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This is part 2 of a multi part story. I have a Photo album so you can experience slightly more if you choose, or you can just use your imagination. Please remember that Esme is French and speaks with a wonderfully sexy accent, which I could never type without it having a slightly comedic Inspector Clousseau edge, so please imagine Esme’s sexy french voice in this story.Esme was still in the pool, swimming hard, and I watched her swimming, with her bum showing out of the water as she did her turns. I watched her breasts and hard nipples as she did more backstroke for a while before she came and sat next to me at the patio table. Esme took a long drink from her beer. A drop of condensation dripped of the bottle onto her breast, running down to her nipple. How I wanted to lick it off her boob. She then smiled, put her bottle down on the table, and lay back in her chair to dry in the sun. The light glinting off her wet, tanned frame made me wish I had worn something underneath the sarong. “We should go out tonight” Esme said “We will have some fun” in her French accent that was becoming sexier and sexier. “Yes, we should”, I replied.We both sat for a few minutes soaking in the sun, until I realized the Esme was watching me, watching my breasts. My nipples were hard in the sun and though not as tanned as Esme, I was a light tan. “You had a good shower?” she asked, with a bit of a smirk ” I heard you screaming, was the water too cold? I could ask my father to take a look?””Errrr, yes it was jumping from hot to cold, I’ll call a plumber though” I replied quickly, half embarrassed Ümraniye Escort and half pleased that I was overheard.”So, tonight” I said “where can we go””Well, there is only one bar in the village, so we will have to go there” Esme said, “but it can be very lively””Great, I’m looking forward to it” I answered as my phone rang.”Work” I said, and strolled off into the house in my sarong to see what they needed me for.The phone call was bad news. The whole reason I was here was to try and sort out a load of legal shit around the villa and land around it purchased afterwards etc.. and the solicitor who was handling it was on his way over to go through it and it was going to take hours. Shit.I told Esme that we would have to delay going out tonight, but I should be free tomorrow at some point. I let her take the Range Rover to get home and got myself dressed for the meeting.OK, OK, I might have spent a few minutes fantasizing about Esme, by the pool, in a tiny thong, slipping a hand in between my legs to feel my warm moist pussy, but what do you expect a girl to do?I would love to say that the Solicitor that came over was a young hot stud, fresh out of college, and I got nice and sticky with him after the paperwork had been finished with. Alas he was older than my Dad, so work was just work.It was a late finish, and I went to bed tired after an exhausting day. I didn’t even have the will to play with myself, although I did wake up the next morning tugging on a nipple with one hand and rubbing my clit with the other. I don’t remember Ümraniye Escort Bayan the dream too well, but I know that it had Esme and I in a long slow 69 lying on our sides…MmmmmmI was enjoying letting my mind wonder, thinking about how Esme would feel, taste, smell, how I would love to have my head buried between her thighs……Shit! thats a car!I pulled on my gown, a short satin thing that only came down to mid thigh, and walked from the guest room I was using to see who had driven up. It had to be someone who knew the code for the security gate, so could be the pool people, the housekeeper, the gardener…I didn’t want to get caught lying naked flicking my clit by any of them, I have my work reputation to think of!I couldn’t see the car that had pulled up, so imagine my delight when I saw Esme walking to the front door, wearing a pair of Daisy Duke denim shorts and a skimpy top and looking hotter than she did the day before.I ran to open the door and greeted her with a quick hug and kisses, as everyone does in Europe.”Good morning, I hope you slept well, I bought breakfast” she said, holding up a brown paper bag.”Your amazing!” I said, “just what I need after a late night working””You go and sit out on the veranda, whilst I make the coffee” Esme told me.So I went and sat outside, trying to tidy my hair up on the way, and sunned myself whilst Esme made the coffee.After a few minutes she appeared carrying a tray with some bread, fruit, croissants and 2 mugs of steaming coffee. I was expecting her to be wearing Escort Ümraniye the Daisy Dukes and the strappy top, but she had changed into the white gown she used yesterday, which surprised me.We sat together drinking the coffee in silence, exchanging smiles and glances before Esme spoke.”I wanted to treat you for breakfast” she said ” I wanted to make you fresh orange juice like one of my friends makes for me in Paris””Yes please” I said, not really knowing what she meant.Esme then stood up and let the white robe slip off her amazing body. She did it in one graceful movement, without a moments hesitation and put it on the table.”Wow!” I said, instinctively letting my mouth stay open as I struggled to take in her naked form.”You like” She said, as Esme turned to face me, standing with her legs slightly apart giving me a few of her completely shaved pussy, tanned to the same color as the rest of her. Her long dark hair just brushing her nipples which were as hard as they were in the pool yesterday, she wiggled her curvy hips, stood on tiptoes to accentuate the curves of her legs and did a little spin, laughing as she did.”You look amazing!” I told her, knowing that my pussy was leaking juices all over my satin gown, and my nipples were so stiff they would be visible through the thin fabric.”So how did you have Orange juice in Paris?” I asked her, really not knowing what to expect.”Like this” Esme said.What happened next has given me so many naughty dreams, and as got my pussy creamed whenever I think about it even for a moment. It is so vivid in my memory that even now I need to change my knickers…Esme sat on the edge of the table, then lifted herself slowly onto the table top. She moved so gracefully, keeping her legs together, spinning around until she was lying on the table, with her legs pointing at me. She rolled onto her side, giving me a glimpse of her pussy lips.