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  Ah, Gaëlle, what a woman! Attractive, intelligent, sexy and, of course, French. In recounting her past adventures to her best friend, she has come to accept and welcome the realization that she is ready to resume and extend her sexual experiences. A chance encounter has re-awakened her burning urge to explore the farthest reaches of her sexuality and her mind is buzzing with possibilities that many women never dream of, let alone put into practice. Gaëlle has no need for a millionaire to show her the way. This is the story of a woman profoundly passionate about seeking out and finding erotic ecstasy for herself. For Gaëlle, there are few limits and she is wide open to exploring in many different ways. Part four is the continuation of a process begun in Gaëlle and Jérôme and continued in La Suite part one, although it can, like a fine Champagne, be enjoyed as a stand-alone.

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  La Suite 2

  Copyright © 2013 MP Franck

  ISBN: 978-1-77111-726-5

  Cover art by Angela Waters

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  La Suite 2

  By

  MP Franck

  Dedication

  With thanks to Loulou, who let me read his copy of Emmanuelle

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Gaëlle settled back into her life in Strasbourg after the Christmas break. She went to Jo for regular massages and spent a few days happily redecorating the hallway of her apartment. Maya had also been away for the holiday period and Gaëlle wasn’t expecting to resume their conversations until Maya’s school term was under way. She was pleased, therefore, when Odile phoned her and suggested lunch.

  “I’ll pick you up at one on Thursday,” Odile said. “There’s a new restaurant I want to try out and I think you’ll enjoy it.”

  Gaëlle was duly waiting in the street in front of her building when Odile pulled up. They exchanged kisses and Odile set off. “I hope you aren’t starving right now,” she said to Gaëlle, “because it’s a little way into Germany. I’ve never found a really good Turkish restaurant in Strasbourg and this one is supposed to be the cat’s whiskers.”

  “No, I’m fine for the moment,” Gaëlle told her and settled back to enjoy the ride. They travelled for about an hour before Odile pulled into a car park out in the country beside a typical Black Forest chalet, all wood beams and geraniums.

  “It doesn’t look very Turkish!” Gaëlle joked.

  “The outside isn’t, but the inside may be different,” Odile said.

  Inside, they could have been in Istanbul. Turkish music played and brass ornaments festooned the walls. Brightly-patterned rugs covered the floors. The tables were separated by tall house plants in big pots, making each one into its own little oasis. They were shown to their table and spent the next hour working their way through the menu of meze dishes.

  “This is wonderful,” Gaëlle commented. “It would be a great place to come in the evening, too, so intimate and cosy.”

  Odile settled the bill. On their way out, they passed by a set of padded doors. Gaëlle’s curiosity made her try them. A passing waiter stopped.

  “You are too early, Madame,” he said. “The nightclub bar will not open until later this evening.”

  Gaëlle shrugged. Odile and she went back to the car, drove over the border and home.

  From Gaëlle’s journal

  Odile wanted to me to come in for another pumping session, but I said I was busy, which is nothing but the truth at the moment. I’d love to experiment further with her and the pumps, but I really don’t have a moment to give her. Oh, for an occasional forty-eight-hour day! We agreed to try again as soon as I’m free. I’m lucky as well as grateful that Odile accepts so easily the limitations on our time together. I’d barely got home and picked up my book when Eric phoned. Maya and he are inviting me to be their guest for his birthday and he wanted to know if I could recommend anywhere, so I did. He also hinted that he’d like Maya to wear something sexy and wondered whether I’d be prepared to try and persuade her. I promised to do my best. I’m as enthusiastic about seeing Maya looking sexy as Eric is.

  The following evening, Maya called Gaëlle, “Do you have a moment?” she asked.

  “For you, anytime.”

  “I’ve been thinking about Eric’s birthday. I was going to wear the pink dress that he likes so much, but when I look at it, the only thing it has in its favour is that he bought it for me, and that was more years ago than I like to think. I was wondering if you had some clothes you might lend me for the occasion. Not so much for while we’re out, but more so I can give him a sexy surprise when we get home. It can’t be that dress of yours, he’s seen it. It would be too obvious. I’m not thinking about in the restaurant,” she repeated hurriedly. “For afterwards in private.”

  “How much do you trust me?” Gaëlle asked.

  “To the ends of the earth for most things…” Maya began. “But about as far as I can throw you when it comes to sexy ideas,” she finished.

  “Will you let me choose an outfit for you?” Gaëlle asked. “You do know that Eric has already invited me to come along, too, don’t you?”

  “Eric’s big mouth! I was supposed to be the one to ask you!” Maya said. “What sort of outfit would it be? I know you, Gaëlle!”

  “It will be a surprise, but I can guarantee you’ll look great.”

  “So I’ll have no idea what I’m going to be wearing until we set off for the restaurant?” Maya asked, her rising tone showing how stressed the idea was making her. “Let me get this clear. On the evening of Eric’s birthday I turn up at your apartment. At that point, you dress me in whatever you decide and I just accept it?”

  “Exactly. Well? Will you do it? Yes or no?”

  There was a pause, then, in a little voice, Maya said, “Yes.”

  Gaëlle thought quickly. “On that night, you’ll need to bring a long outdoor coat, and also some black holdups. Clear, Maya?”

  “Clear.”

  As soon as Maya had mentioned dressing up in a sexy way, Gaëlle had had an idea—one which, if all went well, would result in Maya being exposed at the restaurant for the delight of Eric and herself. Maybe for the waiters, too, Gaëlle thought with a smile. When she’d eaten there with Odile, the French-speaking waiter who had served them had been very handsome. What was his name? Ah, yes! Hakan! Hakan would surely appreciate Maya as Gaëlle intended she should be displayed. Maya wasn’t going to get away with just being sexy in the privacy of her own home. Not if Gaëlle had anything to do with it.

  As soon as she’d put the phone down, Gaëlle flew into the spare bedroom and flung open the wardrobe. She rapidly found what she was looking for. Sometime during the period when she’d really not been thinking straight, she’d bought three sleeveless tops with a bateau neckline. They hadn’t cost a lot, but looked more expens
ive than their price tag. When Gaëlle had tried one on at home, she’d discovered that they were far more transparent than she’d realized. As tops for normal wear, they were impractical, but for showing off Maya…To get an image of the look she had in mind, Gaëlle stripped off and tried on the top she thought would look best on Maya. It was light grey, which did nothing for Gaëlle with her blonde hair and pale coloring, but would be superb on dark-haired, olive-skinned Maya. Gaëlle examined herself in the mirror. The top clung to her torso, yet didn’t flatten her breasts, which were in full view. With Maya’s bigger breasts and her much darker nipples, the exposure would be even more noticeable. Gaëlle added one of her black, sleeveless, Nehru-collar jackets. She had two of them, one with extravagant gold embroidery and one with silver. She decided that the gold would suit Maya better. With arms bare to the shoulder, a short black skirt and dark hold-up stockings, Maya’s silhouette would be even more elegant than usual. Fortunately, although Maya was taller and had slightly bigger boobs, Gaëlle and she were similar in build. Gaëlle called Eric and told him that, once Maya was dressed up, they would be collecting him from home and going straight to the restaurant.

  On the evening in question, Maya arrived just after seven o’clock, looking flustered. She was wearing a pullover and jeans under the long outdoor coat that Gaëlle had demanded she should bring. Gaëlle was already prepared, in her short black skirt and black stockings and with her sleeveless Nehru jacket all buttoned up.

  “Wow, you look good,” Maya commented, examining Gaëlle. “Lots of leg!”

  “You’re going to look very similar.” Gaëlle told her.

  “Oh dear. What have I let myself in for?” Maya asked, looking even more nervous.

  “A great evening, that’s all. Trust me.” Gaëlle said, leading Maya through to the bedroom. “Come on,” she said. “Undress and put your stockings on.” Maya took off her jeans and sweater and stood trembling in a matching red bra and thong. She pulled on her holdups.

  “Very fetching,” Gaëlle said, approvingly. “Nice bra. But it has to go.”

  “No bra?”

  “No bra,” Gaëlle confirmed. “You won’t be wearing one tonight. Come on. Off with it.”

  Maya sighed and unclipped her bra. Gaëlle handed her the grey top and watched as Maya put it on. Her breasts and nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material.

  “Fantastic!” Gaëlle exclaimed. “You’re absolutely perfect!”

  Maya caught sight of herself in the mirror. “Oh!” she gasped. “Perfect? Perfectly indecent, I think you mean.” She sighed. “Gaëlle, I need you to be honest with me. When I appear in front of Eric like this, isn’t he going to think I look ridiculous? I’m not twenty any more…not thirty, either! Can I afford to let him see me like this?”

  “Of course you can. You look wonderful. Here’s your skirt, it’s just like mine,” she said, handing Maya a short, black, tight skirt. Maya stepped into the skirt, pulled it up and closed the zip. She tugged at the hem, trying to make it a little less short. Gaëlle went to stand beside her.

  “Leave it alone!” she insisted. “It’s exactly the same length as mine.” That was true, although Gaëlle was careful not to point out that whereas she was wearing three-inch heels to bring her up to Maya’s height, Maya’s shoes had only a kitten heel, so Maya was revealing an extra two inches of thigh. If she did notice, Maya let it pass.

  Gaëlle handed Maya the gold-embroidered jacket. “There, cover yourself up with this, so we match. Just imagine Eric’s delight when you take the jacket off…when you get home.”

  Maya put the jacket on and started to fasten it up.

  “It’s a bit tight round my boobs,” she said. “Mine are bigger than yours.”

  “Don’t rub it in. Look, just leave the top three buttons open and you’ll be fine.”

  Maya looked at herself in the mirror. “At least neither of us has batwings,” she said,

  “I should hope not, with all the gym work we both do!” Gaëlle retorted. She pulled her jacket straight.

  “What have you got on under your jacket?” Maya asked, suddenly suspicious.

  “Never you mind! Tonight is all about you. The idea is that we should match when we get to the restaurant. Eric will imagine that all he’s getting is a leg show…and a very nice leg show in my opinion…so when eventually you take your jacket off and show him the pièce de résistance, your braless boobs, he’ll be in paradise. My outfit is just to create a little initial entertainment, that’s all.”

  Maya looked less than convinced, but Gaëlle cajoled her through the rest of her preparations until they looked like twins, one dark and one fair, both all in black. They put their long outdoor coats on over everything, and went to pick up Eric in Gaëlle’s car. During the drive to the restaurant, Gaëlle was aware of an air of tension between Maya and Eric. She parked the car and they went to the bar area.

  “Find us three bar stools,” Gaëlle instructed Eric. “See you in a minute. Come on, Maya. You and I are going to touch up our lipstick.” She led Maya to the ladies’ restroom, where they took off their outdoor coats. Maya was standing in front of a mirror, running a comb through her short black hair, when suddenly Gaëlle, who had crept up behind her, whipped Maya’s skirt up round her waist and yanked her thong down.

  “Hey! Stop that!” Maya protested, but Gaëlle kept pulling.

  “There’s no point in fighting it, Maya,” she insisted, giving a playful slap to her friend’s newly-bare bottom. “I’m not wearing knickers, so you can’t either!” She dragged Maya’s thong away from her. “There! Now we’re a total match. Come on. Let’s go and raise Eric’s blood pressure.”

  “Shit, I’m scared,” Maya muttered as they went out into the foyer. “I’m half-expecting to trip and display all my bare bits to the world.” Gaëlle took her by the arm and led her to the bar. They made their entrance side by side. Eric’s eyes lit up when he saw the two pairs of long legs and the very short skirts. Gaëlle and Maya perched on stools on either side of him. Gaëlle crossed her legs, giving Eric a view of stocking top and a little pale bare skin above that.

  “Hey, Mister Birthday Boy!” Gaëlle said. “You should be looking on the other side.” Maya had also crossed her legs and the shorter skirt made her position even more revealing than Gaëlle’s. She looked very edgy. Eric beamed with delight and ordered apéritifs.

  They were called through to the dining room, where Gaëlle and Maya took the seats facing away from the other diners.

  “Gosh, I’m warm,” Maya muttered, casting a troubled glance towards Gaëlle. She unbuttoned her jacket, but Gaëlle could see Maya was hanging on to it below the table, trying to make sure it didn’t fall open and reveal her.

  As Gaëlle had hoped, it was Hakan, the good-looking waiter, who came to hand them menus.

  “Good evening, Madame,” he said to Gaëlle, bowing. “It is good to see you again so soon.”

  “I enjoyed last time so much, I brought my friends, as you can see, Hakan.” Gaëlle responded.

  Hakan waited while they chose and then noted their order. As he turned to go, Gaëlle stopped him.

  “Hakan,” she said, waving a hand towards Maya, “will you help Madame to take off her jacket? You can put it with our outdoor coats.”

  Maya gasped. “But—I—not now—home—” she stammered, but Hakan was already behind her and gently easing her jacket off her shoulders. Faced with acquiescence or making a scene, Maya sat frozen and helpless as Hakan finished removing the jacket and folding it carefully across his arm. Eric’s jaw dropped as he goggled at his wife’s all-but-naked breasts. She clutched her hands to them, in a vain effort to reduce her exposure.

  “Thank you, Hakan,” Gaëlle said. The waiter, who had also been transfixed by the sight of Maya almost topless, blinked, took control of himself, bowed formally and walked away.

  “You look stunning, Maya,” Eric said. “Happy birthday, dear Eric, happy birthday to me!”

  “Did I ever tel
l you you’re a swine, Gaëlle?” Maya mumbled. “How could you do this to me?”

  “I couldn’t afford to give you any warning,” Gaëlle admitted. “But now it’s done, I suggest you just accept it and enjoy the experience.”

  “And just how am I supposed to do that when my heart’s going like a machine-gun?” Maya spluttered.

  “Relax. Breathe out. Sit up straight…and for goodness’ sake take your hands away. You can’t eat like that, and you’re spoiling Eric’s view!”

  Maya blew out her cheeks, dropped her hands into her lap, sat up straight and pulled her shoulders back. “Like this?” she asked.

  “Oh, yes. Just like that,” Eric said, “So your nipples push against the material. I’ve never seen you looking so gorgeous. I love you.”

  Hakan arrived with their first dishes. His eyes flickered over Maya’s exposed breasts as he served.

  “How did that make you feel, Maya?” Gaëlle asked after he’d gone. “To know a strange man is admiring your lovely bare boobs.”

  “I’m flustered and my heart is pounding, but I suppose I have to confess it is exciting,” Maya said. “He is very handsome, isn’t he?”

  “He is indeed,” Gaëlle agreed. “How about you, Eric? Your lovely wife is very exposed, and a stranger just admired her nudity. How does that feel?”

  “I can’t put into words how thrilling it is that a stranger is appreciating Maya’s body,” Eric replied. “I’ve wondered for ages how that would feel, and it’s far more intense than I ever imagined.”

  After their starters had been cleared away, Maya leaned over to Gaëlle and whispered, “All this is getting to me. I need to go and mop myself up. It’s all your fault, for leaving me with no knickers on. How am I going to get to the loo, dressed like this?”