Our last working day

We woke from a deep and satisfied sleep, realising that we had another day of work ahead at the Library, and then my assignment would be finished. I was scheduled to fly back to London overnight the following evening.

We cuddled and stroked each other fondly, as we discussed “what happens next?”

Of course, we had to return to the Bibliotheque to complete our work, but we thought it best if we arrived separately, to avoid any speculation amongst Lise's colleagues. So we dressed and, after a passionate kiss and cuddle, I left her apartment, wondering how it was that I had tied and fucked a willing young French girl, young enough to be my daughter. It was not something I could ever have imagined happening.

I arrived at the reception desk as before, but when Lise strode confidently in. I could not believe how beautiful she was — and how had that not registered with me before?

I did think she was dressed a little more sexily today, and her hair was down, but when I studied her approaching, she was wearing the same black tailored suit as before. I was just seeing her in a different light, I think, though her smile may have been broader today, and the sway of her hips more exaggerated. She could easily have been a catwalk model, the way she placed her feet as she walked towards me.

She gently took my hand to lead me up to the secure room we had used yesterday, where she had already placed the document we were studying. I tried not to touch her in public, but as we entered the room. My hand did drop to cup her ass and usher her inside.

Once there, we could relax, but we had a decision to make — work or play?

We agreed that work had to come first, before we did!

Partly, that was out of obligation to our respective contracts, but we were also conscious that this 'secure room' was not a dark and dingy cell, as described in some of de Sade's writings, but was an ultra-modern space, equipped with coded door-locks, security cameras blinking their red LED's, and most daunting of all, one complete wall of glass, overlooking the reception hall.

So we settled alongside each other as before, and Lise's thigh pressed against mine. As we studied the written descriptions of the sexual exploitation of Justine by multiple libidinous French monks, I could feel her arousal building.

Her hand dropped to my thigh again, but this time, my hand also found its way to her thigh, and I stroked the black silk stocking which emerged from her knee-length skirt.

She looked me in the eye as she read out loud, in her soft French accent, the most sexually explicit accounts of Justine being penetrated by numerous enormous cocks, while she was bound and helpless. Her heavy breath was laden with the scent of French Vanilla, billowing over me like a cloud of drug-laden smoke.

This had the obvious effect on me, which her roaming hand discovered very quickly, but then she half-lifted herself from her chair and carefully wriggled the hem of her skirt upwards, to grant my hand greater access to her. She glanced up, acutely aware of the blinking surveillance camera pointed in our direction, but had calculated that what happened below desk level would not be visible.

However, the glass wall posed a different level of problem! We sat facing it, and the reception lobby was busy with people coming and going about their business. Few of them glanced upwards, but if they had done, they would have had clear sight of our hands exploring each other under the desk.

I was surprised to find that I found this an exciting prospect. If we were noticed and reported, no doubt “security” officials would be sent to intervene? Or would everyone just enjoy the impromptu show on video?

I asked Lise what she thought, and she laughed. “I'm sure your cock would be a welcome sight to the female staff down there — perhaps even to some of the men?”

So we simply agreed to keep working as best we could, and see what developed. As long as we were not recorded on the security cameras, Lise seemed unconcerned.

As the antique texts got hotter and hotter, though, so did we. Lise's hand unbuttoned my fly, pulled my briefs aside, and allowed my hard cock to emerge into view. My hand slid higher up her silky thigh, to find her stocking top and the suspender clasp securing it. I considered undoing it, but Lise whispered, “Try reaching a little further, Simon!”

When my hand passed her stocking top, and reached the softness of her milky thighs, I groaned with the memories of licking and fingering her last night. As my fingers crawled slowly, but inexorably higher, I was surprised to find that beneath her businesslike black suit, she wore no panties today! Lise had clearly come to work with a plan.

“God, Lise,” I said, “we have work to do! There's nothing I'd like better than to bend you over this desk right now, and fuck you hard, even if it is clearly seen by reception, and even recorded by security, but we have to be realistic about this!”

“I agree,” said Lise, “but we can't just ignore this, can we?” and she stroked gently up the full length of my hard cock, now exposed beneath the table. “It won't just go away now, will it! I think it would be best if I gave you some relief, so that you can concentrate on your work again... don't you?”

What could I say? I put my elbows on the desk and held my head in my hands, while Lise slipped to her knees beneath the desk. She was hidden from the cameras, but not from any staff or visitors in the reception lobby below.

I sat back and relished the physical thrills of Lise's attention to my cock and the mental thrill of potentially being on display to the world below, whether anyone noticed us or not.

I could not SEE anything happening beneath the desk. In some ways that enhanced the occasion, like being blindfold, because I could only focus on the pure physical sensations. At the same time, knowing that I might be “on display” was an encouragement to “perform” for an unknown audience as well as for Lise's pleasure.

I felt like an anonymous pornstar on show to the world!

I relished every suck and swirl of her tongue around my cock, and every stroke and squeeze of my balls as they filled with cum. Her hands roamed up and down my thighs, up and down my belly, and eventually up and down my cock, while she held the head firmly inside her mouth and sucked deeply on it.

Her head was pressed up against the underside of the table, holding me inside her mouth, and her hands began to stroke down the shaft, one after the other, from her tightly clasped lips downwards, to press against my balls. I could not stay quiet forever, and began to groan more and more loudly as my climax approached.

I thought that if the security guards were watching, although blind to the events below the desk top, they might be prompted to call for an ambulance, thinking that I was in the throes of a heart attack!

As my climax did approach, I had to reach below the desk to hold Lise's head still, clasping the palms of my hands over her ears, and trying to thrust myself more deeply inside her mouth. She was in complete control, though, and as she felt the cum pulsing up my shaft, she squeezed and massaged my cock with her tongue and jaws.

As soon as the cum began to spurt into her mouth, she stopped still and concentrated on swallowing every drop, in one gulp after another. She would not allow my cock to leave her until she had sucked every last drop from me, and I had begun to soften in her mouth. I was shaking in my chair throughout this time, my hands clasped together above the desktop now, as I released her head from my grip. I'm sure that I made loud, indecipherable noises, nonsense words spilling out with my cum.

Finally, I felt Lise tuck my cock back inside my briefs, and re-button me. She emerged from beneath the desk, her face flushed with excitement, and kissed me deeply. I tasted the spicy combination of my own cum and her saliva, salty and sweet, mixing with the scent of her French Vanilla perfume. It was a heady brew, all in all.

Our breathing and heart rate returned slowly to normal, and I confided my thought about security perhaps calling for an ambulance. That amused her greatly, but she also confided that she thought we might have been observed by a friend of hers, working at the reception area below. She could not be sure how much had been visible, but she felt a fixed stare focused on her from below, burning into the back of her skull.

We recovered enough to continue our work for another hour or two, before I decided that the task was as complete as it was going to be. Lise had become aroused by the texts again, as she translated the explicit descriptions of the forced double penetration of Justine.

She groaned as she said how she would love that, but I could only apologise that, like all men, I only had the one cock. That would be completely at her service this evening, but it would still be only one!

At the end of the afternoon, Lise gathered the manuscripts for the last time, and led me down to the reception area, to say a public goodbye, though knowing that we would meet again at her apartment that evening.

As she signed me out of the visitor's book, she chatted in French with her friend Chloe, and it became obvious to me, from the earnest but amused tone of the conversation, that Chloe had in fact observed some of Lise's performance under the desk.

With my limited grasp of French, Chloe seemed to have been fascinated by what she had seen, and had felt somewhat aroused, but I could not understand all the details of their conversation. All I knew was that Chloe flashed her dark eyes at me, and flushed slightly as she smiled and said, “Bonsoir, Monsieur!”

As I left, Lise breathed into my ear, “Eight o'clock, then Simon!” and turned back to Chloe for more chat.

Our second private encounter

When I arrived this time, Lise was well-prepared for action, but she wanted to know what my preferred position was; I admitted that the “doggie” position was a great favourite because it allowed me the fullest depth of penetration, complete control, and the added stimulation of seeing my own glistening cock sliding in and out of a juicy pussy.

She moaned her approval, and asked what my views were on anal sex. I explained, honestly, that it was not my preference; I had once hurt a girl in that act, and I had been inhibited about it ever since, as I had no wish to inflict pain on anyone.

Lise understood completely, and did not try to persuade me otherwise, but she did remind me how aroused she had been earlier, by the thought of simultaneous vaginal and anal penetration, as described in de Sade. It was clearly something she would have liked to enact if possible.

She went to her bedroom, to prepare the scene, and returned wearing the Velcro cuffs around her wrists and ankles again. “Simon,” she said, “would you blindfold me this time, too? And if you want to take me from behind, that would be very exciting for me too!”

Having experienced her oral attentions, virtually blind, I now understood the appeal of focusing on the sense of touch alone, heightened by the limitation of the other senses. I readily agreed.

She opened her silk gown and let it fall to the floor again, taking my hand to lead me back into her bedroom. I marveled again at her beauty, and followed meekly behind her, as her perfect round ass rocked side to side in front of me.

She showed me her preparations today. There were still ties available from each corner of the bed, a selection of soft, colourful silk scarves, a blindfold, and beside the bed an array of dildos, vibrators and a selection of lubes.

As she undressed me again, she said, “All this is at your disposal, Simon, as am I, to use however you wish. I know you want to take me from behind, and you know how excited I was by our readings today. I am entirely in your hands from now on!”

I was a little uncertain how to proceed, but I began by asking her to kneel on the bed, then drop to all fours. I sat alongside her, admiring the way her breasts swayed beneath her, and I took the opportunity to cup them in my hands and play with her erect nipples, already standing proud.

I gave her a playful slap on the ass, which made her gasp, and said, “I think you'd like to be blindfold this time, wouldn't you, Lise!” She simply nodded and bit her lip as she pouted at me.

First, I fitted the ties to her wrists, pulling them tight to each side of the bed, so that she was stretched apart, and her head down on the bed. Then, I fitted the blindfold tightly, but ensured that she was comfortable. My cock was hard and erect, and to me, felt bigger and harder than ever before; this was such an unusual experience for me, but it clearly aroused my passions to a new height, I thought.

I had not tied her ankles, and thought I might tease her awhile, in the darkness of her blindfold. I walked around the bed touching her body randomly from different directions.

It occurred to me that she would not be able to tell how many of me there were, if I touched her from different angles and in different ways, some firm, some soft, sometimes with the palm of the hand and sometimes with fingertips. I added my mouth to this variety, kissing her body at random points- her thigh, her back, her shoulders, her ass, and even crouching to lick her hanging breasts. Sometimes the kiss became a lick, a suck, even a gentle nip of the teeth.

All of this aroused her very, very much. Her legs were untethered, so she was able to move quite freely, until I placed myself squarely behind her, and held her hips tight.

“Do you want me to fuck you now, Lise?” I asked.

In answer, she pressed her ass back hard against my erect cock, which slid up and down between the cheeks of her ass, as I pressed them together around myself. I withdrew from contact altogether, and simply asked, “Where do you want me, Lise?”

“I want you everywhere, Simon,” she cried, “I want you in my mouth, in my hands, between my breasts, in my pussy, in my ass! And all at the same time!”

I laughed and said, “I told you before, Lise, I only have one cock! But I will do what I can for you.”

I stepped back and her head moved side to side. I think she was trying to hear where I was, and anticipate where I might touch her next — and with what! It was clearly exciting her beyond belief and I took a few moments before I did touch her again.

While I waited, I assessed the range of vibes and lubes provided, and formed a plan.

I selected a vibe which was similar in length to me, though slimmer, and she heard me switch it on, though it buzzed only quietly. She jolted when I first touched the back of her thigh with it, then tracked it upwards on each side, from the crease behind her knee, to her shaking ass cheeks, then down between them and between her legs, to tease her dripping pussy lips apart, and back down the inside of her thigh.

I moved it away, but she could still hear the insistent buzzing.

She jumped in shock, I think, when I first probed along the length of her pussy lips with the head of my cock, sliding from back to front, making her jump and squeal when it pressed against her exposed clit. She wriggled and squirmed her ass around, trying to capture my cock, so I held her still.

I pressed my cock between her thighs and engaged the head in her vaginal entrance, but my hands resisted her attempts to push back on me. I moved my thighs outside hers then clamped hers tightly together, so that my thick cock was held very firmly, but I could feel her juices running down the shaft. I reached for a silk scarf and used it to tie her thighs together just above the knee, and another to tie her ankles together.

Access to her pussy was now very tightly restricted, and I could only insert myself with great pressure, slowly entering her inch by inch. I was sure from her exclamations that she was enjoying the feelings all this induced in the darkness of her world.

“Fuck my ass, Simon, fuck my ass!” she almost screamed, but I was half inside her cunt now. I reached for a silicon lube spray and she squealed as I parted her cheeks to spray it directly around her puckering asshole. While I continued to slowly force my thick cock inside her pussy, I played the tip of the buzzing vibe around her asshole.

She was tied in a way which made it impossible to affect what happened to her; she was completely at my disposal, and I meant to tease her mercilessly.

Once my cock was fully inside her cunt, my body pressed against her round ass cheeks, and the lubricated vibe buzzed around her hole. Slowly, I now inserted that, in steady steps, and moving it slightly in and out, while keeping my cock still and deeply embedded.

Of course, the vibrations were exciting me too. This was not an experience I had ever had before, and I suspected it was the first time for Lise too.

I began to slowly move my cock in and out of her tightly clamped pussy and simultaneously moved the buzzing vibe more deeply in and out of her ass. She screamed with each in-stroke, and the vibrations of her scream transmitted through her gut, to add to the complex sensations we were both feeling.

I could not delay much longer, and my thrusts became harder, and if possible, deeper, She began to shake throughout her entire body, from her thighs, up through her ass, to her hanging breasts, and she grasped her wrist ties with her clenched fists. The biggest orgasm she had ever had was imminent, and I intended to join her.

I could feel the vibrations of the vibe in her ass stimulating my cock as it squeezed in and out of her clenching cunt, until she finally screamed again, and a torrent of French curses spilled from her mouth.

I rammed into her one more time, and shot my cum deep into her. Pulse after pulse throbbed through my cock, to spurt energetically against her cervix, while her cunt gripped me tight and rippled to suck me dry, it seemed. At that moment, she squirted volumes over us both, and soaked the bed completely.

After a moment or two of “out-of-the-body” experience, we both collapsed in a sticky wet mess of muscle and flesh, and fell to one side. I did have the presence of mind to withdraw the vibe and switch it off, while my softening cock naturally slipped from her soaking wet pussy, followed by a torrent of cum.

I untied the scarves binding her thighs around me, and leaned forwards to unclip her blindfold, and released her wrist ties. We lay side by side in the “spoon” position while we recovered... it took some time, and one or both of us dozed on and off for a considerable time.

When we recovered ourselves a little we turned face to face and talked. We agreed that that was the most spectacular encounter either of us had ever had, and we couldn't imagine repeating it.

Lise said though, that we could try something different again when we were fully recovered, but first we both needed to shower. We cleaned each other meticulously and went to the clean, dry bed in Lise's spare room to sleep soundly for the full night.

I only had one more day before I had to take the overnight flight home, but Lise clearly had some ideas for a further adventure in the morning. She did not share her thoughts with me, and I drifted off to sleep with my mind spinning with all the possibilities.

Our final private encounter

We woke from our extremely deep sleep, to a bright sunny morning, in the spare room of Lise's apartment.

She raised herself on one elbow, to smile down at me, curls of her long brown hair draping over her breasts, with darker nipples peeping through. I thought what a wonderful shape her breasts were, young and proud, but each with a real sensual weight in the hand.

I asked if she had been happy with last night's encounter, which had led us to abandon the other room, to sleep here comfortably. She assured me that she had enjoyed every moment of it, and that in some ways, my initial reluctance to commit fully to her fantasies had made my final participation even more powerful. She liked that I had found imaginative ways to satisfy us both happily.

She wondered whether I would consider being restrained myself, and committing myself to her hands today.

“I'm sure you would enjoy it, Simon,” she said. “You had a taste of it, so to speak, when you allowed me to suck you off invisibly, under the library desk! Just imagine how it felt to me when you teased my bound and blindfold body last night. I'm sure that you would relish the unpredictable touch of my hands, mouth and body, if you were bound and blindfold; you just have to trust me completely! I would never hurt or harm you... I just want to give you pleasure.”

I nodded my understanding, and assured her that I trusted her, but as a novice in these matters, it was a big step for me. It was one thing to be “in control” but quite a different matter to “be controlled”!

While I pondered, she brought me breakfast in bed. We sat and sipped fresh orange juice, and strong black coffee, before the croissants scattered pastry flakes everywhere. Lise kindly licked up each crumb from my naked chest!

Breakfast over, I agreed to a light bondage experience, putting my trust in Lise, just as she had done in me.

We were in her spare bedroom now, and this bed was not fully equipped with anchor points, so she went back to the main bedroom, and returned with a bundle of long silk scarves and the blindfold. This bed had a metal frame, top and bottom.

“These will be gentle on you, Simon,” she said, looping a scarf around each wrist and each ankle. She threw back the duvet, and asked me to lie flat on my back on the mattress. When I did, she quickly tied each ankle to the lower bedposts, stretching my legs apart.

She crawled up between my thighs, and slowly drew her warm, naked body over the firm erection I now displayed. “Mmm, Simon,” she said, “you will have to wait a while before I release you, in every sense!”

Then she tied the silk scarves on my wrists to the upper bedposts, now stretching my arms apart, to make my body an open star. I realised that I was completely helpless and she could now do whatever she wished to me. It was a little frightening, even though I trusted her implicitly, and I began to appreciate the feelings she must have felt the night before.

Next she slipped the blindfold over my eyes, and that made an enormous difference. I was now completely isolated from the world, except by my senses of hearing, smell, touch, and (I suppose) taste. I could only move in a very limited way, and I was in complete darkness.

Just as I had done the night before, she touched, licked, blew upon and kissed my body in random ways. It was an excruciating feeling of anticipation, waiting to feel what touch would come next, and where.

I felt her fingers, and sometimes her fingernails, stroke my thighs and arms. I felt her erect nipples draw shapes on my chest and belly. I felt her tongue trace a wet trail around my own erect nipples, and her wet lips kiss my belly.

At no point did she grasp my throbbing hard cock, though I imagined her admiring the pulsing veins and swollen head. I was sure that at one point, she traced a vein all the way down the shaft with the edge of a sharp fingernail, then teased my tight balls.

Suddenly, it seemed like I was alone for a minute or two, but then I caught the distinct spicy scent of sexual arousal, and of Lise's perfume. It seemed to be coming from above me, and slowly getting stronger.

There was a moist warmth approaching my face too, and the scent got stronger and stronger; it was Lise, hovering her pussy over my face, I was sure. So it proved, when the first touch of her wet pussy lips reached my lips, and the familiar taste and arousing scent became overwhelming.

It was very strange not to be able to see what was right in front of my face! I was very accustomed to giving oral, but usually I was in charge in those circumstances, teasing and pleasing my partner. Now I only had my lips and tongue at my disposal, and Lise was in control of exactly where I could reach, and exactly what pressure I could exert. In some ways, it relieved me of responsibility and I relaxed with that thought in my mind.

Lise lowered herself over me so that my tongue could now reach her wet pink pussy lips, and lick along them; I soon realised that she was facing the head of the bed, and my tongue swept up from her vagina towards her clit. I heard her groan, and she moved to press her clit down to my mouth. I needed no second invitation to lick and suck enthusiastically, but she grasped my head in both hands and pressed me even harder against herself.

She began to move back and forth on my mouth, her juices dripping now, and smearing over my face. I decided that she was approaching her climax, and so it was. She pressed down on me so forcefully that for a moment I feared I would be suffocated as she ground her pussy over my face — I had time to wonder what “cause of death” would be registered!

As her noisy climax passed, she lifted herself from me and moved down slightly, to straddle my chest. I could feel the dripping wetness of her splayed pussy lips spread against my chest and slide downwards towards my eager cock.

Unable to touch myself and untouched by Lise, my cock had been left to fend for itself while she satisfied herself with my oral attention. It must have become, I thought, swollen beyond belief! I could not see it, nor touch it, but it felt to me, bigger and harder than ever. When Lise admired me, it confirmed my thoughts, and my cock twitched in expectation of relief.

She slid her wet open pussy down to my belly, and I sighed as I felt the swollen head touch her wet pussy lips. She moved lower and wriggled — I was not sure whether she was teasing me, or trying to engage my cock in her vagina. I did not care, because suddenly it was locked in place, but only the head was gripped by her youthful cunt.

I felt her move back, forcing my cock into a vertical pose, and I could only wait for her to thrust down onto me. I was unable to move more than a slight angling of my hips. She waited though... and waited... and waited, until I could have screamed with frustration.

Then, instead of the forceful thrust I had somehow expected, she slowly lowered herself, inch by inch, onto me. As she did so, she said, “Mon Dieu, Simon, you are so thick today, and as hard as steel! It feels like you will split me apart if I am not gentle.”

When she finally squatted fully down on my belly, the thick base spread her wide.

She did not thrust up and down, but rotated her hips against me, grinding her clit against me and massaging her cervix with the head. She danced on my cock until neither of us could bear it any longer, and I said, “I have to cum, Lise!”

“Yes!” she shouted, “Cum, Simon, cum up inside me while I milk you...”

She pressed her hands on my belly, and squeezed my cock with her vaginal muscles, until we both shouted with the release of orgasm. As she felt the cum pumping, she made just one full-length lift and then thrust down hard onto me, shaking and shivering, quivering and quaking, on top of my pulsing cock.

I felt her fall forwards onto me, her pert breasts pressing against my chest, and her whole body trembled, while my cock completed its mission, and began to subside.

We stayed locked together like that for a considerable time, her head resting against mine. She said, “Thank you, Simon, that was wonderful!”

I could only grin and agree, and she carefully removed my blindfold. I had to blink at the relatively bright light, which temporarily blinded me, until I saw Lise's beautiful face beside mine. I could not release my arms to embrace her, and when I asked her to, she seemed reluctant.

“I think you have another fuck left in you Simon,” she said. “Let's wait a little while until that magnificent cock of yours recovers. When it does, I think I will be able to ride you again, and this time you can watch!”

Of course, she was right, and I soon felt the pressure rising again, as she stroked my cock with one fingertip, spreading our mixed juices up and down the shaft.

“I know you said you liked to see your own cock slip in and out of me when you fucked me from behind,” said Lise, “so I thought I'd treat you to that view again, but this time with me in control!” She pressed a pillow under my head, to give me a more comfortable angle to view down my own body.

I understood instantly, and she turned her back on me as she straddled my belly.

I could see, of course, but I was still restrained by the silk ties. She grasped my cock again and stroked me firmly, until I was rock hard again.

“Mmm,” she said, “I think you will be able to last a very long time this time, Simon! You certainly don't 'cum and go' like most younger men anyway, but I think this could be a real marathon! Are you ready for me to ride my stallion?”

I nodded silently, but in truth I felt physically drained already, and Lise was aiming to wring the very last drops from me, I thought. I resolved to relax and enjoy the scene before me, and the sensations I was about to feel.

My cock was certainly hard again, and being able to see it held firmly pointing up between her thighs, and her beautiful round ass poised to lower itself onto me, was an added aphrodisiac.

She leant her body forward, her hands pressing down on the bed between my wide-stretched thighs, so there was great tension between the angle of my cock and the angle of her cunt. That only served to heighten the friction between us, and enhance the pleasure we felt from each slow full-depth stroke, even though her pussy was lubricating the action generously.

I felt somewhat detached, though, as if I was now watching a porn video, even though it was myself I was viewing. I simply let Lise ride up and down on me to her heart's content, as fast or as slow as she wished, as gently or as hard as she wished. I let her use me as her toy, in effect.

She continued for what seemed an age, grunting and squealing with a combination of physical effort and, I thought, pleasure. It took a little while for me to feel the build-up of cum again, though my cock was rock hard, and it was only when she began to demand that I cum and cum soon, that I returned from my daze to focus again.

Lise shouted louder and louder, looking back over her shoulder with a flushed face and reddened body; she had had a better workout than any gym or yoga session could have offered, but it seemed she was approaching exhaustion now.

I watched in a fog of mixed emotions and sensations as my shining cock disappeared into Lise's wet cunt time and time again, her ass slapping down onto my belly harder and harder.

Finally, she froze still and screamed. The convulsions of her body around my cock forced me to cum again, though less generously than before, I felt. She had literally fucked me dry, like a sexual vampire, and had also fucked herself to exhaustion.

She collapsed between my thighs, her ass raised high to lift off me, then slowly revolved to lie alongside me, nuzzling against the side of my head.

“Simon,” she said, “I think I shall keep you here forever, tied to the bed in my spare room, just to be used whenever I feel the need! That would be delightful, and so much more satisfying than a vibe or dildo. You are a remarkable man.”

I swelled with pride, but reminded her that I had a plane to catch this evening, and said that she had better untie me soon, so that I could get to the bathroom! She giggled, and said, “Bien sûr, mon étalon!” then deftly untied my bonds.

I had to leave to pack and check out of my hotel by noon, then arrive at the airport with several hours to waste before the flight. It is not unusual now to spend more time trapped in an airport “lounge” (or cesspit?) than in an airless tin box hurtling through the sky! Travelling is not the pleasure it once was.

Lise wanted to accompany me, but I felt that airport farewells were always unsatisfactory, and it would be much better to say our farewell in her apartment, where we had had such good times. She agreed, but was clearly unhappy.

When I was prepared to go, we faced each other for the final time, and it was clear that she was holding back tears.

We hugged face-to-face, and she wriggled her hips against me. I thanked her for introducing me to practices outside of my “comfort zone”. There were some I would very happily repeat, and some I would prefer to avoid, but it had been a very satisfying and educational trip.

She asked if we might ever meet again. We both knew it was unlikely, of course, but nothing is impossible, and online “meetings” would most certainly happen. We kissed very deeply and passionately before we finally parted. One day, perhaps, we would meet again and rekindle the embers of our affair, to create another fierce affair.

Just before I left, she ran back to the spare room and returned with a silk scarf. She had already drenched it in her perfume, but she pressed it between her thighs, and against her still-damp pussy. It now retained all the scents of our sexual adventures.

She looped it loosely around my neck and said, “Never forget me, Simon!” as she kissed me goodbye.

I would not.