This morning my classes don't start until 10:00 am but I still have breakfast with my mother who has to leave home at 8:30 am to be at work at the Bichat hospital at 9:00 am. She is already dressed and made up, ready to rush to the metro station below our house as soon as she has had her black coffee and her two morning rusks. Never again, to maintain the line she said!I look at her, she has put on a pretty gray suit and her legs are covered in black silk. I wonder if it's stockings or tights. Like many men, I wonder if women who work in hospitals are in lingerie under their white coats. It must be exciting to be in such an outfit!She kisses me and says - See you tonight honey. Works well !before closing the apartment door behind. I hear the sound of his heels echoing on the stairs that lead from our floor to the ground floor. I run to the window and watch her walk down the street before disappearing into the metro station. I go to the bathroom and shave. It has been ten minutes since she left, there is no reason for her to come back unexpectedly. I rush to my room, retrieve the key to the little padlock I bought a few days ago and rush into my mother's room. I open her cupboard, search the bottom and take out her little secret box. Obviously, my key does not fit on it but, looking more closely, I told myself that I must be able to adjust the shape of my key to that of the lock of the lock of the safe. Considering the clock ticking,Since I'm in front of my mother's wardrobe, I decide to take advantage of it and borrow some lingerie from her. I choose what I like, close the wardrobe and rush into my room to get dressed. It's a treat to put on the black self-fixing stockings on my legs before putting on the little white and black Simone Pérèle thong. Looking at myself in the mirror fixed behind the door of my room, I tell myself that it is a real shame not to have more pecs because I would like to test the wearing of a bra or a bodysuit.Just the fact of putting this lingerie on me excites me to the point and I think then of Jean75 who asked me to take some pictures. I will also have to take care of it soon. But for now, I lie down on my bed and masturbate quickly, thinking of this man who stroked and masturbated me in the cabin of the sex shop in Pigalle. I really regret having come too quickly that day because it was really fun to offer me to him in lingerie. Once I've jerked off, I put on my jeans and my polo shirt and off to college.My study day is going normally and I take the breaks between classes, as I have now become accustomed to for a few weeks, to go and do a little handjob in the bathroom. Sometimes, while I masturbate in the toilet cubicle, I hear the guys who come to the urinals talking. Their conversations don't fly very high and are sometimes very gritty. This excites me and I tell myself that they would be very surprised to see me with the underwear that I wear. In the afternoon, I have two hours of lessons devoted to ancient philosophy with the study of works by Plato and Aristotle. After an hour, I pick up a bit and decide to surf the internet to pass the time. Considering the number of students in the auditorium and my place in the middle rows, I am easy! After a few minutes, I came across a site called "Cruising Places" which lists the naughty places in Paris and their frequentation. By refining my search by type of place (sex shop, sauna, cinema, club, etc.) I discovered that there is a pornographic cinema in the rue de la ville neuve near the Le Grand Rex cinema just next to the Bonne Nouvelle metro station. By reading the comments, I discovered that it is mostly frequented by mature men, mostly bisexual, followers of discreet caresses between consenting adults.It is 4.30pm when I get out of college and I jump in the metro to take the direction of the Bonne Nouvelle station where I want to go for scouting. At Opera, I take line 8 and here I am. Before leaving the station, I locate myself on the map and it is with a little difficulty that I find the rue de la ville neuve. Like a tourist walking through the neighborhood, I go up the boulevard then take the street to pass in front of Le Béverley. I slow down in front of the entrance, the place looks calm. I hesitate, am I going or am I not going? Not easy to get started even if I secretly want to try the experience. A man arrives in the street in front of me, he seems to be a frequent visitor. He presents well and looks like a fifty-year-old executive who has just left his job and but takes a little break before going home where his wife and children are certainly waiting for him. I hesitate another minute and I go for it! I go to the glass box behind which the manager stands. I read a small poster which reads "12 euros". I give him the account and he gives me an entrance ticket like in a normal cinema. I push the door leading to the only projection room and stop for a few seconds so that my eyes get used to the darkness. I give him the account and he gives me an entrance ticket like in a normal cinema. I push the door leading to the only projection room and stop for a few seconds so that my eyes get used to the darkness. I give him the account and he gives me an entrance ticket like in a normal cinema. I push the door leading to the only projection room and stop for a few seconds so that my eyes get used to the darkness. Once I get to see the interior, I see that it is a small room. There must be about ten rows of six or seven chairs each. At the front of the room, in a corner to the left of the screen, there are two more rows of four armchairs. On screen, a beautiful mature bourgeois is apparently shopping in a lingerie store. I spot an easily accessible free seat in the center of one of the rows in the middle of the room. I squeeze between the seats and settle down to look at the screen. It must be an old film because the image skips a bit and the film looks stung. But there seems to be a story and I prefer that to a succession of erotic close-ups. The woman has chosen a set of lingerie and enters a cabin to proceed with the fittings. - Madam, are you all right?The woman replies - I think I have some trouble removing the corset I put on this morning. My husband must have tied a knot that I can't seem to untie.We then see the young man enter the cabin, help the woman to remove her corset then he kneels behind her to stroke her legs.Glancing around me, I see that there must be about twenty spectators in the room, only men; the average age is relatively high and I am certainly the youngest in the room. When I speak of spectators, I still have to admit that there are a few actors in the room! Some, comfortably installed in their armchairs, masturbate alone while watching the bourgeois have their breasts caressed and their pussy devoured in the dressing room. Others masturbate or caress each other as a duo and I even notice, in the corner to the left of the screen, that someone is leaning over the lower abdomen of his neighbor on the right to certainly lavish him a few caresses. buccal.What is surprising and funny is that there is an incessant ballet in the hall; some go to or leave the toilets located on the left corner, others change places regularly while those who leave the room are quickly replaced by new arrivals.While I am captivated by the beautiful bourgeois offered downstairs to the young seller, a man comes to sit on my right. After a few minutes, he puts his hand on my right knee and leaves his hand still. From my experience in the sex shop booth, I know you have to let it go. Encouraged by my lack of reaction, the hand goes up on my thigh and wedges at the level of my fly. My neighbor must be a formidable hunter - expert in the silent approach of game - because, afte ...

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