Post by Plaisir Durante (R) on Aug 3, 2005 23:40:54 GMT -5
I had arranged to be at home alone the day after the Masque and I was so grateful when I finally woke up. I had given my house staff the day off, I was certainly capable of fixing my own meals, and the restaurant was closed so I had nothing to do and planned to do nothing all day. After enjoying an entire bottle of very fine wine all on my own after I returned from the Masque last night, I slept well into the morning. The aching void in my stomach finally drew me from bed and downstairs to the kitchen. I fixed myself a meal and headed out to my garden, not as nice as the Comtesse de Avertir's courtyard, but perfectly suited to my tastes. I had just finished my food and was enjoying the warmth of the sun when there was a knock on my door. Scowling I tried to recall if I had made any appointments for the day and none came to mind. I was clad in nothing more than my robe, but whoever had chosen to disturb me would just have to live with me greeting them this way. I opened the door at the same time I was drawing a deep breath of air to dismiss whoever was there, but the air rushed out of me when I was greeted by the most exquisite pair of golden eyes. I stood speechless, my jaw hanging open.
"I am Minette nớ Jasmine. The Comtesse Genevieve no Vera de Avertir has sent me as a gift for you. She wishes to express her thanks for the excellent work you did for her Masque." She smiled a slow, sensual smile, "May I come in?" I nodded and moved aside to let her in. She motioned to the driver of the carriage waiting at the curb and then stepped inside. As she moved past me I was enveloped by the intoxicating scent of the flower her House is named for. I could do nothing but watch as she reached the middle of my foyer and turned to face me. Still smiling she told me, "You might want to shut and lock the door." Without taking my eyes from her I pushed the door closed and fumbled with the lock until I heard it catch. She removed her cloak and held it our for me to take. I took it and hung it up haphazardly, turning back to look at her again.
She was tall, nearly my height, and lithe. She had black hair that she wore coiled atop her head at the moment. She moved towards me with feline grace lifting her fingers to my chin when she reached me and gently closing my mouth. She smiled again and I felt a glowing warmth spread through my body. Her hand slid down my neck and across the front of my robe before slipping into my hand. "Shall we start with a bath?" she asked. All I could do was nod. Turning, she led me upstairs.
At the top of the stairs she looked at me questioningly and I pointed to the door that led to the bathing room. She walked into the bathing room, drawing me with her by our still entangled hands. I saw her head move as she looked around the room and then she turned to face me. Her eyes found and caught mine. I didn't see her move, but suddenly her body was pressed against mine. She molded herself to me so that even though her arms hung at her sides I was enveloped by her. She rubbed her cheek against mine and made a soft purring sound. "Sit while I draw your bath," she said and then moved away from me. I was powerless to do anything else but sit, fortunately there was a chair nearby. I watched her as she went about her tasks, filling the tub, finding oils to scent the water, setting out fresh towels. When things were as she wanted she motioned for me to come to her by the tub. Feeling uncharacteristically clumsy in the presence of her grace, I came to stand beside her. She removed my robe and laid it aside before telling me, "Get in."
I got into the tub and then turned to see if she was joining me, but she was still fully dressed. I must have looked confused because she smiled that smile that melted my will and told me, "Just relax." Leaning my head against the back of the tub I did as she said. My eyes had just closed as I was surrendering to the warm scented water when I felt her hands on my shoulders. She moved them in circular motions and I surrounded by the scent of my favorite soap. With gentle pressure she got me to lean forward and she washed my back. She returned me to my reclining position and I started to open my eyes, but she told me, "Keep them closed." So I did. I heard a rustle of fabric and then she was washing my chest. Her hands moved down my chest and across my belly. My heart leapt as I thought she would continue down, but she stopped. Another rustle of fabric and she was washing my feet and moving up my legs. When she reached my thighs she pushed them apart. Her circular washing motions moved down the inside of my right thigh, coming closer and closer to my slowly throbbing phallus. She moved to the other thigh, again drawing closer and closer. This time she did not stop short, but her hand continued down until it encircled my phallus. I moaned softly as her hand began to travel along the length of my phallus. I felt myself grow and swell at her touch becoming fully erect. She continued to stroke me, applying pressure now and then through gently squeezes. My hands were resting on the sides of the tub and my fingers curled as pleasure moved through me. With one final stroke she removed her hand from me and told me, "Time to rinse." A swish of fabric and I felt clean water being poured over me. I wiped my eyes clear and looked at her. She held out a hand to help me from the tub. I took it and was standing before her. The front of her dress was wet, and a tendril of her hair had come loose. Taking a towel she dried me. When she was done laid the towel aside and began removing her dress. Reaching out, I stopped her hands and began undoing the lacings myself. She smiled wider than ever and stood still for me. I undressed her unhurriedly, revealing her body like a colors of a slow dawn. Eventually she stood naked before me. Her skin was the color of a perfectly baked pastry and flawless. Silently I took her hand and led her to my bedroom.
I stopped her beside my bed and reached to let her hair down. It poured down her back, stopping only when it brushed the floor. I pressed my lips to hers, finally tasting her. Holding the kiss I pressed her back onto the bed. Her hair spread out behind her as she moved to the center of the bed until she lay as an offering on a temple altar. I had no choice but to worship. My mouth found her breast and I took her nipple in my mouth. I circled it with my tongue as I sucked in deep pulses. Again, the soft purring sound and I moved to the other breast. I traveled down her body, parting her thighs as I did. I dipped my tongue between her nether lips and tasted her nectar. I moved my tongue along her until I found Namaah's pearl. She gasped softly as I moved my tongue over her pearl. Her hips began to rock in sync with my tongue. I slid a finger inside her, moving it in time with her hips. I felt her hands in my hair, pressing me tighter against her. I drew her pearl into my mouth, sucking as I had her nipple. Her hips moved faster and she cried out as she released herself. I moved my tongue down again, capturing the proof of her pleasure. With a sigh she relaxed her fingers in my hair and I moved up beside her.
Overflowing with the feeling of having pleased her, I laid there. She turned to me and gently pushed me to my back. Trailing her hair down my chest, her mouth found my phallus. My body shook with pleasure as the heat of her mouth closed around me. Her tongue circled me as her mouth moved up and down. She increased her pace and my hips lifted, pushing myself deeper into her mouth. I felt the pressure building and pulled her mouth from me. Laying her back on the bed I moved over her. Finding her lips again I kissed her as I entered her. Instantly our bodies found their rhythm. We moved together, her body drawing me in completely. I took her hands in mine, entwining our fingers. Her body tensed beneath me and with a cry I felt her peak. Burying my face against her neck, I poured myself into her. I moved beside her and drew her tight against me. I drifted off to sleep to the sound of her contented purring.
I woke hours later to the feel of her detangling herself from me. Standing beside the bed she leaned in and kissed me a last time. Clad only in her hair she smiled. "Sleep," she told me. What could I do but obey.
"I am Minette nớ Jasmine. The Comtesse Genevieve no Vera de Avertir has sent me as a gift for you. She wishes to express her thanks for the excellent work you did for her Masque." She smiled a slow, sensual smile, "May I come in?" I nodded and moved aside to let her in. She motioned to the driver of the carriage waiting at the curb and then stepped inside. As she moved past me I was enveloped by the intoxicating scent of the flower her House is named for. I could do nothing but watch as she reached the middle of my foyer and turned to face me. Still smiling she told me, "You might want to shut and lock the door." Without taking my eyes from her I pushed the door closed and fumbled with the lock until I heard it catch. She removed her cloak and held it our for me to take. I took it and hung it up haphazardly, turning back to look at her again.
She was tall, nearly my height, and lithe. She had black hair that she wore coiled atop her head at the moment. She moved towards me with feline grace lifting her fingers to my chin when she reached me and gently closing my mouth. She smiled again and I felt a glowing warmth spread through my body. Her hand slid down my neck and across the front of my robe before slipping into my hand. "Shall we start with a bath?" she asked. All I could do was nod. Turning, she led me upstairs.
At the top of the stairs she looked at me questioningly and I pointed to the door that led to the bathing room. She walked into the bathing room, drawing me with her by our still entangled hands. I saw her head move as she looked around the room and then she turned to face me. Her eyes found and caught mine. I didn't see her move, but suddenly her body was pressed against mine. She molded herself to me so that even though her arms hung at her sides I was enveloped by her. She rubbed her cheek against mine and made a soft purring sound. "Sit while I draw your bath," she said and then moved away from me. I was powerless to do anything else but sit, fortunately there was a chair nearby. I watched her as she went about her tasks, filling the tub, finding oils to scent the water, setting out fresh towels. When things were as she wanted she motioned for me to come to her by the tub. Feeling uncharacteristically clumsy in the presence of her grace, I came to stand beside her. She removed my robe and laid it aside before telling me, "Get in."
I got into the tub and then turned to see if she was joining me, but she was still fully dressed. I must have looked confused because she smiled that smile that melted my will and told me, "Just relax." Leaning my head against the back of the tub I did as she said. My eyes had just closed as I was surrendering to the warm scented water when I felt her hands on my shoulders. She moved them in circular motions and I surrounded by the scent of my favorite soap. With gentle pressure she got me to lean forward and she washed my back. She returned me to my reclining position and I started to open my eyes, but she told me, "Keep them closed." So I did. I heard a rustle of fabric and then she was washing my chest. Her hands moved down my chest and across my belly. My heart leapt as I thought she would continue down, but she stopped. Another rustle of fabric and she was washing my feet and moving up my legs. When she reached my thighs she pushed them apart. Her circular washing motions moved down the inside of my right thigh, coming closer and closer to my slowly throbbing phallus. She moved to the other thigh, again drawing closer and closer. This time she did not stop short, but her hand continued down until it encircled my phallus. I moaned softly as her hand began to travel along the length of my phallus. I felt myself grow and swell at her touch becoming fully erect. She continued to stroke me, applying pressure now and then through gently squeezes. My hands were resting on the sides of the tub and my fingers curled as pleasure moved through me. With one final stroke she removed her hand from me and told me, "Time to rinse." A swish of fabric and I felt clean water being poured over me. I wiped my eyes clear and looked at her. She held out a hand to help me from the tub. I took it and was standing before her. The front of her dress was wet, and a tendril of her hair had come loose. Taking a towel she dried me. When she was done laid the towel aside and began removing her dress. Reaching out, I stopped her hands and began undoing the lacings myself. She smiled wider than ever and stood still for me. I undressed her unhurriedly, revealing her body like a colors of a slow dawn. Eventually she stood naked before me. Her skin was the color of a perfectly baked pastry and flawless. Silently I took her hand and led her to my bedroom.
I stopped her beside my bed and reached to let her hair down. It poured down her back, stopping only when it brushed the floor. I pressed my lips to hers, finally tasting her. Holding the kiss I pressed her back onto the bed. Her hair spread out behind her as she moved to the center of the bed until she lay as an offering on a temple altar. I had no choice but to worship. My mouth found her breast and I took her nipple in my mouth. I circled it with my tongue as I sucked in deep pulses. Again, the soft purring sound and I moved to the other breast. I traveled down her body, parting her thighs as I did. I dipped my tongue between her nether lips and tasted her nectar. I moved my tongue along her until I found Namaah's pearl. She gasped softly as I moved my tongue over her pearl. Her hips began to rock in sync with my tongue. I slid a finger inside her, moving it in time with her hips. I felt her hands in my hair, pressing me tighter against her. I drew her pearl into my mouth, sucking as I had her nipple. Her hips moved faster and she cried out as she released herself. I moved my tongue down again, capturing the proof of her pleasure. With a sigh she relaxed her fingers in my hair and I moved up beside her.
Overflowing with the feeling of having pleased her, I laid there. She turned to me and gently pushed me to my back. Trailing her hair down my chest, her mouth found my phallus. My body shook with pleasure as the heat of her mouth closed around me. Her tongue circled me as her mouth moved up and down. She increased her pace and my hips lifted, pushing myself deeper into her mouth. I felt the pressure building and pulled her mouth from me. Laying her back on the bed I moved over her. Finding her lips again I kissed her as I entered her. Instantly our bodies found their rhythm. We moved together, her body drawing me in completely. I took her hands in mine, entwining our fingers. Her body tensed beneath me and with a cry I felt her peak. Burying my face against her neck, I poured myself into her. I moved beside her and drew her tight against me. I drifted off to sleep to the sound of her contented purring.
I woke hours later to the feel of her detangling herself from me. Standing beside the bed she leaned in and kissed me a last time. Clad only in her hair she smiled. "Sleep," she told me. What could I do but obey.