Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Latest update from "Ava: Confessions of a Country Club Cougar."

Ava and Francois are on vacation in Europe.

We were enjoying our drinks, when a couple of young girls came up to me and asked if I was American. Apparently, they could tell by my clothes. The teenagers were learning English and wanted to try out their new skills on a real-life Yank. We ended up talking about “Friends,” which they loved and Hollywood movies. I guess somethings are universal. It was kind of unusual watching teenagers drinking with adults, but the French kids seemed to be able to handle their alcohol. They sipped at their wine and we chatted for hours as the time flew by. The conversation slipped between English and French, especially when the girls got heated about Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie.
Suddenly, I looked up and noticed the bar staff were starting to stack the chairs on the tables. That was a sign we needed to leave. So we bid the girls, Yvette and Anna, goodbye. Like all young people, they said they would look up us on Facebook and we went home. Francois and I had consumed a couple of bottles of wine and I was beginning to feel the effects. We enjoyed the warm Parisian night as we staggered back to the apartment. I stood on the balcony, listened to the hum of traffic and watched the twinkling lights of the city. The Eiffel Tower stood out like a lighthouse in a sea of lights. I breathed in the air and sighed as I felt Francois come up behind me and kiss my neck. He whispered something in French and I felt my panties get wet. That language always did it for me. His strong hands cupped my breasts and I felt his hardness pressing against my back. I felt him lift up my skirt and reach for my dripping pussy.
“Ah,” he said, surprised to find I was bare under my skirt. “No panties. How naughty of you. If I had known, I would have tried to finger you in the bar.”
I laughed and sighed as I felt his finger slide deep into my pussy. I leaned forward on the balcony and pushed my hips out.
“Let’s do it here,” I whispered.  Francois was already excited and didn’t need to be asked twice. I heard the rasp of his zipper and felt his pants drop. He lifted my skirt over my hips until my ass was bare. He gave my butt a gentle slap.
“Naughty American,” he said with his sexy French accent. “You want this African dick right here?”
“Come on Francois,” I whispered. “Don’t make me beg for it. I haven’t had any since we left America.”
He laughed, parted my ass cheeks and slipped his thick dick into me. I gasped as I felt him penetrate me. We had fucked many times before, but nothing was a sweet as the moment when I felt that first thrust.  Francois gripped my hair, just as I liked, as he slammed against me. The only sound that could be heard in the night was the slapping of his hips against my butt. I looked out across the sea of lights as I felt myself steadily getting to the peak. The balcony made a few ominous creaks, and in the back of my mind, I remembered a story about an amorous teen couple, who plunged to their deaths while fucking on a balcony. I suddenly had a fleeting thought about dying with my skirt up and bare ass out and was mortified of my kids seeing the images. But my body had a mind of its own. Francois was slamming me hard and I suddenly felt my pussy tighten up and milk his dick. We both groaned quietly as we came together. We embraced and kissed on the balcony and then collapsed onto the bed.
We slept pretty late as we were still tired from the flight and a night of drinking. But when I woke up, I was horny again. You would think after the previous night’s romantic fuck I would have been satisfied, but the more good sex we women get, the more we want. I woke first with a slight hangover from the previous night’s drinking and went into the bathroom. When I came back, Francois was still asleep. His dark skin stood out against the crisp, white sheets. I pulled back the covers and revealed his beautiful, ebony body. His dick was still flaccid. I decided to do something about that, and I bent over and took him into my mouth. He was soon hard with a raging erection. I learned that morning wood is no joke, men’s first erections are often the strongest. Francois mumbled something in French in protest, but I kept sucking his dick. When he was nice and stiff, I slipped his cock out of my mouth and rode him. He was half asleep, but I only needed his body to cooperate and not his mind. He woke halfway through my ride and made a sarcastic crack about me taking advantage of him. I covered his mouth.
“Just lay there and be quiet, fella” I said sternly. “I’m in the middle of something.”
He lay there and I enjoyed his huge erection as it thrust into me. His dick was rubbing against my clit and it felt delicious. Francois was now fully awake and I could feel him pushing into me. I suddenly felt him spurting cum into my pussy, and I rode him faster. I grabbed his muscled chest as an orgasm wracked my pussy. My head went back and I howled as I came. Afterwards, we were both spent and we went back to sleep. After all we were on vacation.