The next morning Etienne observed Justine from the stairwell. She was dancing and jumping in the kitchen. “The exercise must have sapped her energy,” he thought, when she let herself fall on Etienne favorite massaging chair. She was sitting with a smile of satisfaction, when he walked down the stairs. He came to her and kissed her and licked the sweat running on her forehead to her cheeks. “This new toy is something else,” she whispered. Etienne let her settle a few minutes, with an insistent kiss. In his mind, he was already relishing his next move. He pulled himself away from her and in a discreet move, he pressed the control activating a massage. Very soon, Justine began to squiggle and writhe with devilish contortions. She was crying, she was laughing, overtaken in a pleasurable trance. She exploded in a loud climax, when Etienne turned the motor off. After a few minutes, she recovered her senses. “Wow, I will have to use this gadget with caution.”
Etienne suggested she kept the ball inside her pussy, to get used to their very special effects. After a few days, she began to control their impact. They woke up one morning, when she suggested a spin on the roller blades. After a few kilometers, she took the balls off and pulled Etienne by the hand off the road behind a bush. Within second, she had stripped naked and was lying on her back. Etienne understood the call for the real thing. He promptly accommodated her request, plunging into a drenched pussy.
They left the next morning to catch a plane for a brief visit to Paris. “You can visit your favorite shops. I will meet you in mid-afternoon at the Cupola chez Printemps for a tisane, after my luncheon.” Justine walked to the boarding area, for the security check. Etienne was delayed at the duty free shop, to buy a few cigars for his friends. He followed behind, to see that Justine’s face had turned crimson. She was attempting to explain to the security agents, the nature of two heavy little metal balls found, while inspecting the content of her purse. The officer was playing with the balls and called his chief to join in his inspection. The chief took a look at the remaining content of the purse. He lifted the little rubber dildo plug and frowned at Justine. He told the officer to let her through. “You are fortunate, that we have a busy morning. You just escaped a more thorough inspection in my back office, to demonstrate your good intentions.” Etienne caught the end of the inspection procedure and laughed at Justine deserved embarrassment. The incident had little effect however. These instruments became a permanent complement in her travel kit.
Ice and Fire
After a full week of love, they left Brassac by late morning. They were approaching Paris submerged in the Sunday night traffic glut. They were stopped for quite some time and Etienne was alternating caresses between her thigh and her arm, offered for his attention. “That darn rain has not stopped since we left. Thank God that we are flying to Cyprus tomorrow. After the last night action and the long drive, an early lights out will be beneficial to recuperate top form for the flight.” Justine did not answer, but Etienne thought he detected a catty smirk, when he returned to look forward to catch the moving traffic. She had slept most of six hours along the way. He suspected that she was well rested and possibly in full form for an action packed evening.
Etienne was buried in the cloud of the fluffy mattress, the silk sheet and the dawn pillows, when Justine emerged from the bathroom. A simple dark green satin night dress was honoring her statuesque figure. “See, I will be good tonight and I will get up first thing tomorrow, to pack our things.” She kissed Etienne on the forehead with all the intentions of demonstrating her indifference. “You know that Julia Roberts and Brad Pitt used our bed in our absence, for a lovemaking film sequence to be included in their next feature film,” she reminded Etienne. The comment revived a memory of Etienne sleeping at the George Washington Grand Hotel in DC, where he made love to Suzanne, a superb brunette and his first vegetarian lover. Etienne even took a picture of the bronze engraved memento “Marilyn slept here.” The adjacent wall was adorned with the famous 5th avenue photograph. Marilyn Monroe was the dream of Etienne’s teenage years. She visited Washington frequently in the early sixties. As the rumor goes, the suite was one of the stages that the actress shared with her secret lover, John F. Kennedy. Etienne kept the memory to himself as he remembered vividly his confusion during the intercourse with Suzanne… or was it with Marilyn.
Etienne was falling asleep, in introspection about his surprising capabilities to respond and at times exceed the hormonal impulses and the sexual appetite of a lover twenty years younger. He heard a voice from a remote area of his dream calling and repeating. “Etienne look at me, I need you.” He turned on his back to capture more of the dream. Then, his eyes opened for a brief moment, but long enough to notice that the door of the suite was wide open to the hall. “I must have forgotten to lock the darn thing,” he mumbled. He stepped out of the bed. He came to the door and was taken a by a sudden vision of Justine totally nude, belly dancing in the hall. “Etienne come to me!” she was repeating sotto voce. Her hands had moved to her breasts and she was pinching her nipples. “I know how much you like this, we are all craving for you my lover.” Etienne was approaching her, when she turned and ran away down the hall. “For sure the security guards or the cameras or both will short circuit tonight,” he thought. He ran after her. She stopped at a stairwell exit and disappeared. Etienne opened the door to see her sitting on the stairwell sucking her thumbs. “I was a bad girl,” she said. She stood offering her butt and slapping it. Etienne slid into the well-lubricated orifice offered and with undue restraint, he went on pumping her, until she screamed of delectation. He pulled her by the hand and they ran to the suite and closed the door, when they heard the elevator bell and the door opening.
Justine was ready to hit the sack, but Etienne was growing claws in anticipation of getting the satisfaction of revenge. He pulled her toward the bathroom and forced her to lie on the cold metal service table. “You will not get away with this my darling. This is pay off time. Do not move, I will be back.” He went to the small refrigerator and took out a bottle of champagne and filled a cup with ice cubes. “This is going to be multiple climatic shocks,” he was already salivating at the thought. “This table is cold, come and warm me up,” she cried. “I am sorry, but this is torture time,” he responded. He went to pick up a bottle of Valentino Extreme perfume. He laid the tool of torture next to the table, to notice that the not so innocent maiden was ready to submit to the sacrifice. She had begun caressing her chatte, revving up her engine in anticipation.
Etienne popped the champagne open. She began shivering, when he poured a little of the cold nectar over her body. Etienne let his lips and his tongue lick the drops from hair line to toes. The shivering was replaced by a light giggle of pleasure. She would try to reach for him, but he kept repelling her attentions. He opened her thighs wide and began slipping the half full bottle inside her vagina. She was twisting with pleasure, helping to push the widening bottleneck, while the liquid poured inside her womb. “Keep it there!” she begged and she began to rub and tap her love bud. To her displeasure, Etienne after a little while, pulled the bottle away, but she renewed with bliss, when he began drinking from her. Etienne felt like drowning inside her, sipping the delightful essence. Etienne saw that she was beginning to get her pleasure, so he quickly opened the bottle of Valentino. He rubbed a small doze of the perfume around her love bud. She let out a loud scream. The burning sensation drew her into the beginning of a violent climax. Promptly Etienne pulled ice cubes and rubbed her pussy, before filling it with the ice cubes. She had by then entered ultimate bliss. She was twisting and crying with pleasure. Justine was still bouncing in frenzy, when she released a jet of urine across the bathroom. Etienne was erupting with pleasure over her breasts. He lifted her limp body from the table and carried her to the bed, where she fell asleep instantly.
Chapter 11 - Cyprus
The island of love
They boarded Cyprus Air at Charles de Gaulle Airport after a difficult and painful awakening. Etienne had chosen the island f
or its location between Asia, Europe and Africa. The office was ideally located as an international supply center for personnel and resources, to support the construction of projects in Africa and the Middle East.
The island’s location in the South East Mediterranean sea, bordering Greece, Turkey, Syria, Lebanon, Israel and Egypt has, through the ages, been the hub for exchanges between the hemispheres. Fantasies and legends about the island date as far back as the tenth millennium BC. Following the 1974 uprising, suspected to be prompted by Greece, Turkey occupied the northern portion of the island and the Turkish forces remained after a cease-fire, resulting in the division of the island.
The plane was sparingly occupied, so that Justine and Etienne were able to settle on a long line of benches in the front aisle of the Airbus 300 cabin. Soon after departure Justine stretched her body out on the benches, resting her head on Etienne’s lap. Etienne covered her with blankets and she sucked her thumb to sleep. Etienne asked the hostess to hold the service, since they would prefer to rest. He soon dozed off to regain some energy after the eventful last days and nights. He awoke a few hours later, when the pilot announced that they were emerging over the Greek waters, with one hour to arrival. It took him little time to feel that Justine had traded her thumb for an artifact innocuously protruding from his pants. The blanket was offering partial covering to the invasion of privacy, but not quite enough to escape the attention of the hostesses who made a point to ensure the passengers’ comfort with frequent visits. Justine was asleep, sucking with the intermittent rhythm of a baby sleeping with a pacifier.
The hostess looked at Etienne with a large smile and pressed Justine leg. Etienne promptly brought his zipper upward. “Sorry Miss, he told the condescending hostess.” Justine began to rise from deep sleep dumfounded and sat to attach her safety belt when the pilot announced the final approach at the Larnaca Airport, Cyprus international gateway. Following the invasion, the Turks forced the closure of the Nicosia International Airport that became a no man’s land. The Larnaca runways were hastily developed towards the end of 1974 over a salt lake.
Euclid, Etienne longtime partner was waiting at the arrival gate. After a Mediterranean effusion of welcoming hugs, he whisked them through customs and immigration. Over the years, Euclid had enjoyed sharing with Etienne his humble past, when he was living in a cave with his father, an attendant to a British commander. The officer had given his financial support to this brilliant boy leading to his graduation at the London School of Economics. Euclid became a successful financier and led his growing business community to become among the wealthiest in the world. Etienne would always be proud of their friendship and of being Euclid’s oldest client.
Euclid handed the car keys to Etienne “Ulysses is bringing the luggage to the car parked on the left of the main exit. Call if you need anything at the flat. I am away tomorrow, but I will meet you at the Palm Beach for a late brunch on Sunday.”
Nicosia
They arrived in Nicosia at dusk. The capital city is located in the mountains, near the center of the island. Guy of Lusignan, King of Jerusalem bought Cyprus from the Knights Templar, after the last crusade. In 1489, Cyprus became the administrative center and the capital of the Republic of Venice. The Venetian Governors saw the necessity for all the cities of Cyprus to be fortified to repel the Ottoman threat. In 1567 the Venetians built the new fortifications of Nicosia, which can be seen from Etienne’s apartment.
They arrived at the flat located in the suburb of Agios Dhometios. The convenient two room apartment, opened on a kitchenette, and a living room giving to a small terrace and to an adjoining bedroom and bathroom. Coming from the elevator, Etienne took Justine in his arms and carried her to the door. “Turn the door handle, before I collapse from the weight,” he cried. She opened and he let out a sigh of relief. He delivered her on the couch. “Dear old Euclid, he always tends to every detail.” On the little kitchen table was a bottle of fine Cypriot cabernet. The country is one of the world’s oldest wine producing countries.
“I will open the bottle. I think we need a drink after this trip. Look out from the terrace, you will see the old Venetian fortress and the barbwire separating the city in two halves,” she pouted and walked out. He came out with two glasses. “Unfortunately, you will not see the handsome Blue Helmet studs from the United Nations. They were replaced last month by a contingent of young women from the Norwegian army. Look! is it not interesting to observe good looking chicks in bikini tops, carrying Kalashnikovs for our protection?” She raised her hand to slap him but stopped halfway and standing on her toes, she demanded a kiss. They enjoyed the mezze diner laid out for them in the refrigerator. They polished off the Cabernet and jumped into bed with intentions that were not fulfilled on that evening.
Etienne woke up contemplating the sleeping beauty at his side. Soon, she began her catty stretch, emerging from sleep. She opened her eyes and her face was painted with an enticing smile. “Good morning my dearest.” She turned herself over him and began a wild replication of a male missionary fucking assault. “I got you babe. I got you!” she yelled, while she was banging her pelvis on him. Soon exhausted from the male emulation, she let herself fall over him. “I love you! I love you! I love you!”
After they munched on a croissant dripped in coffee,” Etienne took her hand. “Listen pussy! I have a surprise for you. You have to come with me.” Her face glowing with anticipation, she followed him down four flights, until they emerged in the backyard. She was searching, confused, until he pointed at two sparkling new dirt bikes. Etienne moved to the dark green machine, “This monster is yours, a six hundred CC Suzuki dirt bike. This machine screams like a woman and this is my humble follower, a five hundred and fifty Kawasaki KLM.” She jumped in his arm with kisses of joy, which she would have extended, if the janitor had not appeared at the door. “Here! Your keys.”
Cyprus was the perfect playground for bikers. In recent years, benefiting from a successful economy, the country blossomed with expressways extending in all directions and linking every major city in the country. The web of old national roads and byroads was soon neglected by the motorist, becoming a natural playground to lead bikers to hundreds of beaches along the coasts.
They jumped on the bikes and headed for the old city. Etienne took the lead and turned on the main street toward the highway. They rolled a few kilometers to the junction of the Larnaca Limassol highways. Etienne signaled a stop at the overpass and dismounted to meet her. She was posting her happiest smile and he answered with a long kiss. He left her at a high point of arousal and led the way back to the flat. He was securing the bikes in the yard, when he saw her running inside. He walked to the elevator that was signaling busy and ran up the four flights of stairs. He emerged catching his breath and saw the flat door left ajar. He could see all the way to the bed, where the blonde goddess was laying naked. Her fingers were alternating between a signal of welcome and one of ‘a stick it up my a…’ He jumped over her and she began kissing and licking his face with uncontrolled violence, intoning her favorite “I love you! I love you! I love you!” They made love passionately and fell asleep.
It was mid-afternoon when Etienne opened his eyes. Justine, lying on her side was in one of her usual observation stances, and the blue eyes where exuding love. “It is too late to go to the beach and quite warm outside at this time of the day,” he said hugging her. “Let us remain in bed, I will tell you an interesting tale.” And he went on.
A flight with Panam
“After a tiring day at the office, I was enjoying a drink with Tim, a close associate, at a favorite Sydney bar. Tim walked to ask Guy, the pianist, for a special request. He noticed four stewardesses at a table, next to the piano. They looked especially pretty, but also especially sexy. Their Panam outfit enhanced their breasts and revealed a lot of thighs. It took Tim a few seconds to convince me of the opportunity.”
“We shared quite a hunting record, having together collected more fresh meat than we real
ly needed for our own good, although we were never satiated. We invited ourselves, each sitting between two hostesses and we began the usual seduction. We were conversing and my eyes were drawn between the legs of the curly little blonde, facing me. I stood up and excusing myself, I went to the bathroom. Coming back, instead of returning directly to my place on the sofa, I went behind the blonde’s sofa. I felt quite excited and, none the least, quite daring. Bending behind her, I whispered in her hear. ‘Your ass turns me on,’ and I returned to my place. It took only a few minutes that the blonde stood up to excuse herself leaving me perplexed about my incursion. The other girls followed to the elevator. After the usual huggings and goodnights, the little blonde added additional pressure from her breasts over my chest and whispered ‘Susy, room 1212.’”
Tim and I sat to finish our drink. ‘So?’ I enquired. ‘The long hair brunette for dinner,’ boasted Tim. ‘I have settled for the blonde,’ I added casually. ‘By the way, they are on layover until Friday. We may have a few busy days ahead of us my dear associate.’”
Etienne noticed his story was having quite an effect on Justine and proceeded.
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