Erotic fiction inspired by Paulette A in “Epavlie”
I was in London for a trade show and chose to stay in a guesthouse as I was sick of hotels. I arrived mid-morning, jet lagged from the long flight. The owner was an attractive brunette, but to be honest she barely registered I was so wiped out. I dropped my bags and headed over to the conference center.
When I got back after a long day, the owner was kind enough to make me a snack and a hot drink. Something about her looked really familiar, but there was no reason we would ever have met before. I figured it was just the jetlag playing tricks on my mind. She offered me a nightcap to help me sleep; I was enjoying her company, so I went into the living room with her for a glass of whisky.
As we clinked glasses I asked her to call me Greg, and she replied, “All right, but then you must call me Paulette.” The name rang a bell, and she did look so familiar – slender and pretty, with a lovely smile. As we chatted, she told me she was originally from the Ukraine, and had been a model. That didn’t surprise me, she was certainly attractive enough; but the penny still didn’t drop. I was still thinking about her smile when my head hit the pillow, and I was out like a light.
The next morning I felt like a million bucks. Paulette fixed me breakfast, and invited me for cocktails that night – I was pretty sure that wasn’t in the brochure! My day went well and I went back to the guesthouse, showered and went downstairs to meet Paulette. She looked amazing in a figure-hugging black dress and heels that showed off her stunning figure.
I’d brought the ingredients for some hors d'oeuvres, and Paulette watched, mesmerized, as I put them together. Being a chef certainly has its benefits. I placed a dozen corn tortilla chips on a plate and topped each one with a dollop of fresh guacamole and lobster tail. Paulette's eyes were rapt as she watched me, and as she leaned in to try one she idly put her arm around my waist.
“Mmmm, that’s amazing,” she purred, giving a little orgasmic shimmy.
We moved to the couch with our drinks and snacks, Paulette sitting close, our legs almost touching. Paulette's legs were incredible, long and slender in her strappy heels. She put her hand on my knee while she munched another chip. Her perfume was intoxicating, gardenia and musk and something else...
“Greg, is something wrong? You’re staring.”
I blushed a little, and so did she. Time to ‘fess up. “Paulette, it's just that you look so familiar. I'm sure we haven't met before but I can't stop thinking about you.”
“Well that's not so bad,” she smiled. “Maybe you saw some pictures of me? I didn’t say so before, but I was a nude model…”
Recognition flooded through me. Of course! I blushed even harder as I realized what that meant; I had lingered over naked photos of her, studied her beautiful body… I gazed at the ceiling, embarrassed.
Paulette immediately put me at ease though, teasing me a little bit and then going to the mini bar to fix us both another drink. My eyes were glued to her every second. She was every bit as gorgeous as I remembered, and her figure had filled out perfectly; as she turned I detected a lovely jiggle.
We talked about her modeling days and she got a bit emotional remembering the good times. I gave her a comforting hug, those big, soft puppies a distracting pressure against me. I’m a keen amateur photographer, and somehow I ended up agreeing to take some photos of her, just for a bit of fun.
I could hardly believe my luck! I set up my camera on a tripod opposite the couch while Paulette went to get ready. She was a vision from a daydream as she stepped out of her bedroom, still in her heels but wearing nothing except a white lace top and skimpy panties that left very little to the imagination.
“You look incredible,” I told her, and I meant it. “Portraits aren’t my usual thing though, so why don’t you take the lead?” As I’d hoped, deferring to her modeling experience boosted her confidence and we soon got into the shoot. We started with her posing in the doorway, bending over with perfectly straight legs, her ass looking fantastic in her barely-there panties. She moved to the couch, lying along the back with her bottom facing me, giving me a saucy wiggle and a grin. Then she kneeled on all fours and placed her hands on the floor; I reclined even lower and shot upwards, catching a big smile and her perfect breasts hanging low with an assist from gravity, areolae visible through the sheer fabric. Then a quick shot of Paulette passing into the bedroom and beckoning for me to follow.
She kneeled on the bed with her back to me, flashing me a smile over her shoulder as she peeled off her top. Her boobs spilled out, even better than I remembered from her photos. I began to shoot close ups of them, noting how her nipples were hardening alluringly.
I genuinely wasn’t expecting things to go any further, so I practically stopped breathing as she started lowering her panties, a teasing milimeter at a time. Finally she was completely naked. Uncovered now, her beautiful folds were mesmerizing. I moved in closer; her womanly aroma was making my face flush with desire, and I could see she was getting wet.
“Can you roll over and… um… push your bottom up?” I asked shyly.
“How’s this?” she said, holding her firm little cheeks apart, giggling.
“It’s gorgeous, but it’s getting very difficult to be a gentleman and a professional,” I grinned. I managed to stop my hands shaking enough to get some great shots of her smooth pussy. It was stunning, lovely and fluted, the hood and clit distinct and perfect. Pale pink, and flushed darker on the lips. Paulette was running her fingers over her pussy. I took a long look and then our playful glances locked.
“You're so beautiful, Paulette…” I said, and then we were kissing. Lips so wet and sweet, I couldn't stop. My arms were full with this lovely naked woman. Paulette began to massage her folds and circle her perky clitoris. I pulled back a little so I could watch her.
She smiled so sweetly as she relaxed against the pillows, then closed her eyes and began to pleasure herself intensely. She spread her legs wide and lifted her pelvis. I had to keep shooting, this was incredible, her lips just beginning to open, revealing her shining pink interior. She reached down with two fingers and pulled up and out, making her slit into an oval. Wet. Her pussy was definitely flowing.
Then her fingers were searching and two fingers found their path, sliding deep inside her and out again, shining with her flowing wetness. At that moment I was lying flat, getting the most incredible shots of her bottom, her labia glistening in the light. She turned on her side, soaked two more fingers with saliva and swirled them around her asshole. All this while she was finger fucking herself with passion.
“Ah Greg, I wish this was you!” she gasped, fingers deep in her ass now, spreading it and pounding herself.
“Soon enough Paulette, but don't stop! Please finish, baby.”
She rolled onto her knees, face down and her bottom held high, her fingers fucking her pussy and asshole, hands slapping on her cheeks. She buried her face in the pillows and shuddered her orgasm out, gasping and shivering.
Enough photography! I thought and put the camera down, dropped my pants and slid beside Paulette. I wrapped her in my arms and we kissed again. She reached for me and I was stiff and ready.
She wrapped the fingers of both hands around me. “Greg you're so lovely and big! I don't know if you'll fit!”
“Oh sure, Paulette, it won't be a problem.”
“No I mean in my bottom! Now you know I love it...” she smiled.
“We'll see, but right now I want to watch you while you come, baby.” I climbed on top and seconds later I was inside her pussy. Paulette was ecstatic, her hands all over me while I pounded her steadily, her slim ankles crossed behind my back. She pulled my lips down to hers, thrusting up with her pelvis to meet me, grinding to prolong her climax, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.
When she caught her breath, Paulette rolled over and wiggled her tight little bottom at me. Her eyes were glowing and her smile was wide.
“I'm ready for you now. You can fuck my bottom now, darling...”
I licked her asshole, leaving it nice and wet. Then I got in position and gave it a try. First push I got it inside while Paulette leaned back a little to help, but I was able to get in a bit deeper each thrust. She was very tight yet able to stretch around me and soon I was deeply inside her ass. It felt as if we were locked together, but I could move a little if I was gentle. And I was, so slow and easy, letting Paulette set the pace. Paulette was hungry for it, and before long we were able to get a smooth pace going. Her bottom felt great – warm and tight and round and lively, shivering a little, and I was shivering too; I was close. But we made it last; I was right on the edge but held back and fucked very slowly, feeling the incredible friction of her asshole stretched so tight around my shaft.
“Are you ready, Paulette?” breathing hard...
“Yes, Greg!” gasping, “Do me now!” I wrapped her up, my arm around her boobs and my hand in her folds, banging on her clit, my hips thrusting hard and firm, pushing Paulette into her orgasm. She almost got free she was so wild in her pleasure, but I held her slim body tight and she shuddered in ecstasy, moaning while I came as well; feeling her tight bottom grow warm and slippery and my brains went a little scrambled...
That was just the second night of the trip. Paulette and I met for cocktails at eight every night, and so much more. I quit my job and I've been in London ever since!
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