La Suite Page 5

  Odile’s face lit up again.

  “Let’s go, then.”

  Down in the pool area, Gaëlle stripped off. Odile also undressed totally. As Gaëlle had noticed on the previous occasion, Odile showed the marks of motherhood, with stretch lines on her stomach and breasts, but that didn’t prevent her from being an attractive woman, Gaëlle reflected.

  “Let’s swim,” Odile said, slipping into the water. “Just do your own thing. I saw that you were used to doing lengths, so go ahead.”

  Gaëlle took her at her word and gave herself up to the pleasure of rhythmical front-crawl lengths, tumble-turning at each end. When her internal clock told her she had done thirty minutes, she stopped. She stood in the shallow end, breathing deeply and appreciating the sense of well-being that a good workout always gave her.

  “That was impressive,” Odile said. “I can see you’re used to serious exercise. If you want to paddle for a while to get your breath back, I’ll just go and get the champagne.”

  “That’s part of the routine, is it?” Gaëlle asked.

  “Oh yes. Barbara insisted that I should offer you champagne if you came round,” Odile called back over her shoulder as she went up the stairs. “Back in a minute. We’ll have it down here.”

  Gaëlle did a few gentle lengths to warm down, then got out of the pool and dried herself. She was wondering whether to get dressed when she heard the tinkle of glass as Odile came back down the spiral staircase. Gaëlle went to meet her, to lend a hand. Odile’s face was flushed, and she was concentrating hard as she carried a tray laden with an ice bucket, the bottle and two glasses down the narrow stairs. At the bottom, Gaëlle reached out to rescue the glasses, which were tottering perilously.

  “Thank you,” Odile said. “I wouldn’t like to have to explain to Barbara that I’d dropped some of her best crystal.”

  Gaëlle scarcely heard her. Her gaze was fixed on Odile’s breasts. Each nipple was enclosed in a little glass cylinder, and was drawn out, just as Barbara’s had been.

  “I hope you don’t mind,” Odile said, glancing down. “Since Barbara isn’t here, I thought that as hostess I should do as she would have done.”

  “Euh…No.” What else could Gaëlle say?

  Odile set down the tray and released the cork from the bottle. Her glass cylinders wobbled as she leaned over to pour the champagne. She sat on the edge of the pool.

  “Cheers,” she said, raising her glass. Gaëlle mirrored the gesture.

  “I think the cups are ready to come off, now,” Odile said, looking down at her breasts. She opened the little valves and released the vacuum. Her nipples shrank, but only marginally. Gaëlle watched in fascination as Odile removed the cylinders. Each nipple was long and swollen. Odile massaged them gently, looking at Gaëlle, who was also sitting on the poolside, her feet dangling in the water.

  There was a moment’s silence, broken by Gaëlle, who had to ask, “How does it feel to do that to your nipples? Isn’t it uncomfortable?”

  “As I said, it makes them much more sensitive as well as much more noticeable,” Odile responded. “Want to try before you go home?”

  “I’m not sure. Would it be rude to say I’m tempted, but I’m not ready to do it with an audience?”

  “I understand that totally. The first few times I did it, I wouldn’t let Barbara watch, in case I didn’t like the effect. Let’s finish the champagne, then we’ll go back upstairs to the toy room and I’ll leave you to decide if you want to try. It isn’t an obligation,” Odile said.

  Gaëlle returned Odile’s smile. “Thank you. You’re very considerate,” she said. “I appreciate that.”

  They finished the bottle while Odile’s nipples slowly returned to normal, and when Gaëlle stood up, she was conscious of the effects of the alcohol. They dressed and went back up the stairs. Odile led Gaëlle to the toy room.

  “I’ll be in the sitting room next to the kitchen if you want me,” she said as she closed the door, leaving Gaëlle alone. “I’ll check on you in about half an hour.”

  Gaëlle sat for a moment in the warmth and comfort. She examined the tubing and made sure that she knew how the pump turned on and off. She pulled off her top and examined her nipples. She spent a few minutes to work out exactly how the system worked, then turned on the pump, trying out the suction on her hand.

  “Don’t want my nipples to disappear up the tubing and into the pump,” she muttered, turning it off again. She examined the glass cylinders. Odile had called them cups, but Gaëlle couldn’t relate to that. Wrong shape altogether, she thought.

  She placed the glass cylinders over both nipples. Then she realised that she didn’t have a hand spare to turn on the pump. She would have to start the pump first. Once it was going, she put both cylinders in place at the same time. Her nipples jerked involuntarily as the suction took effect. Even though she had selected the lowest level of suction, her nipples were immediately drawn out, becoming longer and fatter. She’d expected the suction to be like a vacuum cleaner, but now she realized that Odile had left the pulsing function switched on. Hard, then easier, hard again then less, just as if someone had been sucking on her nipples, although nobody could have possibly sucked as hard as this machine. The sensation made her feel slightly faint. She turned the pump up a notch. Now, her nipples were dark red with the extra blood flowing into them. She stood it for as long as she could, then gratefully turned the pump off and detached the cylinders.

  She looked down at her nipples, which were much longer and fatter than she had thought possible. She brushed a tentative fingertip over her right breast. It was more sensitive, that was obvious. She touched the nipple, and jumped.

  “Ouf,” she said out loud. “So this is what I looked like with Vivienne.”

  She examined herself from various angles in the mirrors. Her nipples were disproportionate to the modest size of her bust. She wasn’t sure whether she liked what she was seeing. She would need to think about how she looked and felt when she got home. She sat back down, detached the double cylinders from the tubing and looked for a single, slightly larger one.

  Now she was ready to experiment as she had really intended all along. Wasn’t that why she’d chosen to come wearing a skirt? She hadn’t admitted as much when she was deciding what to wear, but she refused to fool herself now.

  She sat back on the sofa and slid the skirt up to the top of her thighs. Should she take her knickers off or just slide them to one side? She hesitated for a moment, then pulled them down and off. Odile knew why Gaëlle was in the toy room in general terms, so why pretend?

  It was never a problem to find her clitoris. Jérôme had always said it peeped when she was turned on, and right now was no exception. She chose what she hoped was a suitable cylinder and fitted it over the hood, her stomach lurching when she inadvertently brushed the tip of her exposed clitoris in the process. It was already engorged, just from thinking about what she was doing to herself. She held the cylinder in place while she connected the tube that would link her to the pump. So far so good, she thought. She reached across and flicked the switch. She was glad that she’d remembered to start gently, as the suction was already strong. She peered down over her belly and rucked-up skirt. Her clitoris was being drawn into the cylinder. The sight made her heart race, and the extra blood drawn into her clitoris was making it throb.

  She swallowed, hard, and that simple action produced a twitch in the exposed clitoris. Wanting to catch her breath, Gaëlle turned off the pump. She was expecting to see her clitoris retract and for the tension she was feeling in it to be relaxed, but there was no reduction in the suction. The seal held, and her clitoris remained swollen and pulsating. She panicked, grabbing for the transparent tube that connected her to the pump. It came free, but still the vacuum gripped her clitoris. She remembered that there was a valve to release. She reached down to free herself, but then, by an effort of will, drew her hand away. She lay back again and tried to calm herself down, so she could observe her body obj
ectively.

  The little cylinder was sticking out from the cleft of her sex almost like an imitation penis. Her clitoris half-filled the cylinder, turning its transparency pink. She felt a contraction in her vagina, and again the cylinder twitched. Tentatively, she reached down and dabbed at it with a finger, as she had done so often to Jérôme’s erect penis. An immediate wave of pleasure swept through her and she groaned. She dared herself to touch it again. This time, she took the cylinder between finger and thumb and pulled on it very, very gently, as if masturbating a penis. She doubled over with the strength of her orgasm. Her fumbling fingers somehow found and operated the valve, and she looked down, just in time to see her clitoris contract to its normal size as she pulled the cylinder off. Normal, however, in this context was a relative term, she reflected. The state of her clitoris might well be normal, but only normal for how it appeared when she was massively turned on. She sat back and breathed deeply.

  There was a tap at the door. She pulled her skirt down and grabbed her knickers, just as a face appeared.

  “How was it?” Odile asked. “Did you manage to work the pump?”

  Gaëlle smiled at her. She was conscious of still being pink from her orgasm of a moment earlier.

  “Oh, yes, thank you,” she said. “The experiment has been, shall we say, very thought-provoking. I’ll be giving it a considerable amount of consideration when I get home, tonight. But if you will show me where the loo is, I’ll finish sorting myself out before I go. I hadn’t realised how late it is.”

  Odile showed her to a washroom and left Gaëlle, who put her knickers back on and splashed her face with cold water. Odile was waiting for her in the hallway.

  “Thank you for supper, for the swim and for letting me into your secret life,” Gaëlle said, kissing Odile.

  “I enjoyed the evening, too, and thank you for coming round. You’re welcome any time. I’m here all week and, as I told you, the evenings can seem long.”

  “I’ll come when I can.”

  Gaëlle drove home, already thinking of what she would write in her journal.

  From Gaëlle’s Journal

  Jérôme used to say that we get what we need when we need it. The coincidence of meeting Odile at the charity sale was just such an event. I like her as a person, she’s warm and serious, but with an interest in sex that I share.

  This evening was the most erotic exploration I have ever done since I’ve been on my own. I was getting ready to go to Barbara’s house when I first thought about the erotic side of it. I wanted to be ready to take advantage of the situation to try out the pump if the chance came. It’s been occupying my mind since I first learned of it and saw Barbara’s swollen nipples. I wore one of my short skirts, because I hoped I might have the chance to try out the pump.

  When Odile showed me the pumping equipment, it was quite hard not to ask if I could try it immediately. I didn’t want her to get the idea that the only reason I was there was to try out the pump, though, so I was brave and said nothing. Even if I’m not thinking of her particularly sexually, it’s nice to know I still look passable. I must remember that I’m forty-three and that I can’t hope to look as good naked as I did fifteen years ago. The reactions of those who have seen me nude in the past couple of weeks have reassured me. I wonder how the public at large would react if I showed? Perhaps I might dare to try that again now? Maybe shave again? The simple fact that I have written that down tells me that I want to. Exhibitionism is so closely associated with my life with Jérôme that it will be strange, I know. I’ll miss his post-exhib commentary as well as the look in his eyes while I am exposed, but I think it will still feel good.

  I think Odile is attracted to me physically, even if she isn’t aware of it herself. The way she was so keen that I should swim naked and how she examined me whenever she thought I wouldn’t notice made her interest quite obvious. I wouldn’t say no if she asked, but I’m leaving it up to her to make the first move. I’ve quite a lot on my sexual plate as it is!

  Chapter Nine

  It was a couple of weeks later when Gaëlle heard from Odile again. They had exchanged telephone numbers, so Gaëlle knew who was calling.

  “Do you fancy a lunch in Germany?” Odile asked.

  “Why not?” Gaëlle responded. “But why go so far?”

  “There’s a Turkish restaurant I want to try out.”

  “Fair enough. Can you pick me up?”

  They made arrangements and Odile collected Gaëlle from the corner of her street. She drove them across the Rhine and out into the country to what looked like a very traditional German inn.

  “Not so Turkish,” Gaëlle commented with a smile, but once inside, she had to revise her opinion. The interior had rugs, brass decorations and Turkish music. The round tables were nicely separated by Mediterranean plants, giving each one a large degree of privacy. The food was authentic and good, too. Gaëlle made a mental note of the place for future reference.

  Odile clearly enjoyed Gaëlle’s company. A few days later, Gaëlle was just finishing a workout at the gym when she felt her mobile phone vibrating.

  “I know we ate together just the other day, Gaëlle, but can you come round this evening?”

  Gaëlle looked at her watch. “It’s evening already. Do you want me to come straight round or to have my shower first?”

  “Come as you are.”

  Gaëlle stripped off her shorts, knickers and tee shirt and covered up with the jogging top and trousers that she’d worn to drive to the gym. She was very sweaty, but thought that Odile sounded urgent. Ten minutes later she was parking outside Odile’s house in the suburbs. Odile was at the door, looking excited. She ushered Gaëlle inside and fed her pizza

  “Actually,” she said as she cleared the table, “I’ve got you here under false pretences. What I really want to show you is this.” She put a cardboard box on the table and fished several lengths of plastic tubing out of it. A little container of glass cylinders followed.

  “Do you recognize what it is?” Odile asked. “Of course you do. It’s my very own pumping kit and I wanted you to be here to see me use it for the first time. Will you indulge me? It has a manual pump, nothing like as sophisticated as Barbara’s, but still…”

  Gaëlle smiled. Odile’s enthusiasm was infectious. “Of course,” she said.

  They went into the sitting room, where Gaëlle sat down on the sofa. Odile stood in front of her and undressed. She was a little shorter than Gaëlle and less slim, with shortish dark hair and nice brown eyes. She wasn’t wearing a bra and Gaëlle could see that Odile’s nipples were already erect. She noted that here, yet again, was a woman much better endowed in that department than herself. Odile’s pubic hair was more luxuriant, too. Odile settled herself on the floor between Gaëlle’s knees, her head leaning back into the crutch of Gaëlle’s jogging pants.

  “Is this okay?” she asked.

  Gaëlle nodded.

  Odile fitted the hand pump to one end of the tubing and clipped two little glass cylinders to the bifurcated other end. She held the cylinders over her nipples, turned her face up towards Gaëlle and said, “This is where you come in. I can’t do the pump and hold these in place at the same time.”

  Gaëlle took the pump, which looked like the hand-grip control of a petrol pump, and began to squeeze it, drawing Odile’s nipples into the tube. Their pink colouring became darker as the pressure increased. Gaëlle stopped pumping and Odile pulled at the cylinders. They both came off with a little plop.

  “Not tight enough. Just keep pumping until I say,” Odile said. “Don’t watch. I want to see how much I can take.”

  Gaëlle looked away and worked the hand pump, ignoring Odile’s occasional gasps, until at last, Odile whimpered, “Stop.”

  Gaëlle looked down at Odile’s breasts and gulped. Odile’s nipples were easily as long as the end joint on Gaëlle’s forefinger. They were purple and most of the areola had also been sucked into the tubes. Odile unclipped the tubes from the cylinder
s and asked.

  “Will you play with them for me?”

  Gaëlle leaned forward and lifted the cylinders. Odile moaned. Gaëlle took hold of the cylinders and used them to lift Odile’s breasts. Odile breathed heavily. When Gaëlle gently jiggled the cylinders, making Odile’s breasts quiver, Odile gasped, “Oh, yes! Let go for a moment, though.”

  Gaëlle released her grip and Odile turned herself round, so she was on all fours. The cylinders dangled below her hanging breasts, making her nipples look even more elongated. She re-attached the tubing and Gaëlle thought she was going to be asked to pump again, but Odile put the end of the tubing into Gaëlle’s hand and said, “Lead me. I want you to treat me like a dog.”

  Gaëlle stood and gently pulled on the improvised leash. Odile shuffled behind her on hands and knees, her breasts dragged forward by the trapped nipples. Then she straightened her legs and followed Gaëlle with her bottom high in the air, like a bitch on heat. She followed Gaëlle around the ground floor of the house, moaning with pleasure. When they returned to the sitting room, she said, “Can you look in that drawer and see if there’s some string. I’d love it if you could tie up my nipples so they stay like this for longer.”

  There was no string in the drawer, but Gaëlle spotted some elastic bands. She took two of them and came back to where Odile was sitting on the carpet, nursing her breasts in her hands. Gaëlle took hold of the cylinder that held Odile’s right nipple. She doubled the elastic band and slid it over the glass tubing and then did the same for the other breast.

  “I don’t know whether this will work, or whether it will be too painful,” she told Odile. “Are you sure you want it?”

  “Yes! Do it to me, Gaëlle.”

  Gaëlle worked the tight elastic bands down the outside of the tubes, then, when Odile nodded her agreement, she slipped them off the glass and round the base of Odile’s distended nipples. Odile uttered a groan from deep inside and Gaëlle felt a surge in her belly at the discomfort Odile had to be feeling. Odile slowly got to her feet.