She never did like Alain especially during her ten-day business visit to France and despite his attractiveness even in his late forties. She found her offensive and wondered how such a French man could marry a sweet French woman, Alain's wife. She found him offensive with his offensive seduction of her. When Alain and his friends took her to the disco, she found him trying to press his cock to her as they danced. Once in the swimming pool, Alain held her hand and press it on his cock. He just laughed while she fled.
Practically in tears, she fled from the pool and locked herself in her hotel room. She could not stand it anymore. Quickly removing her bathing suit, she leaned against the wall and surveyed her flushed perspiring body in the mirror. Her small, well-rounded breasts were rising and falling with the urgent rhythm of her panting. Frances brushed her fingertips across them, feeling her nipples turn hard under her own touch. Then she slid her hands down over her soft belly and into the wet nest of her dark pubic hair. The cream was pouring out of her pussy as if it would never stop.
Moaning with anticipatory relief, Frances began to stroke her flaming clitoris until she was on the brink of cumming. Then, thrusting her fingers as far into her slick pussy as they would go, Frances gasped with ecstasy as the series of sharp, rapid contractions surged through her at last. It was by far the most intense experience she had ever had with masturbation.
This afternoon, after more than five days of bitching around in the Philippines and being constantly nasty with her, Alain offered a peace pipe to her as they finally finalized the details of the business tie-up. Frances likewise noticed a drastic change in Alain when he invited her for a final dinner at his suite in a Makati hotel. The change in Alain disarmed her instantly and the secret admiration which has been covered by his nastiness suddenly returned. And she found herself accepting his invitation.
The dinner date was set at 7 p.m. By 5 p.m., Frances went home and had a long bath. She wore her black garter belt and her nylons. For once, she put perfume on the lips of her pussy before she put on her black panty thong. She left note with maids to tell her husband of the dinner date with the French delegation in Makati.
Alain met her at the Mandarin lobby. She found her to be a perfect gentleman, the ideal French man she has long since been dreaming of. They took the elevator which quite puzzled her until Alain told her that they will be having an intimate dinner at his suite. Just the two of them. To bury the hatchet as he called it.
The door's suite was opened by a waiter and the dinner table greeted them. Soft music played on the background while Frances noticed Alain's bedroom invitingly opened and subdued lightly. They had a quiet dinner and the talk was very friendly which further amazed her. Alain managed to ask her about her husband like if he knows about her dinner with the French delegation.
"Yes," said Frances, "but I just left a message since he is not yet home."
"You can call him up so that they would not worry about you," Alain said graciously while he ordered the waiter to get the phone.
Frances obediently called her husband and the only words that Alain understood were "French delegation", "dinner in Makati" and "late."
After the dinner, Alain ordered the waiter to bring the Dom Perignon at the balcony and dismissed him afterwards. Alain helped her and led her to the balcony to view the sight from his suite. They talked and drank quietly with all the remorse suddenly gone. Alain excused himself and took something from his bedroom. By this time, the wine has taken hold of Frances making her warm all over.
"Turned around, my cheri," said Alain. "I have a special present for a very special woman."
