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  Stories to make you Blush: Seven Naughty Tales

  by Marie Gray, translated by Jane Davey

  Green Frog Publishing, imprint of Guy Saint-Jean Éditeur

  © Guy Saint-Jean Éditeur Inc. 1999

  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  [Histoires à faire rougir. English]

  Stories to make you blush : seven naughty tales / Marie Gray.

  p. cm.

  ISBN-13:978-1-4022-0878-2

  I. Title.

  PQ3919.2.G7646H5 2007

  843'.914--dc22

  Contents

  Front Cover

  Title Page

  Copyright

  City Lights

  Feminine Impulse

  Michael’s Birthday

  The Roar of the Crowd

  Midwinter Reverie

  Metamorphosis or An Ordinary Man’s Extraordinary Adventure

  One Woman’s Happiness

  About the Author

  Back Cover

  City Lights

  “That’s it—the last box!”

  “It’s about time!”

  Steve absently wiped away a trickle of sweat running down his temple.

  “Do you really think we’ll stay here for more than a year?”

  “We’ll see. But right now, we’ve got to get a move on. We still have lots to do!”

  Another move; the third one in as many years. For some time now, Steve and I had been on an exasperating quest to find the perfect place to live. Owning our own home would have been ideal, but since Steve had been slated for eventual transfer to another city, we had agreed that this would remain a dream a little longer. So, full of enthusiastic optimism, I had spent three months systematically combing the city in the hopes of finding that “perfect gem,” somewhere we could settle in for a while until we were ready to commit to our little house in the country. And now, despite all the frustrating and fruitless searching, I finally had the sense that this was exactly what we had been dreaming of.

  I had a good feeling about this apartment as soon as I saw it. After weeks of false hopes, false trails, and endless visits, I had been just about ready to pack it in. Then, one very ordinary morning, as I perused the newspapers without much hope, I came to an advertisement describing “A magnificent apartment, country calm near downtown. A real deal.” Having read a ton of similar ads, I nearly passed this one over. But some strange instinct made me persevere and before I knew it, I had dialed the number and made an appointment.

  My excitement began to grow as soon as I arrived in front of the building. I was initially captivated by what I saw, then absolutely conquered once I entered the apartment. It was exactly what we had been looking for. First of all, the available apartment was at the very top level on the twentieth floor, which eliminated the threat of unscrupulous people tramping overhead at all hours of the day and night. Next of all, the building was crossshaped, featuring only one apartment per wing with the elevators situated right in the center of each floor. So, bonus feature: our next door neighbors wouldn’t systematically be sharing their fights or favorite TV shows with us. What joy! And the list of advantages went on and on. There was a lovely park surrounding the building, which made for pleasant wandering outside in total safety. There was a guard permanently stationed at the entrance, and—oh! what unbelievable luck!—the rent was very reasonable considering the size and location: only tiny budgetary sacrifices would be necessary. The building had just been acquired by new owners who wanted the place filled to capacity as soon as possible.

  They had sensibly lowered the rent and would probably keep it that way, at least until their objective was attained. We pounced at the opportunity—that is, I pounced at the opportunity. I was so certain that Steve would share my enthusiasm, that I didn’t tell him I had closed the deal until he had seen the place himself. And he was just as thrilled as I was!

  On moving day, our fatigue and the usual assortment of hassles didn’t diminish our happiness. We liked the area, from what we’d seen of it so far, and we’d already met one of the neighbors on our floor. Her name was Diane and we both found her charming—maybe a bit too charming, judging by the appreciative glance Steve gave her ample breasts.

  We had to slave for about four days before we could finally call ourselves “moved in.” We had both taken some vacation time for this purpose, and I had to admit the results far exceeded our expectations, although the enormous size of the windows had caused us some problems. The living room and bedroom windows were so immense that our old curtains didn’t even come close to covering them. Once we solved this problem, however, we were more than satisfied with the look of our new place, and our supersized windows offered us a view so spectacular that we knew they had been well worth the extra effort.

  We had our first candlelit dinner together on the fourth night in our new home. The meal and conversation were pleasant and the promise of sweet relaxation guided us out onto our magnificent terrace for a little fresh air. This particular July evening was warm and mild, and a light breeze lovingly caressed our skin. There was still no trace of the heat wave that would be hitting us in a few weeks; it was simply a beautiful summer’s eve, fragrant and soft.

  We had turned off all the lights in the apartment so we could fully savor the incredible nighttime view from our terrace. Far below us, the city of flickering lights seemed surreal and vibrantly alive. The traffic sounds were hushed and fluid, and the languorous strains of blues began to travel our way from a neighboring apartment. We were finally relaxing and blissfully tasting the tranquility of our new home. Our neighbor had left all of her doors and windows wide open to let the night air in, and although we couldn’t catch any of the conversation, we heard a voice that was definitely masculine.

  “Too bad for you,” I teased Steve, “she seems to have a boyfriend.”

  Steve smiled and moved his chair closer to mine. He put an affectionate arm around my shoulders, trailing his skillful fingers through my hair. A few minutes later, our neighbor’s bedroom softly lit up. That’s when we noticed that she had solved her curtain problem very easily: she hadn’t put any up.

  Although we hadn’t meant to be inquisitive, we couldn’t help but notice that her bedroom walls, previously invisible to us, were covered with mirrors. Since the window was almost as big as the wall that contained it, it would have been hard not to notice this particular feature.

  “Not only does she have a boyfriend, they like to watch themselves.”

  Our neighbor slowly entered her bedroom door, swiveling her hips in time to the music. Then she removed her blouse.

  “There you go. Feast your eyes! My God, look at those tits! The bitch! What’s going to happen when I’m not here? I’ll know exactly where to find you if you aren’t there to greet me at the door the minute I arrive!”

  I thought she was only going to slip into som
ething more comfortable, or maybe change to go out, but instead, Diane left the room wearing only the skimpiest silk underwear. She returned soon after, pulling her boyfriend by the hand. After pushing him into the bedroom with a lively gesture, she made him sit down on top of what looked like a dresser. Lifting his arms up, she pinned his wrists against the mirror and began covering his neck and shoulders with sly, furtive little kisses.

  “Hmm,” said Steve, “this is getting interesting.”

  I sat there frozen on the spot—I couldn’t say a thing.

  Diane was now kissing her partner with increasing passion. She planted a volley of hot wet kisses all over the man’s neck, shoulders, arms, and torso while her slim little hands slid across his hairy upper body. He just sat there without moving a muscle. All of a sudden, she grabbed him by his wrists, swung him around, and then held up a warning finger to keep him at a distance. Through the window, we could see her from the waist up, but we could take in her entire body through the mirror. Diane climbed onto the now vacated dresser and began a sensuous dance to the rhythm of the music.

  Her breasts were enough to make me sick with envy—and enough to cause my Steve to blush bright red right up to his ears. He just kept staring at her, a little shy but absolutely fascinated, not knowing if he preferred looking directly at her or at her reflection in the mirror. His breathing was getting noticeably more rapid and his gaze seemed to be glued to the scene before us.

  “This is cheaper than a strip club,” he finally remarked in a voice that was tight with arousal.

  At that moment, he pivoted his chair around so that he could easily slide his hand along my thigh, reaching my underwear faster than he might have wanted. Diane was still dancing, occasionally picking up and licking her voluminous breasts or teasing her friend by playing with her minuscule panties while a mocking smile played on her lips. Her thighs slightly parted, she pulled her panties to the side, exposing her glistening pussy as she furtively fingered herself. Her companion, obedient and submissive the way she wanted him to be, was rubbing the bulge in his jeans, having to content himself, for the moment, with just looking at her.

  Steve had begun stroking me insistently in our corner. I was already very aroused. I was feeling a tiny bit guilty about viewing the other couple this way, but I couldn’t stop myself from looking; the display was irresistible. I sat there allowing Steve to fondle me, but I was barely aware of his presence as I selfishly savored the pleasure his hands were giving me. I could feel how swollen and wet I had become as Steve’s fingers slid deep inside of me and quickly found their target. He rotated his fingertip on that tiny point of flesh inside of me. If he kept that up, the result would be the same as always: an impossibly swift and embarrassingly intense orgasm. Diane’s lover got up and hastily removed his pants, revealing a cock with rock-hard purpose, and then he raised a finger to the light switch, plunging the room into total darkness.

  We sighed in unison disappointment, but Steve still had the decency to continue until I came, which was almost immediately. I then noticed the enormous erection adorning his pants. It felt like pure iron! I couldn’t leave the poor man in this condition, and I couldn’t possibly waste such a gift. Licking my lips, I dropped to my knees before him and slid almost the entire offering into my mouth. I sincerely enjoy giving him this little pleasure; I do it out of love for him, of course, but it also gives me such pleasure. The power I feel when I have his cock in my mouth is indescribable: I become the true mistress of the situation, if indeed there is one. I began sucking him hungrily, running my tongue over his cock the way you do with a deep French kiss. Knowing that Steve, like many other men, goes wild for this stuff I wanted to make the pleasure last as long as possible. So I sped up the rhythm of my wet, thrusting mouth by swallowing him as deeply as I could until I could feel his resistance giving way. He seemed surprised to feel me gradually slowing down, taking my time and then getting my kicks by feeling him go crazy as I tentatively licked and sucked him. I eventually let my hand gently take over. After a moment, I snatched him back into my mouth again and the tease continued. My lips were tightening over his quick-to-harden dick, sometimes softly, sometimes firmly, but always insistently. Finally, on the fourth round, I allowed him to come and fill me with the fruits of my labor.

  What can I say, there’s nothing like a bit of fresh air! This apartment definitely promised many enjoyable evenings ahead.

  ***

  I ran into Diane in the elevator a few days later. I felt the blush rising to my face almost immediately. I would be beet red in a second, but there was no escaping the situation. Feeling utterly foolish, I wondered if she would mistake my reaction for excessive shyness. She asked me if Steve and I were settled in now and if we liked what we’d seen of our surroundings so far. She confided that she’d always lived in upper-story apartments and asked me how I found the view.

  This last inquiry caused me to blush furiously, then relief took over when I realized that we’d finally reached our floor. She flashed me her warmest, most charming smile, and we parted ways.

  ***

  It was the last day of our vacation. My, the holidays had gone way too quickly! I wasn’t exactly looking forward to starting the same old work routine the next day. As we wanted to fully appreciate our last holiday evening together, Steve suggested that we begin by going to a little Vietnamese restaurant located nearby. Vietnamese cuisine was the first taste we discovered we had in common. We went out to eat it as often as we could, and we never seemed to get tired of it. As we had expected, the food at the restaurant we had chosen that night was wonderful, and we were happily impressed by the warm ambiance and quiet charm of the place. Our conversation drifted irresistibly back to the subject of our neighbor, and we began to wonder if, by chance, she had engineered the whole bedroom scenario, knowing full well that we had been watching.

  “Of course not,” said Steve. “How could she have known that we were out on the terrace?”

  “I don’t know…but even from our bedroom window we’d be able to see everything.”

  “No way.” Steve hesitated for a moment. “I’ve tried it already; it’s too far away. The angle isn’t right.”

  “Aha!” I exclaimed, feigning outrage. “I should have known you’d try to figure out a way to take full advantage of the situation!”

  “Oh, and I suppose you’re going to tell me that you were horrified by what you saw, or that it left you cold?”

  “I wouldn’t go that far.”

  We looked at each other and the common flood of pleasant memories instantly gave us both the same idea: to get back home as quickly as possible!

  I hate air conditioning as much as Steve does, so I immediately went to open the windows and the huge terrace door as soon as we arrived. The music emerging from the neighboring apartment leapt to my ears. It was hard rock this time. I left all the lights off and whispered to Steve to come over right away. Diane’s apartment was aglow with a variety of colored lights. Two naked bodies, Diane and a different man than the previous time, were displayed in a setting that reminded me of a stage show bathed in red, yellow, and blue. Diane was kneeling on the couch with her arms resting on the back. She was offering her back and buttocks to a gorgeous young stud with long dark hair and the body of a football player. He was, for the moment, standing still and looking at her, every muscle taut and alert.

  “Let’s go in the bedroom,” whispered Steve, as if they could hear us. “They’re in the living room now, so this time we’ll see them better.”

  “Okay, I’m coming.”

  He was right; the view was just fine. Diane was keeping her position but the young man had gone into action now as he explored every facet of her body, masturbating himself with one hand while he fondled Diane’s ass with the other. His fingers entered her with a gentle urgency as he ran his tongue over her arched back and willing behind. But one detail particularly fascinated me: the hand he was using to masturbate himself. It was a strikingly larger than average hand
, but only covered about half of his gigantic penis. I had never seen one that huge! Steve and I frantically whipped off our clothes and I immediately leaned against the window ledge, assuming the same position as Diane. Steve began to mirror Diane’s partner. He slid his eager fingers inside of me, probing deep and hard. I saw Diane’s lover finally penetrate her and couldn’t help thinking to myself that a penis that size must be really painful—but what a sight! Inserting himself little by little, the young man took his time. Diane must have been waiting impatiently because she suddenly shoved herself against him, forcing him brusquely inside her. I did the same thing with my own lover and although he didn’t have the same proportions as the other man, his powerful thrusting more than made up for the size difference. As we watched the other couple, we tried to synchronize our movements with theirs. I was totally captivated by the animal intensity of those two strong, agile bodies that were now gleaming with sweat. Diane’s breasts were bouncing to the frenzied rhythm of their lovemaking and I could easily imagine, more than I could actually see, her lover’s enormous shaft forcing its way deeper inside of her at every thrust.

  The lover sped up his rhythm and Steve followed suit. Every staggering thrust of Steve’s stomach against my body threatened to knock me off balance. I could see that Diane was having the same experience as she steadied herself against the force of her lover’s ramming. Both men slowed down together, pausing as they clasped our necks and shoulders before grabbing us both by the hair to resume pumping harder than ever. We even appeared to come together. Steve then made me turn around and sit on the window ledge. He began licking my pussy with a vengeance, making me come one more fabulous time with his tongue. I didn’t know what the other couple was doing anymore at that point, but I did have one tiny regret: despite the incredible intensity of what we had done, I still wished it could have lasted just a little longer.

  “Do you think we should stop watching them?” I asked Steve, who was still panting a little.