I have close friends who know secrets about me, but there is one that I've never found the courage to tell.
So I'm going to tell it here. Strangers can be easier to talk to.
My name is Sasha and I am a graphic arts student, the only daughter of a Scots architect and a French actress. I have enjoyed the benefits (and sometimes suffered the confusion) of having dual cultural identities since I was a young child. We moved to England when I was very little, but I would spend long periods of my childhood staying with members of the extended family in the southern region of France.
That's where this secret thing took place.
I was eighteen at the time and spending the summer of 1996 with my Uncle and Aunt at their vineyard in Languedoc. Being an only child, I was often starved of the company of others my age (particularly during the school holidays when friends were away), and I loved to come and stay here with my Uncle. He has a beautiful daughter called Alex, who is the closest I have to a sister, and one of my best friends in all the world.
My Uncle is a wealthy man. Back then he owned acres of vineyards and woodland and even a large part of the village, so it was a wonderful place to wile away the summer months. The weather was sublime for virtually the whole season and my Uncle had a swimming pool in the garden where Alex and I would bathe, or we would wander through the woods and vineyards talking for hours.
My Uncle had a young, live-in housemaid - a beautiful black, Greek girl called Louisa, who would clean our rooms and serve us fresh lemonade by the pool. On weekends we would visit the beach nearby and make jewelry out of sea-shells. We were so happy in this idyllic summer paradise.
During this one particular summer, my Aunt Ella spent some time in hospital following a surgery, and my Uncle would take Alex to visit her each day. Some days I would go too, while on others I would stay behind and explore the woods on my own, or lay with a book beside the pool.
Louisa would remain behind and clean the house before preparing lunch for my Uncle's return. On this particular morning, however, it was her day off and after I had said goodbye to my Uncle and cousin, I went into the garden and found Louisa lounging on a recliner by the pool.
It was always striking to see Louisa in a bikini because her tall, exquisitely toned body with its gorgeous ebony skin contrasted so powerfully with the sky-blue of her swimsuit. On this occasion, she was glistening wet from a recent dip in the pool and her stunning body looked like a marble statue, speckled with fine mist.
I smiled at her and went about moving one of the empty sun-loungers to a shaded spot by the pool. I lay down, magazine in hand, and put on a pair of big, 80's style pink sunglasses. I was ready to sit and read in the warm glow of the morning, but quickly found I wasn't really in the mood for reading; my eyes mechanically scanning the printed words without registering their meaning. Perhaps it was too hot for reading, I thought, and lay back, allowing my eyes to grow heavy.
From my reclining position, I had a clear view of Louisa and I admired her secretly from behind my sunglasses. She was so compelling, with her elegant features and marble-smooth skin. She was beautifully slender, with far more of a woman's body than mine. I envied how comfortable she seemed in her own skin, stretched out like a leopard in the sun. I could almost imagine her purring with delight at this most simple and perfect of pleasures - a day without work.
I would have loved to have felt as free and comfortable with my own body as Louisa seemed to feel with hers. I looked down at myself on the sun-lounger. My body didn't look so bad, tanned as it was by the Languedoc sun, in a white string-bikini. But I couldn't compare with the goddess before me. She had such long legs, like a model, with a tiny waist and bottom, and although her breasts were modestly small, they struck me as far more womanly than my own.
After a while, Louisa sat up and stretched. She walked along the opposite side of the pool. Her slender body blocked the sun for a moment as she walked softly down the steps into the clear water. She waded until she was up to her shoulders and then dipped her head beneath the surface, vanishing from sight. All I could make out was the color and shape of her young body, beneath the blue. When she re-emerged, she seemed wonderfully refreshed and pulled her long dark hair behind her shoulders. Leaning up against the far wall of the pool, her small, perfectly-rounded breasts on display in their sky blue bikini, she closed her eyes with pleasure to the spotlight of the sun.
Louisa looked even more stunning, wet like this, and I suddenly worried she might have noticed me staring. I don't know why I felt embarrassed because it was a harmless enough thing to do, but looking back, I think I was intimidated by her poise and confidence. Louisa didn't seem in the slightest bit surprised or offended and in fact looked rather proud that I had been watching her. She leaned her body further back on her arms and tipped her head back, like she was posing for a photo in a fashion magazine.
There had always been something I found a little intimidating about Louisa. Don't get me wrong, she was warm enough and kind to me, but she had this quality - perhaps you could call it an advanced-maturity - that made me feel as though I could never get close to her. In retrospect, it was perhaps no more than my own perception. Not to mention, she was at work most of the time, and this created a false illusion of distance and formality. I was childish and insecure back then. Perhaps I am still a little of those things now.
As I continued to admire Louisa reclining in the pool (although more discretely now), I imagined how much attention she must regularly get from men as they passed her in the village. While I was lost in this thought, she turned again to see if I was still watching. I continued to lay still, hidden behind the safety of my pink sunglasses. From the outside I could have been asleep, for all anyone knew, and yet part of me was certain Louisa knew I was wide awake.
A few moments later she started gently running her fingers over the exposed skin of her shoulder blades, making trails in the little drops of water that covered her. As she did so, her arms gently pressed her breasts together in their pale blue bikini-top, which formed an attractive cleavage. I couldn't help but feel I was being tested in some way by this new display. Not that there was anything strange about what she was doing, but I sensed it wasn't something she would have done in the presence of my Uncle or Aunt, or even if I had been there with Alex. It occurred to me to retreat into the house, under the ruse that it was too hot outside, but I was so transfixed by the behavior of this mysterious Greek girl that I couldn't bring myself to move.
I imagined once again how often men must have felt magnetically drawn to her. Only this time, I realized it was I who was magnetically drawn to her. I was completely mesmerized by this gorgeous young woman.
The spell was broken suddenly when she climbed out of the pool and walked towards the house. I felt a stab of disappointment. She stepped up to the verandah and as she passed the open doors to the drawing room, I watched her long, shapely legs and tight little backside in its blue, wet bikini bottoms. She was as close to being a fully grown woman as any girl I knew of my own age. I noticed her glance back at me before disappearing into her bedroom, which was the farthest of the ground floor rooms that opened on to the verandah.
From where I lay in my reclining chair, I could see into Louisa's room. Its heavy glass doors were open to the verandah and a thin linen curtain flapped gently in the delicate breeze. I could make out the dark oak of her dressing table with its beautiful oval gold mirror above - the "Wicked Queen" mirror, my cousin and I called it - and I could see the side of her bed, dressed as it was in soft, clean white-cotton sheets.
After a short time I could hear the shower running from inside the en-suite bathroom of her room. I let my eyes grow heavy again as I imagined Louisa standing there, naked in the spacious marble shower-room, allowing the cool water to rain down upon her body. It wasn't an especially sexual thought, more a fairy-tale fantasy; like a young girl might have about a Princess.
I might have drifted to sleep for a few minutes, but upon waking, - and owing to the strange limbo of delirium one feels at the borders of sleep - it felt as though centuries might have passed. The sun had apparently been swallowed by a passing cloud and the view into Louisa's room was clearer still without its bright glare.
I could see that Louisa had emerged from her shower and was dressed in a white toweling robe. Her long hair was damp and hung down her back as low as the base of her spine. She was busying herself with some sort of post-shower activity, intermittently disappearing from view into one of the parts of her room that I could not see.
Soon she came and stood by her dressing table, looking into the "Wicked Queen" mirror, where she began to comb her hair. Her face was concealed but I had a clear view of her back, from the top of her head down to the slender calves that appeared at the base of her robe.
She was combing her hair with careful attention and watching herself in the mirror. Every now and then she would lean forward or backward a fraction and I would get a glance of her pretty face reflected in the glass. She must have been mindful I could see her at these times, because she would equally have been able to see me reflected in the mirror. It was this fact that made what happened next all the more significant.
Much to my surprise, Louisa unfastened the robe she was wearing and the next thing I knew, it was sliding down her back as it fell to the floor, leaving me with a perfect rear view of her naked body. The dark color of her skin appeared more beautiful and striking than it had ever been. I found myself with the clearest view yet of the very thing I had pictured when she was in the shower. Her body looked even better out of clothes than it had in a bikini. Her shoulders were so feminine and narrow, giving way to the sublime elongated curve of her back. This curve got narrower still as it reached her tiny waist, before turning outward again with a perfectly rounded contour for her exquisitely pert bottom. I had never seen such a beautiful woman in the flesh.
A moment later Louisa's face again became visible in the mirror and, although I couldn't make out for certain, she seemed to be looking at me. Once again it struck me that I was witnessing a deliberate display from the girl. I mean, after all, she could have easily pulled the curtain across or removed her clothes in any other part of the room where she would not have been visible to me. Why was she doing this?
My heart skipped a beat as she turned from the mirror and sat herself down at the foot of the bed. Here she began again to comb her hair, not looking at me, but surely quite aware that I was likely to be looking at her. With her right arm raised I could see her beautiful breasts exposed as she combed the knots from her damp hair.
I could also see the clear line from her backside along her thigh and down to her knee. I could not however quite see between her legs. But suddenly I found my heart thumping with a desire that I might be able to. It felt terribly forbidden to be entertaining such a desire, and fairly quickly my wish was granted. Louisa stood again and I caught sight of a thin, dark strip of pubic hair between her legs. She looked directly at me again, this time with the most provocative expression. Her eyes lingered on me for a good few moments before she silently disappeared into her room.
There was no mistaking this sign and, removing my sunglasses, I got up from my seat and slowly stepped up to the verandah, approaching the open French windows to her room. My heart was racing and my mind was trying to use all sorts of arguments to dissuade me, but I couldn't help myself. It almost felt as though, in spite of myself, I was being lured towards Louisa's room, in the way the children had felt compelled to follow the Piper of Hamlin in the fairy tale.
I stopped short a few feet from her door and waited. The wooden verandah creaked a little beneath my toes. Louisa must have heard that I was there. I waited some more. I felt like I could hear my heart thumping from the outside.
Just as I was starting to feel stupid and think that Louisa had left her room and gone elsewhere in the house, she came into view again. Still completely naked, and without the slightest sign of sharing my apprehension, she climbed on top of the soft white sheets of her bed, and looking at me directly, she beckoned me in.
She didn't seem nervous, or even in two minds about her behavior, but I was. I took one small step closer to the open door, then paused again and waited. Louisa smiled and beckoned me closer again. Her dark green eyes were imploring me for something in the most devastating way. I didn't know what it was, let alone whether I could provide it. And yet I had never wanted anything so much. Her eyes seemed to be seeking permission for something and, even though I said nothing and did not move, I couldn't help but feel I was granting it somehow, without my mind having the slightest control over the decision.
After she had beckoned me in for a third time, I picked up more courage and stepped inside her room. It was pleasantly cool inside. I noticed how clean the room looked, and my eye caught some colorful postcards on her dressing table, before returning again to her divinely naked body upon the white sheets.
"Take off your bikini?" she asked me in polite French, and patted the bed beside her, indicating for me to come and lie down.
With my fingers trembling I reached behind and untied the string of my bikini top. My pale breasts came free. I fumbled with the string around my waist and removed my pants too. With my heart still pounding and my whole body visibly trembling, I lay down naked upon the bed beside her. I couldn't reconcile what was happening with any previous understanding of who I thought I was. But I also no longer questioned the fact. I had rarely felt so caught up in the spontaneity of a moment.
As I lay down on her clean bed, Louisa grinned and ran her hand gently through my hair. I could almost feel myself melting. She drew her head towards me and placed her soft lips against mine with a tender kiss. I drew back for a moment, dizzy from the excitement and anxiety. She placed her lips against mine again and this time kissed me more passionately. The sensation was incredible. The warmth of her sweet breath and the wet insides of her mouth felt as though they were drinking my resistance away. Each inch of my flesh felt charged, inside and out. I had never been so defenselessly seduced.
She pulled me back onto the bed on top of her, still passionately kissing me, our tongues now darting into one another's mouths. Her hands began to explore my back whilst my own were planted less-confidently on either side of her neck. Her fingers traced along my spine and she caressed my ass with her palms. I allowed one of her legs to move in between mine, so that her thigh was resting gently against my crotch. The feeling was impossibly erotic.
Moving her hands around my waist, Louisa began to massage my breasts. Goose bumps covered my flesh and my nipples stiffened beneath her fingers. I was all but lost in desire for this girl. The world could have come to an end and I would not have been able to break free. She pressed her thigh more firmly between my legs and I felt the dampness of my crotch slide against its smoothness. I started to gently grind myself against her leg. I was so wet that I could feel her thigh become slick.
Louisa broke free from our kiss and placed her lips around one of my nipples. She flicked her tongue softly against it while I continued to rub myself on her leg. Then gently turning me over, she sat me up on pillows against the headboard of the bed and kissed her way down my neck, towards my abdomen. Then she placed her hands on my knees and eased my thighs apart.
My body put up no resistance, but my heart was pounding and the anxious part of my brain kept trying to send a message to my lips to speak a refusal, or for my legs to close. But they didn't. I didn't want them to. I had all but surrendered to this beautiful girl. She trailed her tongue between the wet lips of my pussy. I gasped out loud with the sensation. My seduction was complete. I would have let her do anything to me.
Suddenly we heard a voice from within the house:
"Sasha? Louisa?"
It was Alex! She was back from the hospital with my Uncle. We heard my Uncle reply to her: "Don't shout darling. Its Louisa's day off. She may be sleeping. Perhaps Sasha went out for a walk."
I was frozen in panic by their return but Louisa was much calmer.
"I have to get dressed," I said worriedly, trying to get up from the bed. But Louisa held me in place.
"Don't worry," she said in French, and pulling closed the thin curtain to her room, she returned her tongue between my legs. The sensation was incredible all over again.
"We mustn't," I said, again trying to break away, but Louisa kept on licking my pussy, sucking on my clitoris and burying her face in the damp folds. The pleasure was so intense that I could feel a powerful orgasm building.
"Louisa..." I insisted again - although there was no longer any real determination behind my protestations. My hands gripped onto the headboard as the most incredible orgasm overwhelmed me in dizzying waves. I tried to keep silent but whimpers of ecstasy escaped me from somewhere deep within. I felt like every inch of my being was flooding away, somewhere out to sea. Lifting my bottom up from the bed, I pressed my cunt firmly against Louisa's mouth, shuddering with powerful jolts against the excited motion of her tongue. I was blinded by the intense pleasure, and when my eyes regained their vision, the room was spinning.
As my body came to rest back on to the bed, Louisa lifted her face from between my legs. Her lips and chin were drenched with nectar from the most private part of me. She came forward and kissed me on the mouth. I could taste the sweet honey of my orgasm on her lips. She smiled and disappeared into the ensuite bathroom.
I quickly got up and put on my bikini, before creeping back out onto the verandah. I saw Alex standing by the pool. I wondered if she had been able to see into Louisa's room. It seemed unlikely from where she was positioned and anyhow, her attitude was perfectly natural:
"Hi," she said, "where have you been?"
"Just went for a wander," I replied in French, "how is Aunt Ella?"
"She is much better today," my cousin answered. "Are you OK? You seem a little flushed."
"I think it's probably the heat."
"How about I get Louisa to make us some lemonade?"
"No, don't bother Louisa," I said, "it's her day off."
"Oh that won't stop her," Alex said. "She would do anything for you. She adores you."
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