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from Nicole Flandre: THE LOVES OF ODETTE
Copyright (c) 1992 Spectrum Press Inc.
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Published by Spectrum Press Inc.
ISBN 1-57138-111-2
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A Meeting in Paris
Close to a crisis now, Odette broke the stillness and cried
out. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
She whimpered as Michel's swollen organ drove hard and deep
into the depths of her sex, groaning as her husband moved
vigorously inside her body. Michel's hands grasped her buttocks
firmly as his chest crushed her breasts. With his face pressed
beside hers, she could hear his short grunts of passion. His
penis felt huge inside her passage, the muscles of her sex
straining to contain him. She had a narrow channel, and were it
not for the thin layer of feminine lubrication, she was certain
his organ would burn her flesh. She wrapped her legs around his
back and squeezed his body, clinging to him as he pounded her.
She gasped, her fingers digging deeper into the muscles of his
back, her eyes closed as she lay beneath him on the wide bed.
They'd kicked the covers away before starting to make love,
and now they lay naked on the smooth clean sheet that would soon
be spotted. These moments of love were precious to Odette. She
had eagerly scattered her underthings across the deep rug as
Michel had stripped off his trousers to expose an enormous
erection. In another moment they were on the bed. Odette had
attempted to get him to kiss and caress her a bit before they
started, but he'd been too eager and had quickly forced her down
and pulled her legs apart. And of course she couldn't help
herself when he did that. As his finger rubbed her clitoris, she
felt her juices flowing. She was hot and ripe and there was no
way to stop him. When Michel's penis pushed inside her sex, she
closed her eyes and moaned and wished it would go on forever.
Now Michel's strokes shortened and Odette could feel the
tightening in his thighs. He was always so powerful when he took
her, and she admired him for his strength and the size of his
organ. His hips slammed down on hers with more force and she knew
the end would arrive soon. She braced herself for the final
onslaught. This was the part she liked best. She loved it when he
moved quickly, hard and quick and deep inside her. She panted,
urging him on, uttering words she never used in ordinary
conversation, shaking her head from side to side as every inch of
her body vibrated with his pounding thrusts. "Ah oui!" she cried
as Michel's control broke and his thighs twitched and jerked in
furious spasms.
Then he cried out, plunging his penis deep inside her as
Odette lifted her hips to meet him. He drove his organ into the
deepest recesses of her sex, and an instant later he came, the
spurts hot and thick far up in her passage.
The discharge seemed to burn through Odette's body. She
gripped Michel tightly as the sperm bathed her channel. Her head
pressed into the pillow and her heels dug at the mattress as her
body tensed with pleasure. She moaned without knowing it,
gripping Michel with her arms and legs as the warmth spread
everywhere. Her nerves reflected the orgasm back from her brain
to her sex, and again her passage clutched at his penis,
squeezing it as if to drain the last of the sperm out of it.
Suddenly she went limp. As Michel's organ grew soft inside
her, she lay back on the bed like an abandoned rag doll, her
limbs loose, her face flushed, her mind blank.
Five minutes passed.
When Odette finally turned to look at Michel, she found him
asleep. His limp penis dangled over his balls as he lay flat on
his back, the organ still thickly coated with the juices of their
lovemaking.
Odette told herself she'd need to wake him soon, otherwise
they'd be late for the cinema. It wasn't every evening they drove
into Paris for a night on the town. In fact, to her chagrin, they
hardly ever went anywhere. Most of her friends in Montigny
appeared to have the same problem.
She looked at Michel's penis again. Now it was so small,
shriveled to almost nothing to signal his total exhaustion. He'd
never been this way when they'd first met. In those days he never
fell asleep so quickly after they made love. But they were still
in love with each other, and the lovemaking was still good even
if they no longer shared those long weekends in bed. Michel said
it had something to do with the pressure of his job. He worked
for an industrial consulting firm in St. Gratien. Usually, when
he arrived home in the evening, he was so tired he fell asleep in
front of the television screen. Odette tried to be sympathetic.
She knew he worked so hard for both of them, but there were times
when she wished they could relive the passion of their first
joyous weeks together. On occasion she feared their amorous life
was finished except for those few short interludes that left
Michel exhausted and herself aching for more. She tried not to
think about it, because all that happened was that it made her
more hungry for love.
"All right, it's time," she said now to Michel. "We'll be
late if you don't get up at once."
Michel groaned. "Are you really sure you want to go?" He
rolled on his side, opened his eyes, then rolled over on his
belly.
Odette knew she'd need to act quickly or the cause would be
lost. This was not the first time such a thing had happened. Once
Michel was asleep, she would not have the heart to awaken him
again. No, it was impossible. She was determined to get out this
evening. He might need the rest, but she deserved to get out
somewhere.
"Please, Michel, let's go the cinema!" The thought of
watching television by herself while Michel slept brought her to
the brink of tears. She had done that too many times. "You said
you wanted to go," she whined. She knew she sounded like a nag
and it made her feel awful. That was the last thing in the world
she wanted. She loved and respected and adored Michel. She knew
their life together was good. But she hadn't realized things
would be like this. She hadn't realized marriage could be so
difficult.
Now Michel rolled over to get up. Odette looked at the clock
and realized she had to hurry and get dressed. She rose to gather
her bra and panties from the floor. She could feel Michel's eyes
on her as she slipped each firm breast into the tight brassiere.
She was almost thirty, but she still had a good body and she
intended to keep it a long time. When she picked up her panties,
she discovered the wetness in the crotch and she grimaced. She
tossed the panties into the laundry basket and she went to a
drawer to find another pair. Before she put them on, she went to
the bathroom to wash. She hoped by the time she returned, Michel
would not be asleep again.
* * *
"We're early," Michel announced as they moved in the heavy
traffic of the Avenue de Clichy. "Why don't we have a glass of
wine somewhere?"
Odette looked at him. Usually he hated to spend money
without reason. Merely coming into the city for the cinema was
expensive enough, considering all the debts they had. Then she
saw the sign he'd been looking at, a large glittering sign over a
cafe. "I'd love it," Odette said. "Provided we can afford it."
"No more than a carafe of wine," Michel said. "We have about
two hours before the cinema, so we can leave the car here and not
bother with parking near the Od‚on. That's sensible, isn't it?"
Odette would have agreed to go anywhere he wanted to take
her. It was so rare for them to go out like this, if he wanted to
stop and have some wine, she was delighted by it. "Marvelous,"
she said. She snuggled closer to him on the seat, proud to be
with him, proud to have other women see her with him. They found
a parking space not far from the cafe and made sure to lock the
car. The Peugot was new, but not so noticeably new that anyone
would want to steal it. Michel slid his arm around her waist as
he led her across the boulevard. An old clochard standing in a
doorway looked at them, and Odette pressed closer to Michel and
felt wonderful again to be with her husband.
The place was more a bistro than a cafe, and hovering on the
edge of seediness. When they walked in, they found themselves
practically in darkness. But the dark ambience covered any traces
of wear and made the room more appealing. The mood was soft and
erotic, and as Odette squeezed Michel's hand, she was happy to be
there. "It's pleasant," she whispered. "Yes, I like it."
They sat at a table and Michel ordered a carafe of red wine.
Although the room was large, the tables around it were set close
enough to give an intimate flavor. At one table Odette noticed a
couple about their own age. At another table was a man with a
woman who seemed to be his wife, the man in his fifties and his
wife about the same age. They seemed to be enjoying themselves.
At a table close to theirs was a younger man, late thirties,
early forties, his eyes appearing to appraise Michel and Odette.
Michel ignored the man and looked away. Odette thought the man
looked like a pleasant type, but she guessed he was in the cafe
to find a woman. This was the sort of place certain women might
frequent to meet men. Odette felt a sudden ache in her sex as she
imagined herself coming into a cafe like this one to flirt with a
man.
Then Odette noticed the woman with the man at the far table
was staring at her as she slowly sipped her drink. The look
wasn't at all casual, but a look of obvious interest. Odette
wondered if she might know the woman, and then decided she did
not. The man with the woman glanced at them also, but he tried to
be subtle about it. Now the man and the woman whispered together,
and Odette had a distinct feeling they were talking about herself
and Michel. And saying what? She was puzzled, wondering what
those two people were saying to each other.
Odette was almost finished with her first glass of wine,
when the woman at the far table rose and started toward them.
Odette could not help watching her. The woman wore a red sweater
and her breasts jutted sharply even though the sweater was not
particularly tight. Her black trousers were not too tight either,
but they clung to her body and revealed her trim hips. Her light
blonde hair hung across her shoulders, and from the way it
reflected the dim light, Odette guessed the color was natural.
Odette was certain the woman intended to speak to her. Their eyes
met for a moment, but then the woman walked on past Odette and
Michel.
Odette watched the woman as she walked to the opposite wall
where a coin telephone booth was located. The woman now stepped
into the booth to make a call. Odette wondered what the woman
might be up to, and when she looked back at the man, she found
him with his eyes lowered. Whatever the woman's interest in
Odette and Michel, her companion did not seem to share it. Odette
looked at the telephone booth again to see the woman retrieving a
coin from the machine. The woman stepped out of the booth and
returned to the bar, and as she sat down beside the man, Odette
decided they were husband and wife. Yes, they did look married.
Now she wondered why they appeared to behave so strangely.
No, you're thinking like a country girl, Odette told
herself. What difference did it make how they acted? This was
Paris, wasn't it? There were so many different people in the
city.
When the lone man in the cafe paid his check and left,
Odette noticed the blonde woman's eyes had again returned to her
and Michel. Again the woman whispered to her husband, but this
time he seemed more intent upon what she was saying. The man
nodded his head slowly, and the next moment the woman rose for
the second time. This time Odette was certain the woman would
speak to them...
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