Du Cinq a Sept

Andrea got into the habit of getting to the apartment at 42 Rue Anselma every afternoon at 4 o'clock. She found solace in the stillness of the apartment. It also enabled her to finish her working day at the apartment and be present earlier if she was entertaining that evening.

Before heading into the building, she would stop at the little cafe for a latte Macchiato. It was only two doors down and next to the florist where she would buy her weekly bouquet. Andrea would sit at the little table in the window and read discarded copies of Le Monde and Le Figaro as she gazed out into the streets of Paris. She began to notice the little nuances that made Saint-Ouen so delightful. Firstly, the hustle and bustle of the Parisians were part of their daily lives. Some showed a sense of purpose, whilst others had a leisurely pace. With the market at the end of the road, some walked along laden with groceries. The walls adorned by Street Art were one of the things that first attracted her to the district. On rainy afternoons, the water would trickle down them and shimmer with colour. On other days, when the sun shone, she would look upwards as a cloud skittered across the sky. The leaves on the tree opposite performed a green ballet before her eyes. Andrea loved this part of Paris because it allowed her time and space to observe.

After a few months of this routine, Andrea began to notice the exercises of the regular faces in her quarter. Monsieur Gaston would start to pack away his newsstand. Madame Patrice would wait on the stoop of her building for her kids to get home from school, and at 4:45, 'She' would appear.

She was in her late 20s, slightly taller than Andrea, probably a couple of stone heavier than her. She had a pale face framed by shoulder-length hair dark brown. God, she was pretty, at least enough for the workman on the building site down the road to put down tools and look at her. Impeccably styled, she wore a coffee beige trouser suit with a cream knee-length cashmere coat. Her hair was loose but held back off her face by a large knitted chunky scarf.

Although they had never spoken, they would nod courteously as they came and went from the apartment block. Andrea suspected she was in the apartment directly below hers but could not be sure.

Andrea had been going in confidence over the last year and had come to terms with her kinks and impulses. She was no longer shy about making the first move. She found a simple "Bonjour" often held the key to starting a conversation.

Andrea dropped the cost of her coffee onto the table. She looked out the window and caught the eye of the lady looking her way. Andrea smiled, picked up her flowers and headed out the door.

As she approached the apartment block and gave a cordial,

"Bonjour"

"Bonjour," replied the woman in a voice as silky as her clothes. "Beautiful flowers."

"Merci, they brighten up my hallway," Andrea replied.

"They must. I have the same issue in my apartment, and it always feels dark there."

Andrea glanced upwards.

"Ju Suis Andrea, I live on the 5th floor," asked Andrea.

"I am Juliette from the fourth floor."

"I think I am above you."

"You have the penthouse," Juliette said with a smile.

"Is it?" asked a quizzical Andrea.

"For these parts," Juliette said.

There was an awkward silence between the women, and they stared down at their respective shoes.

Juliette said, "You're not how I imagined."

Andrea froze as a torrent of thoughts flooded her mind. What could she mean?

Then Juliette spoke again,

"I'm embarrassed that I thought these apartments were well insulated. However, occasionally, the walls can be a little thin."

Andrea felt her face flushed and taken unawares. She didn't quite know where to look, say or do.

"I'm sorry, I had no idea. I hope I have not been too much of a bad neighbour."

"Oh no, no, not at all. I have to confess that I have enjoyed the thin walls on occasion. It has made some nights with my ex-boyfriend and roommate quite interesting." Juliette smiled.

"I am so sorry. I feel so embarrassed." Andrea felt a little ashamed. She had not considered that people may have been able to hear her. It was one thing to enjoy her kinks with consenting partners. It was another for total strangers to be able to listen to her.

There was, as always, the other side to Andreas' coin. While she did feel embarrassed, the thought also turned her on. The idea was that people may have been able to hear her as she fucked her way around her apartment.

"Andrea, don't be embarrassed; it's fine. I can't complain too much. You are a fascinating person."

"How so?" asked Andrea.

Juliette leaned closer, lowered her voice, and said,

"I didn't realise how empowering it could be to have so many lovers. I am amazed at the sounds I hear."

Andrea was surprised and delighted that the woman before her had enjoyed her antics.

"Well, sometimes you have to make your fun." She said with a smile.

Juliette shivered slightly and wrapped herself into her coat.

"Shallwe escape the cold? "Andrea said.

"Oui, that would be nice."

The girls stepped into the foyer and headed to the elevator. Andrea pressed the call button, and the door instantly slid open. Andrea entered first and selected her floor. She watched as Juliette entered, closed the ornate gate behind her, and stood beside her. Andrea Noticed that Juliette had failed to press her floor number.

The girls stood side by side. Andrea could sense the familiar feeling of excitement in the air. She was unsure what Juliette was doing precisely but suspected it would bring the neighbours closer together.

"So, you're riding the elevator to the top floor?" Andrea asked.

"I didn't want to be presumptuous, but I thought I would walk you to your door," Juliette said with a smile.

The elevator slowed and then stopped, and as the gate opened, Andrea stepped out. Juliette followed, and the two women walked towards Andrea's door.

"That was kind of you."

Juliette looked at the stairway and said, "It is only one flight down. It feels like a long way to travel. Would you like to come in?"

"I would," replied Andrea.

Juliette gave a polite smile, and Andrea noticed a nervous look on Juliette's face.

"Juliette, you didn't think past walking me to my door, did you? it's okay if you don't want to come in." Andrea said it, hoping that she would still want to come inside.

"Yes, I would," Juliette said, and they both entered Andrea's apartment.

Andrea stood aside and let Juliette pass through the door.

"Would you like some coffee?" asked Andrea as they approached the kitchen.

"No, thank you," replied Juliette. "It's not quite the same layout as my apartment; it's slightly bigger."

"Oui, it is a little bigger. Not that it is too much of a problem." Juliette smiled.

"You are the first person I have spoken to in the building," Andrea shouted from the kitchen.

Juliette continued to walk through the house. She was mentally mapping out the apartment's layout against her apartment below. She plotted the lounge, bathroom, and kitchen and finally found what she had sought.

Juliette grasped the door handle, turned it, and opened it. Juliette gasped as she looked into the room directly above her bedroom.

"Wow, Andrea, this room explains why I can hear so much noise when you're here." She said, stunned.

Andrea came out of the kitchen, placed the vase of flowers on the hallway console and looked at Juliette. A slight smirk played across his lips.

"That is one of my favourite rooms," Andrea said unashamedly.

"I can see why," she replied.

The room was decorated like a boudoir from the movie Mouline Rouge. It had a large bed with an ornate wooden headboard at one end. It was covered in a thick, rich red duvet, a mountain of pillows piled up against the headboard.

The walls were a deep plum covered in antique mirrors reflecting the low light around the room. A red oriental rug covered the floor, and a short black leather pommel horse was at the end of the bed. To one side of the room was a four-tier chest of drawers, and a wall-mounted Saint Andrews cross was opposite.

The Saint Andrews cross was covered in blood-red leather padding and had shackles hanging from the upper and lower hooks.

"This is something else," Juliette said. "This must have cost you a small fortune."

"It took me some time to set this room up, but it's worth it," Andrea replied as she sat on the bed.

Juliette took in her surroundings and could not believe what she was looking at. The mirrors reflected the room around her, giving her a sense of vertigo. The more she looked, the more she became hypnotised.

"And you like to be tied up like this?" she asked.

"Yes, I also like to tie people up," she said, looking at her new quarry. "Have you ever been bound, Juliette?"

"I am a little shy with things like that. I can't say I have. I was only curious to find out the source of the noises."

"Now that you have seen one of my secrets, would you like to see how it feels?" Andrea said as she sat and stared at her from the bed.

Juliette didn't know whether she wanted to find out. Andrea stood and walked over to her, placing her hand on the side of Juliette's face. She pulled her into a kiss.

Juliette's mouth opened instinctively, and her tongue slid against Andreas' lips and into her mouth. As their tongues swirled and danced together, Juliette found herself in a new and sensual world. She felt Andrea's hands travel over her body. Andrea began to run her hands over Juliette's body, around her waist and up her back before resting on her shoulders.

"I promise you will be safe with me," she said with another press of her lips against Juliette's open mouth.

"Yes," she replied.

"May I undress you?" he whispered huskily.

"Oui," she said, slightly out of breath.

Andrea unbuttoned her coat, and the two women pulled the jacket from Juliette's shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Juliette felt her breath catch as she looked at the beautiful older woman before her. Juliette could not remember feeling so self-conscious or desired before.

"May I undress you?" asked Andrea.

"Yes," she said.

Andrea touched Juliette's shoulder and moved down to her blouse buttons. Her fingers fumbled over the tiny pearl buttons on her blouse, and she stopped and looked at Juliette quizzically.

"This is the first time I have done this, but I am sure you know that," she said.

"That's okay. You are in safe hands," she said, sliding her hand under the open blouse to Juliette's back and pulling her towards her for another kiss.

"Let me give you a safe word to make you feel more comfortable," Andrea said. She knew the importance of having safe words, consent and trust and wanted to ensure Juliette knew that. "If you want me to stop, just say peaches."

"Oui, Andrea," she said, "I will follow your lead."

Andrea smiled and returned to her task.

She slowly undid the last few buttons of the blouse, pushed it back from Juliette's shoulders and dropped it onto the floor. She stepped back to admire the sight of the tall brunette standing in her living room, clad in just her bra and trousers. Andrea gazed at the lace-trimmed cream bra that was barely covering the woman's breasts. Her nipples were visible beneath the sheer material. Andrea moved closer and kissed Juliette passionately on the lips. As they kissed, she pushed her backwards towards the wall.

Suddenly, Juliette felt the cold, soft leather against her bare back, and she gasped and broke the kiss. Andrea looked deeply into her eyes.

"It feels so cold," Juliette said as Andrea stroked her cheek, leaned into her ear, and whispered.

"If you like that, then this will feel much better." She flicked her tongue into Juliette's ear. "You look gorgeous in your underwear."

"Merci," she replied.

Andrea stepped back and looked at Juliette's body in the low light.

"Remove your trousers, Juliette."

She slipped off her heels and quickly unfastened the buttons and lid of her trousers. Andrea looked over her quietly, taking in every curve of her body.

"Put your heels back on," she ordered.

She did as asked, and Andrea watched as she slid them back onto her feet.

"Parfaite," Andrea said as she stepped back into Juliette's body for another kiss. Her hands moved to cup Juliette's neck as their lips locked in an increasingly passionate embrace. Andrea felt Juliette's hands moving around her waist, pulling her close, and as they kissed, her hand found the top button on Andrea's blouse. She unfastened the buttons one at a time and gently pulled the shirt away from Andrea's body.

Juliette had never been with a woman so openly unashamed of her own body. As her hands ran up and down the older woman's back, she felt the ridges of the corset she was wearing.

"This feels beautifully soft," Juliette said as her hand brushed up her back and onto the front of her corset.

"Oui."

Juliette ran her hand along the top of the corset, tracing the embroidered edges that circled the top of Andrea's breasts and down her sides. Her hands moved along the top of Andreas's dress. She undid the side zip, and it slid down her legs, revealing Andreas's matching stockings and suspenders. As her hands made their way to Andrea's bum, Andrea stopped her and moved her hands down to her sides.

"What do you want me to do?" Juliette asked as she looked into Andrea's eyes.

"Trust me," she said with a smile.

"Oui"

"Consent for me to enjoy you?"

Juliette hesitated a moment and then replied with a soft "Oui".

"Do you remember your safe word?"

"Peaches."

"Good."

Andrea kissed her once more, and she could feel her shallow breath against her lips as they kissed. Their tongues met and danced, and as they did, Andrea skipped her fingertips over her shoulder and down Juliette's arm. At the writs, she grasped it tightly, raised it over her head and pressed it into the leather of the cross. Andrea reached up, used a thick leather padded belt to Juliette's wrist, and fastened it tightly.

"Move your hands back to the wall." She ordered again.

She did as asked, and Andrea kissed her lightly before affixing her other wrist to the other arm of the cross.

Andrea knelt and quickly fixed Juliette's ankles, calf, and thigh to the legs cross.

Andrea stood and stepped back to gaze upon her. Juliette looked delicious, standing in her lingerie and heels against the wall. Andrea took in the view of the woman before her and could not help but smile.

"One last thing," she said, moving to the chest of draws.

When she returned, she carried a leather ball gag and a small bundle of bells.

"I don't think I want to do this," Juliette said.

"If you feel too uncomfortable at any time, then use your safe word and drop the bells. I will stop."

Juliette nodded, and Andrea fitted the gag to Juliette's mouth and placed the bells in her hand.

"How does it feel?" she asked.

Juliette moved her mouth around the gag and nodded her approval.

"Do you like the gag?"

Another nod of approval.

"Good."

"We're going to play a game."

Andrea knelt in front of Juliette and gently pushed her legs apart. She looked at the thin line of silk that was barely covering her sex and ran her fingers up and down the line of fabric. As she did so, she could feel the moisture through the fabric and heard a muffled moan of desire. Andrea moved her finger and slid it between Juliette's labia. Juliette was wet and ready. Andrea moved her fingers slowly up and down, feeling her juices flow and watching as her body responded. Juliette's breathing became rapid, and as she did so, she squeezed her muscles and tried to grind against Andrea's hand.

"Oh, you are a naughty girl."

Andrea pulled her hand away, and Juliette whimpered. She smiled and then ran her fingers back down the thin fabric line.

"Do you want to come?"

A muffled 'Oui' and a nod was all she could muster.

"You need to earn that right. You are going to make as much noise as you can." Andrea Said with a smile. "I want you to imagine I am in your bedroom downstairs, and you want to make me hear you. Can you do that?"

Juliette nodded once more.

"You are not to cum. However, I need you to be loud enough to tell the world how good you feel."

Juliette nodded and braced herself.

Andrea moved her hands between her legs and pulled the flimsy fabric until it broke with a creak, revealing Juliette's glistening mound. She moved her hand between her legs, and with her middle finger, she started to massage Juliette's clitoris.

The reaction was instant.

Juliette threw her head back against the cross and closed her eyes, her moans muffled by the gag. Andrea felt her wetness increase, and she used two fingers to grasp her clit and squeeze it gently. She strummed her clit quickly before letting her fingers move down Juliette's labia to her pulsing hole.

Andrea peppered the wet vagina inching her fingers slowly into the heat of Juliette's pussy.

Juliette moaned loudly as she felt the fingers spreading her lips apart. The squelching sound of her fingers moving inside of Juliette filled the air, and Juliette responded by moaning and bucking her hips, trying to match the rhythm of her thrusts. She fought against the bindings trying to press Andrea deeper into her pussy.

"That's it, Juliette." Andrea encouraged her.

"Mmmhhm." Juliette moaned loudly and started to breathe heavily.

Andrea moved her fingers out of Juliette and up to her clit.

"I told you that if you made a lot of noise, I would let you come."

Juliette looked at her painedly, and Andrea could tell she was close. She moved her fingers up Juliette's face and placed them under her nose.

"Do you like your fragrance?" she asked.

Juliette looked into Andrea's eyes and inhaled the scent from her fingers.

She muffled an "Oui".

"Good," she said as she moved her hand back down Juliette's body and inserted two fingers into her wet sex.

Andrea moved her hand hard and fast, fucking her deep. She watched Juliette's body and felt her muscles begin to twitch and spasm. Juliette's breathing was erratic, and her eyes were wide with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Suddenly, Andrea stopped and stepped away, looking at her prey. Juliette's mound looked wet and sticky.

Andrea moved to the chest, took a leather tawse, and turned to Juliette.

"Now, Juliette. If you won't willingly be loud for me, I may need to encourage you."

She moved to her side and showed Juliette the spanking strap.

"Are you okay to try this?" Andrea asked. She suddenly realised that this was Juliette's first time, and she may not be comfortable.

Juliette nodded emphatically, and Andrea smiled.

"Bien"

"Don't take your eyes off of me, Juliette."

She did as she was asked and looked straight at her as Andrea pulled her arm back and struck the tawse against Juliette's exposed pussy. Although it was not a hard blow, the tawse made a sharp crack as it impacted her labia. Juliette jumped at the unexpected contact; her muffled yelp was music to Andrea's ears.

"Are you okay?"

"Oui," came the muffled reply.

"Good."

"Keep looking at me."

Andrea hit the tawse against Juliette again. The contact was stung, and Juliette flinched. This time, her yelp was louder.

"How do you feel now?"

Juliette was breathing heavily, and her eyes were wide with desire.

"Merci, Andrea," she tried to say.

"My pleasure, Juliette."

Andrea moved the tawse between her legs and started to slap the leather against her vulva. With each stroke, she moved the tawse higher up her slit and closer to her clitoris. Soon, Juliette was bucking her hips and moaning loudly.

"That's it, Juliette. Show me what a good little slut you are."

Juliette groaned as the tawse slapped against her sensitive clit.