Meanwhile, back in Kincaid's Paris apartment... Michele stripped down the sheets to pay homage to the soft cock of her sleeping lover, which, even when it was flaccid was still an impressive sight. Her stomach was empty, but instead of food, she craved cum, for never in her life had she ever been so desperate to taste the salty spunk. As she sucked in and savored the musky aroma of Kincaid's cock, Michele felt Monique's presence and offered her upturned ass to her lover's African servant girl. As Michele slowly sucked she brought Kincaid's cock to life as he awoke to the erotic sight of his lover and maid in a daisy chain lust, to which he propped himself up on the pillow and enjoyed the spectacle as he ordered both of his women to suck only his cock and balls, after which he planned, after cumming and feeding Michele, to fuck both women in the ass, after which he planned to watch Monique pleasure Michele.
Several hours later, after having fucked Michele senseless, Monique whispered into her ear, "Bon jour, Madame Michele! Or should I say, good afternoon?" as she stood before her with a tray of French toast, coffee, and croissants.
Monique had a knowing smirk on her pretty face as she placed the meal on Michele's lap and then kissed her deeply. The lesson in love that Monique had given Michele had been truly memorable, especially since Michele learned the proper techniques of what Kincaid called the "Art of Lesbos!"
"Good Afternoon my Love," said Kincaid as he came in to the bedroom and kissed Michele, as she sipped on her coffee, on the cheek, and headed toward the bathroom. When he returned, after about 20 minutes, Kincaid was freshly showered and shaved as Michele finished eating her breakfast, or was it now dinner? Either way though Michele was content, full of sexual energy and ready to step out and enjoy the remainder of Paris day, and later, as promised, the Parisian nightlife. It was another hot and humid day in Paris, and Kincaid had special plans for his lovely lady for the evening, but first, he announced, it was time for them to head to the gym, as he stepped back into the bedroom wearing a pair of tight black spandex bicycle shorts and a gray sweatshirt.
"I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of arranging you to meet with a personal trainer at my gym across the river." Kincaid said, as Michele looked at him dumbfounded.
"But Kincaid, why do I need to workout?" asked Michele.
To which Kincaid just smiled and winked at her and said, "Because you must; however, I promise you will not be strenuous on your first day, but believe me you will definitely benefit from having a personal trainer,"
After Michele got up and finished her shower, she found on her bed what Kincaid had chosen to be her "workout clothes."
Michele's eyes got wide as she picked up the outfit, which he laid on the bed, as she said to herself, "You must be joking Kincaid, these are not the workout clothes I am used to wearing!"
The outfit that Kincaid had chosen for Michele to wear to the gym was a one piece sheer white thong backed leotard, the fabric of which molded onto her body, and when wet, became sheer. Kincaid had also had Monique lay out for Michele a pair of white bobby socks and a new pair of white Reeboks.
15 minutes later, as the traffic roared by, instead of being excited and exhilarated, Michele feared that someone might down as they drove in Kincaid's convertible through the center of Paris. Even with the oppressive heat and humidity, Michele felt naked, for the meager clothing that clung to her body still made her feel uncomfortable. The even thinner clothing that was stretched taught over her chest, and exposed her nipples, made her feel completely exposed. Yet, even though Michele felt somewhat humiliated, she also had to admit to herself that wearing the barely there outfit also gave her a thrill - just like Kincaid had hoped it would.
Still Michele had ample reason to be afraid, for the one piece thong workout outfit left little to the imagination. Which she quickly realized as semi truck suddenly pulled along side, at the traffic light, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a man sitting in the cab, as he looked right down on her. Feeling the stares, Michele suddenly made the mistake of glancing up, and in response, the leering men in the truck puckered their lips and gave her a whistle.
Suddenly the red light finally changed and Michele breathed a sigh of relief.
For whatever reason, Michele felt extra embarrassed because, before meeting Kincaid, she had had little experience in showing off her ample chest. Little did she know how truly beautiful her body was until Kincaid had introduced her, in Paris, to the decadence and wonderfulness of being so uninhibited. As the light turned green she heard the roar of the truck engine as the men attempted to accelerate along side. They wanted to look at her again, she knew, because, in the Paris heat, she had a lot for them to look at. Even though Kincaid had purchases her size, she felt the outfit was too small, for the top looked as though it was designed for a girl with half her cup size, as her breasts filled it to overflowing.
The men kept up with them for only a few feet. It was a lucky thing she sat in a Ferrari, which their Renault semi tractor had no chance keeping up with. After shaking loose from the traffic, Kincaid and Michele drove for a long time, about 20 minutes, until they got off the freeway, whereupon Michele noticed that they were in another part of Paris that was unlike the beautiful parts she was familiar with. As they made their way through the dirty streets, Michele noticed that everywhere there was graffiti and garbage. The buildings all were run down and she briefly worried about their safety until finally they pulled up to the front of a dilapidated building that had word "Fitness de Luc" over the steel gated entrance. Kincaid reached in the back and grabbed the gym bag, which he said held their clothes for the evening, and then said to Michele that this was where he went three nights a week to work out and tone the fabulous muscles on his tall and handsome 6-foot-2, 48 year old physique.
The sparsely populated street told Michele that the gym wasn't very popular at dusk. In fact there were several dilapidated cars in a lot next to the building, which only gave a hint as to the type of gym it was inside. This was not an exclusive club for professionals where one could relax after a long day at the office, but rather it was an old fashioned gym that Luc originally used to train immigrant prizefighters from Turkey, and other street toughs, like the gang members who roamed the underworld and provided protection for his, Luc's, lucrative side businesses.
After stopping in front of the gym, Kincaid decided to park the car in the back lot, away from all the other cars, and as far away from the front entrance as possible. Michele had butterflies in her stomach as she worried about the people who might see her when she got out of the car.
"Seriously, what are we doing here?" Michele leaned over and asked with a knowing and fearful curiosity.
"I told you my love, we're going to work out, of course. What else would you do at a gym?"
As Kincaid let out a slight laugh, which Michele did not laugh along with, he then said- "Oh, don't worry my love, it will be fun. Just do what I say, and I promise you'll have a great time."
Michele was afraid to step out of the car, thinking that some slimy gangster or punk might see her. She could almost picture someone walking past her now, giving her a suggestive look or calling her a whore. But, as she looked around and stepped out of the car, all was clear, and no one was within sight. She then got out of the car and quickly and followed a step behind Kincaid. Much to her relief, they did not walk around to the front of the building, but instead went through a back delivery door, just like the one they went through, at Kincaid's apartment, the day of their alley sex session.
