Thor went past the bouncer, who promptly pulled the group inside. “The owner is a good friend from Stockholm. I hope that you will enjoy the Swedish ambiance.” They were led to a discreet booth at the back of the discothèque, to the rhythm of Chichitita. A delightful young waitress appeared completely naked, with hundred dollar bills glued to her breasts. She turned her back to reveal the menu scribbled from her shoulders to her calves. “Dom Perignon,” suggested Thor, “you are my guests.” The waitress came back with the order. “Skoll!” said Thor raising his glass. And he returned his attention to Justine. Natalia had shifted her chair to face Etienne. She bent toward him and whispered, “Let us hit the dance floor.”
The DJ began one of his special remasterings, combining Led Zeppelin and Billy Idol. Natalia let herself be carried by the loud rhythm. She was swaying with grace sending to Etienne a non-equivocal message of welcome. The song ‘Your eyes’ by Barry White came on and she moved on Etienne like a magnet. She pressed her body over his with the skills of a Thai massage professional. Her mouth, teeth first, reached his ear lobes, sending electricity through his body. It also ignited the thrust within his pants, which did not go unnoticed to his dance partner. Her pelvis provided the attention needed to maintain the form. They returned to the booth to find it empty. “They are still on the dance floor,” he thought. Natalia gave him a kiss moving her tongue inside his mouth at the rhythm of the music. “I will go powder my nose,” she said pulling back. After she left, Etienne followed close behind, heading for the little boy’s room. He could detect, with difficulty, the signage in the dark hallway. Two strings of fiber optic wires were lining the base of the wall, dimly showing direction. He opened the door and the diffuse lighting of the bathroom drew his attention to the far end of the hallway. He could not make out the details, but the muffled sound was enough to reveal a couple having fun against the wall.
He came back to the booth. “My Justine is really up to dancing tonight,” he thought, not so entirely convinced of his assessment. Natalia came back and lifting her dress, she sat her bare butt on his crotch. He quickly forgot his thoughts, when Natalia began rocking over him. He was captured by the exciting scent emanating from her body and was aware that her hand had already surfaced his erect penis ready to plunge it inside her. With the wild rhythm of the disco music, she moved yet so softly over him and he erupted in full flight, holding back a scream with great difficulty. She kept her swaying and let a light moan in his ear. The scene was so exciting that he came in her for a second time. She was wiping herself, when Etienne saw Justine pulling Thor by the hand in their direction. Natalia sat in her chair and they both welcomed the return of their companions.
Etienne took Justine hand and sat her on his lap. She bounced up and placed her hand inside his unzipped crotch. She frowned, “You forgot to close your zipper and my dress is wet.” Thor stood up with Natalia, “I must return to Sweden early tomorrow, so we will hit the sack.” After the usual salutations and thanks for a great evening, they left. Etienne took Justine to the dance floor. “We had a lot of champagne and you have danced for hours. Let us settle at a local hotel and return to Nicosia in the morning.”
“It was not all dancing,” replied Justine, “and I feel great, but you are right about a long bike ride at this time of the night.” They settled in a nearby hotel. They began the preliminary hugging ritual.
“It is strange, that we never ran into each other on the dance floor,” commented Etienne thinking of the scene in the dark hallway.
She smiled, “To be fair to you, if you were not mine, Thor would be a good candidate for my attentions.”
Etienne judged it unnecessary to reply that Natalia could place her slippers under his bed at any time. “Hmm! It is possible that she spent time in the hallway after all,” he surmised. Remembering the famous Guitry quote, “Femme Varie,” he was piecing together the puzzle of her choices of men, shifting from light brown North African, to blond Arian from Northern Europe.
Chapter 12 - Living a dream
“An ideal wife is one who remains faithful to you but tries to be just as charming as if she weren’t”
- Sacha Guitry
Canberra
The company made a bid for an important contract with the Federal Government in Canberra. Isis and Osiris were not strangers to securing the lucrative opportunity that would bring Justine and Etienne away from the undesirable attention of Horus. The program was in line with a new trend for the creation of public/private partnerships. Justine was elated at the news that they would move in together in a new home, although she would find it difficult to be away from her family, for extended periods. Etienne for his part would not consider life without her at his side. “When I travel back to Europe on business, you can always join me and spend time with your family in Dordogne. I will be able to join you for weekends of loving in Brassac, where we shared so many memories,” Etienne reassured Justine.
They were soon on their way to Canberra. Etienne had a special surprise planned for Justine on arrival. On a regular Sunday shopping stroll on Les Champs Elysées a few months earlier, they were walking out of Virgin, when Justine spotted a black Camaro. Letting go of his hand, she ran to the car. “This is my dream car!” she let out. When she reached that level of excitement, she behaved like a five year old in a toy store and Etienne could not help sharing her joyful feeling.
Before leaving Paris, Etienne placed an order for a black coupé Z28, equipped with 2+2 seating, a T Top roof and a powerful Corvette LT1 engine, coupled with a new six-speed manual transmission. On arrival at the airport, the Queanbeyan suburb GM dealer discreetly slipped the keys to Etienne. Justine was following Etienne to the parking lot. He was purposely looking away from the Camaro. He turned to her, “You will pay dearly for this,” he said handing her the keys after cliquing the front door open.
“I will! I will!” she screamed, dropping on the black leather seat. She turned the ignition and engine began growling. Over the many years that they kept the car, Etienne does not remember Justine ever exceeding the speed limit, but how much she enjoyed the thundery grumble of the engine, in low gear.
The valet at the Medina Executive James Court could not hide his curiosity when Justine drove in. Etienne wondered if his attention was on the driver, the rare American car, or both. Some of his interest transpired, when he opened the car door and these long legs slipped in front of him. Etienne was opening the booth and he could not see how much was showing. Confined in the executive suite for a week, they spent their time between the bed, the balcony and the spa.
A young German waiter delivered the first dinner. Etienne directed him to set a table beside the spa. From the glare in Justine’s eyes and the nipples emerging occasionally over the bubbling water of the hot tub, Etienne understood why the waiter was taking so long to complete the task. Etienne stood, draped a towel and went to the living room. He pulled a large bill from his wallet and placing it in the waiter’s extended hand, he confirmed without ambiguity, that the young man was appointed as their exclusive attendant, for room service.
“Gunther,” said the young man, blushing, “thank you sir.”
He turned to go, glancing discreetly at Justine, who was emerging from the spa.
“Enjoy your diner and call 332 for service,” he said as he left promptly.
Gunther was always fast to answer Justine’s calls. Knowing that her flirting was exciting to Etienne, she did it on purpose to entice the young Gunther. She would encourage the young man to stretch his stay. She would enquire about his life and interests. Gunther would gladly extend his visits, to accommodate her demands, sitting on the bed or on the spa at her side. He would be rewarded by more and more exposure of her charms. After Gunther’s departure, she would come forth seeking the urgent relief of Etienne’s special attentions.
“I will take a taxi to the office,” said Etienne. “You can use the car to explore the city for an apartment.” On the way to the office he wondered if Justine wo
uld be calling room service before leaving for her errands. One evening, when returning to the suite, he met Gunther, emerging from the elevator. Gunther acknowledged him with a shy salute. Etienne, without a word, entered the closing elevator. He opened the door, to find Justine on all fours, naked, with the little red whip held in her mouth. “I was bad Etienne,” she pretended to cry. Etienne lifted her and placed her butt up over the arm of a large sofa. His already erect penis easily entered her pussy. Finding the place already drizzling and slippery, he pulled back and in one swoop penetrated her anus. “You will pay for this little slut.” Justine exploded with repeated loud screams, alternating between pain, euphoria and bliss. “This is my first invasion of your ass hole, but it will not be the last, little slut,” he said, his voice pretending anger.
Justine was lying awake. “Etienne, tell me that you love me.” She turned to rub her breasts on his side. She did not give him time to formulate an answer. “I loved it, when you called me a slut, it turned me on, am I your slut?”
“Yes! I love you, my little slut and it turns me on to call you that way privately. I hope that I did not hurt you?” She lifted her body over his,
“When you went in, I felt a bolt of electricity. It was quite painful. When you began an easy in and out, it remained intense. After a few strokes, curiously, I began to lubricate and it felt quite enjoyable. The feeling from your ejaculation was very different. I felt pleasure all the way up to my throat. We must do this again sometime.” She let her body cover his and fell asleep. The next day Justine had arranged a visit to the tower apartment. They made an offer on the spot.
The love nest
Etienne was sitting comfortably in his lounging chair. Two months had gone by since the lovers had arrived in Canberra. It had taken only a few days for Justine to put in place a search, for what became an outstanding love nest. The house, although not very large, was a four story tower assorted with stairways. From the entrance hall, the steps emerged to a library, cum movie theater, cum extra bedroom. One left the hall to take a step to the living room and a dining room, opening onto a separate kitchen. The stairway left the living room, edging the wall to the second floor, where it landed on a bridge passageway, linking the bedroom and the bathroom. From the bridge the stairs hugged the next wall, to the upper level, circling an open light well, to reach what became a painting studio and an office, opening on a terrace. The apartment’s large casement European style windows opened over a manicured flower garden.
The day after closing the acquisition, Justine had already developed a color scheme to repaint the apartment. It took little persuasion to secure Etienne’s assistance with the painting. As a matter of fact, she had him chase her bare butt from the lower to higher levels and back for regular body brushing. Painting sessions were followed by lengthy scrubbings in the shower. The following weeks, they teamed up to choose furnishings. She selected almost everything with the exception of the piano and the electronic equipment. Etienne had intended to motivate Justine to return to her teenage proficiency with music and insisted on assisting with the selection of a perfect instrument. He was fulfilling a lifelong dream, to have an in-house classical pianist. Within a few weeks Justine would begin private evening concerts.
Tonight, he was savoring his martini stretching out on his lounging chair. The fireplace was crackling to the soothing notes of Chopin’s Nocturne #12. “I think that this is happiness,” he mused turning to take in Justine’s endearing profile, her eyes closed and her long fingers sailing over the keyboard.
Velvet Hammer
They were in a hug, enjoying the caresses of the faux bear rug. The flames were glowing in the darkness.
“What would you say, if I made us a special drink, a Velvet Hammer?”
“What is it?” she enquired running her hand over the hair on his chest.
“It is a special dessert potion introduced by Tim, my associate, at a party a few years ago. It is quite a story.”
He came back with two cups and a pitcher. “You will certainly ask for seconds.” She took a sip and her eyes sparkled. She took a second sip and corralled his neck to release a mouthful in his mouth.
“Luscious! Do you like it better second hand?” He licked her lips. “Place you head on my shoulder, you will like my story.”
“The project in Australia required most of my time and I decided to rent a large condo that I would share with my closest associates. One late afternoon, I was riding a rented Kawasaki 125 cc up the sand dune in the western suburb of Melbourne. Jill was pressing her body on mine. I had felt her hand wandering over my jeans most of the way. But now, she was holding on for dear life, both arms tight around my chest. She must be panicking, I thought and I stopped the bike in a gully. ‘Cool!’ she exclaimed, ‘but a tad scary.”’ She already had settled down on her knees, after jumping from the bike. She was hard at work to release the weapon from my cutoff and began sucking it to form, with avidity. ‘I always dreamt of being taken on top of a bike,’ she mumbled between pulls.
We had met a few weeks earlier, when she visited my office to promote copying equipment. Bea, my secretary and accomplice in mischief, winked when she introduced her. After her sales demonstration and some chatting, I found out that she was an up and coming fashion model and lived in my neighborhood. We set a date for dinner at a downtown restaurant.
I was enjoying my favorite Sukiyaki, while she had settled for Sushi. We had a sedate conversation that was not leading anywhere in particular. We were finishing the bottle of Saki, when I captured the moment. ‘Give me your string!’ She could not hide her surprise, when she looked at me demurely. She stood up and slipped off her undies, impervious to the other diners. She handed me the prize. The poor little piece of material was soaked. ‘Hum! not as cold and proper as I thought at first,’ I surmised, brushing my nose with the pink lace, ‘but what a great scent!’ On the way back home, I reflected that women with a little more flesh over their bones are more attractive to me, but she was quite a hot customer.”
Tim was flying from Miami to spend the week. Tim, an industrial psychologist, excellent at anything he undertook, was also an accomplished pianist, a scratch golfer and a superb chef. He was elected to prepare the meal for ten guests from the neighborhood. I will invite a few friends, including my new friend Jill and her husband Ken. ‘I am quite certain that you will enjoy their company,’ I said leaving Tim to his chef’s duties.
The dinner had progressed within the norms of a casual suburban event, until the happy crowd moved to the living room for dessert. It took a while for Tim to surface with a tray holding twelve cups. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, he went on, please enjoy my Velvet Hammers.’ After a couple of cups of the delicious concoction, I began to feel its secret power. Accordingly, the conversations and giggles became more animated.
Jill was sitting next to me. She brushed my arm and asked for a push to rise from the couch. I took a little time to respond, letting my hand lower the zipper of her strapless dress, unnoticed. I finally helped her to her feet. Jill began a slow and unsettled stroll toward the stairway. Just when she reached the first step, her dress dropped to her ankles, leaving her naked, her rear end in full view of the guests. Her skin had the appeal of vanilla ice cream. She kicked the dress away, straightened up and turned to salute the audience. Her top model lengthy features, where boasting pear shaped tits and a well-trimmed blond triangle. Her lovely hips rounded in tune with her ass, well mounted on great thighs and legs. The attendance became quite demonstrative showing approbation, assorted with wild applauses and whistling. She resumed a boardwalk performance on the way to the bathroom, giving a little extra sway to her ass. Ken followed behind her. When they emerge from the bathroom twenty minute later, they boasted the smile of victory to the guests, who were repeating their loud approval.
One evening much later, I was watching rugby, when I heard knocking on the library window. I opened and saw Jill attempting to climb up. I pulled her in. She slipped on my side on the cha
ir and pulled out her target for a suck. I pulled her skirt to find all the assets wrapped inside her panty hoses. I began responding to her advances by rubbing her pussy over the material. We came together. She lowered her skirt, extended her hand and with my help lowered herself out of the window. I never saw her again.”
Justine’s massaging of Etienne’s chest had lowered to his crotch. She kept masturbating him until he released over his belly. Eyes closed, he had enjoyed the deliverance and was tumbling into sleep, feeling great. Justine, frustrated by his abandonment, emptied the leftover Velvet Hammer over her pussy and began rubbing herself. She kept bringing her fingers to her lips, sucking the nectar. The more she licked, the harder she molested her chatte. She let out miaous of victory and turned to press his thigh between hers as she took her pleasure. She cuddled closer and let sleep invade her.
Etienne opened his eye. Justine was sleeping with her back against him, hugging a cushion between her thighs. He pulled back slightly to improve the point of observation.
“That little pest gained a few pounds, the hips and butt are certainly rounder. The change is quite exciting.”
She awoke turning in his direction. “Good morning my love!” she intoned.
He continued his examination. “By the way my baby, you would not by any chance have added a few pounds?”
“Ah! You noticed… I did!” Justine replied, then, looking distressed. “Do you find me ugly and fat?”
Etienne moved closer to fondle her breasts. “Every day you look more fabulous, than the day before. It took close scrutiny, to realize a slight change in your best features. I love you the more and the change makes your look even more appealing and sexy.”
Senator Bell
“It is a great pleasure to have you back with us, my dear Etienne,” the Prime Minister was in a joyous mood this evening.
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