"Your cock in my mouth ..."

"Your cock in my mouth on a beach in Saint-Tropez in the month of June. The Côte d'Azur is beautifully warm then without being too hot. You'd like it too. Most women go bare-breasted on the beach. Then we'd go swimming in the Mediterranean and make love. Right now, that's what I want."

"Have you ever been there?"

"Yes. When I was fifteen, I lost my virginity on that beach. Also, after secondary school and before I went to university. I spent the summer there with my aunt. I fell in love three times."

"Stand up." She dutifully complies. "Listen carefully to me. When I say 'go', you will be in Saint-Tropez. You will see the ocean, smell the salt water, feel the sand between your toes, hear the waves lapping the shore, and taste the local wine on your lips. Everything will be as you remember it. You will have met me on the beach and flirted heavily with me. That's why you feel so horny and wet. Everything you do will be on that beach and fit into that context. When I say 'party', you will be back here and your time at Saint-Tropez will be a memory of us from that summer. I will have been your fourth lover that summer. Go."

Margot's face goes blank and slack. Then she gets a big grin on her face. Then she looks down at herself. "Merde, I'm overdressed. Could you unzip me?" She turns away from you, tilting her head down. You stand and fiddle with the back of the dress, finding the clasp and zipper with only a little problem. You unzip her down to just above her ass. The green strap of her bra cuts across her smooth back. With her head forward, her graceful neck is conveniently exposed. You kiss it several times, and she moans. She drops the dress to the ground and steps out of it. Her waist is slim and her hips and ass go wide and round. A lovely backside presentation.

"What do you see?" you ask.

"Why, silly? You can see it, too."

"Pretend I can't see it. I want to hear you describe it to me, like you're reading me a book. Sights, sounds, smells."

She kicks her foot on the carpet. "The sand is warm and soft. A very pale tan, almost white. The sea is that delicious blue, a little darker than the sky. Turquoise, I think is right. I can hear the gulls, squawking over a dead fish a dozen yards toward the water." She breathes in deeply. "I smell the fresh salt air with a tang of fish. Not to much, just enough to know the sea is here. The sun is bright and high in the sky, warming everything like a blanket." She puts her hand up to her brow to shield the sunlight. She scans the horizon. "It makes my skin feel alive, like I'm ready to burst out, transformed into a butterfly. We are on a very private part of the beach -- no one nearby, though I can see the crowded public beach half a kilometer away. The wind catches some of the happy noises of many people having fun in the sun. A ship blows its horn and rings its bell far out to sea. A freighter, I think. Not a cruise ship. I can see the marina with dozens of yachts on the other side of the public beach." She turns around, looking over your shoulder. "Behind us the hills are green, and the town, behind the public beach and marina, sprawls up the hills, the traditional pink stucco contrasting with the green trees. It's all just as I remember it." You fix her description in your head, to aid you in spinning her fantasy.

"I can see it all the better now with your help. It's a perfect setting for the blossoming of our lust." You take in her whole body, your eyes lingering as you examine every curve. Her bra pushes her generous breasts up and out. Her panties match the bra and the dress. Her belly is slightly rounded, completing the vision of her voluptuousness. She unhooks her bra from behind and pops it off. You see her bared breasts for the first time. They hang like half-grapefruit, perky nipples on the tips. Her skin is smooth and creamy.

"No one will notice I'm wearing panties and not a swim suit." She puts her arms around your neck and kisses you. Her tongue is soft and moist, teasing at yours. You push your tongue in her mouth. She tastes like good sweet wine. She starts tugging on your tie.

You break the kiss and say, "Leave my clothes alone. They fit into your fantasy somehow. Forget I said this." Her gaze flickers only a moment.

"I'll leave you dressed, so you can get back quicker. The hotel doesn't like unkempt waiters." She smiles with a smoky lust behind it. Her hand grips your stiffness through the dress pants, making you moan. Your hands go to her breasts. They are warm and silken. Her thick nipples grind into your palm. You lower your head and suck a nipple hard, strumming your tongue rapidly on the tip. Margot gasps and squeezes your cock, sending a wave of pleasure up your spine. You flinch, accidentally biting the nipple, though not hard. The professor squeals with pleasure. "Oh, your touch drives me wild, Simon. My chatte is on fire."

You straighten up, gazing deep into her green eyes. "You make my blood boil with desire for you. Can you feel how much I want you?" You thrust your hips a little, pushing your clothed shaft through her fingers. You are really getting into the fantasy. Margot inspires your lust.