Madame Delanie's.... (Open)

[coyotepondering]

Arnauld

I walk in, gratified to find Pom'elle still there. I shut the door behind me, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light. I pause to look at her, with her thin legs, laying on the bed, one thigh lifted up as if she was fidgeting when I entered.

I'm carrying a small bowl of oil that I just heated over a candle. I sit the bowl on the bed side table and sit beside her to run one hand over her stomach. As I do so she reaches out to touch my hand and looks at me hungrily. Her dark eyes are like pools of water in a shadowy cave that could entrall a man.

I smile and say, "You've made your last choice for the evening Pom'elle. Its my duty to reward that trust with pleasure."

I stand up and motion for Pom'elle to roll over. Reaching into the bowl I extract a palm full of oil and let it slide to my fingers tips and slowly float my hand over her back, letting the oil drip down, striking every few seconds a new spot of skin. I watch her jump, feeling the droplets of hot oil work their way across her skin.

When the dripping is done I sit at her feet and run my hands from the bottoms of her feet up, to her calves and then her thighs. I stop to get more oil as I reach her ass and take it in my hands to work the oil in. I spread her ass cheeks and feel her tense but neither explain or justify as I reach in to work the oil into the soft flesh.

I move up, now sitting over her ass, allowing my testicles and penis to trail over her back as I lean forward and back. I work the oil into her skin from her lower back to her shoulders, moving my weight into my arms to press down, feeling her tension evaporate as I press oil from my fingers into folds of muscle.

I hear her sigh and stand to the side of the bed and trace a finger over her cheek.

"Roll over Pom'elle. Just a little more oil."

 

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Pom'elle

I roll over willingly, knowing that I am in the hands of an expert. I watch his eyes travel over my body when I roll over. His eyes turn to a deeper blue as he looks at me before he starts massaging my front. I smile knowing that he likes what he sees.

 

[coyotepondering]

Arnauld

As Pom'elle rolls over to bare herself to me I watch her chest rise and fall. Gathering another palm full of oil I grab her feet and begin working the oil into her feet, paying attention to each toe as I stand by the bed.

I run my hands to each knee and then slide up, massaging each thigh. I smile at Pom'elle and gently pull on her thigh, seperating them. Pom'elle smiles at me and glances down at her body, obviously self conscious. I answer her concern with my hands. I massage her thighs and run my hands to the insides and run my hands up to her hips. I sllide my hands around the split in her legs, watching it redden as my hands get near and then move away.

I straddle her hips, letting my knees carry my weight onto the bed. Pom'elle looks at me, a little concerned and very aroused. As my penis slides along her sex I see her breathing turn into a pant. I run my hands up her rib cage, still pressing down and massaging.
Pom'elle's breasts stand up, ahead of me and I reach them in only a moment, rubbing around them and then rolling the nipples under my palms.

Sliding forward I let my weight press against her as I reach Pom'elle's shoulders and massage her neck. I watch her face, her eyes closed and mouth open just a faction as her breath quickens.

I stand up, surveying my work, Pom'elle's body glistening with the oil and limp. Pom'elle's eyes follow me, opening when she felt my weight get up.

I walk around the bed, moving to the far side and climb on the bed, coming near to Pom'elle on my knees. I lay down beside her and let my finger tips trail across her stomach while staring into Pom'elles eyes.

 

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Pom'elle

As he approaches me I reach out and touch his chest. It is firm and muscular. As he lies in the bed next to me, I feel his finger tips move across my stomach. Our eyes lock. I hold my breath, not sure what he is going to do next. I smile at him, hoping he knows how wonderful he is making me feel.

I run my fingers through his hair. I pull his face close to mine, I can feel his breath against my lips. Just as our lips are about to meet he pulls back. I don't know what I did, I suddenly feel shy and confused. I hope I didn't break some kind of rule or something by touching him. Oh, please don't let this end now, not when he has me this hot. I know he is aroused also, I can feel his arousal against my thigh. I just hope I didn't do anything wrong.

 

[alli_cat]

Chloe

Its turning out to be a fairly busy night. Financially I'm glad, but I wish I had some time to spend with Jerome, even just to sit and watch him tend the bar, seeing the graceful movements of his body, the friendly smile that he directs at the customers. To have him turn the radiance of his smile on me, to warm me with its glow and set my body tingling...

I turn back upstairs, suddenly feeling the need to shower and remove the traces of my previous customers from my body. Once under the hot water, I rub a soapy sponge over my body, closing my eyes and imagining that Jerome is washing me. My nipples harden as the sponge trails over my breasts, rubbing in small circular motions over the sensitive nubs. I moan softly as I lower the cloth over my stomach and down between my legs, the slight roughness of the sponge tickling already tingling flesh. I drop the sponge and allow my finger to flick over my clitoris, moaning involuntarily at the electric shock that races through my body. I rub down to my wet pussy, sliding two fingers in to ease the throbbing there. My other hand teases my nipples, pinching and pulling on them. Remembering the expression on Jerome's face as he looked at my breasts downstairs. Both hands move more quickly, and I cry out his name as I cum, my body trembling hard as I lean back against the wall, my legs unable to support me.

 

[rnld1944]

Jerome, the Bartender

At last, the evening is drawing to a close. Well, actually, the night has slipped into the early morning hour. Miss Chloe comes past the bar as her final guest departs. Bending to the table to pick up a fresh glass of water, I do enjoy a brief view of her curving breasts under her provocative dress.

As she begins to walk to her room, turning back to me, "I'll be down in a few minutes .... if your offer of a ride is still open .... I just want to take a quick shower and freshen up a bit before we leave." Smiling to her, "Of course, the ride is still here ... I'll finish my clean up down here and be ready whenever you are."

Smiling, I turn back to the task at hand, washing the last few glasses, polishing the bar ... even though there are still some guests in our establishment, and Madame has yet to emerge from her "meeting" with Connor, the time for closing the bar has arrived, so I set about my evening-ending activities.

As I complete my tasks, locking the cash and customer account information in the safe for Madame, I hear footsteps across the empty bar .... looking up, Miss Chloe has come down, looking positively stunning .... damn, she is beautiful ....

 

[coyotepondering]

Arnauld

I look down at Pom'elle, watching her watch me. Her eyes dart between my face and my fingers as they caress her.

"Now, cheri." I do not elaborate on this statement but instead lie down beside her until my hip is touching her's. Turning onto my side I lean down and kiss her gently, letting my lips nip at hers.

Reaching with my fingertips I grasp her waist and pull, letting her move into a position on her side to face me. We break the kiss twice while she shifts but each time I reclaim her lips before she has a chance to be flustered.

With one arm I pull Pom'elles leg up to rest on my hip and push forward, slowly entering her until I rest all of my length in her and deepen the kiss, letting her become comfortable before we continue.

 

[alli_cat]

Chloe

Jerome just looks at me as I enter the bar area, and I feel an uncharacteristic rush of nerves. Perhaps its just embarrassment at having fantasised about this man only ten minutes earlier. I self-consciously push my hair behind my ears, not able to meet his eyes.

"Arnaud is still upstairs, so don't lock everything up", I say quietly, glancing around the room to see if there is anything else that needs to be done. I wish now that I had stayed in my evening gown, I feel far too vulnerable and plain in my street clothes, too much like the real me instead of the character I portray at work. I'm not sure what to think, what to hope for, as I wait for Jerome to finish his work and take me home.

 

[rnld1944]

Jerome, the Bartender

It's amazing what a change of clothes can do for a woman. I've been watching Miss Chloe, and the others, all evening in their "working clothes" .... evening dresses, designed to show their spectacular bodies in such a way as to entice and excite our guests. But now, as Chloe comes into the bar as I finish my clean up, in her street clothes, there is something about her that is more appealing than the evening dress she has just changed out of. And just from looking at her, I feel like the change in clothes has changed her "personality" too .... from the beautiful entertainer who is in control of every situation and the men in those situations ... to a young woman, much more vulnerable and fragile .... and I like what I see ....

Speaking quietly, almost in a whisper, she reminds me that Arnaud is still here, "so don't lock everything up." Looking at her, I see a very shy young lady, almost afraid to look me in the eye, "No need to wait for Arnaud; he has a key and can complete the final lock up when he leaves."

"Shall we go; do you know of a late night cafe, or some place between here and your apartment, where we can get a coffee? Or, have you had enough of an evening that you would prefer that I just drive you straight home?" (Hoping very much that Chloe will want to stop, but not wanting to appear too forward; at least she is allowing me the opportunity of driving her home.)

 

[Paendragon]

Connor MacLeod

Slowly, I caught my breath and smiled at her. She looked so... different. Not at all her confident self. Why?

I reached down, and pulled her to her feet.

"You're amazing..."

My heart ached for her... and my mouth opened to tell her how I felt... but I held back. Too much... too soon... My mouth slid closed.

Instead, I pulled her against me, and kissed her, softly... differently than before. This kiss was all tenderness, softness... and love. As if she knew my feelings on some subconscious level, she molded her body against mine.

I lifted her in my arms, and turned, laying her gently on the bed. I lie down on top of her, my mouth finding hers again.

 

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Pom'elle

His kisses make me light-headed. His tongue darting around my mouth, exploring every part, my tongue exploring his mouth also. His kisses alone make me squirm with want for him.

As he enters me I feel like I have just been taken to heaven. I am tight around him from not having been with a man for over a year now, and even before then I was only with my husband a few times before he passed on. My husband never filled me up like Arnauld does.

He deepens our kiss and I moan into his mouth. I start moving my hips against him. My hands caress his back, moving down to his buttocks. His body is so firm and fit under my hands.

 

[alli_cat]

Chloe

I feel a brief shock of disappointment as Jerome suggests we go to a cafe. Does he not want to come back to my place? Or is he as nervous as I am? It's difficult to tell, he always looks so self-contained and calm, but there is a spark in his eyes...

I don't know. I'm far too tired to waste time playing games and analysing everything. I know that I want to take Jerome back to my sweet little flat, to find out who he really is underneath that smooth veneer. I want to hold his hand, touch his face... and see what happens from there.

"As long as you don't mind a bit of clutter, I'd prefer to go back to my place. I don't think I can deal with crowds of people at the moment."

 

[rnld1944]

Jerome, the Bartender

I was really hoping that Chloe would suggest going back to her place, but felt that my mentioning it might be inappropriate. But when she brought it up, "Sure, I would love to go to your place, I'm a little tired of a room full of people myself." Turning off the lights in the bar (Arnaud and Madame will take care of the rest of the place when they are ready), lightly placing my hand on Chloe's back, feeling her press back a little against my hand, and ushering her toward the side door to the parking lot, "Shall we go, my car is parked right outside."

Unlocking the car, waiting for Chloe to slide in, noticing once again the attractiveness of this young lady, dressed as she is in her casual attire .... walking around and sliding in behind the steering wheel. Chloe gives me directions to her flat .... as we drive off, I notice that she leans her head back against the headrest and closes her eyes .... I'm sure she is very tired after this evening .... dealing with my own thoughts and desires ... my mind wandering .... thoughts about Miss Chloe that I shouldn't even be thinking .... I'm just giving her a ride home and stopping in for a cup of coffee .... but then, who knows what she is thinking right now .....

 

[coyotepondering]

Re: Pom'elle

Arnauld

As Pom'elle moves her hips against me I find it difficult to control my instincts within the tightness of her body. Nearly a virgin in terms of her ability to accept me, I don't believe that I could have entered her without pain if she wasn't so excited.

Holding my lips to her I taste her lips. Despite her inexperience Pom'elle's passion is wonderful and she plays with my tongue with the new found wonder of a previously undiscovered pleasure. I hold her against me, her leg drapped over my hip. As my rythm increases her fingers rake my back. I continue to kiss her but don't let up. Instead I slowly build my thrusts, long and slow to long and fast strokes, teasing her with my near withdrawls.

I hold Pom'elle through several small, simple shudders as I feel a powerful one approaching and break our kiss as I feel her jaw clench and instead hold her face to my shoulder and kiss her neck.

 

[LatinLady]

Madame Delanie

Connor's body on top of mine felt so good, his kisses suddenly made me weak, my heart raced, my body slightly shaking from the excitement and pleasure. His lips aganst mine was making it hard for me to think straight, my hands just laid there at my sides, like some virgin who didn't know what to do with herself

God, his kiss is like liquid pleasure.... oh god ........ my mind is swimming ... oh Connor .......... Connor .......

 

[rnld1944]

bump ..... bump

 

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Pom'elle

My body begins to shake as Arnauld moves in and out of me. I am shocked at how fast he has brought me to the edge. My fingers rack across his back as he pumps in and out of me. I wrap my legs around him, holding him deep inside of me as I begin to cum. My body shaking as each wave washes over me.

"Oh my god, yesssssss", I moan against his shoulder. I bite lightly on his shoulder and then lick it and kiss it.

I squeeze my legs and arms around him, not wanting to let go of this feeling he has given to me.

 

[alli_cat]

Chloe

I relax into the car seat, feeling comfortable and safe with Jerome beside me. I hadn't realised how tired I was until I sat down, but leaning back, surrounded by his warm presence, I can't keep my eyes open any longer. It's a novel change to be carried home in an automobile instead of walking, I haven't been in one since I left my parent's house. Putting thoughts of my family aside, I open my eyes again to watch Jerome driving, his face serious as he concentrates on the road. I wonder how his face looks when he climaxes, if his jaw clenches like this, if that tiny furrow across his forehead becomes more prominent. A soft flush spreads through my body and I sigh quietly. Jerome looks over and smiles at me, and I grin and look out the window.

 

[rnld1944]

Jerome, the Bartender

Driving along. concentrating on where I am going, not being familiar with this area of the city. Glancing over at Chloe, breathing so evenly ... must have closed her eyes for a few minutes .... looking back at the streets. I get that feeling that I'm being watched, and, looking over at Chloe, I see that she has opened her eyes just a bit and is looking at me. I feel a little twitch in my loins as I look at her ... something about those eyes.

As I smile at her, she grins in return, then turns to look out the window, looking for the turn-off which she told me is difficult to see at night as the street lights in this area are not the best. She points ahead and tells me that the turn into her building is just ahead. Don't know if I am reading something into her voice, but I think I detect a hint of anticipation in her speaking.

Turning into the lot behind her building, I hop out of the car and hurry around to open the door for Chloe. Placing my hand on her back, feeling her lean in a bit against me, as I close the car door behind her, "After you."

Following her thru the door and down the hall to her apartment, both of us are pretty quiet ... I guess it is late, not wanting to disturb any other residents here. Entering your apartment, you turn to me, "Well, here it is ... home sweet home ... cluttered as it is ..... make yourself comfortable while I start the coffee." I feel a sense of apprehension, from both of us, just being in your apartment .... but it also feels good being with you.

Wandering around the living room, looking at a few family pictures, listening to you getting the coffee started in the kitchen.

 

[Paendragon]

Connor MacLeod

She shook with anticipation as my mouth took hers... but I wasn't done. I reached one hand down between us and pressed my fingers between her legs, slipping two inside of her. She was incredibly wet, and I smiled against her mouth.

"Now comes the encore, Love..."

I gently spread her legs, and positioned my still rock hard cock against her pussy. I didn't need to aim it, or guide it... it seemed to know exactly were it wanted to be.

I pushed my hips gently, sinking slowly inside of her... a low moan escaping my lips at the feel of her welcoming me,

 

[coyotepondering]

I feel Pom'elle shake beneath me and the breath in her throat become strangled as she gasps. I watch her eyes close as the contractions in her vise hit their critical point and she bites down again on my shoulder, this time drawing a very faint trickle of blood. Suddenly, eyes wide, she looks at me, and I quickly turn to kiss her, silencing her shock.

As she melts against my mouth I continue to push into her, riding her through her relaxation from her orgasm. Her body appears spent, shocked from the unfamiliarity with the experience. Now I concentrate on my own pleasure, determined to show her how a man feels when with her and I keep my rapid pace up, beginning to sweat and become out of breath. Drawing away from Pom'elle's mouth I pull out of her body, feeling her lips stretch. Grabbing her hand I place it on my cock and use it to jerk me off as I explode onto her stomach.

Then I collapse and lay beside her, stroking her hair. I weaky pant out, "My cheri," before reaching for a towel to hand her.

 

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Pom'elle

As I am relaxing after my own orgasm I realize he did not orgasm. All of the sudden I feel him grab my hand and place it on his cock, moving it up and down. I am shocked to touch it, but after a minute actually begin to enjoy feeling him in my hand. As I continue to stroke him I feel his body tense and he explodes all over my stomach as he throbs in my hand. I smile knowing that I have given him pleasure.

“My cheri”, he says and then hands me a towel. I slowly start wiping off my stomach. My finger falls along the edge of the towel and gets some of his juices on it. Out of reflex I put my finger in my mouth to clean it off. I am shocked and pleased when I realize what was on my finger, it tastes nothing like I expected. I look up and see he is watching me. Daringly, I suck on my finger and slowly take it out of my mouth. I smile shyly at him and ask him, “Now what happens?”.

 

[coyotepondering]

Arnauld

“Now what happens?”

I smile at Pom'elle, still with her fingtip against her lips and I bend over to kiss them softly.

"Now, we get you dressed cheri." I rise from the bed and hold out a hand to help Pom'elle rise and gather each piece of her clothing. I help her dress and then hurridly gather my own before taking her hand and taking her down stairs.

"I'm afraid we've outlasted many of the others and the morning hours are already underway." We step out the back door and I already know that we won't be able to summon a cab at this hour so I lead her to my car and with her directions I find my way to her lavish home. Pulling up to the curb I run my hand up her thigh, under dress and cup Pom'elle's sex. I lean over to kiss her neck for a single peck and wish her good morning.

Seeing her flash a smile at me I say, "I hope you'll return to Delanie's sometime madame. You were a pleasureful client."

 

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Pom'elle

A shiver runs down my spine as he runs his hand up my dress. I moan quietly as his hand cups me.
"I hope you'll return to Delanie's sometime madame. You were a pleasureful client.", he says after he kisses my neck.
"I don't know, maybe, I'm not sure, I don't want you to,,,, ummm, forget it, I don't know what I was going to say. I may be back, we will see."

I get out of the car and walk to my door, as I push the door open I hear his car pull away. I walk quickly into the house not sure how much longer my legs will support me. As I lean back against the door I realize that I will definately return, I don't think I could stay away, not after the pleasure he has shown me.

 

[alli_cat]

Chloe

I can hear Jerome walking around my lounge room as I make some coffee for us both. I don't normally have visitors, and I nervously try to remember if I have left any underwear strewn around the living area. He must be looking at the pictures on the wall, there isn't much else of interest in there. With a shock, I realise that there are photos of my son in there as well, pictures that my parents ocassionally send when they remember that I exist. I just hope he doesn't ask about them. Its bad enough that he knows I'm a whore, I don't think I can handle him knowing that I gave up my child. I wouldn't know how to explain it to him, and I'm afraid that talking about it would reveal how much it still hurts, how many nights I lay awake wishing that I could hold my child... no, it's definitely not something I want to talk about.

I pile a breakfast tray with the jug of coffee, milk, sugar and some pastries. Jerome is still standing, looking a little lost, in the middle of the room.

"Please, have a seat," I say, indicating the small couch that is the only clutter-free space in the room. The other chairs are covered in sheet music, notebooks of lyrics, and gramophone recordings of my favourite jazz artists. Placing the tray on the coffee table, I sit beside Jerome, the warmth of his presence washing over me. As I pour the coffee, I can feel the heat of his leg next to mine, and a flutter of nervousness plays in my stomach. I can't quite believe that this is real, that he is sitting next to me like this. His fingers brush over mine as I hand him his cup, and our eyes meet and hold, the electricity tingling between us. I'm the first to look away, dropping my eyes as I blush, feeling strangely shy and innocent in his company.

I pick up my own coffee and lean back, trying to think of something to say.