Juliette rushed into the mouth of the subway. In the endless tunnel, a breeze caught her in the face, suddenly going from diaphanous to pale pink. The winter salvos lacerated his skin like so many cuts on his human warmth. Jovial, dynamic, enthusiastic, thirties alert, the pretty brunette did not live, she sparkled.
This morning, however, feverishness infiltrated its natural freshness. She released her position on Monday morning as Director at Advertising, one of the agencies in vogue in the field of advertising and marketing. After two years of wandering between odd jobs, temporary work and unemployment, luck had finally set its sights on his skills.
One woman selfed, Juliette-loved challenges. Today, she could wear a custom suit: that of her profession, her life. As far back as she can remember, the world of advertising has always fascinated her.
As a teenager, she watched Culture Pub, as today’s youth follows Walking Dead.
The imminence of her plunge into the deep bath stressed her despite everything. Independent, assertive, eager for artistic freedom, would she manage to shine without making shade around her?
Would it meet all expectations without neglecting its own? We roam the twists and turns of active life on a raft caught between two opposing currents: personal development and hierarchical enslavement. If the human being climbs the ladder of evolution, he descends above all from the monkey, a species whose patriarchal codes are similar to those of the business world.
Juliette arrived on the forecourt of Montreal, where a majestic, glass and steel building stood enthroned. After showing the white badge to the colossus responsible for security, she went directly to the fourth to join her new employees in the open space. She already seemed familiar with the place.
Came in tracking a week before, it melted in the mass without waves or sea of oil. At ease, smiling, concerned, the brunette immediately conquered her new team. A conquest with the scent of seduction.
When the mix finds its balance in the “trade balance,” the balance sheets are in the pink. The little news did not fail to catch the eye against the Latin sex appeal of Gilles, a tall brown with a cyan blue look.
The Hidalgo, the flaming quarantine, fell, meanwhile, quickly his phlegmatic guard before the devastating assault of the latest recruit.
This woman overpowered him. Her snow-white blazer suit contrasted with the intense black of her short skirt. Her tapered legs rose from white chiseled pumps for sensual geometric harmony.
The presentations concluded, Juliette, escorted by Annie, returned to her office to work on a campaign for a brand of vintage hats. To her left, a little further, Gilles did not lose sight of her. If he knew nothing about her, her experience, her aspirations, he tried to read her body language.
Concentrated, absorbed, she dissolves her mystery in the voluptuousness of her grin. He guessed it aesthetic, free, enterprising, an embodiment of satisfied desires. If the modern woman was looking for a muse, she appeared this morning.
The insistence of a look which crosses the world to find a single person quickly finds its correspondence: Juliette left the retina of the I. Mac for a moment for the azure cyan of Gilles’s eyes. She guessed the steep asperities that many Amazons had already populated.
After a lunch break on the frugal and convivial menu, Juliette joined the premises where she almost shoved Gilles, who was going out. The incident provoked an unexpected, awkward …
disturbing proximity. Each left to the other a sample of their perfume, the last vestige of missed kisses:
– “Hi, Gilles! I’m Juliette. It’s okay? “
The woman threw the convenience of the formula as a bottle into the sea. Perhaps the recipient will find a message inside? The young man replied with a bewitching smile accompanied by a reassuring:
– “Good, Juliette, thank you! “
During the day, the two creatures watched each other, tamed each other, like two boxers before the last round.
The headquarters of a renowned firm is an ideal ring for those who want to do battle with the opposite sex. A smile in the hallway, a harmless conversation at the coffee machine; their complicity led, with hushed steps, a progression towards the play area of seduction.
Galvanized by the signals of “weakness” from its prey, the dark male attacked by surprise:
– “Tell me, Juliette! If you don’t do anything on Saturday evening, well now you’re booked. I suggest you spend a nice evening at the restaurant and the cinema. “
Goguenard, he added:
-” And when I promise a nice evening, it is not false advertising. “
In the angels, Juliette accepted. Conquered by her subtle approach, she retorted with the same weapons: the spirit:
– “You are lucky. I never do anything on Saturday evening in case a handsome guy has a good idea to get me out to change my mind; but hey, since you didn’t make up your mind, I planned to have dinner with my TV set. It does not matter. I will cancel. “
Women perfectly master the martial art of psychological flirting. Where men charge in the open without fear of retaliation, the fairer sex, it camouflages its intentions under the Maquis of its innuendo.
If flirting became a war, the man would fight on the frontline while the woman, she would officiate in a dark secret service HQ. The idea of cinema immediately appealed to Juliette. The darkroom would not betray his silence. She wanted to want Gilles Incognito.
Saturday night arrived like a premature newborn baby
Nothing is more fragile than a first date. Anything can be born or die depending on the attention paid to the happy event.
Gilles, relaxed but classy, came to pick up Juliette at her house at 8 pm sharp. She did not leave her building; she appeared, divine in a sublime black spindle dress. They arrived at the restaurant.
The establishment had chosen the retro-chic atmosphere for a trip to Paris in the Roaring Twenties. Original and entertaining. A man who shows imagination in choosing a restaurant must know how to spice up a relationship. It was a good sign. The meal took place under the best auspices.
The two suitors let go of the restraint to let the fiery gallop run which carried them both. They reveled in each other, eye to eye. He found her beautiful. She stretched out her arm, grabbed her hand and caressed it. Time had stopped, but the course of their tender gestures was progressing.
Their fingers intertwined in increasingly electric ties. The night, beautiful, bright, offered itself to them. They wanted to taste it. Gilles paid the bill, took Juliette by the hand for a walk on the banks of the Seine.
They were running like two fearless teenagers. Despite a few more years, this evening they returned to their 15th birthday. If we sold love in anti-aging treatment, carelessness would be its main active ingredient. Time passed so quickly that they forgot their cinema session.
Juliette no longer wanted to see a film, she wanted to be the main character. Tonight, she wanted to blend in with Mia Khalifa in the film: the lovers of Paris. She froze in front of her partner, covered her cheeks with his hands, ran her hand through her hair before placing the warmth of a kiss on her lips.
Gilles did not allow himself to be intimidated; he quickly took over. He placed his hand on the back of his conquest, brought it firmly against his body; he devoured his mouth. The delicacy of the lips, the warmth of tongues, no one lost a grain of salt from this oral languor.
Their hands wandered in an anarchic progression with no other goal than the discovery of the other. Juliette tried to free herself from the embrace to catch her breath, just for a respite; she suggested: he covered his cheeks with his hands, ran his hand through his hair before placing the warmth of a kiss on his lips.
Gilles did not allow himself to be intimidated
He quickly took over. He placed his hand on the back of his conquest, brought it firmly against his body; he devoured his mouth. The delicacy of the lips, the warmth of tongues, no one lost a grain of salt from this oral languor.
Their hands wandered in an anarchic progression with no other goal than the discovery of the other. Juliette tried to free herself from the embrace to catch her breath, just for a respite; she suggested: he covered his cheeks with his hands, ran his hand through his hair before placing the warmth of a kiss on his lips. Gilles did not allow himself to be intimidated; he quickly took over.
He placed his hand on the back of his conquest, brought it firmly against his body; he devoured his mouth. The delicacy of the lips, the warmth of tongues, no one lost a grain of salt from this oral languor.
Their hands wandered in an anarchic progression with no other goal than the discovery of the other. Juliette tried to free herself from the embrace to catch her breath, just for a respite; she suggested: pulled her firmly against his body; he devoured his mouth. The delicacy of the lips, the warmth of tongues, no one lost a grain of salt from this oral languor.
Their hands wandered in an anarchic progression with no other goal than the discovery of the other. Juliette tried to free herself from the embrace to catch her breath, just for a respite; she suggested: pulled her firmly against his body; he devoured his mouth.
The delicacy of the lips, the warmth of tongues, no one lost a grain of salt from this oral languor. Their hands wandered in an anarchic progression with no other goal than the discovery of the other.
Juliette tried to free herself from the embrace to catch her breath, just for a respite; she suggested:
– Do you come? We’re going to my house. Without adding anything, they cut down the few meters distant from the apartment. The stairs climbed four by four, they undressed on the threshold of the door crossed to plunge together naked under the sheets.
The instant, unique, precious, carried them after stopped seconds towards an infinite tenderness. They hugged, kissed in foreplay with wise wisdom. The mouths turned into carnivores, the caresses in scratches thanks to the spell of the libidos which transforms the senses.
Gilles, lying on Juliette, left the contours of his lips to invest his neck; corridor leading to pear-shaped breasts, ripe for a tasting.
He sketched the areola of her nipples with the tip of her tongue before taking her nipples in the mouth. He sucked them in before stimulating them with suction revealing his obsession: to give Juliette a heating round to bring her up to temperature.
Still sucking her breasts, one of her hands went down her kidneys, her belly; until he reached his flower which he leafed with his fingertips. Its mango, silky, warm, moist opened under the caresses. Index and middle fingers joined, he besieged it with sensual whirlpools.
Surprisingly, one of them got lost in the slot for an exquisite back and forth. Juliette moans like a call to ecstasy. Gilles read his sighs. Her mouth left her breasts to descend in a ballet of kisses to the zenith of her instincts.
In an immersion under the sheets, in a half-apnea, he came to sin the corolla of skin. A kiss placed on his mount Bruno, two knuckles to spread the labia majora and the seashell stood ready to be caught.
He easily found a rosy clitoris. Hungry, he sucked it. The tip of her ballerina’s tongue danced on the pedestal of femininity. Supple, graceful, inspired, she improvised steps in the tone of the chant chanted by her siren. Each of the lingual figures aerated the different movements of the composition.
Juliette perceived the nuances, the tempo
Gilles handled the pulsations with mastery.
A Largo at the start, an adagio as an interlude, a perennial at the end; this chamber music was not lacking in lyricism.
On the shameless scene, couples like to dance together, share without saying a word, make each other dizzy. Juliette liked the cadence of 69: a frenzied rhythm with interchangeable passes.
She knelt on the bed, her thighs slightly apart to accommodate the head of her lover within them. He had put his hands on her buttocks. It bent to ninety degrees. His arms followed the rail of the features of his bust for an express referral to the destination of his dreams.
She distinguished its culminating point: an obelisk standing on the esplanade of a crotch. Gilles, impatient, had already boarded the train.
He was savoring the present awaiting the thrill to come. Juliette grabbed his cock and masturbated in a smooth massage.
Gilles, reactive, exerted a more intense pressure in caresses on his push-button: rocket firing signals pointing towards the sky. Juliette went into orbit to create weightlessness. Softness and delicacy fuelled all the vessels. One swirled around a nebula from which humanity was born while the other sucked the substrate.
The solemnity of the ceremonial amplified the silences; which let the senses sing a capella. They tasted each other. Each received in his palace the power of the other. Royal!
The tension brought to a climax, risked an explosion. The dawn was slow to get dressed at night.
The hours still belonged to them; they wanted to preserve themselves. Before giving ground to the tides of enjoyment, the two adventurers, in perfect helmsmen of pleasure, sailed towards other shores … wilder.
Gilles, stretched out on his back, let Juliette take hold of the rudder. She planted her eyes in hers and secured the mooring at her port.
Hands-on the chest, closed gaze turned to the sky; she smelled nirvana. She muted her pelvis in a dance of the lower abdomen spicier than the oriental spicy flavors. She piloted her silhouette in a fighter plane in the middle of the seventh sky to make her only passenger travel. Aerial, it hovered above him around the four cardinal points of his desire.
The traveler felt like first-class: the sight, the dizziness of the altitudes, a hostess devoted to his every whim; he wanted never to land.
Charismatic, virile, the sexual role of the creative man in his forties was not reduced to languid postures. His goddess remained on him, no longer sitting, but lying down, his back against his body.
She spread her legs, straightened her pelvis; while he supported her by the buttocks, he introduced his member. He assaulted her pussy with passion and vigor. He became an animal.
His roaring, raucous, powerful, permeated the testosterone environment. His female licked his lips. The dominant male marked her with his imprint. Harpooned, pounded, the possessed liberated her most primary instincts:
– »Ahhh!! Fuck me! Stronger! Go get high on me!
The stallion gave him the change:
-. »You like that little streak! You will have a hard time! You’re too good to kiss. “
The invitation salacious words in their cocoon, hitherto cozy, Juliette encouraged to dare to go further. Despite a reason sweetened by libidinous liquors, his visual acuity remained sharp. She detected the desk at the back of the room. She did not hesitate for a second:
– In the pile it’s comfortable, but it lacks entrepreneurship. Take me to the desk and work on my body! “
Gilles, impeccable, professional, took her in his arms to sit on the workbench of their antics. With a quick gesture, he opened her thighs and penetrated her. The little pig whines. His zealous collaborator did not mind the task.
He worked with enthusiasm
He wanted to go beyond his limits, to explode his goals. He was filing his colleague so violently that the massive mahogany trembled.
The little employee of Advertising couldn’t take it anymore. She demanded to finish:
– Harder! Make me come! Now!
The faller delivered his last forces to the battle by a masterful stroke; which finished this horny female. Her love juice oozed from all her pores. She felt liberated, satisfied, fulfilled.
In a final surge of attention, she wanted to thank the author of this successful campaign by masturbating his cock still swollen to block. She opened her mouth, closed her eyes and received a creamy sperm spray on her face. After spreading the milk all over her body, she thought:
– “You were right, my bastard! The advertising was far from being false … I would even say that it did not measure up to the real quality of your service … premium, in my opinion.
Satisfied, happy, they returned to their beds to slip into the warmth of their sheets. She curled up in his protective arms, him, always generous in caresses.
The first light of dawn put them to sleep. [ Part Three ]
