Le Club Ch. 01
Keywords: Club, 01, Ch., Le,
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The billowing of the sheer drapes, in the pre-dawn breeze, awakened me. As I sat up in the bed, I looked at the sleeping form of Jeanne. She was lovely. I got out of bed and padded across the room to close the French doors and draw the heavy velvet drapes. I looked over the small balcony towards the moon dappled sea in the distance below my suite in this luxury hotel on the Cote d'Azur.
As I returned to my bed, I thought about my life and the events which had brought me to this time, this place and to this exquisite creature, Jeanne.
I leaned against my pillows and began to think back. Jeanne was lying on her side with her back to me. We had enjoyed a too short night of delicious love making. Jeanne stirred in her sleep as I touched her warm, smooth hip and lost myself in memories.
I grew up on a small farm in the American Midwest. I had three brothers and two sisters. I was a middle child. As soon each of us was old enough, we helped with the chores. It began with helping feed the chickens and helping set the dining room table for dinner. As we grew older, we helped Dad with the field work and Mom with the myriad of jobs involving the home and family.
All of us, including the girls, drove the tractors, milked the cows, shoveled manure, and did all of the jobs a farm hand had to do. We helped Mom with the cooking, cleaning, washing, and canning and all the jobs a farm wife and Mother must do.
One day, Mom and I were doing some cleaning in the attic. There was a large suitcase under the eaves. I asked Mom what it contained. She said it was nothing. Just some old clothes of hers.
I pulled the suitcase over under a window and opened it. It was packed full of women's skirts, blouses, stockings, suits, under things and a pair or two of shoes. Mom said those were some of the things she had when she met Dad. She had gone to two years of business school and was working as a secretary. Dad was in college. They dated, fell in love, married, and returned to Dad's family farm. Mom said the suit she wore when they got married was in the suitcase.
When I had some quiet time, I would return to the attic and look at the clothes in the suitcase. They were mostly quality, tailored suits of linen or wool. Mom liked silk. There were silk blouses, panties, stockings, a negligee, scarves, etc. The silk felt so good against my skin. I think my love of fine clothing began with these things in Mom's suitcase.
It wasn't all work as we grew up. We kids, and the kids from the neighboring farms, would go off together to skinny dip in the local swimming hole and fish in the creek. We sneaked cigarettes behind a barn and, as we got older, we learned more about both sexes. In high school it was classes, ball games, dances, and movies and petting in the back seat of a car. Occasionally, there was sexual exploration with boyfriends - and girlfriends.
I went away to college - a State University, actually. Again, in addition to the classes there were all the social activities. I dated. I had many friends, both male and female. I found that thoughts about a handsome classmate or a comely coed would give my sex a tingle. I graduated with a major in Computer Science and a minor in Business Administration.
I have always had a love for nice clothing. Even in high school, I bought small things, which I could afford, to wear under my school clothes - a lacy camisole or a pair of silk panties, for example. In college, I was able to buy things like blouses, slacks, skirts and shoes. When I was in my dorm room, I liked to wear nothing but a silk slip or a pair of satin panties and a dressing gown.
For my job interviews, I followed Mom's advice and bought a nice business suit. I was hired by a telecommunications company and I moved away from home to a large western city. I got my first apartment and car.
The work was interesting and fast paced. I soon learned the pecking order in the office where I worked. All of the younger employees, especially we new ones, hung out together after work - bar hopping, dinners, movies, etc. I didn't date much. I spent much of my free time, and money, shopping for clothes.
Our office had a female executive who sort of scared us "newbies" when we first started. Her name was Francis Wilson. She was Ms. Wilson, but we nicknamed her, "Sarge." She seemed to take an interest in me. I was regularly tapped to work late and to come in on weekends. I was warned to be careful. Some of the girls in the office said she was a "lez" and had made passes at them.
In the evenings, Sarge and I might grab a quick hamburger together before we went our separate ways. On the weekends, we might have a late lunch and a drink together. And that was all.
I accompanied her and several male executives to a meeting in San Francisco. During the course of the meeting, and over after work drinks, a couple of the men made passes at me. One of them went so far, while we were alone in an elevator, as to put his arms around me and tell me that he wanted to eat my sex while I sucked his cock! I avoided him after that!
Sarge asked me to go shopping with her after the meetings ended for the day. She didn't want to be alone on the city streets after dark. We had a lot of fun. We tried on clothes and shoes. We ate dinner and had drinks. We got tipsy and giggled. She asked me to call her Fran.
One night we returned to Fran's hotel room. I had purchased a silk teddy, a chemise, a couple of camisoles and a pair of tap pants. Fran had purchased a silk dressing gown. She suggest we model our purchases. She started to undress. I turned to go into the bathroom, when she said that I should undress with her.
Fran undressed completely before putting on her new gown and a pair of high heeled slippers. She was beautiful. She was probably in her mid-forties, but she didn't show it. Here was a woman who loved herself and took care of herself. She was trim. Her butt was firm. Her high, proud breasts were almost bullet shaped and firm. And luscious. Her sex was hidden behind a triangle of neatly trimmed pubic hair.
First, I tried on a camisole and the tap pants. Fran whirled around me as she looked me up and down. She opened and closed her gown and flashed her body unashamedly. I changed into the teddy. It was silk and lacy and I loved it. Fran looked at me. She said I looked exquisite and so little girl like.
She pulled me close to her. She opened her gown, hugged me to her nude body and wrapped both of us in her gown. She reached down and unsnapped the crotch of my teddy. She placed her hand on my sex.
That night, literally at Fran's knee, I learned the joy and pleasure and satisfaction of pleasuring a woman orally and in helping to bring her to orgasm after orgasm. In turn, I was pleasured sexually and enjoyed multiple orgasms.
After the business meeting, there was the usual office gossip. I worked hard and Fran never gave me any favors when it came to work. As a matter of fact, there was a "newbie" who got tapped for the after work and weekend jobs. I didn't mind. I went back to school to start on an MBA. I eventually applied for another position with the company and moved to an east coast city.
I stopped at home on my way across the country. My parents were semi-retired and enjoying some traveling and a less strenuous life style. One of my brother's and a sister were running the farm. Everyone else had moved away to other jobs and to start families.
I helped with chores. It was good to get into jeans and work clothes and to get away from the business world. One evening, after a long day of loading, hauling and stacking hay bales, my sister suggested we go skinny dipping. We were sweaty and filthy with dirt, dust and hay particles. We looked at each other and ran, laughing, to the swimming hole.
It wasn't as nearly as far as I remembered as a kid. We hurriedly stripped off, before we chickened out, I think, and leaped into the cool water. After splashing about and cooling off, we got out of the water and sat, in the sun, on some logs on the bank.
It had been years since I had seen any of my siblings without their clothes. Both of them had brown arms and faces from working out of doors. Their hair was sun bleached. And both of their bodies showed the effects, and benefits, of their physical labor around the farm. They didn't need to go to a gym to workout.
I had never thought of them in a sexual context before, but Bud had a nice thick cock and good sized balls dangling between his legs. My sex tingled as I visualized a woman writhing in pleasure beneath him as he fucked her and as he fed his meat into the mouth of a homosexual man kneeling in front of him.
I looked as Sis. Her breasts were bigger than mine. My sex tingled more as I visualized her sitting astride a man and riding up and down on his hard cock after he had eaten her sex and as she and another woman pleasured each other.
I almost gasped out loud as I visualized myself eating Sis' sex and sucking Bud's cock. When I snapped out of my fantasy, they were both looking at me quizzically. Sis asked what I had been thinking as I looked like I was in another world. I told them that I had been thinking back to when all of us were kids and had skinny dipped here together. We got dressed and walked back to the farm house for supper and evening chores.
The next morning, I continued on my trip to my new job. I settled in quickly after finding a place to live. At work, I did my job and avoided the entanglements and rivalries often found in this high tech, high pressure work environment.
I took advantage of the educational opportunities at my new location and returned to school to finish the MBA. I eventually earned a dual MBA in Information Security and International Business. I also was making enough money that I could indulge my taste for fine clothing. I almost had an orgasm the first time I bought a pair of hand made Italian shoes.
After I completed my studies, I was recruited, discreetly, by a multi-national firm for a position in London.
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