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Subject: {ASSM} Ann - Part 3 (Asian, ballet, tights)
Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2001 15:10:03 -0500
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This story is intended for adults only.  While not
overly graphic, it refers to things that anyone less
than 21 years old should not be reading.  If you are
turned off by ballet, Asian women or tights you should
not read further.  If you don't like Paris or France,
please don't read this.  

Part 3 
Ann continues the story

The next two weeks were a frenzy of sexual craving and
fulfillment.  I was constantly being satisfied, but
constantly craving more.  Everyday after ballet, Rene
picked me up on his motorbike.  As he raced his
motorbike to his apartment, I hugged him from behind,
and would play games like reaching for him and
fondling him until I could feel his hardness rise up
and strain against his jeans.  This would incite him
to roar all that much faster through the narrow
streets to his apartment.  

Usually only the maid would be present.  We would move
directly to his room.  I would do a little striptease
for Rene as I shed my ballet outfit.  Sometimes, Rene
would shoot a few pictures using his digital camera. 
He told me he looked at them on his computer every
morning before school and every night before sleeping.
 Once before I had time to strip off my tights, he
slipped a hand inside them.  I did a slow a plie.  As
I bent my knees, I opened up; and as I lowered myself
onto Rene's hand, a finger slipped inside me.  Another
time, I had leg warmers with me. After I had stripped,
Rene helped me pull them onto my naked legs and as he
adjusted them, he allowed the back of his hand to
brush against my pussy.   I sat on the edge of the bed
and pulled his head to me and between my legs.  My
legs, in their woolen warmers, were like a vice that
wouldn't let go until he had satisfied me with his
tongue.  Only when I arched my back in my orgasm did I
allow him up.  As he kissed my mouth, I remember
tasting my self on his lips and tongue.  

On the first Saturday after we started our affair, I
told my mother I'd be staying with one of my
girlfriends overnight.   In fact, I met Rene at a caf 
and from there we went to his apartment.  After we had
made love, I changed into a short black dress that I
wore over black tights.  I had bought the dress
earlier that day from a small boutique near Les Halles
with some money I had saved up.  The dress was made
out of a tight fitting Lycra material, so I did not
need to wear a bra.  But my breasts were beautifully
held and shaped by the dress.  I'm a naturally modest
person but when I looked at myself in the mirror I
couldn't help but notice how attractive and sexy I
looked.   The dress only went about a third way down
my thighs and my legs looked great in the black
tights.

That evening we went out to dinner.   Rene seemed
pleased to show me off.    We got a lot of stares from
both men and women.  It was the first time I had been
taken to a restaurant by a boyfriend.  It was an old
Brasserie across the river between the Marais and the
Bastille.   After dinner we went to a crowded bar in
the Marais.  The bar was in the basement of an old
building.  There were a couple of rooms.  In one of
them was the bar itself, in the other there was music
and people were dancing.  It was so crowded and noisy.
 Rene and I squeezed into the room where people were
dancing.  Everybody was tightly packed together.  It
was a slow music.  Rene put his arms around me and we
danced in a tight embrace.  I buried my face into his
shoulder and held him around his waist.  I felt him
put both hands on my butt and draw me close to him. 
My parents would have been shocked to see me there
with Rene, but I felt I was in heaven.  There I was,
16 years old, taken out at night for the first time,
by a man whom I thought I loved passionately, and who
stimulated and satisfied such intense sexual feelings.
 We kissed as we danced and I could feel Rene's
manhood stirring just as I felt myself getting moist
with anticipation.

All of a sudden, I became aware of a pair of eyes
staring at me.  Looking up, I saw a young man staring
at us.   Our eyes met and he smiled.  He squeezed
through the crowd and putting a hand on Rene's
shoulder said: "Salut, Rene, c'est qui ta copine?" 
Rene introduced us. His name was Marc.  He was very
good-looking in a male-model sort of way.  He had a
strong jaw line, a handsome face and a thin graceful
body. 
Rene nodded at Marc's raised eyebrow, and I found
myself in his arms dancing to the slow music.   I
rested my head on Marc's shoulder and as I glanced at
Rene, he smiled his encouragement.  I closed my eyes
and took in the differences between Rene's and Marc's
bodies.  Rene was stronger, Marc more graceful.  Marc
was a little taller and with my arms around my hands
rested on his butt.  Keeping my eyes closed, I savored
Marc's smell.  When I opened my eyes again, Rene was
still there smiling.   I closed my eyes again.  Marc
moved a leg between mine.  I gasped when I felt his
strong erection.   My thoughts became very confused. 
There was Rene, the man I loved, smiling at me, while
I danced with his friend in a close embrace and felt
his friend's unmistaken desire for me.  I felt a
little guilt, but even more I felt a certain pride and
pleasure in being part of Rene's world where handsome
men wanted to dance with me and were obviously
attracted to me.  

It was past mid-night when we emerged from the bar. 
There were still plenty of people wandering the
streets of the Marais.  The stone of the buildings
gave a soft warm feeling to the light that bounced off
their surface from the lamps.  I gave one arm to Rene
and one to Marc.  We walked to Marc's apartment on the
Rue des Francs-Bourgeois.  It was in a 17th century
Hotel de Ville.  There were waxed hexagonal tiles on
the floor and old oak beams supporting the ceiling.  
Rene and I settled onto a couch while Marc got us some
drinks.  Marc sat facing us.  We talked for a while,
but I was getting sleepy so I put my head on Rene's
lap and, kicking my shoes off, put my feet up on the
couch.  As I did so, Marc moved over to our couch and
sat so my feet were on his lap.

I closed my eyes and listened to Marc and Rene talk. 
I didn't pay attention to what they were saying but
enjoyed listening to their voices.  Marc began rubbing
my feet and Rene stroked my face with one hand.  His
other hand rested on my shoulders.  Marc lifted on of
my feet and kissed it.  He said to Rene: "her feet
smell so good".  Putting my foot down, he began to
massage my calves.  Meanwhile, Rene leaned forward and
kissed me slowly on the lips.  As he did so, Marc
moved his hands to my thighs.  "Elle est superbe", I
heard him say, "quelles cuisses!"   I opened my eyes. 
Rene smiled at me and asked: "tu aimes Marc?" I nodded
yes and closed my eyes.  When Marc touched the crotch
of my tights, I was already moist.  I was too aroused
to feel embarrassed about not wearing panties.  When
Marc spread my legs, putting on leg over the back of
the coach and the other on the floor, the lips of my
pussy opened and were plastered against my moist
tights.  His fingers pressed against me and when he
touched my clitoris I pushed up to meet him.  "Elle
est toute mouillee" he said to Rene.  Rene meanwhile
had both hands on my breasts and was feeling my
nipples through my dress.  They were nicely erect. 

 When at last we moved to Marc's bedroom, Marc and
Rene eased my dress over my shoulders, I stood before
them in my black tights.  Marc reached for my breasts
and rolled my nipples between his thumb and fingers. 
Rene gently spanked my butt and then passed a hand
between my legs and felt my moisture.   At Rene's
urging, I helped Marc out of his clothes, while Rene
took off his own.  Marc's manhood stood at full
attention.  I reached for it and when I saw Rene nod
his head I took it my mouth.  While I had Marc in my
mouth, Rene lowered my tights and tongued me.   Just
as I felt myself reach orgasm, Rene took Marc's place.
 While I sucked Rene, Marc inserted himself inside me
from behind.    Marc's pumping soon had me on the
verge of orgasm and as I came, Marc flooded me with
his cum.  Rene soon followed.  As I felt him about to
come, I stopped sucking him and put hands on his
shaft.  I could feel the cum emerge from his cock as
it shot out and covered my face.

We collapsed on the bed and I slept between Marc and
Rene.  We slept for no more than an hour before I felt
Marc stir and get hard and then Rene.  When at last
Sunday morning's light came through the window we had
made love three times.

 To be continued...
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