Encore...Enfin...
(nb this is a generic picture and no way is related really to the story... It just inspired it...)
Encore…enfin…
The words were soft in his ear… The accent,
breathy, French and oh so sexy…
Hugh hardly dared breath as he waited for
what came next.
"Too loose. You must keep it in."
There was a pause. "Tighter, hold it there."
Hugh discretely adjusted his cock, which
was in danger of peeking over the top of his jeans and waving hello to anyone
who might be around.
Not to be thought of now, when…
"Yes, oui, like that tight…keep it
tight inside… Non…non…eh voila, c'est bon. Let's play. Perfect, bon, that is tight.
"
So were Hugh's denims. Much too tight. That voice, that bloody erotic, arousing
come-to-bed voice teased him, held him in thrall. His tormentor switched from
French to English and back. Hugh accepted the inevitable. He could no easier
ignore it than he could fly.
"Play with the ball properly. Do
not…non.. mal…terrible…Not like that. Be gent…ah yes…" The voice was
choppy. Harsh breathing got louder and louder.
"C'est finis."
The screech of a whistle, the roar of the
crowd, and the tinny music over the tannoy brought him back to reality.
Dammit, his team had lost. He flung the earpiece on the ground.
Hugh's phone bleeped.
"Hope you enjoyed my commentary of the
match…"
What a fun tease :-) lol
ReplyDeleteGreat tease full of humour and playfulness
ReplyDeleteNice, funny, and enjoyable. Good work, Raven.
ReplyDeleteAnd we are all reminded why accents are sexy. LOL
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