Where it happened: his hotel room
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I had quietly admired Philippe for years before the night we first made love. On several occasions, we’d met at my cousin Vienna’s social gatherings in Paris. Though Philippe was gorgeous, Vienna was almost antagonistic toward him, and Philippe often took a very low profile in her presence. This only caused me to be more attracted to him. I knew my very proper family would be dead set against such a union, for he was twice my age and reportedly a ladies’ man. But that didn’t keep me from wondering what it would be like to be held by him, to kiss him, and to open myself to him in lovemaking.
Philippe rarely spoke of his personal life, but on the night we made love he had begun to open up to me. He shared with me some of the loss and sorrow of his childhood, and how they were still affecting him in his adult life. I could tell he was not used to sharing so deeply, and I moved closer to him to encourage him to continue. Self-consciously, he asked if I would charge him a consultation fee (he knew I was headed to medical school in the fall), and I quipped back that I was going to be a surgeon, not a psychiatrist. The humor put us back on an even footing, and we walked back to his hotel suite.
As we walked, there was no public display of the amorous feelings growing between us. He opened the door and made his way to the bar, pouring a glass of chablis for me and a double scotch for himself. He handed it to me, drinking me into himself with his eyes. I drew myself close to him. The sexual tension between us was mounting and I could feel myself stirring with emotions I had never felt before. From Philippe’s quietness, I could tell they were building in him, too.
I took a sip from my wine, my eyes glued to his. My heart was pounding. Placing his glass on the bar, he raised my lips to his and kissed me long and passionately. His tongue glided with mine in erotic ecstacy, and I moaned. He gently pried the glass from my fingers and placed it on the bar. With my hands free, I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his hardness press into me and our tongues dipping deeper into their frenzied dance. How I wanted to experience his fullness inside of me! Years of teenage fantasies flooded my mind. As my vagina pulsated preparing for him, my hands found their way to his belt, then to his zipper.
Now it was his turn to moan. I reached into his pants with my right hand and began stroking his penis. Never had I dreamed he would have been this long, or this round, or this hard! If he was the ladies’ man Vienna had warned me he was, his member served his reputation well. Tonight, however, it was all mine. My vagina had already grown moist yearning for him; now it was wet with anticipation. I removed his shirt, wanting to feel every ripple of his muscular body caressing my flesh, then ran my fingers delicately down his body to remove his pants. My gorgeous Philippe was at long last ready for me.
Philippe did not hesitate in equalizing our position. Already his strong hands had stolen their way beneath my blouse and had been fondling my breasts, rubbing my nipples between his fingers. Now he popped the buckle of my bra and allowed them to bounce freely, enjoying their youthfullness. He knealt before me, unzipping my jeans and dropped them to the floor, spreading my legs apart. With one of his well-sculpted arms around my waist, he held me in place as he felt the dampness between my legs. “Oh, Darling, you’re so ready for me!” he murmured, his excitement apparent in his voice. He separated the lips of my vagina and began rubbing my clitoris with his fingers. The sensation rocked me, thundering though me, and he laughed with delight. “This is nothing!” he assured me, and parted my legs even further. His tongue found my clitoris and resumed the same frenzied rhythm it had previously enjoyed in my mouth. The shivers that ran through my body dazzled me, weakening my knees. I held onto Philippe’s head for a few minutes longer, then allowed him to gude me down to the floor before him.
Graciously, he gave me a few minutes to rest–my heart was racing frantically. He peeled my blouse from my sweat soaked body and traced some of the salty droplets down my torso with his tongue. “Oh, my Darling,” he spoke quietly, just gazing at me beside him, “I’ve wanted you since you were a child. Now I will soon have you. What a woman you have become!”
At first I had no energy to speak, even if I had had the words to say. I drew his lips to mine and kissed him as he lowered his body onto mine. “Oh, Philippe, I want you. Make love with me!” The words formed inaudibly on my lips, but he could hear them with his heart. He spread my legs wide and a reahed for his glorious member, placing him at the lips of my vagina. With great gentleness, he moved his way inside me and rocked in unison with me, until the fervor consumed us.
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