Nathalie... Page #2

Or you obstruct it.

He's busy, he's often travelling.

He's quite funny though.

He got me laughing after two sentences.

You're lucky. Such a cute guy.

- Yea, he can definitely show himself.

You never talk about it.

Maybe you find it normal, but...

- He's been cheating on me for years.

Yea, that sucks. But its not unusual.

Is it tasty?

- Yes very nice.

Hello.

D'you want to drink something?

- Coke.

A coke please.

Everything alright?

- Yes. We saw each other again.

He was sitting in the same place.

With his coffee and newspapers.

He had to go off to work

and gave me a date before lunch.

He paid for a drink.

But it was very busy.

So he suggested a different place.

We went to a hotel.

- The bar of a hotel?

No, to a room.

How so, to a room?

Yes, it happened automatically. He got what he wanted.

You went to bed with him?

Yes.

Thats not it!

Thats not what I asked for!

What then?

- I didn't ask you to get down on him.

He came down on me,

as if he hadn't f***ed in 10 years.

You understood me wrongly.

It was decided.

You're a normal average girl, Nathalie.

After how much time does your

Nathalie go to bed?

I don't know what you want.

Sorry.

I made a mistake.

Hurry up, we'll be too late.

Is there something?

Go without me, I don't feel too well.

Don't do that to me now.

- I thik I'm getting a flu.

Are you angry?

Why would I be?

- People say these things...

which they don't want to say.

D'you want an aspiririne?

- I already took one.

I'll be back early.

Good night. D'you want to drink something?

- A whiskey please.

I have to go now, but I'll be back.

What d'you want?

- Sorry about this morning.

Its ok.

You didn't say it.

- What?

The hotel, the room, how it went.

- Sorry, I don't have time.

I paid you.

Come.

We'll change clothes here.

Lets think...

It was a nice room.

With red colours..

At first there was no hesitation...

maybe because it went so fast.

We took something from the minibar.

I said nothing.

He neither. But I saw from his look

that he really wanted me.

He looked at my breasts.

I stretched a little.

He understood that I wanted him to have his way with me.

I unbuttoned my blouse

and styled my hair

as if I didn't know

my blouse would fall open.

He came to me.

I felt his breathing.

I think he was already very excited.

Then he grabbed me by the neck

and asked me to lie down on the bed

naked with my eyes closed.

He turned off the lights,

except in the bathroom.

Then he took off his clothes.

I didn't see him,

but I felt his eyes cast on me.

He lay down on me.

I felt his mouth in my neck,

his tongue on my breasts.

And then here.

Shall I continue?

He wanted to take my immediately,

but I found that too fast.

I stood up and took another glass.

I was thirsty.

He came behind me.

He stood against my back.

I started to move my thighs.

He took his cock in his hand

and touched me all over.

He asked if I liked it.

He wanted to hear me say it.

Then I gave him a condom

and he came inside me.

He barely moved, as if he was scared

to cum too soon.

Suddently he pulled himself out

and took me to the bed.

There I slowly jerked him off,

carefully.

I didn't want him to cum immediately.

Then I went on top.

I thrust my head backwards.

Often men don't want to be stared at.

They concentrate on what excites them.

How long did it last?

I don't remember. Quite long.

When he came to orgasm, he supressed his scream.

I think he enjoyed it.

And you? How did you feel?

It did excite me some how

that he didn't know you were behind all this.

But for the rest nothing.

When I'm with a customer, I don't feel anything.

Did he notice it?

I pretend. Thats my job.

Now I must leave.

Hi Alice.

- Hi madam.

Everything alright?

- Yes thank you.

Hi madam.

Come along.

Was it here the first time also?

With me its not alright, and with you...

He was too late.

He hadn't had lunch.

Did he order that?

He doesn't like Vouvray.

- I do.

D'you want some?

Its my glass.

- Thank you.

Tasty no?

Did it happen before?

- Before and after.

Sit down.

This time he undressed me.

But not completely.

I cam from the other side of the room

slowly moving towards him

whilst I gave him a tight look.

I stroked my nipples

He came closer.

Then he started licking them

and bit them softly.

He then placed his fingers in my mouth.

He has nice hands,

and a nice skin.

You think so?

- Yes. Its a soft skin.

I took his hand and brought it

between my thighs.

He went inside my underwear

and pushed his fingers inside.

It was quite brutal, but expert-like.

I closed my legs.

He liked me giving resistance.

He penetrated me.

It lasted a long time.

And then he came to orgasm.

This time without supressing a scream.

He didn't want me to leave.

Didn't he go back to the office?

- Not immediately.

He was tired and fell asleep.

I waited til he breathed normally again.

I had a cream in my handbag.

I put some in the palm of his hands.

This smell.

I stroked his cock with it.

I put some on my stomach.

When I felt he was about to cum,

I grabbed him and f***ed him.

Then I kissed him, quickly.

I thought he'd like it.

After that we smoked a cigarette.

He gently took my hand.

I still had appointments and wanted

to get up.

He stopped me:

''I don't want you to leave.''

A girl like Nathalie

would have stayed right?

Is that how you see Nathalie?

About like that, yes.

- Watch out.

He lies like anything.

He isn't allowed to dump you immediately.

I don't expect that.

Living in a hotel must be nice.

Was he talking about me?

He said he had a woman

whom he loved deeply.

Yes, apparently he really loves me.

Have you been doing this for long?

- I don't keep count.

At what time do you start?

- At seven.

How many days a week?

Normally four.

More is possible too, if I want.

You smell good. What fragrance is that?

D'you like it? I bought it today.

No, I'm exhausted.

She's there. Shall we go?

See you later.

Everything alright?

- Yes, with you?

B*tch! Talking about b*tches, d'you

know what I had to do?

A woman wanted the exact same

spots as you.

The previous week she came too.

Make-up Marilyn Monroe.

For the lips she wanted help from me.

Did you see him?

Yes, but I was on the point of not going.

- How come?

I had a problem. Women's things.

But he still wanted to go to the hotel.

He wanted me to undress,

but I refused to.

He could touch me under my clothes I said.

But he wanted to cum together or not.

He asked questions about my life.

I just made up some stuff.

He also told a lot about himself.

And abou you.

He had the feeling that at present you

were somewhere far away.

I asked myself if he knew about it,

if he was violent.

How he would react.

Hello?

- I'm still here.

Am I bothering? Are you free tonight?

- No. Not tonight.

Pity. I'm not working.

- Come eat something.

Come Catherine.

- Til later. I'll call you.

Who was it?

Your mother?

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