Her narrow waist, the tender flare of her hips and the smooth lines of her calves and part of her thighs that he could see, all combined to make him grin, growing more relaxed and thus more aroused with each passing second.
Having waited for what she no doubt felt was a long enough period of time, Francoise now moved around to the side of the bed where Drew's legs hung over. He remained in a sitting position, not moving a muscle. But he didn't have to do anything, either, as he quickly discovered.
No sooner had she moved around to face him, when she dropped down onto her knees. With lowered head and lowered eyes, she reached out with both hands and untied his shoes and then gently eased them off of his feet, reaching under the cuffs of his trousers to pull down his wool socks.
I feel like I'm with a Geisha girl, he thought to himself, though he certainly wasn't turned off by what the young girl was doing. Rather, he found it considerably arousing, for never before – except that incident in the shower – had he had sex with a teenager who had been just as aggressive, if not more so, than himself.
Now, assuming the passive role, as if it was her job to give him pleasure and not the other way around, he watched her intently, his eyes boring down to gaze at the expanse of her breasts, seemingly all but the nipples and aureoles which capped her jugs still hidden from his sight.
His shoes and socks removed, she leaned forward and still holding her tongue, reached for the buckle of his belt. Drew noticed his jacket hung over a chair near the bed and as the girl unbuckled his belt and then quickly and dexterously unzipped his fly, he responded by rapidly unbuttoning his shirt and pulling his arms out of the sleeves.
He tossed it behind him and tensed, watching Francoise as she now began to pull his trousers right off of him, tugging at the cuffs so that he lifted himself up an inch or two so that his slacks could be pulled down off of his hips and ass.
She kept her eyes guarded, still not looking up at his face. His trousers were soon enough crumpled around his ankles and she pulled them completely free and got back to her feet, not giving his crotch a single glance.
Methodically, she smoothed them out and then hung them over the back of the chair where his jacket had been placed. By this time, Drew was getting more and more turned on, both to the girl as well as to this unique and novel situation he was being forced to enjoy. It didn't take much on his part to get into it, that's for sure and now he swung his legs back up on the bed and propped his head and shoulders against the pillows, watching her as she turned back and moved towards him once again.
All this had been done in silence, but it was not silence which greeted him when she happened to glance down at his crotch. For by this time the front of his tight-fitting undershorts were bulging out hotly. The outline of his rigid and amazingly proportioned hardon could be seen in all its grossly swollen entirety and she stopped short and muttered something inaudible in French, her eyes opening wide and her mouth dropping open at the same time.
Needless to say, her reaction delighted him to no end.
He detected the way she was now trembling, almost as if she was in fear. Perhaps the girl wasn't all that experienced after all, he mused, though when he looked up at her and told her to get undressed, she nodded her head and immediately did as he had said.
He was all eyes as she rapidly disrobed, having become increasingly savate in his passions with each passing second. The bump on his head, the way he had been treated up to now, all goaded him into taking a kind of revenge on Francoise and he knew that he wouldn't hesitate to get his way and enjoy himself to the full, even if she had any objections to the contrary.
But for the time being she said nothing in the way of a refusal, pulling the bodice of her uniform down off of her tits so that he was suddenly rewarded with the dangling swaying display of her hot naked jugs, straining out at him and causing Drew to drool with feverish sexual hunger.
You bet your ass I'm gonna make the most of this, buddy boy, he thought to himself, as if Mattinon was still in the room.
Now, as he ogled Francoise's tawny knockers, loving the way her jugs bore the fruit of wide dark-pink aureoles and long turgid nipples he couldn't wait to savor for his very own, she pushed her uniform all the way down and stepped out of it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nothing could have been more therapeutic for the pain in the back of his head than to be able to stare with open delight and lusty excitement at the girl's naked pussy. Bordered by the black satin of her garter belt and black mesh stockings, it was a fitting jewel set in an ebony-hued crown and he intended to take advantage of everything it had to offer.
Even as she unsnapped her garter belt and began to peel down her nylons, still maintaining her silence, he was all eyes to her cooze, the black-haired vaginal triangle making his eyes bug out with frantic pleasure.
Her slim carriage and youthful appearance, coupled with her marvelously arousing box, all combined to get his blood boiling and he felt his cock straining anew, pushing out at the crotch of his undershorts so that the waistband of his briefs were actually pulled away from his body, his hairy pubic thicket now made visible as the young French girl peeled down one black mesh stocking and then the other.
Drew could just about see the narrow pink flaps which bordered her trench. Her mossy triangle was thick, though cropped small. Yet its very luxuriant growth, her pubic hairs all curly and thickly sown, pleased him to no end.
Her skin was tawny, not quite olive-toned with alabaster highlights which seemed to gleam as her flesh caught the light. And as she bent over her tits swung down, ripe young melons he was eager to pick and fondle and have for his very own.
That what he fully intended to do with Francoise had not been in his scheme of things no longer seemed of any importance. If he was to be ordered about by Martinon, if he was told that he had to wait before seeing his niece, then there was now no reason in the world why he shouldn't take advantage of his "host's" hospitality.
And what, of all the things in the world, could be more hospitable for a man like Drew Livingston than to be presented with a slim teenage morsel, a succulent adolescent girl-child whose slender and virginal figure called out to him with ever-increasing excitement and hot sexual delight.
The stockings soon discarded, they were followed by her plain black leather pumps. And then she hooked her thumbs under the top edge of her garter belt, rather than unsnapping it. She pulled it down until he could see Francoise in all her lush naked beauty, divested of every last article of clothing.
She turned to face him once again, her eyes returning to his most treasured of bodily possessions. Thick hot drools of pre-come had stained the crotch of his briefs and his cock moved noticeably, swaying back and forth, trapped in its tight and confining cotton pouch.
He wondered what she was going to do, but he held his tongue, the silence nearly as provocative, as mood-setting, as everything else she had done since first she had entered the room. And as he watched her with wide and staring eyes she moved back to the bed and nimbly climbed up onto the mattress, moving around on all fours to end up in a kneeling position between his spread-eagled and thickset thighs.
Drew kept staring, all eyes to the plump and inviting triangle of black pubic hair which adorned her mossy twat. He was eager to explore every inch of her juicy little muff, but before he could even tell her what he wanted, she bent down and took hold of the waistband of his briefs.
He stiffened the instant she touched his shorts and as he kept his eyes down she peeled them deftly off. But the instant his swollen pecker jerked out of confinement and arched out at her she seemed to shudder internally, murmuring once again under her breath and opening her eyes even wider than before.