Susie by the Seaside, 1
The crisp Mediterranean sea air was enough to make Susie forget everything that ever had been a worry. She reclined on the chaise longue, it was on the patio that overlooking the bright turquoise sea and the craggy coast. Nothing could be better than lying in the sun in her sheer little chemise. Nothing but a robust and flavorful, yet smooth glass of wine, could make the moment any better. And what made a glass of wine better? Why a little romance, of course.
Susie didn't have any worries. She was richer than she had ever hoped, and had great friends. In fact, she was enjoying her current vacation in the winter home of one of her associates. They told her where she'd find the key upon arriving, the luxurious vacation home was hers, as long as she wished to stay.
She was a little anxious and a little curious when she first arrived: a pair of feelings she often had on such adventures, and truth be told, one of the reasons she adventured often. It was a beautiful modern cottage, isolated and perched atop a craggy hill that hid a winding path down to the sparkling water, where one could swim in the private little cove.
As she toured the cottage, she felt quite at home and decided that after the train and taxi ride, that she would do well to abandon all, to relax, and forget the rest of the world existed. She changed into her bikini, put a sheer little chemise over-top, and let her long curly hair down. As she waltzed into the kitchenette, for a bottle of sparkling water, she was suddenly aware of how cool it was inside: Susie's nipples had squeezed hard into perfect erect points. As she walked, she could feel them rubbing against the satiny liner of her crocheted bikini top. Certainly a sweet little feeling. As she lifted the bottle from the refrigerator, its even cooler breath spilled onto her thighs, and she could feel the slight pulling inward of her pussy in response. When relaxed, such a subtle feeling was quite enjoyable. Susie smiled to herself. She was ready to enjoy.
The warmth of the sun soon made her forget the cool of the cottage's interior, and as she lay and the sun caressed her body, she felt the many small perfuming droplets of sweat slowly emerging and taking over her skin. Soon, the slight dampness was everywhere, and, with some effort, overcoming the soporific heat, she did manage to rise enough to pull off the chemise, remove her bikini and then, though it was virtually see-though, put the chemise back on, for the impression of modesty. To impress whom? Oh, it was more of a joke to herself; no one would be seeing her any time soon, and modest was certainly not a word she used to describe herself. Like everyone else, she had deep dark desires; but unlike everyone else Susie saw no reason to pretend they weren't there, or to try to hide them. Actually, they were a source of great comfort and pleasure for Susie. The chemise was more of a dare.
And as the sun ravaged her willing body, she dozed and woke, usually to find her breasts relaxed and slightly flattened against her body, but her nipples rock hard, and her pussy moist, or wet, depending on the soft sweet half-dream half-fantasies that flowed through her mind. She resisted her desire to toy with her breasts and nipples, and even more, to let her fingers slowly and sensually investigate the slightly open lips of her sex, as another kind of dare. How long could she go, enjoying her fantasies as she was, without giving in? She had nothing but time.
When the door lock snapped and she heard the door open and close, even when the click of high heels across the flagstone floor of the cottage came to her ears, Susie didn't even stir, as it was more likely to be another sweet imagining than the maid her associates had told her would stop by to make sure everything she needed during her stay was as it should be.
Later she couldn't remember if it was the sound of the maid's heels, her sweet but musky scent, or perhaps, when the maid stood over her, shielding her from the hot Mediterranean sun, that breath of cool air, that roused her from her reveries, but without doubt, it was then that she knew she was not alone.
Even silhouetted against the bright blue sky, the Maid was clearly everything the cliche of the sexy french maid could be. She was shapley with luscious curves; her body was irresistible. And though it was hard to see, backlit as she was, her uniform appeared to make every concession to her bodily charms. It was low-cut with a form-fitting bodice and the skirt was short enough that not only were the lacy tops of her stockings in full view, but above that luxurious lace a sliver of her toned, smooth, bronzed skin peeked out, interrupted only by the expensive lace of her garter straps.
In her one hand the sun illuminated the ruby red wine in a goblet. "Madame would like some wine?" She offered it to Susie. Despite the heat, Susie took the goblet and savored a long sip, eyeing the Maid. She could almost see up the maid's skirt from this angle, and while she preferred men, she wasn't unaware of the charms of women, and she felt, a little to her surprise, her nipples surge and blush, and push harder against the thin lace of her chemise. Was it the perfume of the wine, or that ache and pleasure in her nipples that made her suddenly flash on the feeling of the skin, so soft, on the tip of a man's shaft, a surprise every time she licked or sucked on one. Nothing, it seemed to her, was quite so unusual, quite so sexy as how a man's sex could be both the hardest, and the softest thing imaginable. Susie's nipples must be trying to penetrate right through the little lace chemise, she thought, and while she didn't care if the maid were to notice this, her awareness of her own wondering made her a little more excited, none the less.
As if the maid had taken all this in, she said, "You look so hot," and paused. If Susie hadn't be so sun drenched, she would have laughed out loud. She couldn't help wondering if this was really happening, or perhaps she just fallen of to sleep. But, the maid continued, seemingly not to recognize the irony, in her lovely French accent, "Let me show you what we french girls do to cool down in the sun." That was when Susie saw the maid had something in her other hand.
"Close your eyes, relax. It may startle you at first, but then you'll feel how wonderfully cooling it is." Susie was always up for something new, and with the maid's straightforward and nonchalant approach, she though "sure," what the hell. Susie closed her eyes.
The next sensation she had was of a scent, actually. How odd, it reminded her so much of something, but not of anything here, in this cottage, or even of the maid. Well, not quite-- she had gotten a brief whiff of this scent when the maid first approached, it was, well, sort of musky, a hard smell to identify, but one she felt she knew well. Next she felt almost snapped shut like a mouse trap and she realized she was crying "stop!" What had started as an almost imperceptible cool wet feeling on her nipples suddenly gave way to a freezing feeling, and her nipples felt like they were retracting into her breasts. The maid was holding ice on them. But before Susie could move or get out "what the hell are you doing," the maid removed the ice, and the pleasure, as her nipples reacted to the sun's heat, and blood rushed back into them, was indescribable. She stared at the maid, who shrugged. To Susie, it was like the sensation when someone sucked her nipples just before she orgasmed. The maid offered the ice. Susie smiled, and as if she couldn't speak, arched her back to thrust her breasts at the maid, who smiled, and applied the ice again. It was so cold Susie's teeth hurt, but when the ice was removed, ohhhh. There was nothing like it.
After the third time, Susie just closed her eyes, thrust her boobs forward, and let the ice and heat stretch and pull her nipples through pain and pleasure. The next time was just as powerful. And then it happened, the freezing cold plunged between her thighs and the maid held Susie down as the ice seemed to sear into her damp pussy-- it was unbearable. And so awesome when the ice was removed. It was like cumming, very much like cumming. The maid was smiling when Susie finally opened her eyes, and Susie realized that she may well have been saying things as she was, almost, cumming.
And there was one other thing. The maid's full skirt seemed oddly shaped in front, and there were some damp spots on it. Probably the ice, Susie speculated, too entrance with her near-cumming experience to think too much about anything beyond her pulsing nipples and pussy.
She closed her eyes and spread her thighs. No disappointed, the freezing came again, followed by the relief of the warm sun pounding down on her recovering pussy. Susie panted, eyes closed, and the odd unidentifiable scent filled her nostrils. She smiled, opened her thighs yet wider and said, "again," in hopes that this time, the maid would make her cum.
There seemed to be something pushing down on the bottom of her chaise longue, and this time the sensation was not of cold, but she felt something very warm, soft, and wet begin to caress her pussy as the ice took its vengeance on her stiff nipples. Susie felt her whole body tremble violently, but the overwhelming sensations in her sex and her breasts did not lessen.
Susie by the Seaside 2
The ice on Susie's nipples was so cold and the maid's mouth on her pussy was so warm and her tongue to sweet, that Susie's body felt confused and aroused like never before. She bucked her pussy up into the maid's mouth, hoping that now the the maid was licking her, the maid would being her to climax. But just as she felt her solar plexus begin to coil, readying to cum, suddenly there was the burning cold of the ice up and down her pussy, her clit only escaping because her hips recoiled from the shocking cold. Susie was panting and fighting a feeling of exhaustion; her limbs felt heavy, but she needed so much to cum. She reached her hand down across her stomach, and inserted her fingers between the ice and her pussy, rubbing her mound in a circular motion, and her clit responded immediately. But before she could do more than warm her sex, she felt the maid's hands gently take her own, and guide them up, over her head. There was an odd sound of ripping, and her wrists were instantly bound to the top of the chair, above her head-- velcro.
Susie opened her eyes and studied the maid. She was smiling. In her sexy french accent she said, "Now, Madame, you can relax and enjoy."
The maid got up, and Susie felt a deep sense of disappointment, she wasn't going to finish the job she started? Susie really needed to cum, and soon; she squirmed. The maid stood looking down at her, smiling, then walked away! Susie couldn't help noticing the wet spots on the maid's skirt, and how it swelled in front. Odd, she though. No matter, she had much more important things to do. Susie tried squeezing her thighs together, and while arousing, she could not make herself cum.
Suddenly, Susie was aware that a romantic Motown song was playing. How funny, the maid must have put on music. And then Susie heard the click-click-click of the maid's heels returning. The maid knelt down beside her, and said, "you must be thirsty." She held the wine goblet to Susie's lips. Susie was thirsty. The hot sun, her arousal, her panting, all had conspired to dry her out. Susie tips her head up to meet the goblet. The wine was soothing, deep and dark, and it keep flowing into her mouth, even when Susie had had enough. Down her chin, her neck, the river of wine raced. And following it was the maids mouth, sucking the wine off Susie's skin, a sweet and tickly sensation. Susie giggled. The maid looked up at Susie, their faces just inches apart. The goblet was at Susie's mouth again, and more wine was in her mouth, and down her neck and splashed down her chest. Again the maid sucked the wine from Susie's skin and again Susie felt her sweet warm mouth and lips and giggled from the tickly feeling they gave her.
The maid said, "this chemise is wrong for you," and to Susie's surprise the maid pulled up a pair of scissors, and set the cold steel against her chest. Susie took a deep breath, but the maid simply started slicing downward, between her breasts, the chemise started separating and falling from her breasts as the maid cut down between them. The maid keep cutting, and the cold steel made the muscles of her stomach contract, uncontrollably, as the scissors marched slowly and without pause toward her pussy. Oddly, Susie at points couldn't tell is the steel was cold or hot, her skin seemed to jump from it, as the scissors advanced. And as they slid up the soft, shaven mound of her opening, she could barely hold her hips still, the feeling was so intense. And the maid continued to cut the chemise, pressing the icy steel into Susie's flesh, and the scissors slid down her mound, and firmly, but softly between her lips as the maid made the last cut. The maid pulled the scissors away, set them down and pulled the chemise apart. Now Susie was completely nude. "Much better," said the maid, "you will be ready soon." Susie barely heard the words, they were like sounds from far away. She still felt the cold hard feeling of the steel separating her pussy lips.
Before Susie could respond to the maid's odd words, the maid had something else in her hand. This time it was the famous green bottle-- Pellegrino Water. After opening it, the maid lifted a new goblet, and splashed it half full. "You are still thirsty-- here, drink." Susie was in fact still thirsty, the wine hadn't quenched her need for liquid, and the little episode with the scissors had, in fact, left her mouth with that dry cottony feeling. The fizzy Pellegrino water was just what she needed, how could the maid know? Susie lapped more from the goblet, but soon, just like with the wine, it was spilling down her chin, her neck, and the fizz made an odd sensation as it flowed, it was tickly. The maid again started to suck the bubbly from Susie's skin. Susie began to giggle. Susie felt her thighs relax-- she hadn't realized that they had clenched tight as the scissors had slide into her pussy.
The maid filled the goblet again, and again brought it to Susie's mouth, and again it spilled down her neck, and again Susie could not help but giggle, and the maid's soft lips and tongue soaking up the bubble began to drive her crazy. The maid, stopped. Smiled. She pointed at Susie's hard nippled, "they get hard when you giggle." Susie blushed. The maid gave each hard nipple a playful squeeze. Sussie couldn't remember blushing, certainly not from some sweet comment like this, since she was a novice at sex. She felt oddly aroused by her sudden sense of embarrassment at how her body had a mind of its own. The maid brought the goblet to Susie's lips again and again, when the fiz poured down Susie's neck, she sucked and licked it up, and Susie despite her giggles, Susie could feel her nipples pinching harder, and Susie could tell they were glowing pink. The maid smiled at her. She had never felt so naked. It was a little scary, and very exhilarating.
"Such nipples are wanting," the maid said. Susie didn't quite know what to expect. The maid re-filled the goblet, but this time she poured the fizzy water across Susie's nipples. Down the fiz ran, down her breasts, her stomach, it fizzed and tickled, and the maid's mouth followed. Susie wriggled in some odd combination of excitement and the grip of her giggles. The feeling of the maid's hot mouth on her nipple was such a turn on, but the fizz as it tickled her stomach was unbearable. The maid did not stop, and with each goblet of fiz, Susie got more and more excited. She couldn't help herself. She pleaded with the maid, "won't you help me?"
The maid turned to Susie, and smiled. "That's exactly what I'm doing." And there was more fiz, but this time the maid's hand slide down Susie's very sensitive stomach, crested her mound, and pushed between her thighs. Susie opened her thighs, and the maid started stroking the the outside of Susie's pussy, just barely stroking along the line where her sex lips met. Susie was very wet and the maid's fingers slid easily along the tops of her lips. Susie couldn't bare the tease. "Oh please, make me cum!" The maid laughed, "In due time," and poured more fizzy water, and sucked Susie's other nipple, and stroked the tips of her pussy lips. Susie squirmed from the tickling and was panting from how her nipples felt in the maid's hot mouth and tried, as much as she could concentrate, to push her hips upward to force the maid's fingers deeper into her hot, wet, bothered pussy.
Susie by the Seaside 3
Susie didn't know how long the maid had been teasing her this way. Her pussy was soaked, her nipples pulsed with pleasure and pain, and she needed to cum so badly. The maid poured the final drops of the fizzy water on Susie's stomach and Susie squirmed as it tickled, and the maid sucked up the last bubbles.
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