More about Marianne's First Weekend
Sunday. I felt a cold body entering my bed. A look at the phone clock - 8 a.m. I heard Marianne's voice: "I came earlier. I thought half an hour was a short time to cuddle. Besides, I felt alone in that big room."
I turned aside and pulled my knees up. Marianne sat her cold ass on my lap and sighed. I caressed her. First the head, then the neck and shoulders, finally her back for a long time.
I had been delaying as much as possible going to the bathroom, but now I had to. As quickly as possible. I took the opportunity to turn on the heating. I got back in bed and got stuck in Marianne's back. Her now hot ass after the relief and the cold air caused me a monumental erection. It wasn't morning wood, it was morning steel.
I took a condom that was on the bedside table and put it on. I pulled Marianne's pajamas's pants and panties down until her ass showed up, stuffed my phallus to her crevice and rubbed her until she was completely wet.
I pulled my hip back until my penis was in her vagina's entrance and pushed. She squealed and said: "Oh, Michael! Fuck! It's bigger... Oh! I'm sorry for the "f" word."
Despite what she was saying, Marianne pushed her ass back until my penis was completely buried in her vagina.
When I was able to speak again, I told her in an unconvincing tone: "Young lady, I'll have to punish you. Later. The rules are clear. No scurrilities or invocations of sacred names."
I don't even know if she heard, so busy she was pushing back sticking and pulling my penis. MMM, UUM, were the only sounds she produced.
I put my hand under her pajama shirt, placed my palms on her breasts and rubbed her nipples in rotating motion. Without changing the pace she became increasingly wet as she entered an intense but serene orgasm, as a great wave without crest.
Marianne unplugged us and I noticed we were both sweaty because I had turned the heater on too hot. She moved to keep her face next to my penis and started licking her own fluids from my testicles. Then she ran her tongue along it and tried to put my glans into her mouth.
"Oh Michael! Fuck! It's so big that I can't get it in my mouth. Yes, I know I'll be punished," she said laughing.
I needed the relief, but I looked to the watch and suddenly got up saying, "Let's go. We must have breakfast. Go get dressed. I'll wait for you downstairs."
I entered the breakfast room, which was empty with the exception of a girl with an apron over a pleated short skirt, short hair and a very beautiful smile, next to the support table. I realized that she stared to the area of my groin because of the erection that I couldn't hide.
I sat down and she approached.
"Coffee, milk, chocolate?"
"Yes" I answered.
She looked at me for a few seconds and replied laughing: "Oh, yeah. You were supposed to choose, but it's all right, I'll bring everything.
Nor is it worth asking if you want brioche or croissant, butter or cheese, and so on."
She hesitated two seconds and added, "If you need anything else just ask, please. I'm on duty until noon."
Marianne, who had arrived in the meantime said with a smile: "What if we need anything after noon, what can we do?" And after a moment she added, "For me the same as for him, please."
The girl stepped back surprised and confused, and blushed intensely. She looked at Marianne, who kept smiling at her, and I realized that an immediate attraction had happened between the two young women.
I thought, *How does Marianne do that?*
"Yes, of course, ma'am. I'll be right back."
She went to pick up (literally) everything for our breakfast and disappeared into the kitchen. Marianne immediately devoured two brioches with cheese.
After five minutes the waitress appeared again, came to our table and asked, "Is everything good? If you want anything else, just say it."
She dropped a business card on the table, and before she left again she said in a low voice: "As you see there's not much to do here this time of the year, so I'm available most of the time."
Marianne took the card and read it out loud.
"Violet _____
Physiotherapist, graduate
Therapeutic and recovery massages
By appointment
Phone: xxx xxx xxx"
Ten o'clock in the morning. The day was sunny. Marianne and I ran to the north beach in our surfing suits (wetties). The waves were not too high, about five feet, but the sets looked good. I found a quiet entrance zone and signalled Marianne to come with me.
We rowed to the line and entered (lined up). We sat on our boards waiting for our turn. The sets were excellent (off the hook) and shortly after we were at the starting place. I signalled Marianne to get up (pop-up), but she remained with her belly on the board. Another wave, another sign and she didn't get up.
I bypassed her board to the opposite side and got up very close to the crest (peak) of the fourth wave of the set. I leaned forward from the power zone (pocket) to the low (shoulder). The wave was good and took me almost to the beach.
I turned back immediately concerned to see where Marianne was. She was still at the same place and was being overtaken by the other surfers with no problems.
I heard a female voice behind me, asking, "What's wrong with her?"
It was the voice of one of two girls coming near.
"I don't know. I think she's blocked. She hasn't surfed in a while."
"Leave it with us. Send her back on the line."
I franticly waved to Marianne pointing to the left until she began to paddle behind other surfers to the beginning of the line. She got there more or less at the same time as the other two girls. They stood one on each side of Marianne, sat on the boards and talked. When they arrived at the start point there was also coming a good set of waves.
The front girl pointed back, said something to Marianne and got up on the first wave of the set. Marianne also looked back, let the second wave of the set pass, the girl who was behind her on the line shouted something, and Marianne got up on the third wave. She made a clean surf with two directional changes (cutbacks) to gain more momentum. I approached the place where she was going to get out, close to where the first girl was already.
"She's a good surfer, she was only a little afraid. You want us to stay with her longer?"
"Yes, please. Thank you very much for your help," I replied.
Marianne got of the board and gave me a hug, happy as a puppy.
"Stay with them," I told her, and I went running to get into the water again.
It was noon when, tired, I decided it was enough surfing.
I waved to Marianne and pointed to the beach bar. She was almost on the starting position, popped-up and made an impeccable run to the place where I was. She came to me with the excited and happy look that surfers designate as being 'stoked'.
She jumped off the board already on the 'white water' and asked me to wait. Right behind her came the two girls who had been with her. They hugged, laughed, and one of the girls screamed at me, "You have to bring her more often."
Marianne and I went to Paul's bar and sat in the sun, drying out. Paul came out and asked, "What do you want to drink?"
Marianne had her eyes still closed and I ordered two Piña Colada.
Paul picked them up and said while he served: "You have to come more often. You don't surf too bad for a guy at the end of the expiration date. I just don't understand how you can balance with that counterweight."
I had come a little behind Marianne and her little wavy ass had grown my penis.
Marianne had returned to earth meanwhile and answered Paul, "He's used to it."
"Oh! And the girl has a sense of humor," Paul said laughing. "You have to tell me where you found her."
"I didn't, she found me," I answered.
It was Marianne's turn to laugh.
Marianne and I went back to the inn, washed the boards in the inner courtyard, went up to my room and got under the shower.
We stripped the surf suits and washed each other. This caused me again a monumental boner. Marianne tried fellatio again, but she couldn't get my penis in her mouth. Angry, she started rubbing my penis hard, but I grabbed her hand and stopped her.
We dried each other and went to the room. I lay on my back on the bed and didn't took long for Marianne to ride me. With such eagerness that three or four minutes were enough for her to have an orgasm.
Which was good, because we had to go out for lunch at a colleague's house who had a weekend home in a holiday village nearby. When he knew (I don't know how) that I was going to be around at that time he invited me to a Sunday barbecue at his house.
Of course, I knew that the invitation was intended essentially to feed the tittle-tattle, but if I had refused it would be even worse. Officially, I was acting as a surf instructor and Marianne was a promising young surfer. (In fact Paul had told me that on Saturday someone had been at his bar trying to get information about me and Marianne.)
Marianne took some time to dress herself - which wouldn't hurt because everyone was gonna be at least half an hour late. I had previously warned her about the issue and described the kind of women she would find.
When she appeared I admired the tact and the good taste of her choices. She was apparently dressed informally, but the 'rags' were all of expensive and exclusive brands, from the sneakers to the vest - which seemed to be part of the wardrobe of a movie.
Lunch went well. With the men Marianne played the role of a rich silly girl, which completely disarms them. With the women she led the conversation to the clothes and fashion props, which was working.
There was only one moment when Marianne pulled her hair around her ear several times, which was the sign of asking for help we had settled. The house owner's wife had managed to catch her alone. I immediately went to help my lady.
I was behind the beast who had taken her hostage, and when I was very close Marianne said: "Oh! But here he is. In the right place, at the right time. There is nothing like the person in question to answer your questions."
My friend's wife, caught by surprise, exclaimed: "Oh, sure. Excuse me for a minute, I have to go inside. I just noticed there's not a single side dish available."
