The French Girl

You see the beam of a flashlight coming your direction, and as it gets closer you can make out that it’s the women you saved. Her dress unsalvageable she comes over with a white sheet wrapped around her like a Toga. A French accent has never failed to turn you on, and with the adrenaline now gone, your cock twitches as this beautiful woman approaches. Not wanting to scare her you place the blanket over your midsection, and wait to see what she wants.

She walks over and sits down on the bed next to yours, while arranging the sheet about her you see a quick flash of smooth white thigh, and silently groan.

“I wanted to thank you for saving me. If you hadn’t come along I’d have been……..” She says.

“You don’t need to thank me, anyone would have done what I did.” You tell her.

“NO. That is not true, maybe before the plague I’d have believed it but now… No” She says.

“My name is Aimee Bonnaire, I’m originally from St. Mere Ingles in Normandy.” She introduces herself , breaking the silence.

“I’m Alex Smith.” You say.

“Thank you Alex Smith. I wont forget what you did for me.” Aimee says again.

“I’m not deserving of your thanks Aimee, only your contempt.” You say, angry with yourself for feeling good at her declaration.

Aimee gets up, and moves over sitting next to you, she places her hand on your arm and it feels like a live wire straight to your groin.

“I may have been in your country for only three days before the plague, but that doesn’t make sense, No. You and your friends save me from those men, and for that I should see you with contempt?” She asks curious.

Gently, your remove her arm from your arm, fighting the urge to caress her palm.

“Because Aimee, I’m no different and sooner or later.” You say, wanting to drive her off.

“You are not like those men, they were crude animals, who’s only though was to **** and pillage.” Aimee says with conviction.

Hating the look of admiration in her blue eyes, but not wanting to see contempt you consider telling her about what happened tonight.