Echoes of Passion

My first erotic story EVER. Be gentle…

 

The hot sun beat down on Heather Allen’s body as she looked on the colossal port beneath her that was packed with luxury yachts and the ultra-rich. She felt her coating of sunscreen weaken as the light baked her in an entirely pleasant heat, reflected from the rock face all around her.

 

“Ma chère, you will burn,” the older man called as he stood atop the outcropping. “You need to keep that beautiful body in good shape!”

 

His hair was mostly white. His five o’clock shadow was messy, but she found it mysterious at the time. He wore a button-down baby-blue shirt on their hike. It hardly seemed appropriate attire. His brown leather hiking boots were the most sensible thing about him, but that wasn’t why she’d agreed to travel to the tiny country with the much older man.

 

Heather had met him at a club in Amsterdam. She scoffed when he offered to sail her across Europe. She was just twenty. She hardly viewed herself as exciting. She was from Ohio. Nothing exciting happened in Ohio.

 

She pondered the irony of questioning his attire as she sunbathed wearing just a skimpy bikini bottom. Heather had most certainly never done anything like running off with a mysterious French man before. She told her best friend and the woman simply laughed.

 

*“There’s no way you’re going to leave with some mysterious French man who’s probably going to murder you when he’s done!”*

It was a colossally poor decision. She knew Stacy was right. But for once in her simple, normal, life, Heather wanted to be foolish. She desired an escape from reality. By God, had she found it.

 

“Well are you going to get over here and protect my fragile little body from the big bad sun?” heather teased, raising her head from the towel to gaze on her newfound lover.

 

“Mon dieu,” he laughed, hopping down from the rock and jogging to compensate for the angle of the incline as he descended. “You are going to be the death of me, you know that?”

 

“Because you’re distracted and descending a mountain, or because I fuck you until your heart gives out?”

 

Audric laughed to himself as she lay back down. Her body glistened with a light moisture called out by the blinding heat on the mountaintop.

 

“It’s going to be either one or the other, of this I am sure,” he sighed. He carefully stomped down closer to her brilliant orange towel and dust scattered away from her. Audric Caron was purposeful in his actions. He was slow and cautious. He moved like a spider, weighing every step. Heather was quite certain she was the prey.

 

Heather rolled over as much as she could without careening down the cliffside and revealed her young, tight, body to the man. Her abs were as sharp as they would ever be. Her smallish breasts were perky and welcoming. Her ass was–outstanding.

 

“How does an American college girl like you get so fit?” he asked, eyeing her hungrily.

 

*Shoveling manure, harvesting soybeans, tromping miles of sludgy fertilized soil daily so that my family can survive,* she thought.

 

“Oh, I’m always in the campus gym,” she lied, trying to sound more glamorous than she was. Ohio State’s fitness facility was enormous. Truthfully, she didn’t like showering in front of the other girls. She wasn’t very confident. This wasn’t the real version
of Heather in any way, shape, or form.

 

Audric’s face twisted slightly as though her response didn’t make sense to him.

 

Heather knew she hadn’t fibbed *that* much. He shouldn’t have been able to tell. He seemed to struggle with a response and so he said nothing at all.

 

“Want me to do your legs?” he asked.

 

“Legs, mouth, ass, and anywhere else you want,” she winked.

 

Again, Audric seemed to have a hard time processing her words. Heather knew this wasn’t really her. It seemed like a disingenuous portrait of herself she was presenting, but she already knew how their story would end. She would go home on a plane, promising to return to Europe and run away with him. He’d never call. She didn’t want to think about it. She just wanted to enjoy exactly what he could offer.

 

She moaned as his strong hands moved up her left leg, spreading a new coating of sunscreen as they crawled. As the four fingers of his left hand snaked up her right thigh, she eased herself back slightly so they brushed the fabric of her bottoms.

 

“Oh yeah,” she whispered. Heather looked to the backpack beside her and pointed. She spoke up as she tilted her sunglasses down. “I think there’s a thermos of champagne in the front pocket. Can you get me some?”

 

That much was real. Heather was always prepared for whatever adventure she decided to set out upon. She remembered swinging by the pharmacy and scoffing at their cooler of alcohol. Despite her giggles, she loved champagne. She’d poured out half of the bottle into the thermos before the hike and chugged the other. Heather was level-headed while sober, but horny as a porcupine in heat while drunk.

 

She had one high school boyfriend and he turned out to be gay. He told her this as she tried to unzip his fly. Audric was such a bad choice, but she needed a little mischief in her life.

 

As he unzipped the front pocket just a few feet from her, she moved quickly and lifted her legs straight up into the air. She slipped the bottoms from her thighs and returned to her face-down position. She wanted to see what the older man would do.

 

She wanted him to take her right there, just a few dozen feet from the main trail.

 

He was silent as he pressed the button atop the thermos.

 

Her phone began to ring in her backpack’s right side pocket. She looked up with one eye and saw the words **MOM** being projected slightly above the top of its surface. Mother would most definitely disapprove of her current life choices.

 

“Open your mouth,” he crooned, placing a hand under her chin.

 

She obliged and stuck out her tongue, hoping to welcome something other than the thermos cup. The cool liquid met her lips and she sighed. Even drugstore champagne was more delicious in Monaco. Heather remembered thinking how exquisite the taste was as she gulped down the first half of the bottle. When he went to relent, she leaned her head back as to say, *don’t you dare stop.*

 

The young girl gasped as the hand that had been supporting her chin slipped down her stomach. She spread her legs eagerly as his fingers danced along her panty line.

 

“Please,” she whispered, pulling him in by the collar in for a kiss. “Please, please, please. Oh, God!”

 

Heather had never met a man who could work her with his fingers in the same way Audric did. He moved inside of her while also stimulating her externally. He seemed to spread his large hand across her entire crotch, stimulating every possible pleasure point as she assailed his mouth with fervor.

 

“Jesus Christ!” she cried out as she broke away from his lips. He slammed a hand across her mouth as he continued urging Heather closer to her first orgasm of the day. Her breathing quickened and she clawed at the thin grasses on the top of the mountainous rock outcropping. Her legs quivered as she came.

 

She bit down on the man’s hand playfully and sucked his ring finger into her mouth. She felt his wedding band, but hardly cared. Heather had met Audric’s wife. Mirabelle was the second best fuck she’d ever had. It was the first encounter Heather had experienced with open relationships. It would not be the last.

 

As her muscles released, she exhaled briskly, knowing their encounter had just begun. She rolled to her side and worked his dress pants as quickly as she could. She tore at his belt like a starving animal. Her lack of sexual experience at the time should have slowed her down, but this version of Heather worked deftly, dropping his pants quicker than even the most experienced of prostitutes could have.

She felt like a whore as she gored her own mouth with his delicious prick. He was surprisingly average in size, but mind-blowingly skilled. He was the truest version of the saying *“it’s not about the size, it’s how you use it.”*

 

Heather had never given a blowjob before that month, but she’d gotten considerably better since then. She wrapped a hand around to the man’s perfect ass and pulled herself eagerly to his crotch.

 

Audric groaned before yanking her head back by the hair. Heather was almost panting for him when he managed to stymie her assault.

 

“Why are you?” she whispered, hearing the tourists pass just a bit beyond their position.

 

“You need to slow down. Let me take over,” he smiled pausing so that their encounter wasn’t finished before it began. Without fully disrobing, he dropped his body between her legs and kissed up her chest. He licked her breast, focusing on her for a moment and then moved up to her neck.

 

As he did, she gasped. In one smooth motion he’d pushed himself inside her. She didn’t care that the sightseers were so close. She moaned in ecstasy as she clawed up his back. Audric pushed one hand to the rock face so he could look into her eyes and looked down on her like a misbehaving child. He closed his right hand around her neck.

 

She looked up at him helplessly, able to breathe, but only just, and though she should have been frightened, seemed to beg for more. She gyrated her hips into him and wrapped her legs around his thighs like a desperate anaconda fighting for a meal. She wanted it. She needed to feed on him.

 

Her second orgasm crashed suddenly. She forced him to falter as she shook so hard that he braced himself with a second hand. She used her powerful thighs to draw him into herself over and over again as the powerful waves pulsed across her writhing form.

 

It seemed to be too much for him to handle. She heard his breathing become ragged as he succumbed to her over-aggressive thrusts. She laughed like a villain whose master plan had worked brilliantly as she felt him twitch inside her.

 

Audric looked down on Heather like a misbehaving child. He wasn’t used to women controlling him, much less ones as young as Heather was.

 

He looked at her with longing in his eyes and said the last thing she expected to hear.

 

“I’m sorry, memory desynchronization has caused simulation failure. Please reload again to–”

 

She tore the headset from her eyes and began to remove the pads from across her body. Heather sighed as she yanked a pair of electrodes from her thighs, then her arms, a few across her pelvis, and crossed her legs as a man threw open their bedroom door.

 

“I was just about to put the foldables in the wash,” he informed. “You need anything?”

 

“Goddamn it, Fred, I’m working!” she snapped. “You know how impatient my boss is.”

 

“Sorry, sorry,” he sighed, throwing up his hands. “You do what you gotta do, honey!”

 

Heather felt a bit guilty as she removed the dildo she’d concealed from her husband. Fred was nice enough, but so goddamn plain. How was she to know that her experience so many summers ago would spark an insatiable fire within her? She would never cheat on him. They had two beautiful children together. She was hardly the tight young co-ed she once was, but she still had urges. When Jones Computing and Networking first arrived on the scene a year before, their first consumer product was Echoes.

 

The multi-sensory equipment was perfect for jogging the memory of individuals suffering from alzhiemers or dementia, it was extremely helpful for medical patients in a coma, but it was most commonly used by wealthy American denizens looking to relive an exciting part of their lives.

 

As she collapsed back into reality, her knees felt weak. She was far more aggressive in the simulation than she had been in real life. The program was able to handle slight deviations, but major desync was only solvable by a system reset. She didn’t need it.

 

Heather got what she’d come for and then some. She enjoyed her life as a mother and wife. She just needed–more. Luckily, Audric and the many paramours to follow were just a neuralink away.

 

Heather stood up from the bed and ached as though she’d just run several miles. *I should go for a run,* Heather thought. *It’d clear my head.*

 

She tossed her plain and faded sleep shirt into the hamper as she patted down the wetness between her legs. She donned a pair of running shorts and looked at her aging body in the mirror. Perhaps forty was supposed to be the new twenty, but she had just lived inside her young self’s body. Her breasts sagged a bit, she no longer had abs of steel. Her butt was still pretty great. She wasn’t *that* bad to look at. She nodded contentedly and slipped on her sports bra. Heather ached for more adventure.

 

As she touched her hand to the doorway, she took a deep breath.

 

Maybe she’d go to Egypt next. Jago and his plantation on the banks of the Nile were almost as scintillating as Audric had been in Monaco.

 

She could hardly wait.

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