On leaving the cubicle unsure of her feelings, never having, even in her wildest dreams, thought of participating in such a lewd display, first as a voyeuse and then as an unashamed exhibitionist Sarah approached the woman. The Contesse was washing her hands at the same time watching Sarah in the mirror, a smile on her face.
"Cherie, bravo, you have so excited me, the same for you, n'est ce pas?" "Oh Countess" Sarah replied, giving her title in English, "Frankly I do not know what I am feeling."
"Non, non, Countess, pah, my name is Madelaine, s'il tu plait, see I do not use the French 'vous' we must be friends, intimate, very intimate friends, No?" Turning to the younger woman Madelaine drew her closer and looking into her eyes she gently kissed her on the mouth.
Sarah's diffidence fell away, she found herself returning the Frenchwoman's kiss and to her surprise gently pushed her tongue into Madelaine's welcoming mouth. Madelaine reciprocated and their tongues entwined, licking and sucking, Sarah's hand found one of Madelaine's breasts, the nipple already hard. gently but purposefully Madelaine disengaged and quickly taking Sarah's hand made as to leave the Ladies Powder room.
"No wait a moment, I haven't yet washed. Neither have I paid my bill." murmured Sarah but Madelaine took no notice.
"Come cherie, my car awaits us, the bill will be added to my account. You do still wish to come to my apartment, you have no-one waiting?"
Sarah quickly explained about her husband but at the same time eagerly accepted the Frenchwoman's offer, Sarah had not felt so sexually aroused for some time.
Once in the car and driving across Paris, Madelaine took hold of Sarah's left hand and placed it between her thighs.
"Feel me Sarah, please, feel how wet I am." she said opening up her thighs and pulling her skirt high.