Seduction Read Free Page B

old and the springs might have creaked when I tossed and turned in the night, but the sheets that Mme. Philippe had provided were pure white linen, scented with the relaxing aroma of French lavender. I slipped into my favorite negligee and was asleep within seconds, drifting off to the sound of voices from the rooms either side and below and of music wafting in from the street.
    At about four a.m. the strong smell of cigarette smoke woke me briefly. I sat up in bed, my breasts spilling out of my negligee. I wrinkled my nose and thought about getting up to complain, but I was so tired that I fell asleep again almost immediately. The dreams that followed were of smoke trails and mysterious foreign voices making the unmistakable sound of two people having really, really good sex. I woke up in the morning with sticky moisture between my legs and a musky smell on my fingers. I must have been touching myself in my sleep.
    I spent the next day exploring my new locale, browsing flea markets and shopping for bread, cheese, and wine. I knocked on the doors of the other people in my building. My neighbors were a friendly, artistic bunch, and I met all of them except for those in the room directly beneath mine. None of the people I introduced myself to seemed quite sure of who occupied that room. Afterward I had lunch in a café and came home again to write.
    That night, I woke again to the acrid smell of cigarette smoke. This time, I wasn’t able to go back to sleep quite so easily. I flipped on the lamp next to me and tiptoed out into the hall; nothing there but voices, a man and a woman’s. Back in my bedroom I paced the floor for a while, and then I saw it, a thin wisp of gray smoke rising from a tiny crack in the floorboards at the edge of a rug under my bed. There was a hole in the floor. I don’t mind cigarette smoke, in fact I think it rather enhances the atmosphere in some bars and cafés, but I do object to having it permeate my clothes and bed linens. I knelt on the threadbare rug and peeled it back to reveal not only smoke but a chink of light coming through from the room below. Great! That was all I needed. Now, without the soundproofing of the carpet to interfere, I could hear the voices more clearly, the low and urgent murmuring of a couple. Unable to stem my curiosity, I squashed my face against the crack in the floor and peered into the room below.
    What I saw took my breath away. The voices I could hear were indeed those of a man and a woman who were beautiful beyond all belief—and they were fucking on a bed ten feet below where I lay crouched on my own wooden floor. It took a while for me to tell where she ended and he began, but despite my initial thoughts of respecting their privacy, I endeavored to work it out regardless. They both had dark hair and lightly bronzed bodies, both were toned and petite, and together they moved so quickly that the scene looked like a pit of writhing snakes.
    As I watched, they pulled apart from their embrace, and the woman got on her knees, ready to go down on her lover. Her tidy little ass jutted into the air, and her legs were spread, revealing a shock of dark, neatly trimmed, glossy pubic hair and a sliver of glistening pinky-brown pussy. The man lay on his back, his dick astonishingly large for such a small man. It was darker than the rest of him and bouncy and upright in the way that only young men’s dicks are. The noise of her lips sucking on his cock and his moans of ecstasy in response were nearly as exciting as the visual show they were putting on before me. In about fifteen seconds, I went from mildly annoyed about the smoke to unbelievably aroused by the strangers’ lovemaking.
    I couldn’t help it, but I started to touch myself. First of all I circled my nipples through the shot-silk of my negligee, surprised and delighted at how hard they got and how quickly. Dropping the spaghetti straps over my shoulders, I slid first one then the other breast out and let them