"Micha lifted me from my kneeling position and bent me forward over the bed. She reached between my ass and I heard a zipper being opened before I fe...t the cool night air on my cheeks. Her fingers slipped between my cheeks and I felt something cold and slippery down there. I instinctively knew what it was and spread my knees to allow better access. Her fingers moved in and out of my ass, then two fingers and finally three. I sensed that she had changed her position and the next thing I. She moaned in frustration and struggled to stimulate herself enough to orgasm, but she was unable to do so. Steve watched for a moment, then began to slowly tease her again, once more stopping short of granting her release.After the third buildup and denial, he pushed her thighs open and lined up to shove his rock hard cock into her cunt. One of his previous stimulations had involved sliding his fingers into her cunt, so he knew she'd deflowered herself sometime before, so he was able to simply. There is something erotic about that cold post-swim state, and if there were grains of sand in her crevices it would merely be a reminder to me that I was in those crevices. But that was getting ahead of myself.We sat and chatted over glasses of Entre Deux Mers, which is light and fruity and subtle and has been steamrollered by the world’s obsession with Pinot Grigio and Chardonnay.Cecile was a woman of the world, a classic French woman of the old school, like a character from a Françoise Sagan. She used to wear saree or ghaghara and she used to always cover her face with saree as per their tradition.I lived in b’lore in a single room which us usually situated in terrace and she used to live below my house. Daily she used to come on terrace to dry the clothes but never got an opportunity to talk to her as I would be in office at that time and some times when I was in room never dared to talk to her as she was acting as a reserved type lady always covering her face. After 5 to 6 months.