I paused before hurrying back down the stairs and called my secretary Anne.
“Hi, Anne just letting you know I am in the building, and on my way to the basement about some information I need,” I said.
I headed down the stairs towards the basement. Without knowing why, I began recalling a trip to Paris, arranged by Madeline. She worked in a hotel where my stay had been spoiled. As compensation, I was offered a free stay in a Paris hotel.
When Madeline telephoned me with the arrangements she had said, “Cherie you will be safe in my hands.” I, however, had pictured her hands in compromising positions.
Little did I know how intimate those hands could be. My first realization was when Madeline met me at the airport, following an uneventful flight. She took my hand and surprised me with the strength of her grip.
We went quickly to her car where she bundled me inside it. Brushing her black hair to one side and licking her lips she eased herself into the driver's seat. My wee french maid made off like a rocket, as I gripped the seat and thought of England.
“Tell me what you have planned Madeline,” I said through teeth not quite clenched.
“Cherie I am taking you to the hotel, you will like it. When we get there you will ask for refreshments and perhaps wish to take a shower yes?” replied Madeline
“Yes, will you be coming inside the hotel to inspect it?”
“Ha certainly there will be some inspection, I would not wish to be disappointed later,” Madeline said, as she raced across a roundabout without slowing down.
Praying there would be a later, I replied, “Madeline you are being very secretive about the plans for the weekend”
Stroking my leg in a playful yet suggestive way she said to me, “But of course secrecy gives a frisson of excitement, intrigue, and passion are so irresistible don't you think?”
Almost before I could breathe, we squealed to a halt outside a smart boutique hotel. I grabbed my travel case and we went inside. Madeline spoke briefly to the receptionist, who handed her an envelope and smiled at me.
“Come along,” said Madeline.
I walked with her to the lift, and when we were inside she said, “Just now, in this elevator, there will be no little games”
Looking at her, I could see her eyes sparkle with mischief. Her breasts strained against her white blouse and I imagined sweet dark nipples stiff with desire.
We reached the designated floor and linking my arm, Madeline escorted me to room 501. Inside the room was spacious and elegantly furnished with period furniture of the 1940s. The dark wood was a pleasing contrast to the modern textiles and fittings. I set the luggage down on the large and comfortable bed.
Arms folded around her, I took in the fragrant sensuality. With her body pressed against mine, she traced my lips with her finger. Slowly and gently she followed the contours of the face. This felt tender and made the skin tingle in response. Reaching down I pushed her pelvis into mine, squeezing the succulent roundness of her derriere at the same time.
There were murmurs of appreciation and our embrace turned into a passionate deep loving kiss. A french one naturally. We both tugged at the obstructive clothes and fell onto the bed as the kiss went on and on. Pausing, eventually, for breath, we locked eyes. The smoldering sensuality on her face held my attention. Hands reached out to the buttons on her blouse, and I opened them one by one.
Madeline sat up, allowing her small firm breasts to reveal themselves to my lustful stare. Under my admiring gaze, she rose and removed all her clothing. Madeline began caressing her body, eyes closed. Starting with slow movements on her breasts, her fingers caressed the rest of her body.
Opening her eyes and looking deeply into mine, she asked me, “Do you like?”
“Yes, I like very, very much,” I replied.
At this Madeline removed my clothes, throwing them to the floor with a flourish. Sitting astride me she massaged my chest. Gradually this moved upwards to my shoulders, and down the full length of my arms. I was relaxed stimulated and completely trapped under the female form. Madeline seemed to see this and pressed herself against me harder.
“Cherie I want to make love to you” Madeline whispered in a voice full of sexual intent.
Leaning forward she kissed me deeply and passionately. Her tongue searching mine explained in an ancient carnal language her physicality. Her pelvis pressed down harder as I squeezed her tits. Brushing her stiff nipples with my palms brought forth moans of pleasure.
Madeline gyrated her hips pressing them against my stiff prick.