Chapter 1: Madame Coralie

It was a dusky Parisian Friday night in late autumn when unattached women unwound in bars after a long week’s working for the system. The city types are the best, loaded with money and unafraid to knock back pretty looking cocktails that were deceptively stronger than they appeared. At the end of it all, they would need a taxi home. That’s where I come in. My name is Jacques and I drive a cab for a living. I too liked to unwind on a Friday night and find a bit of female fun, so here I was sitting in a dark corner in a bar watching the women. There was a group of them at the bar. All were quite good looking, chic and provocatively sexy as only French women can. By the look of their stylish designer clothes I knew they were professional career women who earned a good wage.

There was an attractive slim mature oriental possibly of Chinese or Hong Kong origin in her late-50’s with fine streaks of silver in her hair wearing a smart stylish power business jacket with a tight pencil skirt and high heels. Petite, slim and exotic perched on a stool with her legs crossed she projected a smug air of authority. She was a lot older than I was looking for but she had great legs that were sheathed in tan coloured nylons. Given her height and build they were long and slim with hard pads of calve muscle. I think a bit of calve muscle on a woman is very sexy and hers were just right, slim and prominent enough to be feminine and not so large that she could be mistaken for a man in a dress. I like my women to look like women. As I watched, she crossed her legs causing the shapely calve to spread out as it rested on top of the other knee. Next to her stood a taller younger woman possibly in her mid-30’s with a slender but slightly boyish yet pleasing figure. With very short sandy blonde hair and a pretty cheeky youthful face she gave the impression of a grown-up tomboy although her business suit dress was stylish and expensive. Her skirt came down to just above the knees, but what I could see of her legs were shapely and pleasing. They too were sheathed in tan nylons, I now noticed that in fact all 6 of them did.

A tall eye-catching blonde of similar age was next. I’m 5 foot 9 and she must be touching 6 foot. Quite beautiful her shapely figure was in proportion with her height with breath-taking long legs under a tight knee-length pencil skirt. Her long golden hair cascaded in elegant coiffured curls past her shoulders. Stylish and chic, her face was finely exquisite with a sleek slender nose, small blue eyes and mouth that was set in that arrogant look that beautiful women have. Standing next to her was a chunky squat petite brunette with short close-cropped hair. I was going to dismiss her as short and fat except as she turned her face to speak with the others I saw she was actually very attractive with a small youthful face with a small sleek nose, a sensuous small pouting mouth and high cheekbones. She also wore spectacles over her small eyes which gave her a sort of sexy secretary look. I’d say she was in her mid to late twenties and it was also clear that she had a sturdy upper body with a large firm bust. She too wore a smart business dress that clung to her large sturdy yet feminine shaped frame. A knee-length skirt prevented a good view of her legs but as she turned her back to me to speak to the oriental I gasped at the size of her calves for they were truly enormous with her high heels making large rounded defined slabs of muscle bulge out. They were larger than I liked on a woman, yet they were definitely feminine like a dancer’s rather than those of some freaky muscle woman.

Next was a plump mature woman who must have been in her late 50’s. Well dressed in an expensive silk dress with a squarish reasonably attractive face and short brown hair. Perched on a stool she wore top quality tan coloured pantyhose on her short thick legs and large shapely calves. I was about to dismiss her but as she turned side on to me, my dick stirred at the sight of a phenomenal wide low hanging thrusting bust. As with the oriental, she was much older than I would bother with except that huge bust would be fun to play with.

I couldn’t see the final member of the group very well as she sat on a stool with her back to me, yet it was her that caught my eye and drew my attention. Tall and willowy with an hour-glass figure, she had pale blonde hair that was all puffed up and curly in some sort of perm stylishly cut around her ears and falling just above the shoulder line. An expensive top of the range stylish slim-line black leather jacket that came down to her hips was tailored to show off her long slim shapely torso and shimmered sexily reflecting the light. Below this was a matching black leather mini-skirt so tight that it clung tightly to a small compact backside like it was shrink-wrapped. It was so short that it exposed an eye-watering length of tan nylon right up to the top of her thigh that made it clear that the sheer hosiery she wore were les collants or pantyhose the Americans call them or tights to the English. As a connoisseur of women I knew that, like the others, they were of the highest quality, probably Wolford the most expensive brand in Europe. With her legs folded at the knee I gazed in appreciation of her long slim perfect thighs. Hanging down below the knee were long stylish boots which clung like a sexy second skin to her long slim shins and beautiful semi-tear drop shaped calves. Polished with a high sheen, the soles were low with a pointed metal toe and wickedly high metallic stiletto heels. Suddenly in a ripple of light from her leather skirt she crossed her legs, a movement so elegant and sensual that it stirred my groin. She continued to chat to her friends while knocking back her cocktails as did I my wine. The boots looked expensive made of soft-leather that emphasised the shapeliness of her calves and feet elevated as they were with a good 6 inches of heel. It was a gloriously sexy sight indeed and I was content to sit there and watch her.