Friday, March 13
I am sitting with my Samsung tablet in a beautiful room in London, taking pictures of you sleeping, with that idiot smile on your face. I smile too, remembering yesterday.
Thursday, March 12
"So, this is it, Mary. Tell me what you think?" You stopped the car waiting for my answer.
"I like this place. And the water, is it the Thames?"
You laughed and said, "No, no, It's the Wenlock Basin. Just love the tranquility here, and we are only a few minutes from the City."
I just smiled at you, admiring this urban development filled with dashing boutiques and exotic restaurants. Your appartment was just at the corner of the street.
"I can't believe I know a man who lives in a penthouse!" I said without thinking.
You rolled your brown eyes with a smirk on your lips, "Wait until you see the view from the 8th floor. It's outstanding at night. Can't wait to bend you over on the balcony thrusting your tight little pussy with the City skyline behind us.”
My eyes widened, my cheeks went crimson red, and you leaned over, and brushed your lips on mine. We drove again for one minute or so to your private parking. You opened the door for me, took my luggage and asked, "You have with you a few bricks to hit me if I am not a gentleman, or what?"
"Hell yes," I replied and went back to my silent self. Walking to the building, the silence between us felt a bit awkward since we had just met for the first time, even though, we talked to each other for about six months on Lush.
We went through the entry hall to the elevator, hand in hand. You pushed the button. The door opened, and closed behind us. You placed yourself behind me, nibbling my earlobe and kissing my neck, down my jawline. In this tiny place, you looked taller, your black hair turned almost blue in the dim light, like a crow, I thought to myself. I felt your hardened cock brushing at my thigh. This was unbearable.
The elevator door on the 8th floor opened before us. We stepped outside. In front of your door, my legs felt like Jell-O. I was glad to know I could soon have his couch to sit on, and get a hold of myself.
You roughly pushed me inside your apartment, and slammed the door like a mad man, leaving the luggage in the hallway, "Fuck the luggage,” you hissed between your teeth. Then you pressed your lips on mine, crushing them, devouring them with so much lust. I moved my tongue harshly on yours, and pulled you close with my hands wrapped around your waist. Our kissing, licking and sucking hysteria increased our body heat until we were both burning like a furnace.
Reluctantly, I broke the kiss and said, "Maybe we can sit on the couch, I am trembling like a leaf."
You looked concerned and you proposed a warm bath instead, "I know you are tired because of your long flight. Time to unwind and enjoy my amazing company for two weeks, Mary."
"You know, I can't still believe I am here with you, touching you, feeling your warmth and..." You silenced me with a hard kiss, darting your tongue deep, running your hands down my back to grab my ass while gazing deep into my eyes with desire.
You led me by the hand upstairs. You showed me your bedroom and bathroom, and left me. I soon heard the water running, so I quickly undressed. I was so eager to relax my muscles. My whole body was aching so much because of the nine-hour flight, and that nasty passenger next to me. After undressing, I looked out the window, smiled at the bright blue sky. There were no clouds in sight. A light breeze caressed my body gently, giving me goose-bumps along my spine. A deep and soft rug under me was very soothing for my swollen feet. A stunning king-size bed with fluffy pillows was begging me to jump on it. I lunged on it like a five-year-old little girl, fluffing the pillows and rolling over, testing how soft the mattress was. I felt so young, so alive, so ready now to turn your world upside-down.
As I looked around, the décor, modern with a splash of 50's, was exquisite. In the corner of the room, a Le Corbusier chair shimmered. Definitely original, it was the star in the room. Near the window, there were two Eiffel chairs, perfect for chit-chat or reading, again all originals. Then, I saw a curvy chair in white leather. Sumptuous, like a work of art. A tantra chair. I blinked, my mind briefly filled with naked bodies, licking, sucking, shouting pleasure through the room. Suddenly, my sore body was crying for help. So I walked in the bathroom, and there you were, soaking in bubbles, wiggling your cock at my stunned face.
"Surprise!" you said, winking at me playfully and, "Welcome to London, sexy little French-Canadian of mine."
You stared at my naked body up and down, licking your lips. Your eyes stopped at my perky breasts with my nipples already hard and erect. Laughing, I lifted a leg to join you in the tub, giving you a peek of my pink pussy lips, already glistening. You groaned and gave me a devilish smile as I sat between your legs and rested my head on your chest with a grin on my face.
As you nibbled and licked my neck, you took a sponge glove and started stroking, gently cleaning, massaging every inch of my body. "Feels so good Todd, please don't stop," I whispered softly.
The warm water swirled around my breasts, down my belly button. Soap was resting on the tip of my nipples. As you pinched them so very lightly, only a gasp escaped my mouth, and I began to sway my hips against your hard cock.
My breathing was now irregular and shallow, just like yours. Your gloved hand continued its journey south. When it reached my tender slit, you decided to remove the glove. You brushed my clit in a circular motion with the flat of your hand, increasing the pace from time to time, making me moan loudly.
"Take me Todd! Make love to me. I want you deep. I am so horny now. Fuck me please!"
You increased the pressure on my throbbing clit. I grabbed your hand and guided you to my pussy, forcing two of your fingers to slide in my pink flesh. You pumped in and out with your fingers eagerly, biting my earlobe while thrusting your digits faster and deeper, in and out, in and out, endlessly.