Playing pretend

A French woman quickly falls in love with an American man and they develop a bond over only a few hours

Mark was a young American man, he enjoyed playing games, talking to people, and exploring, whether his games be electronic, verbal, or on a board didn’t matter, he didn’t care who he shot his mouth off too, as long as they were polite, and his exploration was both on paper and in person, which molded his stature and his mentality, brown eyed and brown haired, being 6’1” and holding a strong core, his abs were almost as rough as the side of a cliff face but well sculpted like a fine piece of artwork. All of this made him quite the sight for women wherever he went. Be it a coffee shop, a sidewalk, or a pier.

One day he visited such a place, a large cream colored sign hung above the large windows and single door of the establishment “Boutique Cuppaous” read in cursive brown letters with a depiction of a steaming cup of coffee, with the steam in the art having the colors of the flag of France

And once he cleared the doorway he saw her, a beautiful pale skinned woman with hair colored like a oak tree, a fine shade of dark brown that was contrasted by the blade of her blue eyes as she gazed up at him when he entered the shop, lifting a hand up from her laptop she waved at him and gave him a suppressed yet warm smile.

Mark found it odd, the entire place was empty save for that one working lady, approaching the counter his deep voice shaking the dust off the shelves “hello, can I get a black coffee?” The bearded young man responded to Mark “ok that will be one dollar and ninety five cents” and before he could even reach for his wallet the cashier said “thank you ma’am” and Mark heard the cashier flipping through the register, looking up from his half open wallet he saw the woman, “uhh thanks?” Mark said almost incompetently, “you’re welcome” the woman said emotionless, yet her accent said more than her words, very thick and French.

Mark was hooked “hey miss, would you care if I joined you at your table?” He waited excitedly “I would not mind at all” the anonymous femme replied to Mark, locking eyes with him, “alright then!” Mark said as if he were a child looking at a rollercoaster, and before the woman could say anything else he asked “what’s your name? Mine is Mark”

The woman settles in her chair before responding to his question “Elise” the woman rolled it through her lips as Mark received and took note of this information, “so what are you doing in this shop?” Mark’s mysterious new friend spoke again

“Oh I was simply thirsty, I also have never been here before, thank you for the coffee by the way” Mark met her words with innocence, unbeknownst to Mark was Elise’s intentions, ever since he walked in, Elise was eyeing him up and down as if he was prey, she could sense he was missing something for himself, something that Elise could give him.

Elise took an opportunity to eye Mark up and down once more before speaking “well that’s nice, how about we get to know eachother?” Elise cocked up an eyebrow while piercing right through Mark with her eyes “I’d love to do that” Mark’s eyes lit up in response.

“So I know your name, I also know you like coffee, I see how you tower over me, I have questions” Mark was surprised by the bombardment of observations by the character, “what do you do for a living?” Elise stared poker faced, “I uh I work at a factory” Mark now looked a little worried.

“Do you live here?” Mark tensed up before responding “yes” the woman now leaned back “ok I have one more thing to ask” Mark squeezed his voice together “what?”
Elise took a sip of her drink before closing her laptop “how big is your cock” Mark’s eyes widened before his cheeks turned red, “why the hell would you ask me that?” Before Mark grabbed his now lukewarm coffee and stormed out of the coffee shop, Elise just smirked as she watched him disappear through the window and behind the wall of a building “il ne me connaît pas” (he doesn’t know me) she said under her breath before gathering her things and leaving.

Mark chugged his coffee as he huffed down the street, taking a few turns until he arrived at his apartment complex, but before he opened the door he realized he forgot to get the mail this morning before making his journey for the coffee shop he looked at the mail boxes and his heart sank as he read the name on the box at the bottom of the post “Elise Beaufoy” he stood there examining the mail box sweating, maybe it was a simple coincidence, or on the darker side of things maybe they’ll never meet and she is in that building.

Unlocking the door and walking into the building, he made it to the staircase and looked upward towards the ceiling, past 10 sets of stairs, thankfully he lived on the 3rd floor so the journey wouldn’t be long, besides it wouldn’t he hard with his body, a mere 3 sets is a joke, journeying up the stairs with his now empty cup, he reaches the front door of his apartment, reaches into his pocket and grabs his keys, and unlocks the door before going into his abode, he discards the husk of his beverage, and is about to undress and get ready for the afternoon trip to a sandwich shop he likes, when suddenly he hears a knock, strange as he gets zero visitors, not even his family.

Reluctantly, he answers it and is met with a dark brown shroud, and under this shroud is a pair of diamonds staring back at him, through tropical water, Elise was at his door, now that he stands next to this new guest of his he can better understand her body, if he’s 6’1 then she has to he about 5’6 and by god, his eyes kept tracing over her curves, she was top heavy but her hips definitely flared out too, he was lost staring at her tits! He didn’t know the cup size but if he knew anything they were big, perhaps a 32DD? And her bottom was hanging by the thread that her midriff made, making her rather medium sized rump end up looking perhaps a bit too big

Elise was looking up at her new pal, she loved staring up at him but looking straight ahead at his curvature, his strong frontal form gave her plenty to look at, two well rounded pecs were presented right at her eye level, but the occasional glance down would reveal the rocky trail of his abs leading to the ledge of his belt before the ocean of his jeans

Still standing there shocked, Mark ran his fingers through the collar on his shirt “uh hello, what are you doing here?” Mark stammered through each word before Elise stopped staring at him in shock as well “I’m simply visiting a friend, is that so wrong?” Mark blushed before saying “I’m not your friend, lady, I barely know you!”

Elise stared at him sternly, as if she were a teacher talking to an unruly student, “no we are friends, think back to our interaction, We exchanged smiles and waves, then I paid for your coffee, then we had a conversation and you had to get going, now I’m here”

Mark started looking around nervously, “uh I don’t think that’s how that works” Elise noticed him looking back into his apartment and took the opportunity to push him a bit, thinking fast she placed her left hand on his right pec, locking eyes with him once again “do you live alone?” Mark hesitated before nodding slowly, startled by her aggressive actions today. “May I come in?” Mark stood there, keeping his head facing her and looking around with his eyes, before he squeezed the word “yes” out of his throat

“Merci”(thanks) Elise said before strolling right into Mark’s dwelling, Mark was puzzled and asked her “mercy? What? I’m sorry Elise but this whole thing is kind of weird and confusing” Elise turned back around “oh you don’t speak French?” Mark was almost offended, “what? Am I supposed to or something?” Elise returned to him with a smug look “well it would have been nice” Mark was starting to get upset, “alright Elise, that’s enough! First you ask me an inappropriate question, then you show up at my apartment, now you want me to learn your language?” Elise put her hands on her hips and smirked back at Mark.

“Let us think, I bought your coffee right?” Elise cocked up an eyebrow, and mark hesitated before realizing that up to this point, the only thing she had done is ask him a weird question, he continued to think while she continued to speak “and I didn’t break into your house, I asked you to if I could come inside your home, and you let me walk right in here, then I suggest you learn French. Is something the matter?”

Mark’s angry face started to mold into one of confusion and worry, “no, nothing is wrong, it’s just” he was about to go on a tirade before Elise interrupted him “then why are you worried?” Mark huffed then replied “I don’t know you” Elise rolled her eyes before talking back “then get to know me and stop giving me that look”

Mark was conflicted, on one hand this woman was very intrusive, like she wanted something, but on the other hand she was incredibly polite and talkative, Elise was getting frustrated and was tired of trying to get mark to initiate, turning her endowed chest toward him and barking out “alright Mark enough of this, you really don’t understand me, it might be a language barrier but I’m not here just for talking, I’m here to teach you about your body, pour sexe(for sex), now this is the one part I won’t ask for your permission, get your gigantic ass into that bedroom and I will get down on my knees and suck on your cock”

before Mark could even object, Elise reached over and grasped the collar of his shirt like he was a misbehaving dog, dragging him towards the open door of the bedroom “please stop Elise” Mark finally got a few words out before he would vanish over the threshold of the bedroom door, afterwards, Elise would toss him on the bed and stand there, looking down at him, Mark would stare up at the ceiling in agony, Elise was planning something, was she gonna fuck him then rob him? Was she gonna accuse him of foul play? What did she hope to achieve from this?

It wasn’t until he put his head up and stared into Elise’s diamond eyes, that he realized something about her face that somehow he missed as he conversed with her in the doorway, her lips, her full plump lips were stained a luscious shade of red, they were a pair of red peppers hanging from the brown shroud made by her hair, her pursed lips excited him physically, but mentally he was intimidated by the prowess of this woman as she stared down at him.

Elise moved to remove his pants, revealing the masculine monument Mark was endowed with, even soft his appendage was as thick as an oak tree and his pendulous pair was clearly almost too big to fit in the hands of a woman like Elise, she took the time to study what was presented to her, she had seen plenty before but this one was impressive.

She looked over every vein and curve, before grabbing it, locking eyes with Mark, and manipulating his equipment, once the blood pooled in Mark’s log, Elise looked over it once again as if she were a teacher critiquing a student’s work, he had to have been roughly 8 inches atleast, and about 11 inches at most.

Mark was concerned as she examined his tool, with a judgmental look before she uttered one word, “impure”, Mark quizzed her yet again “what? What are you saying?”, Elise cocked up an eyebrow and returned his question with a question, “how many women has this cock been dipped inside of?”

Mark only had 2 partners leading up to this point, one in highschool, and another lady a few years later, “I only had 2” Mark pleaded with her, Elise used a few of her fingers to get some hair out of her face before appreciating Mark’s honesty “hmm, you owned up to that” Mark was yet again confused, “what? I was honest?” Elise said nothing before plunging her lips all the way down to the beginning of Mark’s pole as he stared down at her in shock, Elise suckled and slurped, and bobbed and choked on Mark’s cock, “oh god!” Mark cried out as he could feel his body relaxing, in preparation for a giant release

Eventually his body would tense up, and he would close his eyes as he pulsed, and squirmed as his fluid was pulled right out of him by Elise’s strong mouth, eventually he would open his eyes, only to find his spent cock, his nude form, and a piece of folded paper on his nightstand, opening the paper and reading it he saw it was typed and not written, the paper was clearly not written by a native English speaker and had grammatical errors but could be easily understood

The paper read “Dear Mark, You are the most handsome man I have ever met, I am so so sorry if I made you angry, sad, or scared, if you are reading this I have already left your apartment and hopefully you have something to remember me by, I wish i could talk to you like this in person but I don’t know how to convey these emotions so instead I sit here in my home office typing them to you. I instantly fell in love the moment I laid eyes on you in the apartment building, and I felt my heart sank when I saw you at the coffee shop, I will give you some instruction, simply circle a name and put this piece of paper in my mailbox

Commander Fleur

Chef Denise

Madame Beaufoy

Sincerely, Elise”

P.S I have been busy with work so I am sorry for the delays between writings, I had so much fun writing this piece it took me about a week and a couple of days to finish

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