Monique and John - a May/November Romance
Copyright© 2025 by acguy
Chapter 77
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 77 - An aspiring young architectural student sets her sights on her older widowed neighbour.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Romantic Fiction Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Voyeurism
I blinked groggily at the alarm clock, my brain still thick with sleep. It took a second for the numbers to register. 9:45 AM.
Shit.
“Monique, wake up!” I nudged her shoulder frantically. “We overslept!”
She groaned and curled deeper into the blankets. “Five more minutes...”
“No, no, no, mon amour! The train leaves in an hour. We have to go—now!”
Her eyes snapped open. “Merde!”
In an instant, we were a whirlwind of frantic motion. Monique leaped out of bed, stumbling slightly as she dashed to the ensuite. I followed, both of us brushing our teeth in record time, our movements hilariously uncoordinated as we jostled for space in front of the mirror.
“We have to shower,” she mumbled around her toothbrush.
“There’s no time!” I spat into the sink, already reaching for a washcloth to give myself the fastest sponge bath in history. “We’ll shower in Geneva!”
Monique groaned but relented, dragging a comb through her hair before tying it into a quick ponytail.
We threw on our clothes at lightning speed—Monique in fitted jeans and a chic sweater, me in slacks and a button-up shirt. As I wrestled with my shoes one-handed, she ran around the bedroom, stuffing last-minute essentials into her bag.
“Phone, wallet, tickets—where are the tickets?” she gasped.
I patted my jacket. “Right here.”
She exhaled in relief before grabbing my arm. “Come on, we can grab coffee at the station!”
We practically ran out the door, Monique fumbling with the keys to lock up while I jogged ahead to the car. She jumped into the driver’s seat, and we sped off, laughing breathlessly at our mad dash.
Despite the chaos, we arrived at the station with time to spare. As we stood on the platform, waiting for the train to Lyon, Monique panted slightly and grinned. “Well, that was an adventure.”
I chuckled, looping my good arm around her waist. “Let’s never do that again.”
She smirked. “Where’s the fun in that?”
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