Shame Me, Monsieur

This is an 8,000+ word story and it is the third in the series.

“Oh,” Lizzie laughs. “You have a lot of experience with American girls?”
This question surprises the young man because he blushes, even though the night conceals his embarrassment.
“Non, mademoiselle,” he admits.
“Well,” Lizzie purrs, pulling up the hem of her skirt a little higher with the tip of her index finger. “That’s a shame.”
The man grins and ventures a hand toward the warm pussy she’s inviting him into. He grazes the cotton of her panties with the tips of his fingers and feels a throb in his cock. Hearing her moan softly, he pushes aside the panties and begins to explore her...