My Tiny Studio

By Edward Austin

Then, this autumn, she encounters Bérénice, a twenty-year-old French brunette full of charm, both to men and to women...

But Olga has never adored a girl, and she has no idea how...

Nonetheless, she is drawn to this girl in every class, she dreams about her, she constantly thinks about her...

Even so, she knows she'll never take the first move...

Passion, humour, between Paris and Berlin... discover this love chronicle of today's Berlin right away.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nguyen Larry
• Release date: Apr 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215121085

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Table of contents

The island of Re

Paris-Berlin

Charlottenburg

Wannsee

Island of Re

Hansaplatz

My Tiny Studio

Author: Edward Austin

The island of Re

Danièle had already arrived on the island of Ré with her mother a week ago, divorced and authoritarian, with high words and principles, a real caricature!

She was very bored.

She still lived in the same boarding house, her mother on the ground floor and she on the top floor in a tiny but independent furnished studio.

Ever since she was of legal age, Danièle had forced her mother to lead her life on her own terms.

In the morning she went to the beach alone with a book in her hand. She was very pretty, naturally beautiful and athletic, but that didn't help her much: at school and later at university, she had never had a love story.

She had slept with two or three men, but more out of conformity than out of genuine lust: none of them had made her orgasm or fallen in love with her.

However, the men here always turned their heads when she passed her: her blooming breasts, her wide pelvis, her tight ass in the mini shorts she loved, enchanted her.

Her blonde hair, high cheekbones, and hair pulled back into a ponytail that reveals the oval of her face should have secured her all the success. But that was not the case.

The men they addressed were hooded and ribboned pseudo-Raquilles, clumsy and often vulgar, or fathers of families almost ashamed of coveting this beautiful plant that passed them alone and available.

So she spent her days without anyone between the bookstore, the library and the beach.

One day followed the other, dreary and without surprises.

Sometimes, when she couldn't take it anymore, she hid in a small piece of forest 200 meters from the beach to caress herself, she quickly reached orgasm and this pleasure calmed her loneliness for a moment.

One morning, however, adventure rang at his door.

Ms. Thénard, the manager and owner of the guesthouse, was standing on the landing.

- Ah, Mademoiselle Danièle, you will do me a great favor.

The old lady, who was very nice by the way, was already entering the room.

- Imagine the surf school burned down!

- What?

- You can rest assured that nobody was hurt, but the 50 students were left homeless.

- Oh, the poor...

Danièle had often seen them training on the beach, tall, athletic figures howling with great energy in the waves and wind, but she had never had the courage to approach them.

- I was able to accommodate three of them in the last room I had, but there is a young man there who is still looking for a place. I know it's tricky to ask a young girl like you, but among young people I thought that...

The person standing behind the landlady entered the room.

- May I introduce you to Nicolas?

Danièle was shocked: he was tall, quite handsome, tanned and radiated such positive vibes that it was hard to imagine refusing him.

He also looked awfully sexy with his curly hair, white t-shirt and skinny jeans.

Daniele suddenly felt very hot between her thighs. Why couldn't she get hot guys like him?

She stuttered a few words:

- Of course, if it's just to tide you over. But how are we supposed to sleep when there is only one bed here?

- Don't worry, I'll set up a mattress. Many thanks for your help.

- Please.

He held out his hand to her, she suddenly felt feverish, she suddenly felt like him. I hope it doesn't show, she thought, shocked at the consequences, however minor, for her reputation on the island...

The owner cut another bib and then went back to her kitchen. The young man put his bag down and suddenly hesitated.

- Well, I'll... get... the... mattress...

- OK.

Danièle sat down on the bed. Wow what a change!

****

Daniele's mother and the homeowner insisted that the young man join their meal.

When he finally got to dessert, he suggested saying thank you over a drink at the harbour. The two women declined the invitation and left Danièle alone with their guest.

- Are we still going?

- Of course, she answered with a smile, there's something going on!

***

They had come home slightly drunk just before midnight. The wine had broken the ice between them. Nicolas seemed to be a charming, attentive, humorous and imaginative boy.

Once in the studio, Nicolas pulled a bottle of local white wine from his bag.

- It doesn't have to be very fresh, but it's enough to toast the day.

He lit a candle and turned off the light in the small room. Danièle couldn't believe that her life was changing so suddenly.

This afternoon she was bored again at the beach and tonight a superman made her laugh in her own room!

Nicolas had a beautiful face illuminated by an open smile and a clear gaze. He inspired confidence with a natural poise uncommon in people his age.

After two or three drinks, Nicolas suggested we go to bed. It was one o'clock in the morning.

- You must be exhausted.

She protested, but it was true that she was getting tired.

They were both a little off with the little wine. However, Danièle felt good, lighter and more carefree. The loneliness no longer crushed her as it had at the beginning of her stay.

He touched her as he rose to put the glasses in the sink.

Danièle felt very different when she was touched. It had only lasted a second.

She went into the small bathroom to change. She looked at herself naked in the mirror. Why wasn't anyone enjoying that beautiful tanned body?

Was she doomed to be booed by Nazis in the street without ever meeting a boy who would make her happy?

Come on, that's enough of the depressing thoughts. She almost fell while slipping on the boxer shorts she wore to sleep: she'd been drinking a lot! That made her laugh.

When she came out again, she noticed Nicolas looking at her breasts. Apparently he thought he liked her...

She felt strange, he was lying on the mattress and she was in her bed. She would have liked to continue the evening and maybe... something...

she was stupid A guy like him must have had a lot of girlfriends here and wouldn't be interested in a girl like her, so ordinary, so uptight, so ordinary, on vacation with her mother at that, what a shame! At eighteen!

She lay down and they wished each other good night.

***

She tossed and turned in her bed for ten minutes and couldn't sleep. She wanted to caress herself, but if he heard her, she wouldn't survive the humiliation. The alcohol, the tiredness, the afternoon sun, she longed to break free, but she couldn't...

But the boy's voice, suddenly, in the dark, whispered...

- Sleep?

- No, I can not...

- You know, I grew up in Australia and people there have a very different relationship to the body and to pleasure...

What did he mean by that? Surely he didn't want to pounce on her? Help!

- I won't be able to sleep unless I pet myself, especially a slap on the nose.

Shock! She couldn't believe her ears!

- I know this is taboo in France and I don't want to shock or embarrass you. You know, it's natural, everyone does it, but it's definitely not something to talk about here. But I just have too much fun with the sun and the sea....

She almost giggled when she heard the last sentence, it repeated almost verbatim what she had just said to herself...

She answered in a very low voice:

- Uh, if you want... I'll turn around...

- Only if you want it, I don't mind if you watch or hear me. But I can go somewhere else...

- No, that's not good, where are you going? On the street, on the landing? 7

But what did she say now? Had she gone mad?

Half drunk on the white wine, she began to laugh, losing her natural shyness.

- You're a sly old dog.

- You should do the same, I'm sure it would put your mind at ease.

- I...

She wanted to laugh, she felt dizzy, she suddenly had the desire to caress herself again, to feel the desire to rise in her...

He lit the candle again.

- It's better to laugh about it, right?

She actually laughed.

Before her disbelieving eyes he took off his boxer shorts, then his t-shirt and took his privates between his fingers. Daniele couldn't take her eyes off the member that was only a meter away from her.

She turned back the sheets and waited a few minutes. Then, surprising herself, she pulled up her pink t-shirt and began teasing the tops of her breasts. If something happens to her in her life, she can take a small risk....

She was still dizzy, the taste of the wine was on her tongue and she couldn't help but glance at Nicolas, who was very calm. She saw his hand slowly run up and down his penis and heard his rapid breathing.

She pulled her boxer shorts down her legs and touched her genitals. A long shiver ran through her body, she could hardly wait.

Because of her loneliness she had always masturbated a lot since she was thirteen and actually she loved it, this little intimate secret, this pleasure that sometimes twisted her stomach and made her gasp in the dark.

She was completely insane, she was naked now stroking herself next to a guy she hadn't even known four hours ago...

But it felt so good. With one hand she gently massaged the button and slipped a finger into the slot.

Oh...

Suddenly he was with her.

- Don't worry, I won't touch you, I won't do anything you don't want me to. She backed up against the wall.

- Keep cool, Daniele, everything is fine.

He sat down at the end of the bed and slowly started caressing himself again while smiling at her with his angelic smile...

- You are so pretty that doing it while looking at yourself is much more exciting. Please caress your breasts...

She didn't know why, the situation was completely insane and obscene, but she began to obey him. She was completely insane, but it excited her to death...

Her tips became hard again. Her beautiful heavy breasts swelled, awakening her whole body that had been waiting for it.

She saw the sex before her, long, almost pretty, and it made her terribly hungry.

- Caress yourself, poke yourself a finger...

She obeyed again, mesmerized by the sex in front of her.

- Lie down a little... I want to see all of you... More... You are so beautiful...

She caressed herself faster and faster, she wanted to moan, the pleasure increased and increased... Nicolas had his eyes on her sex, her breasts, her body...

- You are so beautiful... Let yourself go...

They looked at each other smiling and devouring each other, exchanging their beauty in silence...

Suddenly he froze and his face took on a strange expression. He stood up and ejaculated for a long time, short of breath, his chest crushed like somewhere else...

Danièle saw his semen splatter on the floor and drip onto the man's hand in front of her. Her stomach heaved and cramped, she became dizzy with shamelessness, drunkenness and lust....

She began to moan softly, overcome with joy. At school and university, the others would have called her a slut... yes, but after all it was good to be a slut, she thought, smiling.

Nicolas took a breath, quickly wiped the floor with a paper towel and kissed her on the forehead:

- Thank you good night.

He blew out the candle as if nothing had happened! Five minutes later she heard his breathing slow: he was already asleep. Funny guy!

Had she been dreaming, or had she just been enjoying herself in front of a stranger and, to her own surprise, enjoyed it so much?

***

The next morning he got up before her. He came out of the shower just as she was brushing her hair.

- Do you have any plans this morning, Danièle?

- No, nothing special. Why?

- I'm going