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was planning to come over your face,” he laughed breathlessly.
    “That would have been extra,” I joked.
    As I left the room I sensed Ronan expected me to give him back the money. Of course, I didn’t, that would have spoilt the memory. If you are going to live out a fantasy, do it as close to
the real thing as you dare.

 
LA VIEILLE FEMME
    Brian, Stittsville
    I’m a mid-twenties, single male with a healthy libido and a vigorous sex life. Until a few weeks ago, I exclusively fucked only young nubile women. Then an unexpected
encounter changed my sexual preferences.
    I was travelling on the TGV, the high-speed train, from Paris to Nice. After six months of intense work launching new internet software, I had a week’s vacation and I intended to spend it
inspecting the topless girls on the Riviera beaches. I looked forward to a week of hot sex.
    The fragrance first alerted me to the woman. She checked the vacant seat opposite me then placed her shoulder bag on the table and tried to lift her heavy suitcase up to the luggage rack. At
full stretch on her toes, she struggled with the case.
    “Permit me,” I murmured. Moving into the aisle behind the woman, I reached over her and pushed the suitcase onto the rack. Stretching up to reach the rack showed off her very
provocative bottom and in the restricted space of the aisle I took the opportunity to rub myself firmly against it, feeling its ripe fullness through her skirt. The woman’s reaction to my
uninvited touch could have been very hostile, but, as she slipped into her seat, she gave me a quizzical smile.
    “Thank you, Monsieur, you are too kind,” she murmured.
    The well-coiffed hair, impeccable make-up and manicured hands all signified an elegant woman. The scooped neckline of her top showed off generous breasts. I guessed her to be fortyish.
    She took out a magazine.
    “Madame travels to Nice?” I questioned innocently.
    “No, Monsieur, to Lyons. I have been in Paris on business. And Monsieur?” she asked.
    “I have a week’s vacation in Nice.”
    “Alone?” she queried. When I nodded she smiled knowingly. “No doubt Monsieur hopes for some sexual encounters.”
    I was disconcerted by the directness of her observation, but replied truthfully. “Yes, Madame.”
    She opened her magazine and I began to read a technical report. I had trouble concentrating. The woman’s perfume was seductive and I mused about her tempting rear. I glanced across at her.
She was studying me, almost as if coming to some decision. Then she gave me a playful smile.
    I felt her leg brush against mine then, very discreetly, her foot was placed on my seat, nestling between my thighs. Madame had slipped off her shoe and, beneath the small table separating us,
had stealthily stretched her leg across the space between our seats. I looked at the woman. Her lips parted in unmistakable invitation and gently she nudged my crotch with her stockinged foot.
    Our neighbouring passengers seemed to be dozing, so unobtrusively I stroked the sensuous arch of her instep and fondled the finely structured ankle. Beneath the table I stroked along her leg as
far as I could reach, squeezing the well-toned calf. Furtively, through the sheer stockings, I massaged her manicured toes, separating and stretching them. Very deliberately, I pressed her foot
against my crotch. With a knowing smile, Madame began to rub me. As her stimulation increased I pressed my burgeoning erection harder against her foot.
    “Perhaps Monsieur would permit me to buy him coffee?”
    I snapped back to reality, suddenly aware of my very obvious arousal. “I would be delighted, Madame,” I replied.
    She carefully withdrew her leg and slipped on her shoe. Sliding from her seat the woman proceeded towards the restaurant car. I followed.
    Madame stopped outside the vacant toilette of the second car. She murmured, “I think this will do,” then opened the door and stepped inside, pulling me after her. The toilette