Sequel to ‘With No End in Sight’
Nicole marvelled that Ėtienne continued to go along with her plans that they met when it suited her and not when her ardent young lover could not stay away. The fact remained that he had become obsessed with her. He had been ever since their first time together. It followed Leo and Emma Archembeau’s swinger’s beach party, her close friends living not so far from her rented holiday apartment.
There, he had seen her being pegged by a former lover in full view of other guests and she had heard him call out to her. He had been shameless in his pursuit, and she had let him in when he had persuaded her to go swimming, their skins all oiled-up and Étienne’s mouth and hands never far from claiming her large and heavy breasts.
She loved his attention to them, to all of her in what he did and knew so much of, even for a young guy, but he’d been obsessed by their flashy weight, and it had continued over three exhausting and passionate nights, times when she agreed to see him and be in Ėtienne’s company, in her rented holiday apartment or when they went out to dinner, looked in at a late opening gallery or street art and she could regale him on the skills needed for painting or, in her case, her love of sculpture and wood carvings.
The boy, for he was only twenty-three to her forty-five, was gifted in other ways and not just in her bed, where he claimed her body in tempestuous and prolonged ruts that she wanted but soon wasted her. She had to have time, and some energy and mental agility, to continue with her work while she was living at the edge of this Cote D’Azur resort.
‘What am I going to do with you and your ways?’ she smiled.
They sat on her small balcony and shared a breakfast, he wearing only his pouch briefs and she in a skimpy, see-through nightdress that was cool. There was no mistaking that she inflamed his senses all over again. ‘Do you think of anything else when you’re with me, I wonder?’
Nicole couldn’t keep from stroking his thigh. The sight of all that he brought to her was shaped perfectly. It aroused, again, a shiver of longing that the touch of his questing hand to the soft skin of her legs made so acute.
‘You are on fire….I see it in your eyes…feel it here.’
She knew that her pussy lips were wet and that it she was burning up all over again. She felt sore and tender on account of what he had done with her through the night. It seemed as if she had hardly slept but had ridden him or he had pounded into her, all finesse forsaken. It had ben to possess her body that had driven him on, and she had been overwhelmed by both pleasure and dismay.
How was she ever to end this tempestuous affair, that was more about her body than of her body and mind? There seemed an absence of true companionship, but she blamed herself for letting him in after their tryst in the sea, and for too many times to remember since that day. The beach party had been the start of it all. It; seemed to have tripped a switch that brought him to her door, her bed and her body.
‘Do you want me to go and stay away? I’m greedy, I know but you’re irresistible to me..’ He asked it as his fingers stroked over her thigh and soon felt her moistness. ‘You have your art…I have that contraption to tie me to a different world where you are not.’
He was seen to point to his laptop. He had spent time on it in the small living room as she worked out on the balcony. The effects of the sun on her skin were gloriously apparent, as it was in her hair. He called her his goddess and how was she to ignore that or the touches that he again offered as she got up from her chair and soon straddled him, the hem of her nightdress pulled up around her waist.
‘This…we do this again and then you must go,’ she gasped through their kisses as she leant forward to tug his straining penis free from those briefs. Nicole brushed its tip over her pussy lips before shifting enough to settle on him. She was so wet he glided into her with little or no resistance.
‘You’re one needy woman,’ he kissed, gripping her hips to set Nicole on her way to claiming him.
She again held his head to her breasts; felt his lips lock on her nipples before she leant back and felt his hard cock stretch and fill her needy body, her hole wet and hot for him. She groaned as she rocked and tugged in a slow mesmerising rhythm, the wooden seat creaking as she rose and fell, her feet pressing down on the warm slabs of the balcony.
‘Needy, yes…and that prick of yours finds me so quickly!’
Her vagina seemed to have come alive in no time at all as she felt his first touches only moments ago. He brought so much. His prick and its bulbous tip so near to her heat, his length touching places that had her move with increasing urgency. He was letting her fuck him in this way. Ėtienne simply stilled the jerking sway of her tits with that mouth of his and then silenced her snorted kisses, slipped his tongue deep into her mouth and she sucked on it as his lover, She felt wanton. She was wayward and knew that he had a place in her life just as she occupied a few hours, or days, in his. It would be a passionately pursued but short-lived affair between them. She wanted it all while she could claim him.
She felt him kick at the table and make way for him to lift her, still impaled on him and to carry her into the cool of the apartment and to tumble onto the bed. She had shuddered as they stepped uncertainly, she with her legs wrapped around his hips and his swollen prick easing and stretching her. Now he was torn from her body and she felt empty.
His hands caressed the hot skin of her thighs as Ėtienne slid down, his kisses and touches goading her to open for him still further before he entered. He pushed her questing hands away and drove his rigid and swollen penis deep into her until his belly slapped against her butt cheeks, his energy unforgiving and his breaths of effort caressing her face like a hot desert wind.
‘I want this…and you…if I have to leave you!’
‘I want that! I need to work…and have time to myself! You’re unreal…like an animal!’
‘But I care…’
‘Not enough!’
In spite of all that they gasped out on heated breaths of effort, of spending and giving, she caressed his body with her hands and flailing legs, her thighs on his bucking hips and her feet smoothing the skin his calves. She had to please him and take what she could from his feral acts in her and on her; the tugging clamp of his mouth on her breasts, her throat and face, before his lips again silenced her cries to him.
She thought her former lover, Max was gifted in his ways and blessed with what he brought to her, but Etienne brought the selfish ways of the young in his loving of her body; it had to be that and no more.
The swollen tip of his penis, and its girth, caressed and stretched her slicked haven as he pulled back and then tamped down onto the place he had temporarily forsaken. She screamed through his kisses and wondered about his control. She felt the tension in his buttocks as if he was holding back the inevitable until he had brought her to an orgasm.
She groaned and gripped his body. ‘Just come…let it all go…flood me with it… with all that you feel for me!’
She’d deal with the consequences.
She knew he had not put on a rubber and felt ecstatic from the unconfined pleasure of skin in skin.
Who has breakfast with the packet on the table in case you couldn’t keep your hands off each other? She laughed in her pleasure and what had arisen in her mind. She could feel his movements deep within her. He no longer tugged and kissed her breasts, but he fucked her, and she felt movements so achingly pleasurable and wanton. Her pussy had become so sensitive from last night’s tumult and now his ways would make her feel so raw and used. Whatever he did was reaching a crescendo and driving her insane. She pulled him in, tighter, with what remained of her strength. Raw intensity would overcome the practised giving of pleasure.
‘I’ll make you remember me!’ he yelled, and she felt his body spasm as his jetting streams of cum slicked her wet haven and she gripped on him; her cunt walls gripped and tugged on him as she finally felt the rush of her second orgasm crash over her, her cunt squeezing and easing until they had nothing left to give or take from each other.
‘You darling…I’ll never know of it again…quite like this,’ she whispered as Etienne slowly collapsed and lay in her arms, his prick still in her, but already growing softer and flaccid. She had won again.
She met his look upon her as she gently lifted his head from between her breasts.
‘You know that we can only love by appointment. I can’t have you staying here all the time. It’s elfish, I know, but I’ve met you in every way I can and when you ask this of me…’
Etienne nodded and slowly bent to kiss her lips.
‘I couldn’t bear to see that man with you at the party. You deserved someone hungrier for you…the woman.’
Nicole wondered what to say in reply.
She knew, or felt, that it would be some time before her pussy walls recovered from what he had brought and done with her. She might even get to believe that with him she had shared in a loving act, and not just the wild rutting of two hungering people who had only just met, and in the strangest of circumstances.
Swingers parties were no longer for her to pursue.
She didn’t want to feel that it no longer mattered what two people did when naked in each other’s arms, and their hormones raced to find full expression through deeds and empty words.
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