Jade's Arousing Wind

Part 12

The male that was inside Charles had still a tendency to tense up at moments, but little by little, he felt one by one that all his tense points were relaxing and at the end he found himself totally restored, like he had been before because of the intensity of Marinette's caresses when she anointed him with the oils, happy to feel his supple muscles spread themselves, developing all their power when he stood up to get down from the massage table.

Martine, worn out by her efforts to make him relaxed and supple, had to lie down herself among the cushions near Zerline, Marinette and Marion. The girls were now drinking tea while savouring cake and some fruits.

Charles was looking with envy at the vision of these four naked nymphs stretched out among the cushions, the blonde Zerline was surrounded by the three brown haired girls. It reminded Charles of the paintings by Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres in which odalisques and other bathers, sensually indolent at the side of pools washed themselves, doing their hair, lazing around, but above all else, were sharing moments of feminine intimacy, far from a mans world in the Turkish baths of those times.

Zerline and the three girls were drinking tea and joking between themselves as if Charles was not there, hiding nothing of their nakedness and acting completely natural, as if to be nude was something normal. A charming atmosphere made of softness and delicacy was emanating from them. All these soft shapes, round and velvet merged among the cushions, their smooth and satin skins caressed by the warm light of the candles, a yellow light that skimmed their stretched bodies, these supple and young bodies with their hair spread out around them, framing radiant and smiling faces. The grace was present too in the movements of their arms, of their delicate hands when they were taking cake and fruit, when they lifted them to their sensual lips. Calm and voluptuous, soft and sensual in every way.

Charles was sat on the edge of the swimming pool, a little distant from them, afraid to disturb this idyllic picture. Certainly he could not deny that this earthly vision of paradise for any man was of the most erotic, but at the same time, the youth and innocence of the girls laughing and joking together like playful schoolgirls was evading Charles to become sexually aroused. A purity as pure as the original purity of the world was emanating from these girls, a happy world in which all is gentle and loving. At that moment, Charles began to regret being a man, not able to join them in their games, their discussions, their feminine intimacy. He felt like a stranger, felt that if he went near them, something would break.

This was a strange feeling for this young man who was used to being a paramour as was Jade a seducer of men, without worrying of tomorrow and thinking only first to satisfy his sexual desires, selfishly preoccupied by his own personal pleasure. He then would have had no other envy, at the sight of the girls, to rush himself among these naked bodies offered to that sight, to take them, caress them, embrace them, penetrate them, to show them all the power of his virility and to make them feel his masculine strength.

Instead of that, he looked upon them as you would admire a work of art, one does not dare to touch it, you are suddenly too moved to even breathe. Charles was in the same state of spirit as that of the art lover, he was communing with the simple happiness of the girls without daring to approach them, afraid to disturb the atmosphere of happiness that was emanating from them in the middle of this mysterious and magical night.....