What's an au pair? When a young woman wants to learn a foreign language, she can find a family where she can live and perform general house duties, and look after the younger members of the family in return for accommodation and food. My childhood was comfortable and trouble free, being nursed and pampered with a succession of young ladies. As it happened, our last au pair girl came to us from France to learn English. She was around 19 years old, with shoulder length auburn hair in ringlets, a soft milky complexion with dark chestnut smouldering eyes. She was lovely and tried her best to speak English without her strong French accent. At the time, I was 18 and was well beyond the need of an au pair, and I spoke French like a schoolboy. We would chat and use sign language when we ran out of words. I'll call her Angelique, although that is not her real name.
She had few friends in our area, and was lonely during her leisure time. We would talk, listen to music in my bedroom, and drink cheap wine from the local supermarket. Occasionally, I would "borrow" a bottle of decent Beaujolais from Dad's wine cupboard as I think Angelique was insulted by the cheap plonk that my pocket money could afford. We enjoyed each others company and gradually became close friends. We would lie on my bed; listen to classical music on my stereo and just chill together. One evening, we fell silent, looked deep into each others eyes, and moving closer together until our noses touched, we kissed. I had kissed girls before, and had a good idea of how it felt; but this was completely different. Her yielding lips melted effortlessly into mine, and I drifted into her body. It was gentle, sweet, arousing and erotic. After a few minutes of dry kissing, she gently licked my lips with the tip of her tongue. She was obviously more experienced that I was, but she had the good grace to teach me instead of just making fun of me. I returned the compliment and explored the inside of her mouth as our kiss developed. I held her head and she held my shoulders and ran her hands across my back. I had an erection and she could feel it through our clothing as I rolled on top of her. As we kissed and our breathing became heavier, she raised her hips to increase the pressure on my groin. It felt wonderful.
I took a chance and shuffled off and alongside her so I could touch her slim body. I started at her waist but only succeeded in making her laugh. There's a time and a place for tickling, and this was neither. I can still remember the soft silk blouse she wore, tucked loosely into her velvet jeans. I recall the line and curve of her breasts, a small handful but large enough to be plenty for me, and pert, tight and firm with small nipples that were hard and rubbery. Her breasts were sensitive, and her bra was quickly removed to allow easier access. I think she helped me with the hooks. My hands were novices at the task. I held her breasts in my hands and closed my eyes to memorise her gorgeous shape. I was too timid to move my hands and she covered them with hers and showed me how to caress her. I was entranced as she gently brought my head down to kiss her nipples and suck them. I can still recall the soft, womanly scent of freshly washed skin. It wasn't at all soapy, it was just beautifully feminine. I nuzzled her and kissed and licked her youthful body.
Both of us wanted more, but I didn't know what to do. I tried to relax and let my instincts take over. Her hands wandered down my body and ran around the outline of my stiff cock. She seemed pleased as a wry smile crept over her face. I pushed myself into her hand and she began to undo my belt and open the top of my jeans. Over the strains of Bach's Brandenburg Concerto in G, I heard and felt the unmistakable sound of my zip being lowered. Seconds later, her petite hand snaked into the waistband of my underwear and held my erect penis. I was in heaven, and tried to keep calm. I knew about cumming, and I knew the feelings deep in the pit of my body that signalled the imminent arrival of a tablespoonful of spunk.
She grasped me firmly and looked into my eyes as she said, "Cher, tu veut que je te faire une pompe?" I had NO IDEA what she asked... but it sounded like it would be good, so I simply nodded and smiled. She took my hand away from her body, reached down and fully undid my jeans and underwear and allowed me the freedom to shuffle out of them.
The next thing I knew my cock sunk into her hot mouth. Needless to say, I hadn't felt anything like it and she sucked me and licked around my sensitive head. As her tongue swirled around my budding manhood, the underside of my cock tingled and I felt my young balls pulse and twitch. Both of us knew what was about to happen. As the young Frenchwoman worked on my cock, I ran my fingers through her hair and held her head gently but firmly against my body. Her nose breathed in the musk around my pubic hair - thank heaven I had already had my shower that morning - and she held her breath to concentrate on sucking my hot spunk from my erupting cock. My eyes were closed, my panting breath caught in my throat as my orgasm overtook me. I clenched my buttocks and directed every ounce of energy into my bucking cock that filled her greedy mouth.
As I came, I noticed that her right hand had sneaked down to rub her molten pussy. I could detect her fresh and lovely scent. She let me finish and come down as she cleaned me up. Our eyes made contact and as she sexily wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her sultry eyes invited me to share her body. I remember the feel of my fingers on her velvet trousers and the sound of her zipper as I pulled it down, gently but surely. I recall her panties were functional cotton, not the erotic silk of her blouse, or the feminine lace of her bra. I reached in to feel her warm pussy and its light covering of soft hair. As I became bolder, I ran my index finger along her lips and felt her warm moisture... lush, inviting and erotic. My slickly coated fingers slid in and out of her waiting pussy, and she moaned with delight. I sank my fingers up to my knuckles and pounded into her forcefully. She winced with discomfort and asked me to be gentle. She grasped my wrist and showed me how to touch her. She guided my fingers to her clitoris and whilst I was an eager student, she had to remind me of its location until my fingers found their own way to the centre of her pleasure, as if by magic. I must admit that I did not recognise her orgasm when it came. I just thought she had a cramp in her leg as her body stiffened and shuddered. But when she thanked me, I cottoned on to the idea that I had done well. But she wanted more, and so did I.
