Marie was a beautiful young French woman with almond-shaped, sapphire blue eyes with thick black lashes and she had volumes of thick curly dark brown hair.. on her head, that is. Everywhere else was shaved smooth. She was small, about 5ft 3, but had a perfect figure, 32C breasts, flat stomach and toned, legs to die for. Guys everywhere turned their heads to look at her. She could have any guy in her bed with a snap of her fingers.. apart from the one she really wanted - the director of a local project, a man named Roman. And now, as she sat at a table surrounded by 7 other people, trying hard not to show how nervous she was, it was him she was waiting to see.
For a moment she wondered if she had tried too hard, looking down at her tiny black and red ruffled dress and 6 inch black patent heels. She then smiled to herself, realising that the greasy-haired boy next to her was staring, goggle-eyed at her pale white legs. She scrunched her hair and smiled at the woman across from her, the woman smiled back, unaware that Marie was simply practising her megawatt smile for when he arrived. Which was at that exact moment.
Marie looked up at him, into his golden-green eyes, and pulled out the seat next to her. "Sit next to me.." she said. Her husky yet sweet and feminine voice was almost a whisper. Her French accent added a sexiness to any sentence she spoke. He stared into her eyes for a few seconds - he had never realised how beautiful she was. Although he was 31 years older than the 19-year-old Marie, and looked his age, with visible lines on his face and grey hair, she felt a stir in her groin as they held eye contact. He sat down next to her and kissed her cheek, she turned her head so her lips touched his. Angie, the stern looking redhead holding the meeting, cleared her throat loudly and they finally broke eye contact. Marie did not mind, though, she knew she was finally going to get her man.
Neither Marie nor Roman paid much attention to what Angie said next, though they were no longer looking at each other with their eyes, they could not stop their minds from racing. She smiled to herself, knowing that she had won him over. He wondered whether the beautiful young mademoiselle could really be interested in a guy like him. His question was soon answered when a pale, slender hand with painted red nails creeped onto his knee.. then moved up.. and up.. until Marie had her hand over his crotch. Once she saw that there was no resistance from him, she pressed down and rocked her hand back and forth, he made no effort to stop her and soon she could feel a large bulge pressing from inside of his pants. She unzipped his fly and slipped 2 fingers in and began rubbing him softly, she could feel the heat of his pulsating cock through his boxer shorts. He sighed softly, then disguised it by pretending to yawn. Unlike everyone else, Marie wasn't fooled. She pressed slightly more firmly, and at this point he moved her hand away. She grabbed hold of his hand and guided it up her leg until it touched the high hemline of her dress. To her delight, he did not stop there. He slipped his hand between her thighs, under her lacy thong and began to rub her clit in small, circular motions. Occasionally he slipped a finger inside her dripping wet pussy and she had to stop herself from moaning. She felt her erect nipples pressing against her lace bra, and her thighs becoming wet with her juices. She wanted him so fucking badly..
Roman continued to gently rub and roll Marie's clit until she came. She jerked and shook, and had to bite her lip to stop herself from screaming out loud. "Shiver in my spine", she shrugged. She couldn't take it any more, she needed Roman's big hard rod inside her. She excused herself and left the room towards the bathrooms, throwing a suggestive glance to Roman. She knew it wouldn't be long until he followed her out, but neither of them wanted to make it obvious.
