Marine had been invited to a cocktail at her friend Kira's house in the East of France. Kira was offering it to celebrate her return from her last travel to India. Their hostess had invited all her friends, men and women. She had prepared gifts for everyone. Marine had been given a saree. She was wondering how to wear it. Kira could have offered her a manual. At least, it would look splendid as a plaid on her sofa.
Kira had a very unusual house with a shrine at the entrance with Indian gods and goddesses statues. There were representations of Ganesh, the elephant god and Lakshmi and a few other ones she didn't know the name of. Although being a christian, Kira made daily offerings of flowers and prayers to these pagan gods. Marine had been shocked to discover her friend worshiping idols but she had realized soon after that her friend was the same one she had known for so many years and not the prey of some weird sect.
Peter, one of their common friends brought back a third Tequila Sunrise. He knew that she was especially fond of this cocktail and that she would drink it. She felt already somewhat tipsy already and it was a very pleasant feeling, making her laugh on any joke. That did not prevent her to sip this glass she had been so kindly given. She was sufficiently aware that she could not drive in such a state and that she did not want to call for the help of her husband in such circumstances. He hated such events and had cowardly delegated her this time, just advising her to restrain herself to a single glass of tequila. She had not followed his advice.
Peter noticed her hesitations : she was playing with her car keys, ostensibly unsure of herself. He proposed to give her a lift. She was on two minds about it : on one side, Peter had often had dinner with her and her husband but on the other side, he was deeply in love with her. Whenever they met, even in a commercial mall, he always brushed against her, ostensibly accidentally but these close encounters always concerned her breasts, her back, her bottom or her thighs always displayed by the short skirts she often sported to exhibit her long lithe legs.
Thinking back to the patient approach exertions of Peter had an immediate turn on effect on her that would have immensely pleased Peter, had he been aware of it. Her cunt was soon on fire and desperately wet together. She had to acknowledge that Peter was handsome and strong with a gorgeous athletic figure, just the opposite of her own husband. If he had been bold enough to really flirt with her, she would never have pushed him away and he would have been her lover for long. But he had neven dared take the first step and neither she did. This evening, alcohol had lowered her inhibitions and only her own deep shyness prevented her from jumping in his arms.
Marine accepted his kind proposition, wishing secretly that he would jump on the opportunity she was offering him. Maybe her present tipsiness was in fact an unvoluntary move to place herself at his mercy. So the was terribly disappointed when he stopped his car at about one hundred yards from her home without even trying to touch her. There were road works in her street and he couldn't go nearer. Her cunt was still on fire, aching to be caressed. She was really oozing fluids from her love tunnel, her panty was soaked and the odor of woman in love should have reached his nostrils. She just grazed his lips with hers. Peter seemed surprised by her gesture. It was his turn to regret what could have been. She walked away with a wide wave of the hand.
These damn works were very long : nearly three weeks. She just hoped they would be finished soon. Thet were restoring a few old buildings, three hundred years old. They had been deemed sufficiently interesting to be rehabilitated. A few were already occupied by new tenants.
A car passed in the street and splashed dirty water on her. She screamed in surprise and dismay. At that instant, she felt a hand gripping hers and drawing her under a porch. She was still too drunk to really resist. A man was drawing decidedly her inside. That was what she had expected from Peter but it was a stranger that was fulfilling her fantasy. In her mind scrambled by alcohol, everything was garbled : Peter, her husband, this stranger. Had she been abducted or was she meeting her new lover of her own free will?
The stranger led her up the stairs to the top floor, just under the roof. He opened the door and pulled her inside before switching on the light. He had not emitted a single word. He stayed mute, just indicating a door. She went in without any question. It was his bedroom. She tried to pull back but he was standing just behind her. With a simple jerk of his hips, he pushed her in. She turned toward him with their faces just a couple of inches apart. He was somewhat taller than herself but she had put on these new shoes with compensated heels of five inches. He may still be four inches taller, far enough to establish some ascendancy on her.
Marine opened her mouth to protest or to scream for help but nothing occured as the man bent down and took her mouth, pushing his tongue into her mouth in the same move. Nobody had ever kissed her that deeply even when she was experimenting with other students or when she was fianced to her future husband who was maybe as shy as herself. She loved the feeling and especially the heat in her internal organs that have become dripping with her love juices.
Marine was still unquiet : nobody knew where she was and evenmore, nobody at this late hour has seen her smuggled into that house a short distance from her home. The man could do her anything he wished. He was certainly the only tenant in the house and calling for help would certainly be pointless.
The man pushed her on slowly but firmly toward the bed. She could not pretend any longer that she was opposing him only token resistance. She wanted to convince herself that she was about to be raped while everything that happened her belonged to one of her most cherished fantasies : a determined man who would abduct her to his home and would make her totally his, his slave ready to do anything to please him, to be humiliated and perverted.
When her legs came into contact with the bed frame, he stopped pushing her back and began to undress her. He was keeping their mouths tightly joined and his tongue was exploring the deeper recesses. He undid the belt of her trench coat before unbuttoning it slowly. She helped him by swinging her shoulders to let the coat slide to the ground. She was now in her long black cocktail dress. The stranger pushed his hands around her neck and found the zipper of her dress even though it was so well hidden. He appeared to know exactly where to find whatever he was looking for, as if he had uncoated her hundreds of times. He looked for her eyes and when their gazes met, he pulled down very slowly the zipper. Her big and firm breasts had been pushing proudly against the fabric but now with the zipper opening, they were pushing her dress open. Her back was coming into view slowly . She noted he was now gazeind behind her. She understood that there was a mirror behind her and he was watching her being lewdly unveiled without any resistance.
Was it another effect of the alcohol she had drunk or was excitation taking its toll but she was feeling a warm and sticky liquid oozing from her twat and it was definitely not blood from the smell that was now invading the room.
When the zipper was totally open, the man eased her dress from her shoulders which was not a very difficult task. The dress began soon to fall down, just retained by their bodies tightly pressed against one another. The man pulled back slightly, keeping their mouths in contact. the dress fell to her hips. the man put his hands around her waist and pushed down the fabric. Normally the dress should be taken off by the head but she wasexercising so much that her hips were sufficiently narrow to allow the dress to slip down. It was lucky as he would never have agreed their hungry mouths to be parted. If it had been necessary, that brand new dress coming straight from Dior boutique in Paris would have been the victim of their encounter. Marine would have gone back home naked under her coat as the man had already decided she would.
