Rick Stein has his French Odyssey and I decided to have one myself. The tastes of France have lingered with me since 2006 and I desperately needed to revisit the sounds and flavours of a French experience…who better to experience it with than Mademoiselle Fifi. Her photo’s had me captivated and her curves were all stacked in the right places for my tastes.
Right Clandy, time to book an Odyssey around Fifi; from those beautiful Alps in Chamonix to the sublime tastes of Marseille and enjoy all the sights and sounds that a belle soixante-neuf can bring.
Booking Fifi was a complicated experience for reasons that will remain with us however once booked communication was excellent a small ecard deposit made and the booking was set for a weekday. I only booked an hour due to circumstances out of my control. Fifi is definitely a two hour young lady at least ,to get the best overall experience of her company.
Time of the booking arrived and we met at the door. Fifi had organised the outfit that I love but I was surprised that this lovely lady was shorter than I imagined - no problem with that, as her lips are closer to my appendage, TICK.
Big plus for Fifi as she is a wonderful passionate kisser and with my hands wandering over those glorious curves it had me straining at the groin. Great personality, fun and eager to please, Fifi says she will only give a client 100% and I do believe it is very true with this young lady.
Then Fifi kicked off her Louboutins and was even shorter… WOO HOO a petit French Spinner. BIG TICK.
My tongue was “Locked” (If you meet Fifi you will understand) in a battle with the seafood capital, Marseille. Nothing beats Fresh seafood and I feasted to my heart’s content and all to Fifi’s squirms and groans of “Oui, Oui”.
My cock was introduced to the Ski fields of the Alps, smooth runs and closed crevices until it was time to ride the Eurostar. Tight, tight track and in and out of the tunnels in rapid succession, my excitement grew, spinning into reverse cowgirl the curves of her figure were exquisite as the sounds of Oui, Oui through clenched teeth and the pained expression on her beautiful face caused me to stop to see if Fifi was alright….”Dont stop!” was the reply, so we didn’t until Fifi collapsed for a recovery.
More passionate kissing and an invitation for any type of re entry was offered to which a rear mount was successful. Woof, it didn’t take me long to finish my trip while standing.
I collapsed this time and a conversation ensued. A quick shower and we parted ways, even prettier in the natural light of the kitchen.
My French Odyssey was over for the meantime but I would definitely return to experience young Fifi’s charms again.