Jacques Devereaux's thoughts went back to the evening which had resulted in the g-string problem and chuckled to himself. It was quite funny in retrospect, but potentially pretty serious at the time. He had invited a young male Spanish client over for dinner one evening and there was just the three of them. He had placed Elise at the head of the table, himself to her right and their guest to her left so she would be between them both, and also it would be easier for Jacques to talk to Miguel face-to-face. Elise, bored as usual with their business talk, and far more interested in her guest, was amusing herself by playing footsie with Miguel. She had slipped off her left mule and was running her bare toes up and down his right calf under his trouser leg, all the time nodding sweetly at the two men as they exchanged stories. Miguel was clearly not listening to Jacques very much towards the end of the meal, and made a couple of minor gaffes, which amused Elise and initially puzzled Jacques, but he shot a quizzical glance at Elise, and realised from her coquettish look and quick smile that she was up to something. Lisa, the Filipino maid, kept popping in and out with the food, and she too caught the atmosphere of something a-foot.
Immediately after the meal, Jacques excused himself and retired to his study "to await a long-distance call from Beijing". Jacques, suspecting, nay hoping for some romantic fun, flipped on the viewing system for the lounge and sat back.
Immediately after Jacques left, Elise rose and, offering her hand to Miguel, and led him over towards a large comfortable armchair in the lounge area adjacent to the dining area, separated only by a single step down. As she turned to sit, Miguel dropped to one knee. Slipping off her left mule again he commenced to kiss the foot that had so turned him on only minutes before. The kissing continued up her calf with such intensity that Elise delightedly found herself drawn irresistibly into the energy of this young, dark, handsome youth. She found herself unconsciously sliding forward to receive more of his attentions.
Jacques, now seated at his L-shaped desk, swung his high-back office chair round to the right, his back towards the door, to view the massive overhead monitor located above the tail of the L, which he now selected to the lounge. He then selected on the one screen the four lounge cameras nearest to the armchair. The ones at each side of the lounge were out of range of the optical zoom but still quite reasonably acceptable on the digital zoom. The two overhead cameras, however, were positioned perfectly and Jacques adjusted the tilt and zoomed-in carefully on the space between the pair. He flicked the switch to set the open-reel tape deck running. Now he looked back up with satisfaction at the screen divided into four, one quarter for each camera. He stiffened somewhat then smiled in anticipation as he saw Miguel kneeling and looking upwards at Elise's face, searching for approval, as he continued his romantic foray towards his goal between her milky white thighs.
Elise, completely relaxed and smiling softly down on Miguel, casually slipped off her right mule and lifted her right leg up, positioning her heel on his left shoulder. As she did so, her long floral wraparound skirt, clipped at the left, slid away to the right exposing the deep yellow vee-patch of the front of her thong. Miguel gazed down at the beauty now suddenly exposed before him, and so close to his lips. Her pubic mound was smooth and convex, rounded and firmly delineated against the thong, with the classic vertical depression camel-toe clearly outlined. Miguel looked up quickly at Elise and saw rather than heard her whisper "Yesss". Realising he had now been given full clearance he swiftly but gently lifted the remaining leg of Elise onto his right shoulder. Now, sliding his hands under her buttocks, he continued his caressing of Elise's succulent inner thighs until his lips came up hard against her thong. As his tongue rasped over the precious yellow triangle, tasting and smelling the mixed fragrances, he reached down and quickly loosened his belt, then unzipped rapidly letting his pants slip quickly to the floor as he rose. Quickly he rolled back his Y-fronts to release seven inches of hard thick muscle, dark red and very much ready for action.
Elise gazed up at her newfound prize, noticing that it had a very pronounced upward curve and felt a butterfly twinge in her stomach and momentary dizziness at the anticipation of this awesome rod about to fully penetrate her vagina. That was followed immediately by a warm fluid sensation in her lower tummy, which made a dark vertical stain on her thong, clearly marking the focal point. Elise now quickly reached over to her left with her right hand and unhooked her skirt letting it now finally fall completely away. "That curve", she thought, " He is going to go straight to my G-spot. Oh my God"
Jacques could not take his eyes off the screen now showing in graphic detail the adventure unfolding before his eyes. He felt his manhood starting to throb and push against his trousers. Never taking his eyes off the screen for a moment he slackened his belt, unzipped and eased out his throbbing cock, then commenced to slowly massage it up and down as he watched the gripping action in the lounge. His dream of action was coming true...
Elise reached down with her left hand and hooked her finger into the right side of her thong, moving it aside and exposing the flushed lips of her pussy surrounded by masses of short straight black hair. Miguel gasped and paused momentarily at the sight of this exceptional and awesome female creation. Regaining his composure somewhat but with heart pounding he quickly worked the head of his cock into the labia with small circular movements, and then pushed firmly, sliding smoothly deep inside her welcoming cunt. Elise now crossed her arms and lifted her body-tube up and over her full firm breasts, which now tumbled into sight, bra-less, showing her long erect protruding nipples, and large brown areolas, typical of her Chinese origin.
Jacques was watching the screen intently and enjoying himself immensely, so much so that he was taken completely aback when he heard a small cough near his elbow. Cock in hand he swung half around, and to his intense relief found Lisa looking with wide-eyed interest at the screen above them.
Lisa was already rubbing and fingering herself between her legs, under her short skirt and giggled as she glanced down at the discomfiture of Jacques. Lisa then quickly dropped to her knees and took charge of Jacques' headache between her small but full lips.
Back in the lounge, Miguel now placed his hands firmly on the shoulders of Elise and commenced to fuck. Boy could he fuck. Miguel fucked with long, slow, smooth strokes followed by intense short fast bursts with his hands on her hips, which brought Elise to wave after wave of orgasm. During the slow scenes, Miguel sucked long and hard on her firm, long protruding nipples, alternating with aggressive French tongue kissing which drove Elise wild.
Lisa and Jacques watched in awed silence at the incredibly hot scene being enacted in the lounge. Eventually Lisa could stand it no longer and stood up only to wriggle up onto Jacques' desk bringing her legs up also onto the desk in a big capital M. Her short flared maid's skirt fell back over her thighs.
