It was a Friday night, fairly early in the evening in mid spring. There was a knock on the door, which in and of itself is unusual. I mean, I live alone, I am older, 52, and I have a cell phone. I went to the door and peeked out the window. I couldn't see well, but it looked like a young girl. I opened the door. "Hello?"
"Bonjour, monsieur. I do not know if you remember me, but my name is Miri. I was a foreign exchange student some years ago. Your son, Patrick, he took me to the prom." she said with a fairly strong and sexy French accent.
"Oh right, of course. Would you like to come inside?" I asked.
"Oui, I would, merci," she replied. As I recalled, Patrick's date had very little English at the time. But she did have some curves. She seemed to have learned more English.
"May I take your jacket?" I asked and she handed me the light jacket she was wearing, probably due the the expected light rain. She had on a short skirt, light tan leggings, knee high boots and a sleeveless sweater. "May I offer you something to drink? I have cheap, crappy wine or juice or milk or water. I might even have a beer, but I won't vouch for its age since I don't drink."
"Some water would be nice," she said and followed me to the kitchen and leaned against the counter. I grabbed a pair of glasses and went to the fridge dispenser.
"Ice?" I asked, and she nodded. I gave her a glass of ice water and made one for myself. "So, what brings you back to Spokane?" I said as I handed it to her and we moved back to the living room.
"I came to visit the family I stayed with when I was in America. We have been writing for all these years and they are getting older. I got my green card and have come to immigrate. I am deciding where to live." she said, "And I thought I would come and see Patrick, tell him thank you for being my boyfriend. We had a difficult time with language, but he treated me well."
"I am glad to hear that," I said, "You raise a boy to treat women like people and hope they get it. It would be easy to take advantage in that situation," I paused and looked at her, "especially with a woman as beautiful and charming as you," I said as we took seats on the couch. I set down my water then turned to Miri and lifted one leg up the couch and leaned my left arm on the back.
"You are too kind," she started.
"I don't think so," I said interrupting, "If I was describing you I would say you have a natural fashion sense, and a fine personal style. You have a hot body, with a lovely butt, sweet legs, and nice breasts. Your dark brown hair is curly but cut to pull a man's eyes to your very, very pretty face. Your makeup is artfully applied, highlighting your lovely cheekbones, gorgeous blue eyes and full red lips." I reached for my glass and took a sip as she digested.
"That sounds very provocative," she said, "I am from France where they would say your were attempting to seduce me."
I loved the way she said provocative in that French accent with the emphasis on the last syllable. "Well, I am from America, and I was as honest as I could be," I said looking at her and speaking frankly, "in an effort to seduce you."
"Monsieur..." she started, looking a bit on the shy side as she cast her eyes downward.
"Call me Eric, and let me explain," I said. I lifted her face with my hand on her chin, "You just told me you had visited to say hello to your friends, the couple you stayed with what, almost ten years ago. You are sentimental and you relate to older people. You stopped by to say hello to Patrick, who is, by the way, out of town on a tour living the life of a musician. That told me you are lonely or looking for a hookup. You are dressed well, not casual, which tells me you want to impress. You said you are deciding where you want to live, so you are searching for something, someplace to belong." I stopped and took another drink and she drank down a good amount of hers as well. I reached out and took her glass and set it on the coffee table. I slid over next to her and put my arm around her, my other hand on her leg.
"You can tell me that I am wrong, that what I am saying is not what you are looking for, and I will listen then say or do no more." but she didn't speak in the pause and I leaned closer, "And I know you don't know me, but you are changing your country, looking for something to hold onto. I am alone, my kids are grown, my wife gone. I have been working on being a better me, physically and mentally and emotionally. I am lonely, and you knock on my door." I slid my hand up her leg and she moved it from crossed on hers to on top of mine. "I find you exceptionally attractive, sexy and desirable. To be clear, I want you, I want you right here, right now. I think you are ready to be loved. I will love you, starting right now if you like, all you must do is simply kiss me." my hand was now only inches from her pussy and her legs were spread enough to allow access. Without hesitation she leaned in and we kissed.
It was only a few moments until she was fighting for more and I was rubbing her damp crotch. "Take me to the bed, cheri," she said, "Make me your woman."
We stood and walked to the stairs. I stopped as she stepped up the first step and turned her to kiss her again. I knelt and unzipped her boots, removing them. My hands slid up her legs to the top of her leggings and I pulled them down. We squeezed them off and I pushed her to the sitting position on the stairs and spread her legs. I rubbed her mons and kissed her thighs, slowly working myself closer until I lapped her labia and probed with my tongue.
"Mon dieu, cheri," she said, "You excite me more than others ever have." I continued, sliding one finger into her pussy until another joined it and I moved to her clit. She moaned and I probed for her G. She jerked and added a breathy, "There, cheri. You have found it." and I attacked with a vengeance. They say it takes a woman four minutes to masturbate using just her fingers and it takes a man eighteen minutes to bring her to orgasm. I consider myself a failure if it takes me four minutes, because I get to use both tongue and fingers. Once I was on her G spot, it took all of two minutes and she was wailing and bucking beneath me as her first orgasm of the night hit her. Because it included clitoral stimulation, it required a break. When she finished cumming and I quit licking up her thick creamy cum, I stood her up and kissed her and we moved the Rest of the way upstairs.
"You taste divine, sweetheart," I said, "I could do that again."
