Sophie woke up with a craving for cheese. She got out of bed and made her way to the kitchen. When she opened the fridge, the cold air turned her nipples into hard, red little nubs. She always slept naked in the summer. To her dismay, there were eggs, fruits, milk, and some leftover chocolate cake in the fridge. Of course she opted for the chocolate cake.
After her sweet breakfast, Sophie showered and tried to get the cheese out of her mind—to no avail. The magazine she picked up had a picture of a slender blonde, eating what looked like a sensuously soft slice of brie on crusty bread. Sophie tossed the magazine aside and sat in front of the TV, only to be assaulted by an ad for those atomic yellow squares that masquerade as cheese.
"Guess it's time for a trip," she said out loud.
She slipped on a summer dress that skimmed over her curves. She loved the way the fluttering hem teased with the threat of exposing her plump ass. Sophie twisted up her red curls into a messy bun, tossed her keys and wallet into her purse, stepped into her shoes, and walked out the door.
Since the stores in her neighborhood only carried, a meager choice of common cheeses, Sophie often took little trips to the Upper East Side. It was much easier there for her to find European treats reminiscent her the childhood she had spent traveling with her bohemian parents. She considered this one of the perks of living in New Jersey.
***
Sophie exited the train, ascended the few steps back to the surface, and walked the two blocks to her favorite cheese shop. She stepped up to the door, pushed, and—nothing happened. She looked up to see a sign which read
'Fermé pour le 14 juillet -- Closed for Holiday'
.
"Ugh," Sophie said aloud, "today's July fourteenth. I should have known they'd be closed."
"Yes, you should have," said a familiar voice behind her.
Sophie turned around. "Jacques? What are you doing here?"
"It's nice to see you too, Sophie."
"Oh, come on, you know I'm happy to see you," she said before hugging him.
Sophie had met Jacques a couple years earlier in Marseilles. Because she had been in her third year of college then, she couldn't spend the year traveling with her parents as she'd been accustomed to. As a result, when the family friends with whom they had been staying had invited Sophie to spend the summer break there as well, she had seized the occasion.
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While her parents were off doing research for their book, Sophie would go enjoy the local beaches. On that particular day, she had been lying on her towel and reading a book when someone spoke.
"C'est intéressant?"
Without looking up, Sophie replied, in French, that the book was so interesting that she would love to be able to read it in peace.
"What a nice accent. Are you American," the stranger asked in just as accented English.
"Yes," Sophie said. She put down her book and looked up at the young man who had just spoken. She instantly liked his mischievous smile.
"I'm Jacques," he said. "And this is my best friend Jean," he added, pointing at the tall guy standing next to him."
"I'm Sophie. Nice to meet you."
The three of them spent the day getting to know each other. Sophie told them about her childhood following her parents on their travel. She learned that Jacques and Jean had grown up together in the Parisian suburbs, and that they were both interning at one of the larger hotels near the beach. Jean's uncle ran a bistro in the States, and the two young Frenchmen had polished their English when they'd visited him there.
Before long, Sophie had become quite friendly with both men, though there was obvious chemistry between her and Jacques. Sophie considered bringing it up a few times, but thought better of it. After all, she would be back in the States soon, and likely never see Jacques again.
***
On Sophie's last evening in Marseilles, the three had a picnic in a quieter corner of the beach. Aside from the occasional groups passing by on their way to the clubs and bars, they were mostly left undisturbed.
One such group stopped, and a man yelled out in French. "Hey Jean! We're going to check out the new bar we were talking about earlier. Are you coming?"
Jean motioned for the man to wait, and then turned back toward Jacques and Sophie. "That's Ahmed. He works in the kitchen with me. Do you guys mind if I go? It'll give you some time alone."
"Well, we don't need time al—"
"Don't be embarrassed, Sophie. Anyway, if the bar's worth it I'll give you guys a call." Having said that, Jean stood, brushed the sand off his pants, and walked up to join Ahmed.
Left alone, Sophie and Jacques remained silent for a few moments before resorting to small talk. After a few awkward pauses, Jacques wrapped his arm around Sophie's shoulders. He looked at her and waited, as if asking for her permission. Sophie wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him so hard he fell back on the blanket.
Sophie straddled Jacques and looked down at him. She giggled at his surprised expression. "Not what you were going for?" she asked.
In lieu of an answer, Jacques pulled her in for another kiss. He was just as eager as she had been, and his hands quickly traveled down Sophie's back and under her dress. He toppled her over, so that he was now straddling her. Sophie paused for a moment, and Jacques seized the opportunity to pull her dress over her head and off of her in once swift movement.
Sophie moved to cover herself, but Jacques was quick to distract her by taking one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked tentatively at first, and then harder as Sophie moaned and arched her back beneath him. While Jacques tongue circled one nipple, his hand mimicked its motion around the other.
The insistent rubbing of Jacques' jeans-clad pelvis was a tease almost too much to bear, and Sophie tugged at the waistband until the button came undone. Through some inelegant contortions, Jacques twisted his way out of his jeans and boxers without letting go of Sophie's breasts. Sophie would have laughed, had she not been focused on the heat building between her legs. She would need him inside her soon.
She wriggled out from under him, and once he lay back, Sophie straddled his knees. She sat up to move her hair out of the way—and saw the small crowd that had stopped to watch. Sophie hesitated as she looked at dozen pair of eyes taking in her naked breasts. Then she swooped down to take Jacques' cock into her mouth.
He groaned. "Sophie," he whispered. "They're watching us."
Sophie continued to suck his cock, and Jacques relaxed, enjoying the view of his flesh disappearing between her lips. Every so often, she would let the head fall free from her mouth, and lick her way back up from the base, before taking him back in.
As soon as Jacques' erection was up to her standards, Sophie stood, turned around, and bent over to remove her damp panties. She tossed them off and sank down on all fours, presenting her ass to Jacques—or perhaps to the crowd. Jacques searched the pile of their discarded clothes for a condom, while Sophie taunted him by wiggling her ass.
Once he'd rolled the condom on, Jacques gripped Sophie's waist, and sank into her pussy. Sophie gasped. Jacques thrust into her hard, making her breasts sway with each push. As Sophie's gasps turned into loud moans, Jacques reached around her torso and pulled until her back rested against his chest. Without slipping out of her, he twisted until he was seated, facing the crowd, with Sophie impaled on his cock.
Jacques lay back, and Sophie rested her hand on his knees as she bounced on his cock. Once she had found her rhythm, Sophie began to rub circles around her clit. The volume of her moans increase in time with her bouncing, until she screamed her climax, her back arched and her chest flushed. She'd been so loud that she was the only one to hear Jacques moan as he came.
