Woman’s Authentic Orgasm

The scene, a railway station in France, a train pulling in noisily. Stepping along the platform, a businesswoman holding an umbrella against the rain. A second woman approaching her, words exchanged, smiles of affirmation, cheeks kissed in greeting, the two walking together toward the camera.

Climbing into a car, chatting. The second woman’s voice soft and encouraging. The businesswoman’s initial slight tenseness beginning to relax. No, she hasn’t done anything like this before. Why’s she doing it, she’s not sure, just needs a little excitement. Yes, it’s fine to film. A shy defiant smile.

The women walking into an apartment, down some stairs, into a basement. Three men standing against a wall, naked bar white towels around their waists. The businesswoman’s clothes removed by the second woman, folded, stacked on a chair. The businesswoman’s hands covering her breasts and pubis.

The second woman taking her by the hands, her body now fully revealed. The body of a woman you’d meet every day, not excessively athletic or sculpted or skinny, or anything like a pornstar.

The woman being led to a metal table, padded on top, equipped with straps. The businesswoman lying on her back, submitting her hands and legs. The straps being tied. Her legs raised behind her, ankles near her ears. Her head leaning backward, immobile in a padded clamp. Her hips just protruding over the table’s edge. Adjustments made, wider to spread her. The camera lingering on her exposed privacy.

The men discarding their towels, approaching the table, stroking the woman’s body. One placing his cock against her lips. Her tongue licking it, her mouth opening, the cock going deeper. Another kneeling between her legs, licking.

The woman’s hips starting to move in ancient sexual rhythm. Momentum gathering. Her mouth releasing the cock, her body becoming absorbed into the cunnilingus. Her eyes closing, eyelids fluttering. Her lips and forehead clenching slightly. A low moan issuing. Her hips moving faster. The man’s face between her legs looking up at her face. The other men stepping aside, enjoying the moment, hands caressing the woman’s breasts.

The woman’s body stiffening. Her face softening, withdrawing into itself. Her hips lifting and holding. The low moan becoming more of a pant. Her eyes widening, staring at the nothingness of the ceiling. A sudden stillness, then her face breaking into a shy smile.

The men caressing her, positioning for penetration on the screen before me. My finger however clicking the stop button. An glimpse of a woman’s authentic orgasm, it doesn’t get any better than that, rather just enjoy the moment.