"This is for you," Rick said smiling, as he handed the key to Judy.
"What is it?"
"It's the key to the bistro. Armand wanted us both to come back, but I think you and Leslie will have more fun if I'm not along."
"But you should come too." Judy could not believe that Rick was letting her return alone to the bistro.
"No. You gave me Leslie this morning. I'm giving you Armand tonight."
Judy was totally confused. She had always thought he would be jealous of another man in a menage a trois.
"It's all right. I owe you a lot because of how good you've been to me."
"And you've been good to me. You're being especially good to me now. I don't really understand this, but thank you."
She pecked him lightly on the lips and hurried away.
When Judy left the room, Rick sat on the edge of the bed, wondering if he had done the right thing. After a long moment, he was suddenly taken with misgivings, and rushed into the hall to stop her, but the elevator door was slid closed.
He started for the stairway and yanked open the door, but he went only to the first landing before he stopped and leaned against the wall. Judy had let him fuck Leslie. That was fine and they had a great relationship, so why shouldn't he allow her the same privilege with Armand and Leslie?
He stepped back to the hallway at his floor, and stared at the closed elevator for a long time. He sighed, and started to go into his room. When he did, he saw one of the young chambermaids, in her black, short-skirted uniform with white apron. She looked back at him, then bent over to pick up something from the floor.
She was perhaps five yards from him, but he was certain she wore no underwear. He chuckled to himself and leaned against the wall, looking toward the ceiling, thinking again about Judy.
"Are you all right, monsieur?" the maid asked. She was holding a stack of clean linens against her breasts.
"I'm fine, thank you." Rick's mouth went dry. "You certainly do look nice for a … you know … you look nice for a chambermaid."
"Pardon, monsieur. My English is not so good."
"Vous et tres interessante," he said, not knowing if his French was any better than her English.
"Pour vous, monsieur," she said smiling.
He thought for certain that what she said meant, "for you," but that didn't make any sense. So he responded with a question of his own, "Pour moi?" he said, touching his finger to his chest to learn if he understood correctly.
"Mais oui," she said, with a little smile, affirming that she meant something like, "I am here for you."
It was a clear indication she was interested in him. He needed something to take his mind off Judy, but he was not at all certain he wanted to follow through on something like this, without Judy knowing about it.
He might have asked her again, but she had already turned away from him, and again she bent deeply from her waist to pick up something from the floor. This time raising her skirt so high that it not only showing her naked ass, but the thick red flesh of her pussy. If he didn't take that as an indication of her interest, he was a fool. He heard about the famous loose morals of the French, but this was impossible, he thought. Was she making an offer in exchange for a payment of some kind.
"Et vous en prostitute?" he said, stumbling through his French.
"But no!" she said indignantly. "I like you. But we have how you say, the problem."
"What problem?"
"Your room, she is already prepared. We cannot-"
"It's already messed up," he said.
"Non, non. We cannot go into your room. How is it you say. Someone might come home and I would be in the great difficulties with Mesdame directeur."
Rick's mouth was watering, and as his cock rose, the chambermaid watched the front of his trousers.
"Tres bien," she said, her eyes opening wide. "Come this way, please."
She waved her ass at him as she led him down the hall, and he followed like a small boy who was after a secret cache of candy. When they reached the end of the hall, she unlocked a door and stepped inside.
"This is the sauna," he said.
"Yes, very private," she said.
And a bit cramped, he thought, but he would certainly give it a try.
"I saw you when you came into this hotel," she said, her words were hesitant, her voice quivering. "I liked you from the very first. You are a, uh, tres interesante gentleman to be with two women at one time, non?"
So that was why he was so appealing he thought, and he wondered if she had seen anything or just surmised that he was making love to both Leslie and Judy.
He wanted to explain the situation, but he knew his English and her French were inadequate to make sense of the whole thing, so he let that part drop. She was so good-looking, with her well-rouged lips and her hair pulled back and away from her loop earrings. He liked her shy smile.
"How old are you?" he said, wanting to be certain she was not a minor.
"I am twenty years, but that is young, no?"
"Yes, it's young," he said. He was only twenty-nine, himself.
Rick sighed and slumped onto the bench in the corner of the sauna. He wondered if twenty was a legal age in France. He wondered if he could he get himself in trouble with the local police for making love – for having sex with her, or was she free to make her own decisions?
No, he could not get into trouble, he decided. If anything, the legal age for sex was lower in France than in the rest of the world.
"Why are we here?" he said.
"I am called Genevieve," she said, shyly, not answering his question.
She looked behind him and he was frightened for a moment, but the only thing wrong was that he had not closed the door completely. He pushed it closed and when he turned, the attractive young woman sitting in the bench of the sauna, looking straight into his eyes. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her breasts, and his mouth watered.
He did not understand why he was having such good luck. Was it because he had been so gracious with his own wife and the bistro owner? Or was it because he had taken pity on Leslie? Was this his reward from some cosmic force, he wondered? But it made no difference. Whatever the reason, cosmic or otherwise, he was not going to miss out on this opportunity.
"Do you find me attractive, monsieur?" she said, stroking her hard, round breasts with her fingers.
Like women of most cultures, she was begging for a compliment, and he was only too happy to give one when it was the truth.
"You're quite attractive," he said.
While he was daydreaming, she had taken off her uniform and she wore nothing but her black, thigh-high stockings, giving him a most provocative view of her nearly naked body.
"Are you sure I'm not going to have to pay for this?" he said.
"Please do not insult me, monsieur. I have already told you I am not the prostitute. I am just a woman who has a great interest in … what you call 'the ways of love.' And also, monsieur, I have a great interest in you."
She stood in front of him, naked. She was smiling as she stared into his eyes, and a shiver of excitement rippled through his body. His cock had been hard almost from the moment he saw her bending over, but it seemed to get even harder now, as she slid slowly down his body and knelt before him.
As she undid his belt buckle, he thought this whole thing must be a dream. No woman had ever come on to him like this, and Genevieve seemed so free and open about it. Yet she was shy too, and that made it even more exciting.
He unbuttoned his shirt, and leaned back in the corner of the sauna. All of this had to do with the difference of cultures, he thought. Nothing about it had to do with him personally. He was just an ordinary guy – or maybe she just liked his blue dragon shirt, he thought.
She was so delicate as she pulled down on his zipper. The head of his cock had already climbed from behind the band of his bikini underwear.
"It is quite beautiful," she said.
"And you are beautiful," he said.
The chambermaid blushed, and very delicately, with just a forefinger and thumb, she let the tip of her tongue touch the tiny opening in the sheath of flesh that covered his cock head, and she tasted his pre-come.
"Oh," he said at that little touch, and the young woman giggled.
"Oui," she said. Then she took the whole head to her mouth, and peeled back the flesh with her lips and tongue. She rolled her tongue around the head as she held it almost menacingly between her teeth, and always she looked up into his eyes, and the look was driving him crazy.
When she took his cock deep into her mouth, he thought he would come immediately, but she let the head slide from between her lips. She went back on her haunches. She was still staring up at him with that delicious eye-to-eye gaze, as if she were trying to read his mind.
Slowly she backed away, one knee at a time, until she pressed herself against the wall of the sauna. Then she spread her arms and legs wide and she lay back.
"Fuck me, monsieur. I want to be fucked. It has been so long since I have been fucked by a man."
With her words, she reminded him of Leslie, but this was not Leslie, this was a younger woman, a different woman. She brought the fingers of one hand down over her breast, her stomach, her pubis, and she hooked one finger in the red fold of her pussy, spreading it open even further.
"Please," she said. "Push it into me."
"Yes," he said.
He moved forward, and went to his knees.
She reached out for his cock, her fingers were wiggling, but never lost eye contact.
He smiled and bent over her as she gripped him with one hand under the shaft and tugged him to her as he looked into her eyes. She moved the head of his cock to the slit of her pussy, and rubbed the head through the sticky wetness, and it felt so good.
"Nice," he said.
"Yes," she said in English.
He tried to push, but it was difficult for him to break through. There was no way she could be a virgin, but even with the long slit of red flesh that went the length of her pussy. It was clear that her pussy was seldom used.
What was he getting himself into, he wondered. Was she younger than she said? That couldn't be. If it were true, he would back away quickly and leave her alone.
"Are you … a virgin?"
She chuckled and said, "Of course not, monsieur. I have been fucked many times, but not for over a year."
That was good, he thought. He didn't want to think of himself as some kind of monster who would seduce a virgin, no matter how willing she might be.
"You must try better," she said, in English.
He pushed again, but the head of his cock slipped away from the crack and over her mound, and his balls slapped against her pussy.
She giggled. "Do again," she said. She was still wearing her stockings. She raised her left leg high, and rested her ankle on his shoulder.
"Yes," he said. He repositioned himself, and rubbed his cock over the elastic of her black stockings, dragged it over the flesh of her thighs, and again pushed it to the crack of her pussy.
This time she spread her legs even wider, and with her fingers, she tried to spread her pussy. He held his cock in his own hand, placed the head delicately against the crack, and he pushed. It was difficult at first. He managed to get just the head inside her, but he could go no farther. Finally, she relaxed and pushed again, but this time, the entire shaft of his cock slid inside her.
"Ooooo," she said, and she took her hands away and she moaned. "Yes, yes, monsieur. Fuck me, fuck me good, please."
He let his cock hang fully inside her for a moment, and her pussy seemed to be sucking at him. He kissed her first; then he began the slow, rhythmic inward thrust and outward draw. He brought his mouth down to hers, and her tongue reached out for his.
"Bien. Ooooo, la, tres bien," she sighed.
Inward and outward he moved. His ass pumped slowly as they kissed, and he thought how tight her pussy was as he moved in and out of her.
"More," she whispered. "More hard."
"Yes," he said, and he understood, but he did not begin to ram and jam immediately. Instead, he gradually picked up the tempo with each new thrust. He was going in and out of her harder now, but not viciously.
"More," she said. "More. More, please."
Yes, he thought, and he began to pump harder and harder until he was going at her with fast, controlled strokes. He pushed in fully, withdrew almost to the head, and he pushed again. He was always under control, but he moved faster and faster.
"More," she cried. "More. More!"
He withdrew and pushed, withdrew and pushed. He lost control and he was going at her harder and harder, slamming then returning, slamming, then returning. He was being vicious now and she seemed to like it so he continued to do it harder, harder. Yes, harder. Yes.
"Oui, oui. Ooo, la, oui!"
In and out he moved and she was rocking hard with him, her pussy gripping him as if it were a tight fist. Her legs wrapped around him, squeezing him, and she rocked with him, her nails clawing into his back through his shirt, her neck bent against the wall of the sauna.
"This is it," he said.
"Oui, oui, this is it," she said.
Oh damn! His balls knotted and the sensation of pleasure shot up his body to his brain.
"Yes," he said, as the pleasure made its return trip to his cock.
But he realized that this woman was so young, so beautiful. She claimed she had not been fucked for a long time. What kind of birth control did she use? Oh, damn, he couldn't do that. He couldn't make her pregnant. In panic, he withdrew his cock just in time to have his come gush into the air and spurt all over her belly and over her tits.
"Oui, oui," she said. "Ooooo, oui, oui, oui. Oh, yes, monsieur. Yesssss. Oui. Ah. Yes…"
She lay against the wooden wall of the sauna for a long moment, shivering and writhing, her mouth open, and with him hovering over her. His cock sagged at her belly, with her smiling, and his come running down her body and between her legs.
"You are a good lover," she said, and she rubbed her fingers through the come that lay on her breasts and stomach. It was as if she were trying to rub it into her flesh.
"And so are you," he said, smiling, and he licked his own come away from her tits.
"Please. Do not be angry with me, monsieur. I have been what you call the lesbian. But I like both the men and the women, but I have difficulty finding the right man."
"Genevieve, I don't know what to say. I had no idea-"
"Shhhhh," she said, and she touched her fingers to his lips. "I want for the man sometimes, and you have been wonderful for me."
He tasted his own come on her finger tips, and for just a moment, he was appalled, but she had touched his lips with such reverence and thanks, that there was no way he could be angry.
"You are good," he said.
"No, I am bad."
"Yes," he said, smiling. "You are bad and you are good."
She reached for him and she brought him to her, holding him. After a moment, she said, "Would you make love to me one more time?"
"Yes," he said, momentarily remembering that Judy and Leslie were with Armand. "Of course, I will."
"Good," she said.
She climbed onto the bench, with her ass and pussy thrust in his direction.
"This way," she said. "I want you to make love to me this way, like the animal that I am."
"Yes," he said, and his cock was beginning to rise again.
She smiled back at him while she bent over. For only a moment, he thought of Judy with Leslie and Armand, but he pushed them from his mind. They were all right. There was nothing wrong, and there was nothing wrong with what he was doing either. When he was with Judy again, it would be even better. He had to concentrate on the beautiful little creature in front of him, her pussy throbbing with desire.
He stepped forward and rubbed the backs of his fingers over it, as it got wetter and wetter.
He thrust his index finger inside and she let our a little "Ooo," sound and he began to touch the various bumps inside her cavity.
"Do it, yes, monsieur. Do it. In and out to me, do it."
"Yes," he said, and he moved his fingers in and out of her.
"No, no, not the fingers. The cock!"
"Oh, yes," he said, and he began to fuck her like the animal that he was. This was not the same. Judy was not here to share.
"Yes, the cock is so good inside me. Yes."
"'Yes,' what?" said the strong female voice from behind them, as the door of the sauna was flung open.
For the moment, Rick thought it was Judy, and he was ready to apologize.
Out of some kind of fear reaction, Genevieve clamped onto his cock like a vice grip. Both she and Rick looked over their shoulders to see the sexy blonde manager, her glasses on her nose. It was as if they were in school and had been caught fucking by one of his teachers.
"Is this what I am to expect from the hotel guests?" the woman asked. Clearly she was speaking to Rick.
"I, uh-"
"Return to your room, monsieur. I am the manager of this hotel, and I will deal with this servant myself."
"Yes, ma'am," Rick said. "But I assure you it is not Genevieve's fault."
"Perhaps not her fault, but I must deal with her nonetheless. Please leave us now."
The blonde manager glanced at his now limp cock, then looked menacingly at Genevieve.
For just a moment, Rick thought he should stay and explain, but it would be the wrong thing to do. Feeling like a fool, he gathered his clothes and hurried naked down the hall to his room. He wondered what Judy would think if she learned what he had done.