Dreaming in French

We met on a sidewalk late in the afternoon. We were walking through an artsy neighborhood in Lille, France. Her name was Adele.

In a dream, things seem so real, yet I remember thinking to myself while dreaming that this is the same Adele from the movie...La vie d’Adele in French, or Blue is the Warmest Color in English.

She had just left an art gallery where “a friend” had a solo exhibition. I love art, too, so I asked if we could go back together so that I could meet the artist. She smiled politely and said no, that she needed to go home. But there was something in her expression that told me she was very lonely. So I offered to go out with her for coffee.

When she said yes, I felt elated. We walked together to her favorite local cafe, chatting all the way. It was strange because I’m not fluent, but I’m my dream she spoke only French. When I talked to her, it was full of broken sentences and mispronunciation, but she just laughed about it.

I recognized the cafe as we walked in. It was the same one from the movie when they met after breaking up. There weren’t many people there and we took in a quiet corner in a separate room away from everyone else. The server came and we both ordered tea. As he walked away, I started to say something, but Adele reach over toward me, softly touching my lips with one finger to stop me. Then she put the same finger to her mouth and kissed it.

I smiled, put a finger to my own mouth, kissing it and then placing it on her lips. She took my finger into her warm, wet mouth, gently sucking and then letting it slowly slip from between her lips. Without much thought, my one wet finger found it’s way under my blouse, into my bra and circled one of my nipples. It felt so wonderful, and at the same time I felt surprised at what I was doing. Adele giggled. She told me I was crazy, but then told me not to stop. She liked what I was doing.

I leaned forward across the small cafe table to kiss her. Her lips met mine. 

Just then our server cleared his throat and said, “Pardonez moi.”

My eyes most have been closed. I didn’t notice that he had returned with our tea.  I blushed and watched Adele exchange glances with him while he placed our tea on the table.

He asked if we would like to see a menu and I completely understood her when she replied that we were ok for now. He got the message and left. I suppose he recognized Adele and that they might know each other.

“Why did you kiss me that way?” She asked now that we were alone.

I told her it felt like it was the right thing to do.

“Why? Because of that movie?”

“No! Because I thought you might like a kiss and because I was willing to take a chance with you.”

“I can’t be with another woman now. Not like before. Do you understand?”

I nodded. We both sipped our tea, gathering our thoughts, then she continued.

“There is something I’ve wanted to do. Something I haven’t finished.  Something that you could help with here, in this place.”

“Tell me! I want to help.”

“Robert, my friend who works here and served our tea, he will make sure no one bothers us for a few minutes.”

“Ok, what can I do?”

“Watch me while I play with myself for you. I want to have an orgasm here in this cafe. Maybe you feel like doing it, too?”

As  I mentioned, this is a dream...suddenly another character from the movie named Valentin appears. Adele has already pulled her skirt up and is sitting with her legs spread when he appears and she has no panties. He laughs and sits down with us.

“I’m Adele’s friend Valentin. I don’t think we’ve met.”

Adele kisses him on the check and says hi, then starts rubbing the smooth, cleanly shaved skin of her mons and labia. 

I introduce myself as Fonda and he kisses me on both checks and then looks at my crotch. I’m suddenly aware that my legs are spread wider than Adele’s, my dress is hiked up around my waist and I have no underwear either. So the weird thing is I’m totally exposed and my first reaction is a feeling of relief that I recently shaved and trimmed my little patch.

“Nice to see you, Fonda. I mean...”

“We just met,” Adele says.  “Want to watch us play.”

“It’s funny,” Valentin continued, “I have never seen you naked like this, Adele. How did this happen?”

“I was at the gallery and then left alone and found Fonda walking along the same street. We started talking and she asked if we could have a drink together.”

“I could use some espresso...”

Before he could finish the thought Robert came to our table with an espresso and asked if we needed anything else.

Adele asked for some lubrication and Robert placed a bottle on the table for us to share.

“Enjoy yourselves,” he said as he left us again.

Adele and I both squirted a little of the clear liquid on our fingers and we rubbed it in. I slowly massaged up and down my slit, coating inside and then around clit. Adele used it to push a finger into her vagina until it was all the way in and then pulled her finger out and smeared the lube mixed with her own juices around her clit. Valentin watched, obviously fascinated and surprised.

“You know, even though I’m gay, this is still very hot.”

“Valentin, you should do it, too! Show us your hard, juicy cock.”

She handed him the bottle of lube and suddenly Valentin was naked from the waist down, still seated in the chair and pouring the liquid over the tip and down the shaft of his fully erect cock.

He saturated every inch with the slippery stuff and slowly stroked with one hand, firmly gripping the shaft sliding his hand up to the tip and massaging around the head. Adele and I watched him start, then we both, almost at the same instant, pushed our fingers into our pussies and started fingering ourselves. The room was filled with the squishy sounds and the smells of our juices all commingling in the air around us.

I started going faster and faster, watching both of them and feeling like I wanted to please them by cumming for them in the most sensual, visual way that I could. Suddenly my breasts were both exposed and I was playing with my very erect nipples with one hand and rocking my hips on the chair, fucking two fingers on my other hand. My breast were huge! Much larger, fuller and firmer than in real life.

Valentin gasped and moaned then started shooting impossibly large amounts of cum all over the table and into the espresso and tea cups. Adele started saying she was close and I was starting to get the same feeling as I woke up from the dream.

This always happens. The dream ends too soon. I wake up before I orgasm in the dream and then I’m laying there wet, excited and wide awake, needing more. It usually doesn’t takemuch. I continue, like in the dream, thinking of showing off in the cafe and watching her cum and then I shudder and pulse with my own sweet release.