Super G

by Pepper Pace

  She nodded. “We consider ourselves Midwestern. But Cincinnati is a weird mixture because we’re also Northerners. When slaves escaped the southern states, they would come north to Ohio to seek freedom. So, it feels like a lot of old southern influences as well. Ohio is just a lot of things.”

  He listened in interest. “Are there a lot of black people in Ohio? In Cincinnati?”

  “Yeah, but there are still more white people.”

  She sipped from the bottled water that Gio had packed. “I want to buy something from France to take back as a gift to my best friend and my mom—and of course myself. Is for Marseilles known for something the way Italy is known for olive oil and Spain for olives?”

  “Marseilles is known for their fragrances. When we get to the Centre I will take you to Fragonard parfeumer. Did you ever see a movie called Perfume?” She shook her head. “Well it’s pretty…violent but it takes place in Grasse which is where Fragonard creates their scents.”

  They continued talking with Gio pointing out sights. Sidney didn’t really get a sense of being in a different country. France was just like many of the cities in the U.S.

  They parked and Gio escorted her across the busy street. “Have you ever had gelato?”

  “Just stuff from a carton in a supermarket.”

  “You’re in Europe. You must try our gelato.”

  He took her to a small café where they got one scoop each of the lemon gelato. He paid as she reached for her wallet and she thanked him in appreciation. He wouldn’t take a bite of his until she took her first bite and the moment that the cold tart treat hit her tongue her eyes rolled back in delight.

  He grinned happily. “I told you.”

  “This is so good! Wait, I gotta take a selfie. I want to remember this.”

  “Here. I’ll take a video. Hand me your phone.”

  She did so happily and as they continued, he took video of her walking the streets of Marseilles while he once again played tour guide and pointed out places of interest. They approached a cathedral surrounded by scaffolding and Sidney took the phone so that she could take more pictures.

  “Have you been on a tour of a European cathedral?”

  “Not yet. I am looking forward to touring the Vatican.”

  “Yes. It is good that we are doing this one first, then.” The outside was impressive but cluttered by construction apparatus, so she wasn’t sure what to expect when she entered the stone structure. Immediately, she was blown away by the life size sculptures, the stained-glass windows and the paintings that covered the walls and ceilings.

  The two were quiet, almost solemn as Gio allowed Sidney to admire the beautiful interior of the church. He sat in one of the wooden pews and watched her expression of awe as she took snapshots.

  From there Gio led them down the Quai de la Tourette, a street lined with shops and cafes. Once they reached the perfumery a tall blond woman quickly approached them.

  “Bonjour, Monsieur Anello.”

  “Bonjour. Can you please help my companion with your various offerings.” He chuckled. “I only come for the soap.”

  The sales person’s eyes quickly swept over Sidney who was pretty sure that she still looked good despite the hour worth of walking. The sales person hid whatever thoughts she had formed and offered Sidney a smile.

  “Most certainly, madam. Is there anything that interests you in particular?” The woman’s French accent was a departure from the Spanish accents that she had become accustomed to over the last few days.

  Sidney looked at Gio. “You come for the soap?”

  “Yes. Fragonard has the best soap in the world…in my humble opinion. It is made of olive oil and the ash of French flowers as well as the salt from the nearby sea. It is absolutely amazing. Genevieve, can you please show her the soap?”

  Sidney didn’t miss that Gio knew the woman’s name despite that she wore no nametag. She wondered if they had ever hooked up, and if not, she could easily tell by Genevieve’s expression that she wouldn’t mind it in the least.

  In fact, most everyone looked at him with interest before looking at her in surprise. It didn’t bother her. Gio was gorgeous and she knew it. Even in places where her dark coloring would not be an issue, her being plus size often was.

  But again, she liked her big beautiful body and had no desire to be skinny like Genevieve and others like her. Therefore, she didn’t feel one bit insecure despite the odd and curious looks that were directed at her.

  Genevieve showed her huge bars of soap, most with subtle clean scents. She smelled several before going back to one in particular.

  “This smells good,” she said mostly to herself. Gio had a half smile on his face and just like that it dawned on her. This is the scent that Gio wore. It wasn’t cologne. It was just soap.

  “I want this one.” She said while looking at him and not the sales girl.

  The smile reached the other half of his mouth as they looked at each other. He turned to Genevieve. “Ten bars, please.”

  “Ten?” Sidney asked. “How much is it?”

  “Ten Euros each,” Genevieve replied.

  “It will go on my card,” he said to the sales girl. He then looked at Sidney, “You recognized my scent.”

  “All this time I thought it was cologne.” They just stared at each other. Genevieve moved quickly around them to collect the ten bars of soap. Sidney broke the stare-down and began looking at other things in the shop. She was tingling down low.

  “Lavender is the scent of the season,” Gio whispered into her ear from behind. Her nipples quickly tightened. When she looked at him again she saw that his eyes were darker. He held a small, uncapped glass vial. She sniffed it.

  Her brow arched upward. “You’re right, G. The scents here are topnotch because I don’t usually like lavender or rose. They remind me of they way old teachers smelled when I was a kid in school.” He chuckled. “But this I like a lot.”

  “Yes, old people smell like that here, too.”

  Gio showed her several other soaps, some scented with orange blossom, some with the lavender. But nothing smelled as good as the soap that smelled like Gio.

  When they got to the sales counter, she once again reached for her wallet but Gio stopped her.

  “Please, allow me.”

  “Gio…are you going to pay for everything that I want?” she asked.

  “Gelato and soap are my limits,” he replied. She was laughing so didn’t stop him from offering his credit card. “Besides, beautiful Sidney, half of these soaps are mine.”

  The sales girl placed free samples of the lavender and several other fragrances in their bag. Gio thanked her and the girl once again beamed happily under his attention.

  As they left the shop, Gio took hold of the bag but with the other hand he took hold of her hand. He looked at her carefully.

  “Is this okay? I have to admit that I’ve wanted to do this since leaving the car.”

  She squeezed his hand. “Me too,” She admitted. “Now when we are walking together people know that you are taken—at least for the time being.”

  He chuckled. “Me? I admit to having selfish motives because I’m tired of these French men staring at you.”

  She gave him a doubtful look. “Yeah, right-”

  The smile fell from his lips. “No. I’m serious. I’ve had to glare at several men who thought to approach you while you’re in my presence. That is one thing that I can’t allow. Now that I’ve tasted you, I can’t be present while another man tries to get close to you. If that is something you want to explore it can’t be while I am your escort.”

  Sidney was completely surprised by Gio’s confession.

  “No, Gio, I understand that today we’re not guest and butler. I’m with you, okay?”

  He smiled again and then nodded. “I swear that I’m not trying to put limitations on your actions, Sidney. I’m just happy to have even a bit of your attention.”

  “Believe me, Gio when I say that there is no guy
that remotely interests me more than you. And by the way, I don’t like Genevieve. She looks at you like she wants to know what’s in your pants.”

  All he could do was laugh. “The things you say, Sidney! You are hilarious. No, she does not know anything about what’s in my pants.”

  Several people turned when he said that last thing out loud and he gave her a sheepish look and they quickened their steps back to the car.

  “Where to now?” She asked once she was buckled in.

  “Uh…” He removed his sunglasses after he started the car, and then he turned to look at her. Before he spoke, he tried to blank out the image of her nude body from last night, and the way that she had been waxed and so very wet for him.

  “I can’t stop thinking about the the taste of your pussy. It’s rude, I know-”

  Her hand moved to stroke his crotch and she felt his erection grow. He groaned softly. “Sidney…” He pulled out of the parking space and then lifted her hand and lightly kissed her fingertips. He held her hand for the rest of the drive to Paolo’s cousin’s flat.

  For once Sidney didn’t think about admiring her surroundings although the Haussmanian building that was their destination, was architecturally beautiful—even stunning. But like Gio, she was hard-pressed not to remember the feel of his cock filling her mouth and the hot cum that she wantonly swallowed.

  He carried their bags to the flat and quickly unlocked the door.

  “Is this where you live?” She asked.

  “No.” He shook his head and opened the door for her to enter. “It’s the flat of a friend of a friend. But it’s okay for me to use. The owner is on holiday.” He turned on the lights and gave it only a quick, cursory look before nodding his approval. Taking Sidney’s hand, he took her through the expansive living room and then opened a few doors locating a bathroom.

  “Oh. I have to use that.” She slipped away from him and dashed into the bathroom but before she could close the door, he reached into the Fragonard bag and handed her a bar of soap.

  “Wash your hands with this,” he suggested.

  “Ooo, yes. I will do that.” She quickly shut the door to attend to her business. Gio located the master bedroom and quickly stripped the sheets from the neatly made bed. He placed them on a nearby chair and then located two fresh sheets and pillowcases. He was making up the bed when Sidney entered the room.

  “Now I understand why people go on so much about French apartments.” It was spacious and elegant, with an all-white and cream décor. She helped him finish the bed and Gio located the air conditioning and turned it on.

  “It is beautiful. When I’ve finished my tour of your body we will take a tour of this home.” Gio said casually.

  She had to pull her lower lip between her teeth to stop from grinning. She kicked out of her sandals and then her pants while Gio watched as if she was putting on a show just for him.

  “Gio, I’m so wet,” she purred to get him moving. And with that he quickly shed his clothes throwing them haphazardly onto the nearby chair. He was naked before she was, and she suddenly understood why he watched as she paused to see him in all of his glory in the light of day.

  He helped her undo her bra, which he also tossed onto the chair and then even before kissing her lips he knelt and took one of her beaded nipples between his lips.

  She gripped his hair, her fingers luxuriating in his curls as he moved from one nipple to the other. His tongue licked causing a wonderful friction and Sidney moaned. She had sensitive nipples and he was working them good; licking one while gently fingering and rubbing the other.

  He finally peeked up at her. “You are delicious.” He guided her to the bed and had her lay before him. He needed to see her body against the white sheets, to see the stark contrast between white and brown. In the light of day he could now easily see the subtle changes in her skin tones, the beautiful browns, the sepias and reds and of course the plumb black.

  Sidney cupped one of her large breasts and he saw her run a polished fingertip over the hardened nipple causing it to spring to her touch. Gio was shaken from his stupor and jumped into action, crawling onto the bed where he stopped only once he was at her knees.

  He hooked his hands beneath them and spread them until her thighs no longer met. Then he was met with the sight of her shaved and glistening dark pussy. Her scent wafted from her parted legs and it was mingled with the soap that they’d just purchased. His cock hardened in response and he could no longer wait. He kissed the beautiful lips before parting them with two fingers so that he could seek the delights of her inner labia.

  Sidney squirmed in pleasure. This man knew how to please a woman. His tongue, teeth and lips worked magic on her. He paused long enough to pick up his pack and fish for a condom. She gripped his cock and squeezed it gently to remind him that she was waiting. She was gifted with a drop of precum and a loud, guttural moan. He quickly ripped through the condom pack and rolled it down his thick shaft.

  His body lightly covered her. He kissed her lips. He could not remember ever wanting to be inside of a woman so badly. Her full lips and the way she offered her tongue felt uniquely Sidney. The softness of her skin, the scent of her juicy pussy, as well as the shape of her body appealed to everything that he could want from a woman. Her responsiveness and ability to make him submit to her with just a few erotic gestures was just the icing on top.

  Once she wrapped her thick and shapely legs around his waist he pushed into her swollen pussy, listening for her exhalation of pain or pleasure. He was pleased when he heard the pleasure in her moans.

  Sidney had not been with a man since Wes and while there had certainly been nights when she had missed the sex, which she couldn’t deny was always amazing, Gio’s fat cock did things that she wasn’t used to. He stretched and filled her with barely a flick of his hips, but when those magical hips rolled and thrust into her, he created a new world of sensations that was as if she had never had real sex before. Was this the real thing and before had just been practice? She felt like a novice in the presence of a master.

  He used the weight of his body to thrust, and then only his hips and each move hit her in a different spot until she was a jumble of overly sensitized nerve endings that were ready to explode at any given second.

  She leaned forward and gripped the lobe of his ear with her teeth and then gushed her need with words that she barely remembered speaking.

  “Harder?” He asked.

  “Yes!” He rammed into her tight depths surprised that she could take more.

  “You like it hard, Sidney?” he murmured into her ear. His own ear was now a safe distance away from her teeth. He suspected that she liked it rough, but maybe didn’t even know that she did.

  He came up on his knees and lifted her lower body until she was pressed against his pelvis. He placed her legs over his shoulders, and then he fucked her hard, gripping her full hips and loving the feel of her rounded ass pressed against his balls.

  He reached forward and covered one of her breasts with his hand as they swayed back and forth due to his hard thrusts. They were natural and he loved the way they moved. After a few moments of that he pulled out of her depths and she gasped in disappointment.

  “Ride me,” he said as he lay back on the bed.

  Sidney leaned over and kissed his hard chest. When she reached one of his nipples she flicked it with the tip of her tongue and then sucked it hard.

  Gio nearly came. He gripped the sheet with one hand and her hair with the other. She didn’t appear to mind but a few moments later she rose onto her knees and straddled his strong muscular body.

  She liked the way Gio watched her with half lowered lids and lips that were slightly parted. She reached behind her and stroked his balls and his eyes closed and he moaned, his back arching slightly. His cock was bobbing in its tight condom. She gripped his shaft and rose to guide him into her. She squeezed her eyes closed at the feel of his swollen hardness invading her sensitized opening. She felt his hands on he
r hips and she threw her head back with wild abandon as she rocked on his cock.

  “Yes, beauty,” he growled.

  The sight of her riding him was his undoing. Gio cried out in both grief and pleasure—grief because soon he would lose the feel of being buried in her gentle clutch.

  “Come NOW, Sidney!” He commanded and instantly all of her defenses crumbled as an orgasm slammed into her. She called out loudly while her hips pumped roughly against him.

  “Yes…” he hissed.

  When his cock finally deflated Sidney collapsed on top of him. He pulled her close and held her against him as they both caught their breaths.

  “Gio…” she murmured.

  “Hmmm?” he asked as his fingertips grazed her back.

  “I like Marseilles.”

  He chuckled. “I’m happy that you do.”

  “I like you too,” she murmured sleepily.

  He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I like you too, Sidney. We can’t sleep, though, honey. We have time to eat and head back to the ship.”

  She propped herself up on her elbows to look at him. She had a well-satisfied look on her face. “Food? I am a little hungry, but I really don’t want to get up. But how often will I get an opportunity to eat in France?” She pulled herself up to a sitting position and Gio followed suit. He padded to the bathroom and deposited the used condom. When he returned to the bedroom, Sidney had already begun the process of stripping the sheets from the bed. He reached into the cooler bag and poured them two glasses of chilled peach nectar.

  “Oh,” she drank in appreciation. “You are so full of surprises.”

  “I have cheese, bread and fruit as well.”

  She paused, “Then we really don’t need to go for lunch…”

  His brow quirked upward. “But how many more opportunities will you have to dine in France?”

  “How many more opportunities will I have to get busy with a sexy man in a high-class French apartment?”

  He turned and gripped one of the sheets that she had just pulled from the bed and spread it back on top of the mattress.

  Chapter Eleven