Aline and My Colleague

This is my first contribution to this site. I have written this story in English, which is not my first language, so please bear with me. If my story is well received, I may be tempted to add sequels or prequels.

Aline, the main character in this story, is a closet exhibitionist. She started out as a shy girl, but under the guidance of her husband Olivier, she grew into a woman proud of her assets.

In my IT company, the only person I see fairly regularly outside work is Didier, who is 4 years younger than me. Our shared passions are football and rock music - things that don't really interest my wife Aline - and wine tasting. So Didier and I sometimes go to concerts together, or to the stadium to support our favourite team, OM. Things we do without Aline, a nice little outing just between mates.... On the other hand, Didier often turns up at our place in the evening with a good bottle of wine in each hand and Aline joins in wholeheartedly...

A few words about Didier. A bit clumsy, like a big teddy bear, but he's got a heart of gold and is extremely kind. A bit unattractive, awkwardly shy around women and therefore probably still a virgin.... We suspect he has a bit of a crush on Aline because he's not always at ease with her, but then he's not at ease with any woman. The story I'm about to tell you is obviously about him, but it was told to me by Aline herself.

One evening, just as we were about to spend a cosy evening together in front of the telly, I received an emergency call from my brother, telling me, in a tone bordering on despair, that his hard drive had crashed. He had lost some precious data that he needed on the spot, and I, his only and favourite brother and little computer genius, could please rush over and save him from this predicament, or should I say tsunami....50 miles both ways plus the time I'd have to spend hypothetically rescuing his data, I could kiss my cosy evening goodbye. So off I go...

Meanwhile, and I'll let Aline do the talking here, she made herself comfortable, slipped into a little satin two-piece nightdress. A very pretty little turquoise outfit with loose shorts with hyper-sexy ruffles. She poured herself a big glass of Pinot Noir and chose a variety show, which she said was quite relaxing, but which I would probably have found quite stupid. Well, one man's meat is another man's poison.... She even told me she was so relaxed that she casually slipped a probing finger into her little slit to increase her sense of well-being...

Just then the doorbell rang. Who could it be at this hour?

Aline grabbed a bathrobe, wrapped herself in it and went to the door. Through the peephole, she saw that the importunate visitor was none other than Didier, holding a bottle in each hand. What should she do? Ignore the intruder, even though he must have seen that the lights are on? She's not a big fan of Didier, but she knows how to behave, so she opens the door...

Didier blushed from ear to ear when he saw her in her bathrobe, and when Aline explained that I was away on family business and wouldn't be back for a few hours, he suggested that he should go home and we could postpone the tasting for a few days. A reasonable suggestion, but a little devil had undoubtedly crept into Aline's head and she told him: "No, Didier, come in, you'll keep me company and we can start the tasting together". She added that Didier didn't look very comfortable, but he didn't dare refuse the offer.

Aline sits him down on a low chair in front of a small coffee table, hands him a corkscrew and two glasses, and brings him some olives. Then she sits down in another chair opposite him. She tells me that the atmosphere was rather tense at the time, Didier was uncomfortable and she wasn't sure what topics to bring up with him.

What's more, the bathrobe, which did not have a belt (it happens all the time when you get unexpected visitors) tended to open and expose Aline's little nightdress, which she thought upset Didier. It was then that she'd started talking to him about his colleagues at work, and she'd slyly asked him if any of his female colleagues were pretty, or more precisely, worthy of his attention. Blushing, he'd said that they were, but that none of them were as pretty as she was. "Thank you, Didier," she replied. So I have nothing to worry about when it comes to Olivier and his female colleagues. Not at all, I find you much more beautiful," he replied gallantly.

By this time they had finished their first glass and Aline suggested a second (third for her, if I count the Pinot). She explained that it was a bit warm and would Didier think it inappropriate if she took off that annoying bathrobe that kept opening? Flushed, Didier explained that she was at home and it would only enhance her beauty.

Leaning forward to pick up an olive, which probably revealed the tip of her breasts under the top of her nightdress, Aline asked him what he liked about her.

At first he'd stammered that he admired her eyes (I can confirm that they were beautiful indeed) and that he liked the way she did her hair. But now that she was wearing a simple little nightdress, he also thought her legs were beautiful.

Aline stood up and said: "Thank you, you're very sweet, I don't really like my legs, do you think they're nice? Do you think they're soft to the touch? And as she did so, she propped her right leg up on the coffee table (a move that had probably opened the crotch of her nightie shorts), took Didier's hand and placed it on the top of her thigh. Didier felt Aline's thigh a little and said it was very soft, but he was taken aback and didn't explore further.

Aline then told me that her exhibitionist nature had been aroused and that she had decided to continue the game.

Didier was looking for a way out and suggested that she save the rest of the wine for my return (a nice idea that unfortunately didn't materialise), but Aline insisted that she was still thirsty and Didier didn't dare cross her.

By the time she asked for a third glass, she had squirmed a little in her seat, giving Didier a panoramic view of her crotch. The bottoms of her nightdress were very loose, so she managed to give Didier the best possible view.

But Didier became more and more uncomfortable, so Aline felt she had to try something else. She asked him a few questions, whether he had a girlfriend (no), whether he liked girls (yes) and, most importantly, why he looked embarrassed.

He replied that he had no experience with girls and that seeing Aline in such a sexy outfit made him feel uncomfortable.

From what Aline told me, what happened next was a real exhibitionist performance.

Aline told him he shouldn't be embarrassed as they had known each other for a long time and she was delighted that he had told her she had nice legs. She would have liked him to comment on her breasts too, because she thought they were too small. She stood in front of Didier again, lifted the top of her nightdress and showed him her tits. Did he like them? He stammered that they were perfect. She took his hand to urge him to feel them. This time the caress was more intense, but still too brief for Aline's taste. In her opinion, Didier was the worst case of male shyness she'd ever come across.

So she decided to go for it. "Didier" she said, "is this the first time you've really seen and touched breasts?"

Didier nodded and blushed. Did you really like my breasts? I suppose you'd like to see and touch them again. Almost a soliloquy. Aline pulled the top of her nightdress over her head and once again exposed her hardened nipples to Didier's caressing touch. She even urged him to suck them this time. Aline told me that Didier became a little bolder and that she began to enjoy it. His caresses became more expert and then Aline asked the final question. I think you've never seen a woman's sex. Would you like to see mine?

Oh yes, Aline, please, he stammered.....

Then, with a deliberate slowness, she pushed her nightgown shorts to the floor and presented Didier with her perfectly waxed pussy.... After letting him admire her cunt from every angle, she taught him how to play with her labia, stimulate her clitoris and even run his tongue over her private parts. She admitted to me that she got as much pleasure from my colleague's stimulation as she did from the unusual nature of the situation. After ten minutes, she broke off the "lovemaking", got dressed and gently sent Didier away, but not without teaching him how to make out with a lady. She ended her account by telling me that she had done a useful and, above all, educational job, and that she didn't consider it to be a sin.