Du Cinq a Sept

Du Cinq à Sept: Chapter 9.1 Zara

Andrea loved nothing more than leaving work early and taking a stroll home along the Seines' Rive Droit (the Seine's right bank.) It was still relatively light, although the weather and days had started to close in. As she walked, she heard the seagulls squawking along the lampposts. The noise interrupted the tranquillity of the gentle river slowly meandering east on its journey to the sea. However, the sun shone brightly, and the leaves fluttered autumn colours in the breeze.

Andrea stopped to buy a large bunch of flowers from one of the market stalls that was starting to pack up for the evening. She always bought the largest and most colourful flowers she could find.

"The flowers will have finished their season now." The stall owner said.

"I love them all and will miss their scents when winter comes."

Andrea reached into her coat and handed over the correct money, receiving her purchase in return.

Turning, she continued to walk along the river when she noticed a familiar face jogging towards her. Andrea recognised her but could not work out where she was from. As the jogger approached, Andrea could not help but stare at her striking features. The lady was in her mid-20s, her ginger hair tied back in a ponytail, making her bright white face shine in the sunlight. She wore short Nike running shorts over leggings and a tight Nike DRI-fit running top. Andrea could not help staring at the strength of her abs and arms.

The jogger slowed as she came alongside Andrea, and they smiled at each other.

"Bonjour, Madame Andrea." the jogger said.

"Bonjour," said Andrea, realising that the girl knew precisely who she was.

"A lovely afternoon, oui?"

"It is. The sun is always brighter at the end of the day."

"I know. I love my afternoon runs along the river. "

"And me, my walk."

"Where are you heading?"

"I'm on my way home."

"We haven't seen you for a while, Madame," she said in the most wonderful tone.

"No, no, you haven't," Andrea said, desperately trying to place the young lady.

"I feel you don't recognise me, Madame?" she said with a giggle and a smile.

"I do, and I don't," Andrea laughed.

"Madame, we met a year or so ago with Monsieur Neveux. You were our guest."

Andrea thought back, and it suddenly hit her. She could not help herself and blushed, covering her face with the flowers.

"Zara."

"Oui, Madame. Zara Champnier."

"You were our host. You arranged for me to meet Koji."

"Oui, Madame," she said with a smile. "I have missed you," she said before quickly correcting herself. "We, we have missed you."

It was Zara's turn to feel herself blush.

"I didn't realise you were allowed to watch too." Andrea said with a smile, "That's exciting information".

"I wasn't, Madame; however, sometimes, I break the rules for the right guest!"

Andrea smiled once more. She wished she had known that sooner. She remembered feeling strangely attracted to Zara when they had first met.

"I hope, maybe, you shall return to us once more with Monsieur Neveux," she said, beginning to pace on the spot.

"I hope I shall too." She said as she watched Zara begin to stride away.

"Au Revoir Madame."

"Au revoir," Andrea replied, watching her run away.

Andrea felt this was an opportunity not to be squandered, so she quickly shouted.

"Zara, I just remembered Sebastian is in Marseille until February. Maybe," Andrea said with a pause, "we could get a coffee or something."

Zara turned and paced back, stopping in front of her.

" 'or something' would be lovely, Madame. However, I'm afraid I have to work tonight."

Andrea could smell the sweet aroma of perfume and sweat as she stared into Zara's eyes. Andrea knew she wanted Zara; she could feel it in her raised heartbeat, in her breath, and between her legs.

"However, if Madame would like, you could come to my apartment for coffee?"

"Yes, why not. I have some time to kill."

"Then follow me, Madame," she said with a grin as they strode.

They walked along the riverside, crossing over to the other side and through a park until they came to a small block of apartments. They went inside and walked up three flights of stairs, reaching a small wooden door Zara unlocked.

"Entree," Zara said as they both entered the dark hallway.

It was a small apartment. In an attempt to make space, a bicycle hung from its wheel on a hook from the ceiling. Next to it stood a tall coat stand littered like a scarecrow covered in coats, umbrellas, and scarves. A single light illuminated the hallway.

"Would Madame like a coffee?"

"Coffee, please, Zara. And it's Andrea, you're not at work."

"Entree, entree," she said, ushering her into a little living room as she made the coffee.

Andrea walked across the room and stood by the balcony windows, looking down on the park they had walked through. It was a beautiful view.

Suddenly, Andrea heard Zara cry out in pain. Rushing through the room to the kitchen, she saw her holding a bleeding finger under a tap.

"Are you okay? Let me help."

"Andrea, it's okay. It's my fault; I am not used to my new knives."

"Here, let me look."

Zara removed her hand from under the water, and Andrea saw a small cut down her index finger.

"We will need a plaster for this gauge," she said mockingly.

"Yes, it feels worse than it probably is," Zara said with a smile. "There are some plasters in the bathroom cupboard."

"Let me go, you dry that finger so the plaster will stick."

Andrea went to the bathroom and was soon back with a box of plasters and an assorted bag of sex toys.

"Sorry," Andrea said with a wide grin. "They fell out when I reached for the medicine box."

Zara giggled, "They're not mine; they're my friends. I was looking after them."

"Oh, really?" Andrea said with a cheeky grin. I have a drawer full of toys I am also looking after for a friend." Andrea laughed loudly before saying, "Let's get that finger sorted first, and then we shall get to the truth of the matter."

Andrea applied the plaster, raised Zara's finger to her lips, and kissed it better.

"What a good nurse, "Zara said, blushing once again.

"Come on, tell me the truth. These yours, n'est-ce pas?"

"Oui, they are mine," Zara said, turning red.

"So, you like to use toys?"

"Oui, I don't have much time to meet people."

"That's very naughty," Andrea said, teasing her. "Do you touch yourself thinking of your guests, thinking of me?"

"Yes, yes I do," Zara replied as her voice trembled.

Andrea kissed Zara's hand as she stepped into her personal space.

"Did it excite you to see me tied up? did it excite you to see Koji punish me and fuck me?" Andrea pressed her lips onto every digit of Zara's hand as she looked directly into her eyes.

"Yes. I couldn't resist touching myself, watching you being punished, watching him fucking you."

"Did you cum? Did you cum when you watched him fuck me?"

"Yes, I came," Zara said breathlessly.

"Did you cum when you were lying in bed thinking of him sliding his cock into me?"

Andrea could feel her body beginning to react. Her heart was beating faster, and the heat was rising inside her.

"Oui, Andrea.

Andrea slipped two of Zara's fingers into her mouth and sucked them deeply as she let her other hand slide down between her legs.

Zara adjusted her gate and felt Andrea press her fingers against her heat.

"Is that for me?" Andrea asked, removing her mouth from Zara's fingers.

"Yes."

"Show me," Andrea commanded.

"Yes," Zara said, slipping her arm around Andrea's neck, pushing her backwards and guiding her through a doorway.

She guided her to a chair, where Zara sat down. She spread her legs and ran her hand over her shorts.

"Show me," Andrea demanded, dropping to her knees and resting her hands on Zara's legs.

Zara slid her hands down her shorts, leggings, and panties, pulling them down.

Andrea moaned and licked her lips as Zara's pussy came into view. She could see her engorged lips and her pink clitoris under a tidy ginger landing strip. She was so very wet.

Andrea's hands began to massage Zara's inner thighs.

"Fuck, you are gorgeous."

"I need you," Zara said, slipping a hand between her legs, rubbing her clit, and pushing a finger deep inside her.

Andrea couldn't wait any longer and pulled Zara's finger from her hole.

"Oh, you are so ready," Andrea said as she slipped her tongue between the folds of her labia.

"Fuuuuck," Zara said, throwing her head back.

Andrea moaned a loud "Mmmm" as her lips sucked Zara's lips into her mouth.

Zara began to play with her clit, the juices were already flowing, and her clit was throbbing.

"Oh, God. Mmmm. Andrea," she moaned.

Andrea's tongue pushed its way deep inside Zara. Her mouth was open wide, her lips massaging her labia and her nose pressing against her clit.

"Oui. Oui. More. Please. Fucking more," she cried out.

"Taste so good," Andrea said, lifting her head and slipping her fingers deep inside her. Zara's pussy was warm and wet as Andrea fingered her hard and fast.

"Fuck. FUCK!" Zara cried, gripping the back of the chair with her left hand.

Andrea pushed her fingers in deeper and deeper. She felt Zara's muscles contract and her walls clamp down. Zara raised her bent legs into the air, and Andrea plunged her fingers deep into her gaping hole.

"Fuck! Fuck. Fuuuuuuuck!"

"God, I love watching you cum," Andrea said as she slowly pulled her fingers from her pussy.

"You, you are fucking amazing," Zara said, panting.

"That was just the warm-up," Andrea said with a grin.

Andrea stood up and helped Zara to her feet. As they kissed passionately, Zara could taste herself on Andrea's lips.

"Take me to your room," Andrea commanded.

Zara took her by the hand and walked her through the apartment and into her room. Zara's bed was littered with clothes, and as she led Andrea to her bed, she kicked the clothes out of the way, making a path of clear floor.

"Strip for me," Andrea said.

"Oui" Zara said with a smile.

Zara stood at the end of her bed and slowly removed her running vest top. She pulled the hem up, revealing her abs, her breasts, and her nipples. She threw the vest on the floor and stood naked in front of Andrea.

"Turn around."

"Oui"

Zara slowly turned her back to Andrea, swaying her hips and looking over her shoulder as she did so.

"Your arse is fucking stunning," Andrea said.

"I know,"

"Bend over and show me," Andrea said, standing behind her, running her hands over Zara's buttocks.

Zara bent forward and parted her cheeks.

"Fuck," Andrea said, admiring her redding pussy and her tight brown rosebud.

"Lay face down on the bed, Zara," she said.

"Oui, ma'am."

Zara climbed onto the bed and lay face down. She could hear Andrea removing her clothes. She closed her eyes, and her breathing quickened.

Andrea climbed on the bed beside her and placed her hand on her shoulder.

"Open your eyes, look at me."

Zara opened her eyes and rolled onto her side, resting her head on her right hand.

"Your body is so beautiful, Zara. Every curve is perfect,"

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Tell me what you want," Andrea said softly, caressing Zara's hip.

"I, I want to feel your touch. I want to feel your mouth. I want to taste your lips. I want to hear your moans and the noises you make when I lick and suck your pussy. I want you to sit on my face, and I want to lick you and kiss you and bury my tongue deep inside you. I want to feel you cumming all over my face."

"And you can, but first, I have to make you wet again, and for that, you must close your eyes."

Zara obediently closed her eyes.

"Now relax, let your mind drift,"

"Mmmm, oui."

Andrea began to rub her shoulder, massaging her back and stroking her skin. Her touch was light and sensual. Zara could feel every tingling of Andrea's touches. The sensation of her breasts on her back when she moved her tongue down her spine. Her breath on her skin and then the penetration of the toy into her wet pussy.

"FUCK," Zara cried out as the thick plastic cock pushed into her.

"That's it, let the pleasure take hold,"

"Oh God," she moaned.

Zara could hear Andrea moaning and could feel her moving faster and harder, pushing her to the edge of orgasm.

"I want to fuck you hard. I want to make you cum. I want to make you scream."

"Yes,"

Andrea thrust the toy hard into Zara. Zara cried out in ecstasy, and she gripped the bed covers. With a click, Zara felt the toy begin to vibrate as it extended and contracted, swirled, and whirled deep inside her.

"OH. Ohhhh. Oh, oh, oh."

Zara moved her body, trying to keep the toy from vibrating.

"Oh, God," Zara cried out as the vibrator hit her G-spot.

"You like that?"

"YES!"

"You like being fucked?"

"YES!"

Andrea moved faster and faster. She pushed the toy deep inside her, forcing the tip of the shaft to vibrate against her G-spot. Andreas' hand pressed down onto the small of Zara's back and then moved over the cheeks of her arse. Her finger moved along the crease of her bum before moving up to circle her bum hole.

"OH, GOD."

Andrea moved the dildo with a quick motion as Zara's pussy began to quiver once more. Andrea pressed her index finger against Zara's bum hole and pushed it into her. Zara's muscles fought the sensation before relaxing, and Andrea slid her finger into her bum.

"FUCK. Fuck, Fuck. Ooooh. UHHHHHHH,"

"That's it, cum for me."

"YES. YES. YES."

Zara could not control her body as the orgasm ripped through her once more. Her body shook and spasmed, and she screamed.

Andrea moved the vibrating toy in and out of her, prolonging her orgasm.

"YES. YES. FUUUUUUUCK. Oh, fuck."

"Come here," Andrea said, turning her over.

Zara's legs were still shaking as Andrea climbed on top of her, kissing her.

"Kiss me. Kiss me, please," Zara pleaded.

"You don't need to ask," Andrea said before their tongues began to explore each other's mouths. Zara kissed her passionately, like a woman with an unquenching thirst.

"Fuck. You are so good," Zara said, gasping for air. "I didn't think I could feel like this."

"That was just the warm-up."

"The warm-up? You call that a warm-up?"

"I do, I am not finished yet,"

"I am. I can't take any more. Not yet. It's too much. Too soon,"

"No, no, no, we have plenty of time."

"No, no, no, you're not listening. It's too much. Too many."

"I heard you, but that's not true," Andrea said, wiping the sweat from her brow.

"You know what I love," Andrea asked.

"No."

"Let me show you."

Andrea stood and looked around the room. On a pile in the corner, she found Zara's grey bathrobe. Picking it up and giving it a shake, Andrea held it up high, slid the belt from its loops and hung it on the back of the door.

"Lay on your front, Zara."

Andrea stood over her, pulled her hands around her back, and tied them together with a simple double-column tie.

"Turn over, ma belle."

Zara did as she was told and looked up as Andrea knelt beside her.

"You have lovely firm breasts; do you know that?" she asked.

"Really? I always thought they were too small." She said shyly.

"Non, they are stunning," Andrea said with a smile.

Andrea let her fingertips dance along Zara's collarbone.

"And such soft skin,"

"Thank you,"

Andrea cupped her right breast and leaned forward to kiss her.

"Mmm, mmmm"

She then took her nipple into her mouth and sucked it gently.

"Yes. Yes, yes, oh, oh."

Andrea could feel her nipple hardening.

"Mmmm, nice."

"Please, more,"

Andrea sucked the hard nipple into her mouth, and her hand pinched the other.

"Oh, yes, please. Don't stop. More. More,"

"I love the sounds you make," Andrea said as she let the nipple slip from her mouth.

"Please,"

Andrea ran her tongue across the nipple before taking it in her mouth and sucking it hard.

"Yes, oh, yes, yes."

Andrea squeezed her left nipple and tugged on it, causing her to cry out in pain.

"FUCK."

Andrea pinched the nipple and pulled on it, tugging it harder and harder before letting it go. She went over and sucked the left one into her mouth. Zara moaned loudly as she felt Andrea's fingers pull and roll her right nipple hard.

"YES. FUCK. OOOOOHH."

Andrea bit down on the left nipple. Zara could feel the sting of the pain, the throbbing sensation.

"FUCK."

"Your nipples are so sensitive."

"They are. I have never been able to control myself," she said.

"Good, I will keep going."

Andrea pulled and tugged on the nipples as Zara began to squirm beneath her. She continued sucking and pulling, cupping and caressing Zara's nipples as she wriggled on the bed. Her hands bound at her back, making Zara arch her back and press her tits into the air. Her legs parted as she searched in vain for Andrea's hands to touch her mound.

"Please, please, oh, fuck, please."

Andrea sat between Zara's legs and looked down at her.

"You are beautiful, so beautiful."

"Please. Please. I can't wait any longer,"

"Yes, you can,"

"Please, I can't,"

"Yes, you can,"

"I need it. I need you."

"Shhhh,"

Andrea lowered her head and sucked Zara's nipple and tight areola deep into her mouth. She could feel Zara press her pussy against her tummy. Zara could feel her orgasm rising as Andrea concentrated her attention on her nipples. She writhed beneath her and moaned, desperate for release.

"Please, I need to cum, I need to cum, I NEED TO CUM!"

"Do it, do it, cum, cum, cum."

Zara bucked and writhed, her body trembling, her heart pounding, her lungs burning.

"Mmm mmm" she cried.

Zara felt the sensation of her orgasm building with the sheer pleasure of Andreas focused attention on her nipples.

Her hands bound behind her, she writhed under her as she begged for release.

"Yes, yes, yes, make me cum" she cried out.

"Cum! Cum! for me"

Andrea could feel her heart pounding as she watched the desire in Zara's pleading eyes.

The orgasm would come with the lightest of touches of Andrea's fingers on her clitoris.

"Please, Andrea, I can't, no more, I, please. Fuck" she babbled as she ached for Andrea to finish her off.

Andrea ran her tongue as fast as she could over her nipples, sucking it deep into her mouth, and then, with the lightest of touches, she let her finger brush Zara's wet pussy like a ghost.

It was the lightest of touches, but Zara's body exploded like a firework. Her body convulsed in an explosion of colour. She threw her head back and rolled her eyes into her head, holding the position as she felt the exhilaration of another orgasm engulf her.

"OH, GOD, OH, GOD, OH, FUCK, OH, GOD."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Andrea's finger continued its ministrations, stroking the wetness, the juices flowing from her hole, her clit twitching and throbbing.

With her last ounce of strength, Zara arched her back and thrust her hips up. Andrea pushed two fingers deep inside her, feeling her wet walls clench and spasm as she came again.

"OH, GOD. FUCK. YES, FUCK, YES."

"Yesssssss"

Andrea moved her hand down to Zara's thigh.

"Are you okay?" Andrea asked, kissing her softly.

"Yes. God, yes. That was intense."

"You look incredible when you orgasm, do you know that?"

"Mmmm" she smiled.

"You look so wonderful, all flushed and glowing."

"Thank you," Zara said, trying to move.

She realised her hands were still bound tightly.

"Oh, um. Would you mind untying me?" she asked.

"Not until I've finished with you."

"What, you, no, no, no, please."

"Yes, yes, now lie back and enjoy it."

Andrea rooted through the bag of toys and pulled out a long, double-ended dildo. She slid the tip of the dildo against Zara's pussy and ran it along her lips, lubricating the end.