It’s a beautiful day. The light breeze is cool but comfortable on your skin. The sun’s warmth feels wonderful as a counterbalance upon your face.
You’re looking out across the garden that seems to extend as far as the eye can see. Your lovely sun dress moves gently, in the wind.
“It’s almost as lovely as you”. The voice startles you. It’s a man’s voice. One you recognize but you were so deep in thought. You’re a million miles away.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I thought you heard me coming”. In a low voice, standing beside you, overlooking the garden.
“Versailles is amazing, no?” I ask.
A smile forms upon your lovely face.
“What were you thinking? Anything I should be concerned about?”
My question is a playful one.
“Only if we don’t make it to the top of the Eiffel Tower”. You turn to me and giggle a bit.
“We have time,” I reply. “This place is stunning. So ornate. So much hand crafted. So much history.”
“Did you see all you wanted to see or have you missed anything? Or do you want to take another look at anything?” I ask.
“I think I’ve seen it all”.
“So,” I eek out. “What was on your mind? You were quite intense.” I’m genuinely interested in your reply.
“I was just wondering how my boys might like this. That and how long it must take to maintain the gardens.”
“You should see Fountainbleu”
My reply is quick and with a smile.
“So, shall we? Back to the bus to take us in to town”. I hold out my hand to walk us back. We climb aboard a nice but common looking tour bus, find out seats and settle in for the hour ride.
It’s unusually, empty. About 40% filled. There are literally, empty seats all around us for about 2 rows in all directions.
“That was so beautiful” you gush. “This is a nice trip. The plane tickets were so cheap.” Your excitement level is increasing. “Thank you for thinking about this trip, David.” Your smile says so much. I can tell it’s been a nice few days.
The bus lurches forward a bit and begins our trip back to the meeting spot in Paris.
“So, what’s been you favorite part, so far?” I ask.
“Hmm”. You pause for a moment to contemplate.
“Seeing the city from the air as we landed. It really shows just how expansive this city is.” A thoughtful reply.
“I figure we’ll be back in front of the hotel in about an hour. That will put us at 5ish. Do you still want to see the Arch du Triumph? It really is something to behold at night.” I inquire. “But if you’re too tired we can go to dinner straight away or just back to the flat, make a light dinner then get some sleep. Your choice.”
You give it a couple beats then say, “The Arch, please.”
“Excellent!” I reply. “There’s a surprise you’ll see”. A smile is now extended across my face. I lean it for a soft kiss that you happily return.
We chat as the bus rumbles along and the time whittles away. Before we now it we are at the bus pickup/drop off point.
We walk the 4 blocks from the hotel to the Arch, get the tickets, climb the what feels like infinite stairs and then step out to a view that rivals Versailles but with a scenery of lights. Dusk has all but ended and we’re grateful as we catch our breath from the climb up Mt. Olympus.
We walk the perimeter to take in the full view. “It is almost as breathtaking as those freakin’ stairs” I say sarcastically. You laugh but don’t take your eyes off the view.
Then I walk you to the West side. “Just watch. It could take a few minutes but keep watching”. I step behind you, slip my hand around your lovely hips and snuggle up to your back. “Keep watching” I whisper.
Just then the Eiffel Tower begins to twinkle.
“A light net was installed a few years ago. Incredible, no?”
“Beautiful”. You say.
“Well, not as beautiful as you” I whisper and slide my hands forward to pull you in.
I release my embrace after a few seconds. You turn, look in to my eyes, lift my glasses up, place your hands on my hips and lean in for a kiss. My hands are on your waist but quickly find themselves cradling your face. Our kiss is passionate and soft, simultaneously.
Our embrace ends with us looking at one another.
“Hungry, kitten?” I ask in a lower tone and volume.
“Yes. I’ll have a double-helping of you. And for dessert, I’ll have some cream pie.” The devilish smile on your face gives me an instant erection. My underwear suddenly, feel tight.
The trip back to the flat is a blur. I barely remember to tube trip.
We just get in the door and you have me pinned to the wall. Tonight, you’re in charge. The kisses are intense. Our tongues intertwine and retreat. My cock is hard as steel, now.
“You, mister, better listen to me tonight or you’ll be in biiiiiig trouble. Do I make myself clear?” Your eyes are locked on mine. Your intensity is clear. Your lust is palpable. My thirst for you is almost overpowering. But I’ll listen to you, kitten. I like when you take charge. But we both know the tables will turn and your punishment for the coup will be a serious tongue lashing followed by a deep stuffing.
Before we know it our clothes are strewn across the floor. Our bodies are one. As Shakespeare had described, “the beast with two backs”. You’re lying on top. My hands are feeling your amazing ass. Then sliding up your back and go on a return trip down.
You suddenly and unexpectedly, stop our passionate kiss and embrace.
“I don’t want you eat me. I don’t want you to finger me. I’m going to put a rubber on you and I’m going to put your cock in me. Am I perfectly clear?!?” Your tone is stern. Your demeanor is firm. Your resolve is evident.
You reach for said condom on the nightstand, open it and roll it on. It feels so good to me as you do., so You straddle me. With a firm grip you grab the base of my cock and guide it in to your waiting and welcoming pussy.
I sit up and you begin to slowly grind your clit against my pubic bone.
Your delicious breasts are at the perfect height for me to begin sucking. First the left. Then the right. I spend numerous seconds on each to be sure neither feels neglected.
You begin rocking on me. Sending my cock in deeper as this position significantly, restricts depth.
On this pass of your breasts I gently bite your nipple. I hear your breath of pleasure and pain.
I then repeat the tongue and mouth dance on the other side with the same reaction.
It feels so good to be inside of you.
My hands and arms are holding you, tight. You feel my passion and lust for you.
Then, without warning, the power balance turns. I shift our weight and roll us on to your back. I’m still buried inside of you.
You see a sinister smile on my face. It’s a look you know is going to lead to your orgasm. It always does.
I pull my cock out of you.
I slide down to have my face perfectly placed at your Pussy. I move my hands beneath your ass cheeks, grab them for the pending ride and begin tasting your delicious pussy.
I carefully begin tracing the outer edges of your labia. I hear a small inhalation giving me the idea you’re enjoying it. I continue the tracing for a few moments before I move to the labia minora. The inner labia. I enjoy exploring every crevasse and fold. As do you. Then, I begin to encircle but careful to not touch your now, very swollen clit. Clitty cat is just begging for attention.
I oblige by lightly and slowly grazing my tongue over her. Your inhale again. Deeply. “Oooooooooh. That feels soooo good. Don’t stop.” You whisper.
Again, I oblige. Each pass of my tongue causes waves of euphoria to wash over you.
“Yessss. That feels wonderful”. Another purr from your throat as I continue my tongue lashing.
Your reach down with both hands to run your fingers through my hair and simultaneously, press my face in to your vulva.
I respond in kind by increasing my grip intensity of your hips. I’m going to ride this bucking bronco until I wear her out. I’m buckling in as I know the hip action is about to start.
I move from the slow clit grazing to sucking your clit. This is nothing you’ve had before and you respond with surprise. I hear a gasp. Your body stiffens.
I release clitty, raise my head and ask if you’re ok.
“I don’t know what you’re doing but that is fantastic.” Your voice is breathy but has a sound of delight. I return to my task.
Then I make a subtle adjustment that you can’t identify but respond to with an outburst of delight. “OH! THAT’S INCREDIBLE!”
Your body begins to stiffen. Your breathing is getting more shallow. Your grip on my head is like a vice.
My sucking intensity and grip remain unassailable.
You hold your breath.
Your body is rigid.
My sucking and special action is unceasing.
Time all but stands still. You hear no sound. Pleasure at an intensity you’ve not experienced is beginning to rush forth with the force of a tsunami.
Then the floodgates open. You take a deep breath. Your first in what feels like hours. And you feel nothing but sensations of pleasure beyond your ability to describe.
After another few moments your body begins to relax. You release my head. You begin panting as you catch your breath.
I release your clit, pull my head back a bit and look up at you. Your eyes are closed as you continue to feel the euphoria and intensity of the orgasm.
Your vulva is still contracting indicating the orgasm is continuing.
I carefully extricate myself, wash up and return to see an Angel in bed.
I’m admiring the vision before me as you lie there. Then I notice you’re looking at me. Your face shows a bit of confusion. Then I notice where you’re focusing. I quickly look down to see the condom beginning to slide off due to a lack of an erection to fill it.
I look back up with a smile. “I was concentrating on you. Call it single-mindedness”. I give a little chuckle then a wink. “No problem. There’s more where that came from. “ followed by another wink.
“Well, I have a few ideas how we can wake the little tike up” you say with a smile.
“Ouch. ‘Little?’ As a guy, please allow me to enlighten you to the notion most men aren’t very fond of hearing their penis referred to as, ‘Little’. It’s unsettling and soul-crushing.” I say this as my hands are now, firmly planted on my hips and I have one raised eyebrow.
You let out a big laugh with the following as you try to hide a smile during your reply, “my apologies. Your ginormous cock seems to have shrunk to something that looks like a dick but only smaller.”
We both bust out laughing.
I turn, grab a bit of tissue paper, remove the condom with it and drop it in to the trash can. I return to bed and snuggle up with you.
“How do you feel? How was that?” I ask.
“It was wonderful.” You reply with a genuine smile.
“Now, let’s see what we can do about you and….the ‘shrunken anaconda’.” We both laugh as I roll my eyes.
You begin rubbing my chest and using your nails. It feels so good. I roll on to my back and you sidle up next to me, again. You continue scratching with your nails.
Then, to my pleasant surprise you begin to kiss my chest. A few kisses later you begin moving up to my lips where we embrace in a very passionate kiss. I love how your tongue feels in my mouth. So soft yet, so strong. I enjoy the sensuality of the moment. I move my hand to you cradle your head, gently. You are such an incredible woman.
After what seems like a kiss that lasted for hours we retract our tongues and break our lip contact. Again you run your nails along my chest. And you hear a throaty sound of enjoyment.
That feels wonderful, Lisa.” Escapes my lips in a whisper.
Then you adjust your position a bit, begin using a nail to flick my left nipple as you kiss, then lightly lick, then softly blow on my right before you begin sucking it.
“Oh, MY! That feels incredible!” I whisper with intensity.
I carefully place my left hand and cradle your head. I gently press you in to my pec to encourage you to suck a bit harder.
“You’re an amazing lover “ I say. Your reply is simply to continue pleasuring me.
The sensations I feel are wonderful. Relaxing. Erotic
After another moment I release my hand. You stop, give a last lick and look at me.
“You know what they say in fractions? What you do to one side you must do to the other”. You give a smile as you say this, shift to my left side and begin to repeat your sexually dynamic Witchery, again.
Another few moments go by. I’m in a state of sexual fog from which I do not want to escape.
As you give a kiss and light lick of my nipple you look down.
“Oh. My! What have we found.” You say with a tone fane surprise and shock.
You look down.
“”Well, what should we do with it?” I ask in an equally fake surprise voice.
“I have a few ideas”. Your look goes from silly to naughty.
“I suddenly feel hungry” you say in a rather hushed, low voice.
I watch as you reposition yourself to be between my legs.
You are lying such that your arms are astride each leg and your breasts rest just above my knee height.
Your gently run your fingers down my shaft.
I inhale swiftly and deeply as the sexual tension builds and the sensation jolts me with delight.
Then you kiss my head. Softly. Slowly.
Followed by a gently yet, very deliberate lick.
Then a swirl of your tongue around the head
I’m watching with intensity.
A vision only mortals could dream of.
You look me in the eyes as you then slide your lips around the head and begin to move down my shaft.
You see my chest collapse as I exhale.
The sensation of your mouth on my cock is indescribably wonderful.
So many physical and emotional sensations are firing at once.
I see you close your eyes. I close mine and rest my neck and head on the pillow.
Then I feel you slowly slide up my shaft. I quickly realize how excited I am. I begin to breath deeply and slowly through my nose. Then slowly through my mouth. I’m staving off my orgasm as you have my arousal so on edge that I must control my instinctive desire to cum.
I release my abdominal muscles and focus on breathing. The urge passes.
I look down to see you slide down the shaft, again. It is the stuff legends are written about.
An incredibly beautiful woman pleasuring me.
“Would you mind biting me, Lisa?” I ask, shyly.
You come up and look at me. Then you release me from your delicious lips.
“Sure. Where and when?” You ask, without flinching.
“About 1/2 way down the shaft or as deep as you’re willing to take me. It’s a kink I have. I was a little embarrassed to ask but figure why not.”
You look down, place my cock back in your mouth, slowly slide down and return to looking at me.
When you come to your stopping point I feel the pressure of your teeth. It’s absolutely decadent.
I ask for a bit more pressure. You oblige.
It feels wonderful. “There. That’s it” I say in a whisper.
“That’s the pressure. Fabulous”.