Only so she can do it herself.

“Je fais pas comprenons... I do not understand.” she says “Que nous ... 'ow we can look the same ... Je suis une femme. Vous êtes une...”

By this time you have gotten to her and you reach up to unhook the front of her uniform. Her expression suddenly changes from confused incomprehension to understanding. She steps away from you. “Oh” she says “You mean we must both be nu”

“Nude?” you say “Yes.”

“You want to ‘faire l’amour?’“ she asks beginning to catch on.

“If that means to ‘make love’ then yes.” you say.

“Tu es mignonne. You want to put your coq” she says pointing at your erection “ici?” she says pointing at her lips “et ici?” she says lifting her skirt to reveal a pair of lacy black French knickers “et ici?” she says turning round and raising her skirt again to reveal her cute, firm little butt.

“Only if you want.” you say.

She turns back to you, looks at your hard cock, and smiles. “je veux” she says. She places her hand on your chest and pushes you back toward the bed with surprising strength. “s'asseoir.” She says pushing you onto the bed “Je vais me faire nue.”

She backs up, kicking off her shoes as she does. She reaches up and unhooks the top of her bodice and then undoes the laces of her uniform pulling it down to reveal that she is wearing no bra. Her breasts are small, but firm and inviting. She sees you staring at them and giggles. “Aimez-vous mes seins?” she says.

You guess she is asking what you think. “Magnifique!” you say, since it is the only French word you can think of.

“Merci beaucoup!” she says. “La plupart des hommes pensent qu'ils sont trop petits”

Unable to understand her you just smile and nod. It is only when she scrunches up her nose and sticks out her tongue like a petulant schoolgirl (a face that actually makes her look cuter) that you realize the last word probably meant small.

“Sorry” you stammer “Um “ par-don. I didn’t mean … I didn’t understand ?”

She seems amused by how flustered you are. “J'accepte vos excuses” she says, which you take to mean she accepts your apology. “Il n'est évidemment pas le sang se rendre à votre cerveau”

Your not sure if she just insulted you, but you’re willing to wear it if she did, especially when she continues to remove her uniform until she is wearing only a black ribbon with white lace frills in her hair, a pair of black stockings with white lace frills and a pair of lacy black French knickers.

She turns away from you, although you can still see her face and breasts reflected in the mirror on the top of the dressing table. She cups her breasts, running her fingers over her nipples, and licks her top lip. Following her eyes you can see she is looking at the reflection of your erection, which has, unsurprisingly, become even harder as you watch her. Catching your eye she mouths something but since you cannot hear her and she is probably speaking French, you cannot make it out.

She then bends over and begins to roll her right stocking down. While this deprives you of the best view of her breasts it does improve your view of her beautiful little ass that, due to the transparency of the fabric, might just as well be bare.

“J’amour your ‘petite derrière?” you say, trying to impress her with your attempt at French.

“J'aime .votre. petit. derrière” she says stopping and emphasising each word.

“What?”

“You love my little bottom?”

“Yes” you say.

“En français you would say “J'aime votre petit derrière?”

“What about “I love your firm little bottom?”

“J'aime votre ferme petit derrière” she says.

“Well J'aime votre ferme petit derrière “et” J'aime votre ferme petit seins?”

“Très bien, monsieur, et merci.” She says “J'aimerais votre grand coq dur à l'intérieur de moi.”

“Was that “I love your big cock?” you ask.

“Something like that” she says smiling mischievously and continuing to slowly remove her stockings, first the right then the left, all the time giving you a show that makes your cock even harder. Once her stockings are off she takes the sides of her knickers and slides them off too, letting you see her “ferme petit derrière” without even the transparent lace fabric covering it. She then stands up, and turns around. Her dark pubic hair is neatly trimmed into a thin vertical line.

She takes the ribbon from her hair and you notice it is strung through a small copper pendant set with an emerald. Holding it in one hand she picks up her stockings with the other and walks toward you, and you can see by the sheen of moisture on her slit that she is as aroused as you.