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Subject: {ASSM} The French Lady (F/g)
Date: Mon, 17 Nov 2003 01:10:03 -0500
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The French Lady


Introduction

I'd always been a dirty little girl. I remember when I was four, my
friend Lottie and I were playing in my back garage to the
accompaniment of shrieks and giggles as we pulled down our panties and
peed over the floor. We did it a number of times; it was one of our
little games, a nice funny game that had us both competing to make the
biggest and wettest puddle over the cold cement floor. We'd take turns
to climb up and then sit on the edge of my Dad's workbench and let
loose with arching fountains of golden rain. Our game became even more
fun and much funnier when one day, after I'd taken my turn to make
what I thought was a disappointingly small puddle, Lottie jumped up to
make her contribution.

"Mine's going to be bigger than yours." She announced gleefully making
me purse my lips in annoyance. I was so maddened by this, that I
jumped in front of her to block the stream and spoil her puddle. Most
of it hit my face, making me gasp and cry out as I got soaked and
pummelled from the hot spray. Each time I did I got a mouthful of the
stuff that I had to swallow to stop myself choking. I think it was
then that the demon came into me and made me thirsty for the taste.
Lottie screamed in frustration at first when she realised her winning
puddle was being stemmed almost at source, but her cries quietened
down when she heard my gurgling and gulping and saw my mouth opening
and closing like a fish. I think she must have held her breath in
wonder as I drank from her because she exhaled loudly with a sudden
burst of breath when the stream finally ended.

"Ohhhhh!.....Ohhhh! Hazel!" She said in a voice full of marvel. "That
was clever! Hee-hee. What was it like?"

"Nice, it tastes nice" I replied honestly just as the garage door was
shoved open by Mother.

"WHAT!!!"

Me and Lottie weren't allowed to play together after that. I couldn't
understand why my parents were so angry, calling me a very, very dirty
girl and telling me I was very bad for doing something so disgusting.

As the years went by I forgot about all of that, or at least it seemed
so, but it must have remained in the back of my mind and stuck there.
I say that because I was once playing on some disused wasteland when I
came across a white plastic carrier bag buried beneath some nettles.
Been only young, curiosity got the better of me and I went looking for
something long enough to pull it out with without being stung.
Eventually I found a long twig which I managed to hook around the bags
plastic handle and pull the thing out with. It turned out to be
someone's porn stash; there was magazine after magazine devoted to
photo's of lesbians making love in all kinds of different ways ranging
from oral, S&M, toys and rubber. I was shocked to the core at the
bizarre images in front of me as I turned the crinkled pages, but
strangely excited by the sight of the beautiful and sometimes slutty
women having doing such dirty things. Did they really do that? Could
it be true that grown up women did that kind of thing with each other.
Some did I decided, but it was when I came to the last magazine that
my jaws fell open. It was called 'Lesbian toilet games' and featured
page after page of sultry looking women peeing into each other's
mouths. I began to imagine what it must be like to let another woman
hold her pussy open and piss into my mouth when I suddenly remembered
the incident in the garage all those years ago. The hidden memory was
so exciting and so thrilling that I had to place my hand inside my
knickers and start rubbing my little cunny then and there in the
middle of the field. Page after page of glorious pee drinking jumped
out of the pages for me to see, each one made me savour the taste of
Lottie's warm pee as though it was still filling my eager mouth. I
wanted nothing more than to be one of the open mouthed women in the
magazine drinking the torrents of golden pee from her sexy partner.
The final few pages were too disgusting for me to look at for very
long, although enough for me to see pictures of lesbians crouching
over their girlfriends and pooing in their mouths. Long ropes of poo
passed out of their bottoms and past the lips of their partners, there
was page after page of them chewing and swallowing their vile meals.
Ughh! Gross! How could they I thought! I couldn't imagine how terrible
it must be to do anything like that.

In spite of the nastier pictures in the magazine I found most of them
thrilling, and I think that's when I really started to like other
girls, especially the older one's who might be the same age as the
models, and although I didn't know the meaning of the word I was well
on the road to being a lesbian. I even began taking an interest in my
female teachers, one of them in particular, a pretty blonde woman
called Mrs Robertshaw who I took to rubbing my pussy over at night,
thinking of how I would make her happy doing some of the things I'd
just seen. Of course fantasy sometimes has a habit of becoming
reality, although no one will believe you if you tell them the truth
because in some cases it can be ten times more incredible than the
wildest of dreams.




Alexia

I met a lady in Spain. It happened a year later when I was on holiday
with my Mum and Dad - no brothers or sisters - I'm an only child - and
we were having our evening meal in the hotel dining room. I was bored
with the food to be honest, I had a plateful of bony fish and was
toying around with it on the end of my fork when I looked up and saw a
dark haired woman watching me from the table behind my parents. She
smiled as I met her eyes and twinkled as I stopped sulking and stared
back. Mum and Dad were both just thirty and she looked a little older
than them, though not much, so I guess she was in her mid thirties.
Her hair was black like a Spanish dancers and hung long and silky past
her lightly tanned shoulders. Her face was long and sensual with high
cheekbones and full generous lips, while her eyes were simply
gorgeous. I'd never seen any as large and penetrating before, she
looked so vital and full of living that I must have gawped with my
mouth open because she gave me a mischievous wink and I noticed the
laughter lines spreading from her eyes. I felt my face heating up like
a stove and suddenly felt uncontrollably embarrassed as I turned away
and tried to force a fork full of fish into my mouth but only
succeeded in catching my tongue with the point of the tine.

"Ouch!"

"Are you alright Hazel?" My Mother exclaimed.

"Ohh, my tongue." I complained near to tears.

"Tsk..Well that's a lesson to you." She hissed unsympathetically.
"Stop playing with your food and eat it properly."

Dad was watching me with a look of concern on his face.

"Are you alright Hazel? You're not feeling unwell are you love?"

Good old Dad, I knew he'd be on my side, he always was, especially if
Mum was giving me a hard time as she sometimes did.

. "Yes Dad I'm fine." I nodded. "I just slipped with the fork, I'll be
okay."

I had a drink of orange juice and tried to eat my dinner without
further incident, even though I was burning to look at the mysterious
lady again. She was drawing me like a magnet, and I couldn't stop
myself from raising my burning eyes and looking past Mum's shoulder to
see her. There she was with the wine glass tipped to her lips. What
luxurious olive skin she had, I loved her flesh and the way the low
cut dress hinted at her shapely breasts. She was the answer to all of
my lesbian fantasies, even Mrs Robertshaw palled into insignificance
next to her exuberance and beauty. Just then she put her glass down
and looked straight at me. I tried to turn away in time but I knew
she's seen me staring at her. I looked at my glass of orange and
practically grabbed it as though it was a lifeline and I was drowning.
Which I was!

"Hazel. Don't gulp it like that you'll give yourself hiccups if you
aren't careful" Mum warned.

"Well I think she's too thirsty." Said Dad looking at me worriedly.
"I'm practically sure she's under the weather."

I ceased my slurping and put down the glass.

"Both of you stop it. I'm just the same as always there's nothing up
with me. Really..there isn't." I insisted tiredly.

Oh what was wrong with me anyway? Why was she doing this to me? What
was so special about the woman anyway? I looked up at her again
without even knowing I was doing it and found her staring steadily
into my eyes. I couldn't look away this time; I was like a rabbit in
headlights, held by those beautiful eyes. When she was sure I wouldn't
look away again, she nodded towards the side of the room and I
followed her gaze towards the direction of the toilets. She pushed her
chair away from the table and stood up, nodding in their direction for
me to follow.

"I'm just going to the loo." I blurted as I rose hurriedly from the
table to the sound of murmuring from my parents. I felt sick in the
stomach and giddy with excitement as I followed the graceful steps of
the tall shapely lady. We left the bustle of the dining room behind us
as we trod along the shiny polished floor of the hallway, with its
fragrant smelling plants lining the walls in large earthenware pots.
Then we passed through a doorway that led into a small antechamber
outside the toilets, where she stopped and smiled at me.

"You are English yes?"

I smiled back at the dazzling woman and replied as confidently as I
could that yes, indeed I was, and my name was Hazel.

"Ahhh Hazel. What a beautiful name." She sang in her musical accent.
"My name is Alexia and I am French as you may guess.

I felt my senses lift as I drank in the sound of her voice and
breathed in her fragrant perfume. She was so physical a person, that's
the best way I can describe her as I allowed myself to fall in love
and dare to hope that she liked me as well.  She answered that by
leading me by the hand into the washroom. We stopped next to the hand
basins and I cast a glance at myself in the mirror. My hair was long
and golden and hung down my back in a loose swathe. I was of medium
height although perhaps a little on the slim side, and my chest was
still a little flat beneath my flowered tank top. Beneath that my bare
flesh with its neat belly button looked inviting, while my trim waist,
gripped by a pair of red hipsters that flared out along the length of
my colt like legs, looked good as well. Sparkling green eyes lined by
long dark eyelashes stared back, and a scattering of freckles along
the bridge of my nose and cheeks helped to give my face a doll like
quality. I suppose I looked the kind of girl everyone wants to put his
or her arms around to protect. I stared at myself hoping I was good
enough for her and felt pleased with myself when I noticed her
watching me appreciatingly through the glass. I was very pretty.

"You are beautiful." She whispered bringing her lips to my ear and
kissing it. I find you very attractive. Do you mind that? Do you
perhaps think me so as well."?

"You're beautiful. Can I kiss you?" I blurted quite foolishly.

She gave a squeal of delight and pressed a hand to her mouth.

"Oh but that would be such a naughty thing. Alas I fear it would be to
dangerous for us, I only brought you here so we could talk, but I can
see you are impatient for more than..."

She mad a crocodile jaws motion with her hand to indicate a mouth
opening and closing.

"Come and see me tomorrow." She said happily. 

I was full of boldness just then, more than I'd ever been in my short
life. I believe I had a higher sex drive than most girls of my age and
while they were dreaming of romance - thanks to my illicit experiments
in the garage with Lottie, and then the discovery of the lesbian
magazines with their explicit fetishes - I expected more than just
holding hands. I was different, I knew that suddenly, and I somehow
knew I was entering a world I would be at home in. I guessed this was
all about sex, at least I hoped so. Why else would she ask me here and
then invite me to her room? With that in mind I went and did something
totally outrageous. As though I was looking down on my own body, I saw
myself reaching out and placing my hand beneath her satin evening
dress and then resting it against the top of her thigh.

"Please be my teacher. I will do anything you ask." I whispered as
seductively as I knew how for a girl just in her teens, before holding
my breath and waiting for her reaction.

Her eyes widened slightly and her gaze took in the sight of my hidden
hand, then she covered it with hers and moved it higher up to rest it
briefly against her covered mound, before pulling it back again.

"Indeed I believe you Hazel. You shall spend the whole day with me and
I shall be your willing teacher."

I let my out my breath with a sigh of relief, I couldn't believe my
own, nerve nor the effect it had had.

"What are you going to tell to your parents little bird?" She asked.

The answer was there before she had finished the sentence.  Dad had
been worried I wasn't feeling well, especially as we were supposed to
be going on an organised trip of the island tomorrow. He didn't want
me to feel unwell for that. What if I said I was under the weather?
Not too sick that they'd have to say behind and look after to me
though, that's the last thing I wanted. I'd tell them to go without
me, and I'd have a quiet day by the pool instead. I knew it would
work, they were both so looking forward to seeing the rest of the
island, and they knew no harm would come to me in the grounds of the
hotel. My face flooded with warmth as I answered her steady gaze, her
hair hung down near my eyes as she bent forward towards me, and I ran
my hand through its dark wavy tresses as I answered.

"I'm going to be too unwell to go with them tomorrow morning. I'll
tell them that I'm staying in the hotel instead."

Her eyes were alight with promise as she grasped my hand and held it
to her hair.

"This is a fortunate meeting I think. You must go back now and I will
be waiting for you tomorrow."

She gave me her room number and then kissed me on the nose and left.






Part. 2


It was around nine-thirty the next morning as I waved bye-bye to my
parents in my pink bikini. I sat up from the sun lounger which was
near the pool but still in the shade. They'd believed me whole
heartedly when I told them I wasn't feeling too well and were
reluctant to leave me alone at first until I convinced them I'd be
okay.

I watched the tour bus pulling out of the hotel compound, dwindling
into the distance, sending clouds of dust billowing out from the
scorching roadway, and then took the straw hat off my head and placed
it on top of the lounger. I skipped into the hotel building with my
heart pounded in my ribs as I headed across the cool marble foyer
towards the lifts. The door opened straight away when I pressed the
button, so I jumped in and pressed the consol for the second floor,
memorising her room number as I climbed up. I was trying to get out
even before the door slid open, feeling alive and brimming with need
and unable to fight back my surging desire. Then suddenly I was there,
standing before her door half naked but for the small bikini covering
my smooth child's flesh. I knocked twice, soft knocks that had meant
to be louder, only for some reason the door seemed strangely human to
me all of a sudden and I was afraid to upset it too much with my ham
fisted hammering.

"Good morning." 

I flinched as she opened the door. She was dressed only in a pale silk
nightgown tied at the waist with a loose sash. I couldn't help myself
staring as I compared the lavish display of shapely olive flesh
against the white material. She couldn't help a smile of satisfaction
whipping across her lovely features as she stood aside to allow me in.
A light airy room greeted me, along with the delicate fragrance of
body oil and sweet jasmine. It was larger than our family room; she
would have had to be well off to afford this kind of style. The double
bed looked huge with its white cotton sheet thrown back at an angle,
all crisp and ready for the next night's sleep. A dressing table made
from light coloured wood stood against the wall facing the bed, it had
an array of cosmetics and perfumes lined up neatly beneath the mirror.
There was even a photo of someone who I didn't manage to get a proper
look at, I think it was a middle-aged man but I couldn't be sure. She
must have followed my gaze because she walked over to it and placed it
in a draw. I frowned and wondered why she was here by herself. A woman
alone abroad, it's almost a clich�, maybe she was divorced and had no
one in her life, but then why the photo on the dresser?

"Ah, it's so refreshing to be alone sometimes don't you think? You can
have so many adventures by yourself." She said with a smile as though
reading my thoughts. "So you told your Mamma and Papa you are unwell,
yes?"

"Yes everything's fine." I assured her.

"How long do we have before they arrive back?" She asked walking over
to the bed.

"Oh, about five in the afternoon the tour guide said." I answered
feeling apprehensive now, but excited by the questions implications.

"All day then." She said sounding pleased. "Good."

My eyes widened as she pulled the sash of her gown and swept it off
her shoulders to reveal her buttery breasts. It dropped to the floor
in a puddle as I stared spell bound at the magnificent naked woman
before me. Her breasts were long and pear shaped, with nipples
sprouting out from large brown aerolas. My gave travelled down to her
flat stomach and neat vee of trimmed black hair, while lower still her
wide hips and full fleshy thighs led down to a pair of long well toned
legs. Amused at the expression of my face she turned around in a slow
pirouette and presented me with a view of her buttocks. They were
round and firm, and looked surprisingly full to my young eyes. It was
the first time I'd seen a grown woman's ass; the pictures in the
magazine were only printed paper, and were nothing like the luscious
globes with their dark tight valley in-between that now faced me.

"You like?" She asked with a saucily grin over her shoulder.

I liked very much indeed. I felt like pinching myself in case I was
dreaming and this was one of my over imaginative fantasies. I must
have crossed my fingers without thinking because she laughed when she
saw me do it, a low throaty laugh followed by a toss of her head and a
wave of cascading black hair.

"I can see you like." She said turning round. "There's no need to
cross your fingers Hazel, it's all very real."

I finally found my voice, feeling foolish for my gaping immobility, I
managed to smile as I nodded.

"Yes I like Alexia." I said feeling a little better for using her
name. "You are beautiful. I couldn't help crossing my fingers, I guess
I was scared I'd wake up and you wouldn't be here standing before me
so marvellous so...so naked." My voice dried up as ran out of words to
describe my feelings, that and the prickling of excitement that rose
up and overwhelmed my whole body.

"You are so sweet." She said kindly before sprawling back on the bed
with swinging breasts. Then she lay back and propped herself up on her
elbows with her eyes roamed lecherously over my near naked body,
although it became clear, with her next sentence, that I wasn't naked
enough.  "But you are still dressed." She said with a petulant pout to
her voice "Be even sweeter and take off your bikini, then come and lay
next to me on the bed."

Her legs parted slowly to reveal the wrinkled flaps of her glistening
labia.

"I will be a good teacher, I hope you are going to be a good pupil!" 

I saw a movement from the corner of my vision and watched entranced as
her nipples began to rise up from her busoms like angry spear points.

It was going to be interesting!

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