ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON – A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY

by Miss Bliss

Selma knocks on the door and you let her in. “Don’t you just love French afternoons,” she purrs with dramatic flair. She kisses you on the lips and kisses your man on the cheek. She wanders slowly into the apartment, studying the room while filling it with her ginger and grapefruit scent. She is older than you, more aggressive, and today, she wants to be your lover.Wine is poured and music plays, but there isn’t much time for small talk. Selma came over for a reason and only has an hour or two before she goes. “Dance for me,” she says to you. “Let us watch you and salivate.”

“Let me finish my drink,” you say, unnaturally shy and unexpectedly nervous.

“Take your time,” Selma says with a playful wink. “But don’t take too long.” She pats the sofa, inviting him to sit next to her, and he does. Her arm loops around his neck and you see the delight in her eyes that she gets to have him. She’s waited for him, too, but she can’t show that yet. Since the day you met in a dark candle-lit cafe, the three of you have talked about this moment, and here it is.

The first time with anyone is a little awkward, but something about the light in the afternoon makes you feel more exposed than usual. Normally you are the aggressive one, but Selma has thrown off your game by taking over control. “Dance for us,” she says again.

Downing the glass of Pinot, you slowly step out in front of them. Her eyes on you make you shy. Wearing a lace dress, with promises of good things to come underneath, you begin to move. You try to look at her and are surprised when you can’t maintain eye contact. Closing your eyes, you focus on the bass line and let your hips move back and forth in time. The music envelops you and you forget your audience. You let your hands caress the curves of your body, showing her the path her hands will soon follow. Your long painted fingers find the hem of your dress and you lift it to expose a blue satin slip underneath. You turn your back on them and, slowly, ever-so-slowly, lift the hem of your dress. Pulling the lace over your head, you turn, and toss the dress into her lap. An invitation, do you want more? They whistle, tell you how gorgeous you are, and ask to see more.

Smiling, the nerves have worn off and you feel your power. Still moving to the music, you approach her and take her small hands in yours. She stands and you pull her into you and dance with her while he watches proudly. Turning, you press your back against her warm body, reach behind, and wrap her arms around you. Together you move but this time both of your eyes are on him. Placing your hands over hers, you lead her hands down your back, over your hips, down your thighs, until her fingers find the lacy hem of your slip. She pulls it over your head, turns you to face her, and studies the black corset and stockings.

“You’re an angel,” she says, and kisses you lightly, as if asking permission. Suddenly, your roles have changed: she is no longer the aggressor, you are.

From behind, you feel him press into you and his arms surround both of you. Pulling her closer, the three of you become one: for an afternoon.

Over too soon and yet there are too many perfect images to remember. At the door, you notice the back of her hair is mussy and sticking up. You try to smooth it and she laughs and says, “Only a shower will fix that, but thank you, darling.” You wonder if your doorman will notice. She looks at him and says sincerely, “Thank you both. Until the next time.” She opens the door to go, but then, turns and shuts it just as fast. “I don’t want to leave,” she admits and melts back into both of you.

Closing the door behind her, you embrace your man, kissing his eyes, his nose, and his cheeks. He lifts you into the air and carries you back to bed.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORIES BY BLISS WARRIOR
a little erotic fiction to help you sleep soundly….
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Do It In The Dirt January 18, 2008 at 11:11 am

Thank you, Bliss, for the lovely “french afternoon” story. It was the perfect way to start my day. I’ll have something nice to daydream about while I’m hiking.

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Blue January 18, 2008 at 11:11 am

OH, beautiful and so very blissful. . .thank you. . .

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adriana January 18, 2008 at 11:11 am

enticing. until the “fiction” part.. hehe just kidding. it was lovely..

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