Ah, Gaëlle, what a woman! Attractive, intelligent, sexy and, of course, French. In recounting her past adventures to her best friend, she has come to accept and welcome the realization that she is ready to resume and extend her sexual experiences. A chance encounter has re-awakened her burning urge to explore the farthest reaches of her sexuality and her mind is buzzing with possibilities that many women never dream of, let alone put into practice. Gaëlle has no need for a millionaire to show her the way. This is the story of a woman profoundly passionate about seeking out and finding erotic ecstasy for herself. For Gaëlle, there are few limits and she is wide open to exploring in many different ways. Part four is the continuation of a process begun in Gaëlle and Jérôme and continued in La Suite part one, although it can, like a fine Champagne, be enjoyed as a stand-alone.
They were in the middle of the Luxembourg gardens when Gaëlle said, “How does it feel to be walking through the middle of Paris with a woman who has no knickers on?”
Denis looked at her dress. “You haven’t?”
“No, and it’s turning me on.”
Denis pulled Gaëlle to him and kissed her, running his hand over her bottom as he did so. “That feels good,” he murmured into her ear.
“From my perspective, too. Shall we take a Métro ride?”
“Where to? What for?”
“Nowhere special. You’ll see. Just watch as if you didn’t know me.”
The train that they took was crowded at first and it was several stops before Gaëlle was able to sit down. Denis stood a little way down the carriage, facing her. Gaëlle took out a book and began to read. After a few seconds, she crossed her legs, allowing her to reveal a significant amount of thigh. She didn’t have to look to know that she had the attention of Denis as well as the interest of the other men sitting opposite her. She glanced at the map up by the ceiling of the carriage. Three more stops to the end of the line. After a few seconds more, and while still apparently reading, she uncrossed her legs and bent down to scratch her ankle, then sat up again, leaving her knees slightly apart. Her dress had ridden up when she had crossed her legs and now those sitting opposite had a clear view of Gaëlle’s bare sex. As if unaware of her exposure and without taking her eyes off her book, she reached down and adjusted the top of her red hold-up stockings.
The train reached another station. It had been stopped for a few moments when one of the men suddenly leapt to his feet and rushed to get out as the automatic door closed. Caught up in the scene, he must have been about to miss his station. Gaëlle and Denis exchanged a little smile. He took the vacant seat, so he was now directly opposite Gaëlle. She was able, by resting her hand on her thigh, to run a finger along the crease of her groin. Her caresses with her free hand became more blatant. She peeped across the carriage through her lashes. Six pairs of eyes were glued to the movement of her hand. She gave in to the urge to stroke herself. Her finger first traced the cleft of her sex, then pressed between her labia. She could hear heavy breathing from across the aisle. As the train pulled into its final station, she shuddered and came. As if nothing had happened, she closed her book, put it away, stood up and walked off the train. Denis followed her out of the station.
“That was fabulous!” he exclaimed.
“I enjoyed it, too.”
“Weren’t you scared?”