My upstair neighboor Part 2

His hand was busy growing his breathing became jerky. She moaned and for the first time, I was very private spectator a very lonely orgasm she offered me, and which also spread to his lower abdomen, as a brief jolt, more modesty that something else.

     I was not yet accustomed … The suddenness of the situation had somewhat frightened me. gently taking her spirits, she sank into the chair. Keeping the legs wide open and hands in the pants, she pulled me to her and whispered:
     – Françoise! It pleased you to see me?
     – Yes, a lot … But it’s so new!
     – And you’ve been wanting? Me she asked.
     – Yes, Françoise, many Osai … I confess. But going slowly, it’s all too much for me. Leaves time to time …
     And as if to escape, I proposed to leave and go home, above. She did not insist, kissed me tenderly. I gave him a kiss, as if to thank … I still felt something disturbed me, but I had to stop for today.
     – Can I talk to Mark? Me she asked suddenly … I was almost in panic … But something fuzzy in my head …
     – Yes if you want !
     And I kissed her furtively on the lips before to save me. She accompanied me to the door before me, wearing only her panties. She was really desirable with small buttocks … especially as I knew that little body refused anything, and I could, if I wanted to, touch, caress it, as I could have done a few minutes earlier. But I did not dare. Turning to his height to get out, I grew bolder in farewell, and I furtively passed my hand between her legs, as if to make him understand that it was not finished … She quickly drew my face own and on the run and stole me a kiss on the lips …
     – See you soon ! She threw before closing the door.

     Back home, I was so excited when I arrived there in the living room, I masturbated like crazy, head full of images I had seen the full project ideas that I dared not m confess … Because Mark was not back yet. And I knew that after what had happened between Frances and me, it was about to happen something between us three. But I was less scared a few minutes earlier. Leave things to come … Do not rush … My night was very, very rough. The wildest scenes assailed me and I could not, that night to sleep after myself again and again caressed. Was I fast becoming big? This promised!

     The next morning, I was already converted. I began to see things from another angle, and my little encounter with Françoise had left me a little taste of back-y. I do not know who said one day that Love, the best moments are not “for” nor “after” but “before” … I’m beginning to understand that this is probably true, because a door opened before me, hopefully. I might finally be able to have with others of total relations, without complex or taboo. Accept others as they are, show as we are, and that on this plane there, no act is reprehensible. Just feel the need to do it … and do it … That’s all. Two or three days after I met Mark on the stairs. He gave me a kiss, expressed his satisfaction to be back, and invited me to eat with them one evening. I did not know if Frances had said something, but he had to know because he left me, his kiss on my cheek did not fall far from my lips, and it was a little more support than usual.

     The next day, meeting Francoise, she fell on my neck …
     – You know, I talked to Marc … It is packed!
     – And you told him everything?
     – Of course ! If you knew what a state it has put … The same evening, he had one of these forms …! A real treat ! Hey, we’d like you to come tonight at home, will you?
     Already! I thought. But after all!
     – Okay, see you tonight!
     – Owl ! If she exclaimed … I’ll quickly go do my shopping …

     Back home, I wondered how I was going fringuer me. And then finally, my choice was directed towards a little dress with nothing underneath, two small straps, low-cut, not hiding that it took my chest without too hide.
     At 20 o’clock I rang. Francoise opened the door … It was a great little mini skirt very, very sticky, heels … cute enough to eat … Behind came Marc who took me gently in his arms, and after a deep look, m ‘ kissed gently and stealthily on the lips. It was reassuring, gentle. Françoise was still holding me by the waist and placed a gentle kiss on my lips … and congratulated me on my dress. In my turn, I began to twirl in the living room, enjoying the compliments on my outfit. Tonight, everything seemed good, beautiful, and I was comfortable. I felt good with them, and I knew I could give them everything … just ask them … The meal was delicious … We laugh a lot. But I was a little anxious because I had no idea how the evening would continue. I felt good.
     After the meal, Françoise set to music, and I helped him get rid of. Only in the kitchen, furtively, she hugged me and kissed me very tenderly on the mouth, sticking his whole body against mine … I gave him his copiously kiss, with my tongue in her mouth, accentuating my pressure of my body on his …
     – Oh you … me she whispered …
     We went into the living room. Marc walked to the library and selects a large leather volume and handed it to me:
     – Agnes, look at where we were this summer … It was great …

     And settled on the couch. I sat in the big chair next to him, and he put the album on my knees, leaving me turning pages. The photos were carefully glued, showing Marc and Françoise, naked, in a campsite, on the side of the Ardeche. We saw them on the beach, bronzing, or next to their caravan taking their meals. Marc got up to serve drinks. Turning an album, an unfixed picture fell to the ground. I picked it up, and I did not know what to do … We saw Mark lying on the bed of the trailer, naked, legs apart, and Françoise lying beside him, sucking him deeply, sex well bandaged in hand. They looked at both the lens. Marc returned to his seat next to me, and at the same time, Françoise returned from the kitchen. She saw the first picture that I was holding.
     – You found it! Marc! I already say that we must put them elsewhere, these photos … Excuse us, Agnes, but he does not care … You realize, if it was my mother who had opened the album!
     – Does it bother you ? Marc asked me roughly the tone of confidence …
     – Well … actually no, but it’s actually dangerous …
     – And you like her this photo?
     – It’s more fun, I replied, embarrassed, feeling a warmth invade my lower abdomen …
     – This would you like to see more? Even more embarrassed …
     – Well … Yes … I am willing …
     – I’ll show you others, he said, rising.

     And he went to their room. Francoise sat down on the couch.
     – You’ll see, it’s fun but I warn you, it’s hard-hard …
     – We’ll see I replied.
     Marc came back with an all red album. He put it on my lap and sat next to Françoise on the couch. He put his arm behind the neck and she snuggled against him. The album on knees, I opened it slowly, aware that he would tell me things that no one ever dares to ask others. The first, Frances was on her back on a bed, legs folded on the chest, opening with her fingers her pussy to Mark, who, kneeling before her, was about to lick, holding itself sex in one hand. The others were similar. It showed Mark on the couch that I recognized, ridden by Françoise who had his back. We clearly saw the big member half pushed into the pussy Françoise open shamelessly to the goal, and looking visibly get a hit. All these pictures fascinated me …
     – They like you? I asked Marc He pulled me from my torpor. There they were, both, lovingly entwined. The hands wandered over the curves, the bumps, the lips were seeking, clung … And there I was watching the …
     – Approach your chair, Agnes, ‘said Frances, and you’re going to watch us more closely. Because it’s right, is not it, you would see us making love …?