#1302: Travel Sex Taurus
Astrological sign Taurus is known for being stubborn, and Tarah is no different. In this week's episode she defies her church going community and travels solo to France where she meets a scent, and sex, expert among spring’s blooming flowers...
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Tarah excitedly mulled over the travel magazine on her lap as the plane took off. The exhilaration of the loud engine of the jet propelling the plane and all its passengers forward and then upward into the air was enough to make her catch her breath. She looked out the window as London grew smaller and the clouds became denser around her. Tarah felt lucky to have the whole row of the plane to herself and it allowed her to take in everything from the window.
Although France was only a short flight away this was Tarah’s first solo trip which made it both exciting and daunting. She had been practising her French for the past few months so that she felt able enough to communicate the necessities with the locals. She was spending a whole month in France and was slowly travelling around different regions to get a sense of the country.
Tarah had grown up in London which was well known as a liberal city but she’d had a sheltered life. Her family and friends were all church goers and lived a relatively “holy” life. When they had heard about Tarah’s plans to travel alone, as a woman, they all told her it was a ridiculous and stupid idea. They insisted there were so many bad things that to happen to a solo female traveller and that she should think about going for a shorter amount of time with a friend or family member.
But Tarah, like a true Taurus, was stubborn. She knew she could handle it and so many of her friends from uni had travelled by themselves, so it wasn’t really a big deal. Besides, she was dying to get away from her family and friends at home and to have new experiences and meet new people. Perhaps she would even meet a sexy French man.
Despite being brought up in the church, Tarah had her own morals when it came to sexuality. She did not wait until marriage and saw it as an antiquated belief. Sex was one of the most natural things people could do, so why not enjoy it in all it’s divinity? In fact, she had always had a high sex drive and loved the sensuality of an encounter and playing the innocent church girl had its perks. It made men lust after her even more which she didn’t mind at all.
The captain made the announcement that they would be landing in Nice in about 20 minutes as Tarah peered out the window again to see the rolling French countryside, inviting her in.
Nice wasn’t as nice as Tarah had expected. Her hotel was in the centre of the town which was busy and heaving with tourists. She had waned more of a quaint experience and after exploring for a day or two she quickly packed her bags and got a train down the coast to Cannes which was decidedly more beautiful and relaxed.
Tarah would wake up in the morning and have a café and croissant sitting outside one of the small boulangeries, enjoying the sun on her face. Spring was in the air and her keen Taurus nose could smell it. All the flowers were in bloom, and she was in heaven.
One day whilst she was walking around a few of the small, cobbled streets she bumped into a British woman, about her age, also travelling by herself. The two women decided to grab a cider from a local brewer and hit it off right away. Stella gave Tarah lots of tips for the costal part of France and once Tarah commented on the amazing smell of the city, the florals mixed with the sea salt Stella urged her to visit Grasse, a town half an hour away from Cannes. Stella explained that Grasse was the famous capital of perfume making in France and since Tarah loved scents it was the perfect place for her.
Tarah took Stella’s advice on board and decided to book a stay at a quaint bed and breakfast in the rolling hills of the town, still within walking distance of the centre. The town sounded like the perfect place for her and she wasn’t disappointed when she arrived the next day.
She got off the bus off in a beautiful square with magnolias and cherry blossoms in full bloom, the scent they carried into the air was mesmerising. Tarah made her way to the bed and breakfast she was staying at walking down small streets which all bore the sign “parfumerie”.
After dropping off her bags and having a light French breakfast of pastries, fruit, and café, Tarah put on a white sundress and made her way back to small side streets to explore the shops. The first one she went into was run by an old lady whose family had been making perfume for hundreds of years. She presented Tarah with many different scents she thought might work well for her but none of them stood out. However, her keen Taurus nose was awakened, she found scents to be incredibly sensual.
Tarah continued to walk through the streets going in and out of different shops but still unable to find the perfect scent for her. She had almost had enough of smelling different concoctions when she strode into what she told herself would be the final shop of the day.
She was pleasantly surprised to see an attractive dark-haired man arranging the perfume bottles. When he realised her presence, he warmly greeted her in French. Tarah replied in French and was slightly crest fallen when the man immediately responded in English. He introduced himself as Jean-Baptise, but she could call him Jean. The intensity of his eyes on her, coupled with the almost overwhelming smells of the perfumery made Tarah feel a tingle in her body, it was all turning her on.
Tarah explained that she was trying to find the perfect scent for herself but had yet to be successful. Jean smiled at her devilishly and pulled a few scents from the shelf. Tarah gazed at his muscular back which she could see straining through his light white shirt and couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to have him pick her up and enter her.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Jean himself as he delicately took her hand and sprayed a light mist of perfume on her wrist. The smell of magnolia, honey, and lemon jumped up Tarah’s nose, and another scent she couldn’t discern. She looked up at Jean who was watching her intensely, still holding her wrist he asked whether she liked it. It was perfect, she told him. How did he know her preferences so well? He laughed and said he was a master perfumer and that she had a fantastic natural scent to begin with. She blushed and paid for the perfume.
As she was about to leave, Jean asked Tarah had anything planned for the rest of the afternoon as he was closing the shop in about ten minutes. She shook her head, and a smile struck his face, he said he would bring her to one of his favourite places for some local cider and wine. Tarah liked his directness and agreed to wait until he finished shutting up the shop.
The pair strode along small paths that Tara hadn’t yet discovered, and Jean led her to a beautiful small square that had an ancient church towering over it. They sat down at a small brasserie with unassuming tables and chairs out front. Jean fetched them two glasses of the local cider and Tarah sat in bliss with her surroundings.
Jean and Tarah chatted away, in English, and learned more about one another, although it felt like they had known each other for years. Their knees touched under the table and Tarah could fell herself lean in farther over the table to Jean. Suddenly, Jean grabbed her hand under the table and looked deep into Tarah’s eyes. He told her that he couldn’t stop thinking about her beauty and all the things he’s like to do with her.
Tarah was surprised at first, Jean had been such a gentleman, but she enjoyed his straightforwardness, probably brought on by him speaking in his secondary language. She leant in and whispered in his ear that she’d love to see, and feel, what he had in store for her. Jean got to his feet and took Tarah’s hand in his, leading her away from the square and through a tight cobblestoned street.
There was no one else on the path and Jean threw Tarah up against the stone-cold wall of the buildings surrounding them. He kissed her deeply and passionately, exactly how she would expect a French man to kiss. She felt him grab her backside and pick her up, her white sundress slid back, exposing her legs and pink panties. Tarah could fell the wetness prickling at her opening as Jean rubbed up against her, his erection grazing her legs.
She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him in close, she wanted this as much as he did. Jean slipped his kisses down her neck until he reached her breasts. He pulled them out of the front of her dress and leant his lips in, sucking on each one so beautifully that Tarah had to stifle her moans. She was aware that someone could come by at any moment, but it excited her, she was being very naughty.
But she also wanted more of Jean, she pulled away and told him she wanted to go back to his place. Jean smiled and told her it was very conveniently located down the side street, and she followed behind him, the scent of the blooming flowers in her nose. As she walked, she took out the bottle of perfume and gave herself a spritz, cementing the memory in her olfactory.
Both Tarah and Jean couldn’t get up the stairs to his studio flat fast enough. It was just what Tarah would expect, it was in a centuries old building with wooden ceiling beams, stone walls, and a very French feel. Only a few feet from the stairs Jean pulled Tarah into him again and ran his hands over her shoulders, pulling down her dress in process. He again made his way down her body with kisses until he reached her wet pussy.
Jean pulled her panties to the side and plunged into her with his tongue, supporting her from behind with his hand. Tarah moaned, finally able to release and felt herself tingle all over with pleasure. But now she wanted him inside of her. She ushered his up and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his chiselled body, then she tugged down his pants to reveal his erect, throbbing member. She smiled and looked up at him as she lowered onto her knees. She loved the feeling of it filling up her mouth and enjoyed hearing Jean’s groans as she worked her way up and down the shaft. But still, she wanted more.
Tarah stood up, and tugging on Jean’s hand, walked over to the bed where she positioned herself on her hands and knees, daring Jean to enter her from behind. Jean licked his lips looking at her round bare ass and quickly grabbed a condom. Once protected, her walked behind her and asked if she was ready, Tarah bit her lip and told him she was. She let out a gasp as she felt him pierce her and fill up her now dripping pussy.
Jean’s strokes were slow, deep, and passionate and he leant over her so he could kiss her neck and nibble on her ears, something Tarah loved. She smelled their sweat mixing together and it was absolute heaven for her. Jean reached around and gently rubbed her clit as he continued to thrust in and out of her body. He whispered something in her ear in French and quickly translated it to “cum for me”. Tarah looked over her shoulder and pressed her lips against his, feeling a wave of pleasure build up inside of her, she was ready to explode. Jean kept playing with her until she couldn’t take it anymore and let out a scream of ecstasy, telling Jean she was cumming. He responded by driving himself harder and deeper into her until she heard him let out a long groan and “fuck” as he exploded inside of her.
The two lovers collapsed on his bed, happy in an ocean of bliss. Tarah’s chest rose and fell steadily with the exertion and excitement of it all. She looked over at Jean and smiled, knowing she had been right about her trip to France. The smell of the perfume he picked for her washed over Tarah and she smiled to herself, knowing she would never forget this moment…