Victor lived in a large apartment on the second floor of his building, a four or five room apartment, very comfortable, cozy, and very well heated. He helped me take off my fur, my scarf and my gloves, then he guided me to a large living room where he turned on the indirect lights. I sat down on a deep sofa, and he left to make tea. During his short absence, I detailed the furniture, objects, paintings and trinkets to try to better understand the personality of this man; but I found no photo of him or his ex-wife, nor evidence of any female or male presence.He returned with a tray lined with a teapot, two large cups, a plate lined with petit fours, and two tall liquor glasses in which an amber liquid shone. “You will taste my family cognac; it comes from the vines of one of my cousins ​​near Cognac.” He came and sat down next to me, took my hand, placed a kiss there and served the service. The tea was delicious, the biscuits soft, and we got to know each other better.Without any shame, in total confidence, I began to tell him how I had come to this, omitting only my relationship with Mourad and my sissy evenings with eager gentlemen. He listened to me silently, contenting himself with smiling or nodding his head in assent, and his hand had taken mine again, as if to communicate to me this trust, this intimacy that was in the process of settling between us.When I had finished he took the floor in his turn: “Before talking to you about me – by the way, isn't it shocking to you that I'm talking to you now? I smiled at him, shaking my head no, and Victor then offered me one of the cognac glasses on the tray, he then took his and we clinked glasses; then I lifted the glass to my lips and took a long sip, which made me cough and almost choke me as the heat of the alcohol suddenly radiated my throat, which was not used to such strong liquors... Victor burst out laughing, telling me took her in her arms and kissed me passionately on the lips. “My darling, with me you will soon discover heaps of pleasures that were unknown to you. I already love you so much…” Then he took my hand again while the alcohol radiated my whole body with a warmth that was a little dazed, and he continued, “I already told you my name; I am fifty six years old, I have been divorced for five years, and I live alone, dividing my time between a family home near Cognac and my offices in Paris. I have a lot of free time, and I live very isolated since my divorce two years ago... Also, when I saw you the other evening, you seemed so fragile, so adorable, so intimidated, that I couldn't resist the temptation to approach you. I must tell you that women intimidate me a lot. My wife is the only woman I have known, and she asked for and obtained a divorce, because I had been naive enough to tell her of the trouble I felt in the presence of certain young men or certain people... like you my dear. I owe you admit that during our first meeting yesterday afternoon I suspected that you were a transvestite! Your femininity was delicious, but it was your shyness, your flight from my gaze, that seduced me. I saw the trouble in your eyes, this mixture of surprise and I hoped from that moment that you would accept my invitation. That's why I bless the chance that allowed this delicious meeting. »He then approached me, took me again in his arms and I surrendered completely, exhilarated and vaguely dazed by the alcohol I had drunk, to his passionate kiss and his loving embrace.After a while, Victor took me in his arms and carried me to a large bedroom where he laid me gently on the bed, then he drew the heavy curtains and turned on a small bedside lamp. He slowly undressed me, kissing me and caressing me in the soft darkness of the room; he whispered tender and loving words in my ear, and I let myself go, dazed by the pleasure that slowly irradiated my loins... I had no more panties – which he had taken off at the cinema – and he slid off my little satin camisole, undid the bra under which my excited little nipples peeked out, but he left my garter belt and my stockings; then lying down beside me on the big bed, he came with his tongue to caress my little cock already all exhilarated by these preparations. He sucked me wonderfully well, and I came too quickly in his mouth; then he came to join me and sticking his lips to mine, pushed out with his tongue a little of my own milk, warm and sweet, which I swallowed greedily...Then he undressed, and appearing naked in front of me, he said "Aren't you too ashamed of me, of my body?... You know I'm almost sixty years old..." but I was too moved, too excited to protest, and especially to tell him that I had already known a lot of bodies of mature men during certain evenings... I smiled at him, opening my arms to him and he came and snuggled up against me. I didn't care about his age, his plump little belly or his little rolls, this man had discovered me as a woman, and he had chosen me; which means that in my turn I already felt myself to be his, entirely, totally. I already loved him with a somewhat blinding exclusive passion, and total submission to the least of his desires or desires... Frivolous and unfaithful, I had al ...

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