As you know if you follow my stories, which are all based on real events, my name is Marie, and I live in the Béthune area of ​​northern France. I manage a real estate agency in the Béthune region, and I love sex. If I dared, I'd say I'm "crazy" about sex. I need regular sex for my well-being; it's essential for my balance. I've been living with my partner, Louis, for 10 years. I love him madly; he gives me everything I need, and I enjoy indulging myself sexually from time to time, with his consent. My partner, Louis, had been away on a business trip in France since Monday morning, and since things were quiet at work, I logged onto this site. I replied to a few messages (only respectful ones) and mostly to messages from people who were online. I always tell men who are interested in a naughty encounter with me that I need a little scenario—something daring, exhibitionist, and a bit risky. I like taking risks. One man in particular caught my eye: a smooth talker, charming in conversation, and above all, respectful and very decisive. He proposed something original, something I'd never done before, and it appealed to me. His name was Jacques, and he worked in the women's sportswear department of a large sporting goods store in Béthune with a blue logo. After checking his profile picture and a photo of his genitals, and all the other verifications—yes, I don't just jump into things with the first guy I meet—the date was set for Thursday, December 11th, at 12:30 PM. He had suggested taking me in public at his store. Risky, but exactly what I love. I left the agency shortly before noon and headed to my sex date. I was already getting turned on on the way there; I wanted to suck a nice shaved cock. I wanted us to have some fun. I want the people around us to guess we're having sex, but not see us... or maybe they will. I walk into the store, spot the section... a quick glance, some customers but no salesperson in sight. No big deal, I figure he's watching me and will probably arrive at the right moment. In the meantime, I look for the right clothes, rummaging around to find the right size. A tight-fitting top and black sweatpants, yes, I'm in a sports shop, even though I only do sports when it comes to sex (Yes, that's a sport too). Off to the fitting rooms. I undress completely and try on the pants, and damn, they're not the right size, they're too small for me. At the same time, the salesperson comes over to ask if everything's alright. I don't recognize his face, it's not the one I had an appointment with. - Well, no, actually. You wouldn't happen to have the next size up, this one is a little too small."But you know the fabric needs to stretch before it fits. " "Yes, but I doubt it." The salesman suddenly opened the curtain. "Please, don't be shy… I'm naked and planning to try on the top I bought at the same time, but that's not all. I never wear panties or a thong. I had started to put on the pants but I couldn't close them. " "You know, women in their underwear, I'm used to it. Let me introduce myself, I'm Jacques. You're Marie, we have an appointment together, I saw you come into the fitting room." He had barely finished his sentence when he noticed that, indeed, I wasn't wearing any underwear. "Oh, pardon me, I didn't realize that madam wasn't worried about catching a cold." And he closed the curtain as he entered. It didn't match the one I had exchanged at all. He was tall, athletic-looking, not fat, 28 or 30 years old, and quite attractive. Thinking back, he wasn't wearing the blue vest and the store's name badge. I wasn't suspicious, too caught up in the desire to… - It's very handsome, in any case, and I'm not just talking about the pants. I understand your comments on the website better now; you have a sublime body. I was expecting a beautiful woman, but you're so much more than that. - Thank you for the compliment. But you fooled me; there's no resemblance to the photo we exchanged. - I don't like showing my face online, which is why I posted a photo that doesn't look like me. Now we're both here for the same thing. Let me see if he can adapt or not. Before I could even move, he had already put his hands on my buttocks and pulled up my pants. The first button of my pants pressed against my clitoris, which made me let out a little cry. "Oh, that's cute. Why the little cry? " "Let's just say you touched a very sensitive spot." "Ah, I understand. I love touching sensitive spots ." He moves his head forward and places a kiss on my leg, leaving me no escape. The kiss is so soft that I don't even move. I simply grab his head and pull him inside me. Gently, he sensually lowers his pants, heightening my pleasure. He knows how to make a woman wet. His hands roam over my buttocks; they are soft and warm. He places his hand on his thigh and slides one of my legs up onto the stool. I feel his finger touching me, I like the sensation. I realize I'm slowly getting wet again, drops are forming inside me. The man has moved his hand again, it's now clearly touching my thigh, I don't dare say anything. His hand gently caresses my inner thigh, giving me a few shivers... What ...

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