My French lover

Marco was only supposed to stay a couple of weeks. He is a friend of Mike?s from his old school days. Marco is French and comes to England every now and then to see mike. They both take it in turns, with Mike going to stay in France on the return visit. Marco is fairly well off and doesn?t need to work, unlike Mike and I, who still have to make a living. During his stay we would both go off to work during the week and leave him to his own devices, getting together on the weekends and evenings to catch up. Marco is a very handsome man. He is tall with dark hair, brown eyes and a golden tan. His gorgeous colour has been achieved by the many hours spent sunbathing back home in France. Marco is not shy to say the least and would always be found wandering around the house in a semi naked state, wearing just loose shorts or something casual. He has a fine athletic build for a man in his late forties, lovely defined muscles, a body an athlete might have. He does run every morning before breakfast and on returning home, he always showers before joining us for breakfast. Now I had never really thought of him in a sexual way before, though he is always a bit of a flirt with the girls, with his accent and good looks but on this particular morning something happened. It was Saturday and Mike had gone in early to finish a job leaving me to do the housework. Marco had been on his run and had come into the kitchen wearing just his towel having just had his shower. It was a small towel and came just above his knees. He was still damp and the water was trickling down his chest over his six pack. I traced its path with my eyes as it made its way down to the top of the towel. The towel was perched on his hips, just covering the line of his pubic hair. He has that lovely ?V? shape pointing to his pelvis. I felt a sudden twinge in my pussy as I studied his body. It felt wrong lusting for him as we had known each other a while. I had only studied him briefly but it felt too long. I turned and carried on with the breakfast. I was only wearing a light cotton robe myself that finished mid-thigh. I was completely naked underneath. şişli escort The gown is white and always clings to my pert firm breasts, following their every contour. You can normally make out my nipples as they press against the cloth. This was my normal attire for Saturday mornings as I was normally home alone. So, here I was, only a few feet from a handsome man. I was normally dressed when he came down for breakfast and felt slightly vulnerable as he sat at the table behind me. The fact I had nothing on under my robe, made me slightly self-conscious. I could feel my chest starting to go red and my heart beat faster. I didn?t know what to do. Should I excuse myself and go and change, or just act normal? What if he had caught me staring at him? I didn?t know what to do next. ?Good morning gorgeous, how are you this morning?? he said with his sexy French accent. I turned and smiled. ?I?m fine, how was your run?? I replied as I carried on preparing breakfast. He went on to talk about how good it was to run in the morning and smell the fresh morning air. I turned and put the plates on the table. Marco was sitting facing me, his legs slightly apart. To my surprise I could see his cock under his towel. I don?t know if he was fully aware that I could see it all. I could make out every vein. I sat on the chair directly opposite him and tried not to stare down at his towel. We chatted whilst we ate our breakfast. Occasionally I would flick my eyes down towards his towel. He told me about his home, women, and life in general back in France. He told me how the French were far more relaxed in every aspect of life and love. I was trying to concentrate as he spoke but I found my mind racing at the thought of his cock just there, staring me in the face. It had been a couple of weeks since I?d made love and I normally start feeling horny. I found myself wondering what his cock would feel like and taste like. Images ran through my mind of his fit slender body writhing against mine as we made passionate love over the table. He must have noticed me looking! He paused a moment and smiled at me. I looked mecidiyeköy escort back into his eyes but this time he had a glint in them. He smiled as he parted his legs slightly wider. He didn?t make it obvious but just carried on chatting to me. As I glanced again at his cock, it slowly began to grow before my eyes. Again I tried not to make it obvious I was looking but I couldn?t help it. It wasn?t long before his cock was rock hard and poking up against his towel. It had pushed the towel up and I had a clear view of his hairy balls placed on the chair. His thick shaft was strong, leading to the tip as it disappeared under the towel. I could feel my nipples getting erect and protruding against the thin white cotton of my robe. I glanced down at my lap. My gown had slid down either side of my thighs as my legs were crossed. You could probably just see the top of my pubes in the ?V? my gown had formed under the sash. My top had gaped open slightly between my breasts showing a little cleavage, and yes my nipples were starting to go rock hard as they strained against the thin cotton. I was glad I had taken the time to trim my pussy that morning leaving a neat strip of pubic hair just above my clitty. It felt really naughty partly exposing myself to Mike?s oldest friend. I raised my eyes to meet his again, he was still chatting to me but found it hard to concentrate. His eyes studied every part of my exposed body. I remembered the story I?d heard. Mike had apparently got off with one of Marco?s girlfriends, and he had caught them making love in the bedsit they shared. I looked into those dark eyes. Maybe Marco was plotting some payback I thought as I giggled to myself. I smiled back at him again as I ate my toast. I could feel his eyes studying every curve of my breasts. I discreetly pushed them out harder against the straining cotton, I glanced down and could see how erect my nipples had become, pointing out like bullets. My heart was pounding fast. I could feel my pussy tingling. I was getting very turned on at my flashing display. I don?t know what came over me, but I was feeling really randy by then. The sight of that gorgeous hard cock was just too much. I wanted to touch it and feel it deep inside me. I knew it was wrong on all counts but lust just seems to rule your head. I kept eye contact and slowly uncrossed my legs, parting them ever so slightly. I could feel my robe part at the sash. I knew my pussy was now on full show to him. I carried on chatting to him as I watched his eyes keep flicking down to my pussy. I looked at his cock, it was now twitching. I knew he was as turned on as me. My breathing got deeper and so was his. I teased his eyes as I parted my legs slightly wider. I could feel I was getting wetter and wetter with all the teasing. I was determined he would make the first move. I reached across the table and took his empty plate placing it on top of mine. My movement caused my robe to part even more, almost exposing my breasts completely. I picked up the plates, stood up and turned to the sink. I stood at the worktop placing the plates in the washing up bowl when I heard the chair legs scrape on the tiled floor. Marco got up. I focused out of the window as I felt him come up behind me. I put one hand either side of me on the worktop and braced myself. I wasn?t sure what would happen next. I could feel the wetness of my pussy. There was silence. Neither of us spoke. I saw each of his hands holding his towel clasp over mine each side of me. Then his hot naked body pressed against my back. His hard cock pressed against the thin cotton covering my bum, it positioned itself hard and strong between my cheeks. I couldn?t help but let out a soft moan as I pushed back against him. I ground back against him letting him know that I wanted him desperately. He dropped the towel and reached his hands around me undoing my sash that held my flimsy gown together. I gripped the edge of the worktop with both hands and focused on my garden as I felt his large warm hands begin to stroke my soft naked flesh, he caressed them up until he cupped my firm breasts in each hand, and rolled my nipples between his fingers. He nuzzled his chin into my neck and began kissing it, working up to my ears where he darted his hot wet tongue in my ear canal, and nibbled my ear lobes. I pushed my bum back again against his hard cock, rubbing it up and down his shaft.