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It was a nice summer afternoon as Felicienne sat down on the passenger seat of a dirty Peugeot 201. The car wasn’t the best, per se, but it was enough for her purposes. Adele knew what she had gotten into with this woman: another day with snarky remarks and complaints about everything. But lately, everything had changed after their little meeting at Adele’s place a couple of weeks ago. Their bathroom journey, or however one would call that, had changed Felicienne’s behaviour.
It was a mere change, but if you sat in a car with this noble woman for almost every day, you would notice it. Whenever she thought that Adele wasn’t looking, she stole glances with undeniable joy in her eyes. Whatever had changed her, Felicienne Baron had grown nicer, even if just slightly.
The noblewoman was currently sitting on the passenger side, head close to the half-opened window. “It is a surprise that you learnt how to properly clean yourself after I taught you. Now you are a bit more tolerable.” That was strange. It had been the first time that she had mentioned their little… encounter since they went separate ways again. Normally, Felicienne had acted like nothing happened at all.
As Adele stopped at a stoplight, she stretched and groaned slightly. Sitting in her Peugeot for an entire day was exhausting. But right as she wanted to stretch her back, she felt all the muscles tightening up, cramping wildly. “Argh, what is this…” It hurt terribly.
“What is it now, Adele? Stop complaining already and drive.”
“It’s… my back; it hurts so bad.”
“Don’t be such a whiny idiot; I'm sure it isn’t that bad.” Oh, how Adele wanted to strangle that way-too-beautiful lady. If only she would stop her regards for one minute. “You are insufferable, Felicienne. I hope you know that…” the taxi driver whimpered slightly under the pain as she turned to look at her client, who was now slightly red at the tip of her ears.
“Fine…”
“What?”
“Drive me to my place; I think I can help. But only for you to stop whining like a child, understood?”
“Felicienne… you are—“
“Shut up and drive before I change my mind, will you?”
*****
Adele could only hide a bit of the pain written onto her face as she nearly fell out of the car. They had arrived at Felicienne’s house, a quite noble apartment at the top of a small bakery that had the best view of both the Eiffel Tower and the Seine river. The taxi driver would have expected more; that was for sure.
“What now, Adele? Need a hand to walk?” There was a strange sense of care in the taller woman’s voice that the taxi driver had never heard before. Yet she was hesitant exactly because of that.
“I can do it on my own, but thanks for the offer…”
“Now if you would be a good girl and open the door for me~.” She held the keys in her delicate and gloved fingers, slowly jingling them before Adele’s eyes like she was a pet that needed training.
Up the marble stairs, there was a slightly purple door, fitting to the inhabitants' quite beautiful eyes. 'Now Adele, stop thinking that,' she told herself in the hopes that nothing of this would show. “This is your apartment?” Her voice sounded hoarse from all the pain going through her back…
“Yes, yes, now open it, will you? Oh, and take off your shoes; I don't want to have any of your filth on my carpet.” Oh, how annoying she was… With the door opened, Adele could have a look on the inside. Directly in front of her was a couch, facing the big windows that had the most beautiful view. Everything was neatly arranged, not a bit of dust visible.
“See? I know how to keep my place tidy, not like you and your… apartment…”
“Please just…”
“Yeah yeah, on the couch with you, on your stomach so I can at least try to help you. You better be grateful after this, or else you won’t get payment for the last week, understood?” Adele obeyed without a single word of complaint and lay down on the couch, burying her face into the soft pillows. It was an extremely expensive couch, it seemed like. Never in her life had she felt something softer besides maybe Felicienne’s perfect skin…
It took some time until the noblewoman came back and sat down behind Adele. “Oh, ma chérie, why are you still in your clothes?”
“What now?” The taxi driver quickly popped her head up. Naked? Why should she be naked???
“Have you ever been to a proper massage? Oh, a stupid question. Of course not. You will be naked. Don’t worry, I have a towel to cover yourself. It’s not a shame; I saw you naked before.” The noble woman smiled mischievously but couldn’t quite hide the blush creeping up on her face.
“In front of the window? You must be mad.” Adele sat up straight, wincing yet again as pain shot through her.
Felicienne smiled again and gave her the towel. “You clearly need the massage. And even so, my apartment is high enough that no one could ever see us. Now, go ahead and undress yourself for me.” The taxi driver was quite confused, as she was unsure if Felicienne was genuinely trying to help her or flirting with her.
“A-alright, Felicienne…” With that, Adele stood up and popped open her belt and gently pulled her pants down. A blush crept up on her face as the noble woman giggled at the sight of the taxi driver's shorts with little figurines on them. Under that, a small bulge had formed from Adele’s…
“Oh, I forgot about that…” Now Felicienne’s face was completely flushed as she saw the bulge in Adele’s shorts, slightly growing larger each second. “Well, it doesn’t matter; go on and lie on your stomach.”
When she was completely naked, Adele lay down on her stomach as instructed. The elegant woman placed the towel on the taxi driver's bottom and took off her gloves. Then she rubbed a little of the expensive, strawberry-scented massage oil into her hands and onto Adele's back. Adele flinched briefly, as the liquid was anything but warm.
"Just relax. You're in good hands." Felicienne didn't know why on earth she was doing this. Nor did the taxi driver beneath her know why she was putting herself through this torture. But when the gentle hands began to massage her back, she felt all her tension melt away. First it was her shoulders, then her upper back. Felicienne knew exactly where to start.
When the noble woman began to massage her lower back, Adele let out a small moan. Felicienne paused and smiled smugly before continuing to elicit even more moans from the taxi driver. The skin under her hand felt pleasantly soft and warm.
And just like that, the towel ended up in the corner, and she slowly stroked the bottom of the blonde woman beneath her. The woman gently lifted her hips and pressed against Felicienne's hands, lost in the moment. "Well, well, you like that..." She stroked her bottom again before Adele sat up even further. Now she could easily see the length of the woman pulsing against the towel she was lying on.
First, Felicienne gently circled her finger around Adele's entrance to gauge the woman's reaction before slowly inserting a finger filled with massage oil. The woman flinched in surprise. A cry of pleasure escaped her lips.
"Felicienne, what... what are you doing..."
"Oh ma cherie, you wanted it, non?"
"Yes, but... a warning would have been nice..."
She curved her finger upwards, and Adele sank back down, her ass now raised by the curve in her back. She continued for a little while until Felicienne added a second finger and wiggled it around in the taxi driver's butt again. "Mmm, you're so cute when you moan for me; it's wonderful." She licked her lips as she watched the blonde woman bite into a pillow she was clutching.
"It's... argh... good... weird but good... keep going."
The noble woman didn't need to be told twice and reached for the woman's cock, which was hard against the towel. She had to reach around the taxi driver to do so, but it was worth the effort. "You're mine, understand?" A moan followed, and she began to stroke the length in her hand. Up and down, nice and slow.
“Moan for me, Adele; show me what a pathetic slut you are. Say my name.”
“Argh, Felicie…” another groan interrupted her as her contractor began stroking her member at an even faster pace and curled her fingers up yet again. The pumps of her hand made Adele moan delicately. With a loud groan, the taxi driver came, her fluids covering Felicienne’s hand.
“I'm sorry for… for making such a mess, really…” Still recovering from her orgasm, she felt the noble woman’s hands retreating. The blonde woman sat up, turning to face her annoying partner.
“I’m not done with you if you thought of that… spread your legs for me, puppy. Close your eyes…”
“But—“
“Do it, or you won’t get your present.”
She waited with her eyes closed. Felicienne rummaged around for something and climbed onto Adele. Something wrapped itself around her neck. And click, the collar was closed. The brown-haired woman pulled so hard that the taxi driver had no choice but to sit up.
She felt the noblewoman reach for her cock again and kiss the tip. "I'm not done with you yet, so be a good little puppy and moan my name nicely, okay?"