In the heart of Paris, a lingerie shop nestled on a quiet street. The shopkeeper, a sultry woman named Claudette, was known for her exquisite taste in lingerie. One day, a handsome stranger named Jean wandered into her shop.
Jean’s eyes widened as he took in the array of lacy lingerie on display. Claudette smirked as she saw him eyeing her collection. She walked over to him, her hips swaying seductively.
“May I help you, monsieur?” she asked, her voice a low purr.
Jean swallowed hard. “I’m looking for something special for my wife,” he said, his voice hoarse.
Claudette’s eyes sparkled as she led him to a display of delicate lace bras. “Ah, you have excellent taste, monsieur,” she said, as she picked up a black lace bra with intricate detailing. “This one is exquisite.”
Jean’s breath caught in his throat as he saw the bra. He could imagine his wife wearing it, the lace cups barely covering her breasts. He bought the bra without hesitation.
As Jean left the shop, Claudette couldn’t help but feel a twinge of desire. She had never felt such attraction to a customer before. She closed the shop early and headed to her apartment above the store.
As she undressed, Claudette couldn’t get Jean out of her mind. She slipped on the black lace bra, feeling the lace cups caress her nipples. She lay on her bed, her fingers tracing the lace patterns on the bra.
She closed her eyes, imagining Jean’s hands on her body. She could feel his fingers teasing her nipples, pinching them gently through the lace. She moaned as she imagined his mouth on her breasts, his tongue tracing the lace patterns.
As her arousal grew, Claudette slipped her hand between her legs. She could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, and she moaned as she slid her fingers inside. She could imagine Jean’s cock inside her, filling her completely.
As she fucked herself with her fingers, Claudette’s orgasm built inside her. She could hear Jean’s voice in her head, telling her how much he wanted her. She screamed as she came, her pussy clenching around her fingers.
As she caught her breath, Claudette knew she had to see Jean again. She would find a way to seduce him, to make him hers. She smiled as she thought of the possibilities.
The end.
