1. Dominique Takes Control


    Date: 4/5/2016, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: Flexibility, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    Related to an earlier story, Dominique Leads the Way. A few days after my brief, sweet and so naughty encounter with a young French woman, Dominique, I am driving up the lane to the house I am renting for a few weeks in the South of France. As I near the entrance to the house's drive, I see three people walking up the hill that I instantly recognise: it is Dominique and her parents, with whom I had met when I gave up my table to them at the café on the village square. I'd got to know Dominique rather more intimately than that, when she had teased me into a lust-driven, mad quick fuck of her beautiful rear in the café's washroom. A chance breeze had revealed her delicious buttocks; she had noticed my stare and deliberately gave me a repeat show. Thinking quickly, I had offered my table to her parents, then made it clear that I was heading to the basement washrooms. My instinct had proven correct – Dominique followed me down the stairs and a glorious all too brief fuck had taken place, Dominique directing me to her rosebud as she was apparently preserving her virginity, at least as far as her pussy goes. That I had seized such an opportunity was not so much of a surprise to me; I had learned to take these chances when they came along, and where there was an element of risk at being caught it only intensified the excitement and satisfaction. That I was almost instantaneously seduced by a woman of no more than eighteen or nineteen did shock me. Now in my fifties, I had always ...
    been attracted to women close to my own age or older, never the much younger ladies that many of my male contemporaries seem to go for. In fact, I had first noticed Dominique's mother as a casual observer when the three of them had walked on to the café's sunny terrace. To reach the driveway to my rented house, I have to overtake the little group. As I step out of my car, we are but a few yards apart and smiles and exclamations of recognition follow. I explain that yes, this is the house I am renting, Dominique's father tells me the family was just walking up to the village for an apéritif and dinner, and by coincidence that the house to the right of mine belongs to good friends of theirs. A spur of the moment invitation from me follows as I invite this little group to take their aperitif on the terrace of my house facing the evening sun. Of course, the 'spur' for this invitation is the briefest of eye contact between the otherwise demur young Dominique and myself, saying, in that moment, that the other day was good, very good; maybe something will happen again? Introductions are now made - I only know Dominique's name because her father had welcomed her back to their table at the café after she and I had had our quick washroom fuck. Her father's name is Phillipe, her mother's Danielle. At this point, I take in more about the parents than I was able to focus on before. Both are well-dressed, well-groomed and slim. Phillipe I take to be my age - another twinge of shock about the ...
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