RECONNECTING WITH MIREILLE

I could still remember the last time when we made love for the entire day, and the look on her face as I slid her thong to her ankles when she took great delight in showing me her bald pussy, wanting to impress me with it. She did impress me. At the time I wanted to ask her the why and how she had a bald pussy for the first time I had known her, though I didn’t get around to asking.

Why not ask now, I mused as I set about answering her email. “Hi Mireille, so pleased you asked am I up for a coffee or drink? Of course I am up to it. I can still recall the look on your face the last time we met when you took great delight in showing me your bald pussy, wanting to impress me with it. You know I was impressed and immediately turned on. My voyeur side has wanted to ask you ever since the why and how of you had a bald pussy for the first time I had known you. Did another man prompt you to go bald? Did he shave you, or did you have it waxed?”

When her reply email arrived I was aroused by her answers. “So pleased to receive your voyeur side questions. Bald via waxing, yes, you know me so well, a request by a younger guy I had a fling with. I did have it waxed while he watched. Currently no longer bald.”

Her email prompted my to send another email. “One of my great regrets in life is never responding to you taunting me. Asking me could you handle watching another man, a young man, giving me cunnilingus, licking my clitoris, you know how much I love being teased licked? I have dreamed and fantasised about it countless times, watching another man, a young man, giving you cunnilingus, licking your clitoris. Every time with a hard on for you.”

Her email response read, “Would you like me to wash away your regrets, watch another man, a younger guy I am having fling with, give me cunnilingus, lick my clitoris, you know how much I love being licked? Let me know. I would love you to watch him fucking me with his tongue. Though you would have to watch without any touching. Could you handle that? And I am no longer bald.”

A series of flirting emails before we met for our drink, the final one. “Was your hard on for me or my younger guy? Or both of us? I told him all about you and how we are still casual lovers. I also told him how well hung you are when I arouse you, nine-inches and thick.”

“Yes Mireille, I am ready. I have dreamed and fantasized about it countless times, watching another man, a younger guy, giving you cunnilingus, licking your clitoris. Every time with a hard on for you. Including now as I email you.”

When we met at two-thirty for our drink, Mireille looked sensational in her heels and a black, above the knee, tight fitting dress, with a long zipper down the back of it, She had another man, her younger guy with her, arousing my latent bi-sexuality. He really was a young guy, just past his teens, around twenty-years younger than Mireille and me. He was a pretty, well built young guy, exactly the type of young guy I imagined Mireille would choose for her sexual satisfaction. After the first drink, Mireille was taunting me, asking me. “Could you handle watching my young guy, giving me cunnilingus, licking my clitoris, you know how much I love being teased and licked? Are you ready to watch? Remember you can look and watch, though no touching.”

I was looking directly at her young guy when I told her, “Yes, I am ready to watch you sexually pleasure Mireille, give her cunnilingus, lick her clitoris.” His reaction as he licked his lips confirming he wanted me to watch.