means in a Hurry.
            I'm so happy you liked it, Eve, I was afraid I made a fool of myself (and yet I'm still not sure I didn't ! Haha)

            • A Eve on 2016-12-08 19:51:08 (UTC)

              not at all, it was great. French is a beautiful language, and the scene you revealed was very sensual and erotic

              • FrenchBliss on 2016-12-08 21:04:12 (UTC)

                Coming from you it's one hell of a compliment, Eve! Thank you ❤️