La Suite (16 page)

“
True,”
Gaëlle agreed. “I was nervous at first. But after a while it felt
normal…and so nice, too!”

“
Not to
mention quite a turn-on, I imagine,” Raoul added. He reached over
the table and shared the last of the Riesling between the four
glasses. The four of them sat for a few minutes, each with their
own thoughts. Raoul had moved to sit very close beside Sidonie. Her
eyes were half-closed and her head was resting on his shoulder.
Raoul’s hand had slipped beneath the table and was most probably on
Sidonie’s thigh, Gaëlle thought.

She leaned
down, as if to adjust the buckle of her sandal and to take a quick
peep. Sidonie’s feet were well apart, so her thighs had to be, too.
Perhaps Raoul’s hand wasn’t so much on Sidonie’s leg as between her
thighs. The faraway expression on Sidonie’s face supported that
theory. Then she spoke. “I’ve never been to a nude beach. They say
that some of the people are, you know, all shaved or with, er,
decorations, piercings and so on. Is that true?”

“
We weren’t
at a strictly nudist resort, so I can’t tell you. I think I was the
only woman on our bit of beach who was totally depilated, wasn’t I,
Jérôme?” Gaëlle said.

Sidonie’s eyes
opened wide. “You are?”

“
I think I
only saw one other woman shaved clean all week,” Jérôme said. “But
perhaps it’s different at Cap d’Agde. We aren’t hard-core
nudists…not yet, anyway.”

“
Would
anyone like more wine?” Raoul asked, breaking the silence. “I can
get another bottle.”

“
I’m fine,
thank you,” Jérôme said. “Gaëlle?”

“
Nothing
more for me, thanks. I’m just enjoying sitting here, listening to
the cicadas, grateful that there aren’t any biting insects and
relaxing in very pleasant company, with two attractive
people.”

Sidonie opened
her eyes. “Attractive? You think so? Even with my tan lines?” She
slipped the shoulder strap of her dress to one side, revealing a
white mark.

Gaëlle laughed.
“They’re hardly disfiguring,”

“
When
Sidonie gets a negative idea in her head about herself, it’s hard
to shift,” Raoul explained. “I know what, Sisi, why don’t you get
it out of the way? Show all your tan lines to Jérôme and Gaëlle, so
they can judge for themselves. Come on, I’ll help you.”

Sidonie didn’t
resist as he reached behind her and unfastened the zip on her
dress. Raoul pulled Sidonie’s dress top down and revealed her
breasts. The sharp contrast between her tanned shoulders and the
blue-white skin of her breasts was almost shocking. “Well?” she
asked.

“
Lines or no
lines, you’ve got a lot more bust than me,” Gaëlle said. “Look.”
She pulled down her top and showed the even tan of her small, neat
breasts. “I can see what you mean about the contrast in colour,
though.”

Raoul had
resumed his caresses. He wasn’t bothering to hide what he was doing
now, and the effect on Sidonie was becoming obvious, too. She was
rocking gently to and fro as she stared at Gaëlle’s exposed
breasts.

“
May we
watch?” Jérôme asked. He didn’t have to say what. Raoul nodded, and
Gaëlle and Jérôme moved their chairs so they had a clear view of
the other couple. Raoul’s hand was buried deep between Sidonie’s
thighs, as Gaëlle had guessed, and it was working rhythmically as
he massaged her sex. Sidonie opened her eyes and looked up at
Gaëlle and Jérôme. “You, too?” she asked.

*Seeing the
other couple in action had heated Gaëlle up. She had an urge to
caress herself, of course, but also a temptation to challenge
herself and do something more daring. Being naked at the beach had
been exciting, but showing herself in the restaurant had turned her
on disproportionately more. She made up her mind, stood up and
lifted her dress. She pulled her knickers down and stepped out of
them. The sight of her depilated sex seemed to excite Sidonie and
Raoul even more. Sidonie pulled her own dress up and raised her
hips so Raoul could pull her navy-blue knickers down and off. Her
lower belly was, indeed, just as white as her breasts, apart from
the mat of her dark pubic hair. Raoul’s fingers slipped inside
Sidonie. She moaned.

Gaëlle’s mind
whirled. It would be nice to be masturbated like Sidonie, but
something was urging her to push herself further. What could she do
to add to the moment? Glancing at the table, her eyes fell on the
empty wine bottle. Its slim, tapered form gave her an idea. She
picked it up and placed it on the floor.

“
Can I have
your sweater?” she asked Jérôme. He passed it to her. She folded it
and put it down beside the green wine bottle. She kneeled on the
improvised padding and raised the front of her dress again,
gripping the hemline between her teeth to stop it from falling back
down and covering her. She looked up, to make sure that Sidonie and
Raoul could see. His caresses had stopped for the moment, while
they waited to discover what Gaëlle intended to do. She shuffled
her knees apart, then tried to move the bottle into
position.

Wine from
Alsace comes in taller, slimmer bottles than most wines. Gaëlle had
to lever herself up onto tiptoes and squat over it, to allow it to
slip between her labia, which she held apart with the fingers of
her spare hand. She lowered herself carefully, helping the rim of
the bottle to gain initial penetration of her vagina. The wine had
been chilled and the bottle still felt cool inside her. She looked
at the others. Their eyes were fixed on where the bottleneck
disappeared into her sex. She smiled at them, encouraging Raoul to
resume his masturbation of Sidonie. As his hand began to move
again, Gaëlle lowered herself a little, letting the bottle open up
her vagina. The bottle’s gradual increase in diameter stretched
her. She gathered her dress around her waist and tied it in a loose
knot at the side, so it formed a sash, with her bare breasts above
and naked sex below, emphasising the exposure of both. She sank
down a little further onto the bottle, driving it deeper into her.
Gaëlle rode the improvised dildo, sliding up and down and soon
leaving visible evidence of her excitement as her juices coated the
surface of the glass. Sidonie hitched herself forward on her chair
to allow Raoul complete access to her. His fingers delved deeper
into her, and her moans kept time with his strokes.

Gaëlle
increased the tempo. Her excitement was building and she flung her
head back as she pumped up and down. Her sex was becoming
accustomed to the unnatural diameter of the bottle and now each
penetration plunged it deeper and deeper into her. She was panting,
now, and the growl in the depths of her throat was audible to the
other three.

“
I can’t
hold it!” Sidonie gasped. She folded over and groaned as Raoul
withdrew his dripping hand. She shuddered for some time as the
ripples of her orgasm ran through her. Gaëlle made herself pause in
order to watch, struggling to ignore the twitching of her clitoris,
as well as the neck of the bottle stretching her vaginal
walls.

“
You, now!”
Sidonie begged. Gaëlle began again. The moment of respite had
brought her back from the edge and she was ready to make herself
wait. She moved very slowly at first, concentrating on every extra
centimetre of penetration. She peered down at her sex and could
hardly believe how much of the bottle her vagina had managed to
accept. She tensed her thighs again and used them to raise herself,
revelling in the way the glass almost slid out of her. It gave her
extra pleasure to know that the bottle was too long to emerge
entirely
—
even if she’d wanted, her thighs weren’t long
enough to free her sex from the bottle’s intrusion.

She paused
again, conscious of her trembling buttock muscles as she fought to
hold her position before she sank back down and felt her sex being
dilated yet again. The rough texture of the foil on the neck of the
bottle inside her made a contrast with the smooth glass. Gaëlle
squeezed her pelvic muscles as hard as she could and lifted
herself. For a delicious moment, she managed to hold the entire
weight of the bottle in place. Then the shape of the bottle,
gravity and the slippery glass took effect and Gaëlle almost came
as the bottle slid—oh, so slowly—out of her and hit the floor with
a little clunk. She was panting hard. The minutes passed,
punctuated only by the increasing volume of Gaëlle’s moans. She
hung on until she could take no more, stopping to get her breath
whenever she felt the orgasm was getting too close. When, at last,
she knew she had no option but to come, she forced herself to pump
faster and faster, grunting in time with the effort. Part of her
mind told her that when her orgasm came, she ought to be careful
not to injure herself on the bottle. Then the surge finally
overwhelmed her, and she toppled backwards. Only Jérôme’s rapid
intervention prevented her from cracking her head on the floor. He
lowered her onto the cool tiling, where she writhed and moaned for
what seemed like an age, before the tidal waves inside her vagina
subsided and she was able to sit up.

She looked up
at Sidonie, Raoul and Jérôme. “Did I just disgrace myself?”

Sidonie smiled.
“Not at all. You gave us a great show!”

“
Well, you
did, too,” Gaëlle responded. “A wonderful end to a lovely
evening.”

“
I’ve never
seen a bottle used quite like that,” Sidonie said.

“
Well, I’ve
never used one like that before, either,” Gaëlle confessed.

“
We have a
cellar full of wine bottles here…” Sidonie said, in a pensive
voice.

“
With all
sorts of different shapes,” Raoul said.

“
I bet
you’ll have fun finding out which of them work best, then,” Jérôme
said. He smiled and helped Gaëlle to her feet. “We’ve got a long
way to go tomorrow, so I think it’s time for bed.”

“
How did I
look?” Gaëlle asked when they were lying in bed. She was buzzing
too much to be ready for sleep.

“
Well, when
you were about to come, you were trying to avoid falling over
backwards, so you spread your thighs beautifully. They framed the
neck of the bottle that was sticking out of you. You looked
great.”

“
Not
vulgar?”

“
Never. Just
very sexy!”

“
I’m getting
braver, aren’t I? When I ‘m excited now, I want to do things that
shock people. Is that weird?”

“
No. It’s
just part of why I love you. Now, dodo time. We have a long drive
in the morning.”

Gaëlle shook
her head and came back to the present. Still, she thought, while
the bottle was in her hand, she might as well make good use of it.
She knew she’d need an orgasm or she wouldn’t be able to sleep, and
the desire to be indecorous was very strong.

She organized
herself first. Once she was ready, in her sleeping tee-shirt, with
clean teeth and moisturized skin, she lay down on her bed. After a
few seconds, she rolled over and picked up the bottle.
How would
it feel, if it was Maya holding the bottle?
Gaëlle rubbed the
neck of the bottle over her sex, letting the glass slide between
her labia, easing them apart and rubbing the cool glass over her
clitoris. Soon, she wanted more, so she raised her head to see what
she was doing as she penetrated herself with the bottle. She closed
her eyes and fantasized that the hand driving the bottle deep into
her belonged to Maya. She was surprised at how easy and how
exciting that was to imagine, now. She tried again, this time with
Gabi as her imaginary partner. That felt good, too.
Odile?
Gaëlle wondered. Also nice!
What about Eric, then? Or Eric and
Maya together. You’re quite shameless, Gaëlle.
That conclusion
made no difference to the orgasm that sprang from her thoughts,
though. She bucked and wriggled as it hit her. Whoo! If I can’t
sleep after that, I don’t know when I will
,
she thought, as
she lowered the bottle gently on to the floor. She was asleep in
less than a minute.

Chapter
Twenty

Maya didn’t
wait until the following week to let Gaëlle know what she thought
of her trick with the dress. “That wasn’t fair,” she declared as
soon as Gaëlle picked up the phone the following day.

“Why? What
happened?” Gaëlle asked in an innocent voice.

“You know
bloody well what happened. I got home, ready to fend off Mister
Lover Boy, and he grabbed my bag and produced your dress. I could
hardly refuse to put it on for him, since I’d worn it for you and
he insisted on seeing even more than I showed to you. I’ll have it
cleaned before I return it, but I’ll be sending you the bill!”

Gaëlle hugged
herself. In telling Maya her own erotic history, she had managed to
introduce her friend to a wider view of sexuality. Now Eric was
reaping the benefits and Maya seemed to be enjoying it, too. “Are
you still talking to me, Maya?” Gaëlle asked. “Will you come on
Monday again?”

“Eric would
strangle me if I didn’t. I’ll be there.”

* * * *

When Maya
arrived for their next session, the atmosphere had changed. Maya
had questions to ask. “If, and it’s a very tentative if, I was
going to try out some of the least of your experiences, how would
you suggest I start?”

“If, and I
appreciate that it’s a very big if, you were sure that you wanted
to experiment, I assume that Eric would want to be with you,
wouldn’t he?” Gaëlle said, trying to appear calm.

“Oh, yes! He’s
the one who is pushing for me to go for it. But remember, Gaëlle, I
have a certain position in society and I don’t intend to jeopardize
it just so Eric can have a moment’s turn on.”

“I understand.”
Gaëlle reassured her. “The idea is to have sexy fun, not to mess up
your life. I’d never want to do that.”