2 comments/ 17194 views/ 3 favorites Amalie By: Cromagnonman In the basement of my apartment block is a little used gymnasium that the developers had installed as a selling point, hoping to attract a certain clientele, thirty something professionals who had a desire to keep up a fitness regime that their busy work schedules would not allow. As far as I could work out I was the only person that, worked out. I can't believe that I just wrote that, sorry. Back to my story. Last night I came down here to burn off some of my tensions following a particularly shitty day. I was giving the punching bag a pounding when she came in. I was immediately attracted by her feline grace. She didn't so much as walk, as glide across to a piece of equipment. She was wearing tight fitting gym shorts and a Lycra crop top that was not much more than a thin strip of stretch material over her breasts, her nipples thrust the material out in two points. She placed a towel and water bottle on the floor and sat at this machine, grabbed the handles and began to move her arms back and forth in a movement, designed to improve her upper body strength, that thrust her chest out, and each time her breasts tilted up in a way that halted my pounding of the bag. I just stood and stared, an unashamedly open mouthed stare. She caught a glimpse of me in the mirrored wall and a smile of pure provocation crossed her face. She reached down for her water bottle and took a sip before lifting the front of her top away and pouring some water between her breasts. I didn't know how much more of this I could stand but my uncooperative legs wouldn't let me leave. "Hi, I haven't seen you here before. In fact I haven't seen anyone here before." "Zere nevaire seems to be anyone who use zis place." (I will attempt to write her speech phonetically to give you some idea of her accent.) "I am Amalie, and your name is." "Peter. I haven't seen you around this building before, have you lived here long?" "I have been 'ere trez, three months." "You are French, yes?" Oh God, I was beginning to phrase my questions as a Frenchman would. "Yes I am. I am from Paree, but soon I sink I must go back." "That's too bad. Do you work out often? You don't look as if you need the exercise." "Zere are many ways, Peter, of keeping fit, so zere is little need for this." Nothing ventured, nothing gained I always say. Actually I don't always say that but it seemed appropriate for the occasion. I walked across and straddled the bench that she also straddled. We faced each other and my eyes were drawn to the seam on her shorts that cut a path between her pussy lips. She saw me glance down and tilted her hips forward in an act of extreme provocation. She looked at me and saw the centre-pole of my tented shorts being raised. That provocative smile again crossed her face. If I didn't know better I would think that I was getting the come-on from her. She raised her water bottle to her lips and took a sip and then she offered it to me. I tasted her lipstick on it as I sipped some water before handing it back to her. "May I ask, what are you doing this evening?" "Nussing, I am 'ow you say, as free as a bird." "Would you like to have to dinner with me?" "As you wish." "Come, we'll go up to my apartment so I can have a shower and change, then we can go to your apartment so that you can change and then we eat." "Very well." Very well? Very well? I can't believe this is happening to me, I can't believe that this incredibly sexy young woman is agreeing to come to my apartment. I was in the shower lathering my chest when I heard the bathroom door open, then the shower screen slid back to reveal Amalie, naked, her small compact body stood there for a second and then she joined me, taking the soap from me and slowly running it through the mat of hair on my chest. Even this act had a sensuality that I couldn't believe. She motioned for me to turn around and began washing my back. When she got to my bum she paid particular attention to the crack, running a hand between my legs, allowing her finger to penetrate, ever so slightly, my puckered hole. She lathered her hands with soap and put her arms around me, gathering my erect cock in her hands she began to stroke it while holding me to her. By standing on her toes with a leg either side of mine she was able to slide her pussy up and down on my arse cheek. I could feel her breasts pushing against my back. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," her soft voice kept time with her hips. Her hands had stopped stroking my cock and were just holding it gently between them. I couldn't bear it any longer. Turning in her embrace I took her in my arms and kissed her pouting lips, my tongue hungrily searching for hers, it was easy to find. "Come." I turned off the water and took a towel and dried her. She took the towel from me and dried me, making sure that my cock received particular attention. I took her hand and led her to my bedroom and, as we reached the side of the bed she put her arms around my neck and kissed me, at the same time her legs had straddled mine and she was quite literally fucking my leg. I could feel the juices pouring from her pussy and leaving a wet trail in the hair. "Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh," She breathed as her hips tilted in time to her up and down movement I picked her up and lay her on the bed and as I kissed her breasts she continued her sensuous movement on my leg. "Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh," She wriggled out from under me and rolled onto her knees, her upper body lay flat on the bed. I was reminded of, when I was a young kid, seeing my cat enticing a tom by crouching down and leaving her back in the air and by moving from paw to paw she was wiggling her hips in a seductive manner. This was exactly what Amalie was doing, by shifting from one knee to the other she was exposing her pussy to me in the same seductive manner. I entered her, pushing my cock into her until I felt my balls against her lips. By rocking her hips she was sliding her pussy up and down my cock. "Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh," Again she was keeping time with her movements, then gradually her voice changed, "Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah," slowly gathering speed, her hips and her voice getting faster and faster until, "Mon Dieu, I cum, I cum!" She pushed her pussy back against my cock and I felt a flood of her juices covering my balls. She pulled away from me and turned so that she could take my cock in her mouth, at the same time sitting on the bed with a leg either side of me so that as she held me gently in her hand and barely touched my cock with her lips she was once more fucking my leg. "Mmu, mmu, mmu, mmu, mmu, mmu," Her muffled grunts kept pace. Pulling away from her, I knelt before rocking back on my haunches so she was able to straddle me and feed my cock into her pussy. Taking her in my arms I held her close, feeling her breasts against my chest, her hard nipples pressing into me. Her hips began to rock back and forth as they had done when she was on her knees in front of me, and this time she was again sliding her pussy up and down my shaft. "Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh," I kissed her and the noise that she made became a whimper, Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm," She ended the kiss and her head tilted back exposing her throat to my kiss, "Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah," I could feel the vibration of her throat against my lips, "Aaaaaah!" Her hips stopped moving, her pussy clenched my cock in its strong grasp, and her body slumped against mine. I raised myself and laid her down on the bed, her legs still around me and began to slide my cock in and out of her pussy, "Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah," She released her grip on my body so that her feet were on the bed and was arching her back, rising to meet every thrust. She must have sensed that I was about to cum because she pulled away from me, "Ma bouche, my mouth, cum in my mouth." The first spurt missed her mouth and ended up on her forehead, but, by the time that the second left me she had her lips around my cock and was hungrily swallowing everything I gave her. We lay side by side catching our breath, "I think we should get something to eat, we can always come back to this later. We should get dressed and we'll go to your apartment so that you can change." "I am sorry but I do not 'ave ze apartment to go to. I 'ave vacate it, my baggarge is in ze storarge room downstairs." "What about clothes? Surely you have a change of clothes?" "I can get some clothing from my baggarge in ze morning, but for now zis is all that I 'ave. It is also that my visa has expired and I 'ave to leave zis country." "You can stay here tonight if you wish." If she wishes! Ha! It is my wish that she stay here tonight, and I don't really give a shit about eating. "Merci, bonne, zank you, zis is good, No?" "This is good, yes. Would you like a cup of coffee or something else to drink?" "Café is good." We went into the kitchen and I made us coffee and scrabbled around in the pantry for something to eat. All I could find were some dry cookies and cheese. It wasn't much of a meal but it gave me the opportunity to take a closer look at Amalie. She would have been 156cm tall and not much more than 55kg. She had a honey coloured complexion with no bikini marks, her hair was dark and cut short in a bob. Her breasts were not large but what they lacked in size they made up for with their perfect shape, the aureoles and nipples were much darker than the rest of her skin and were perfectly centred on her breast. There was a small tuft of black pubic hair, trimmed into a narrow vertical strip. But the most striking feature was her mouth. Her mouth was the most sensuous I have ever seen, her lips were full and her top lip arched upwards revealing perfect white teeth. When she smiled it was enough to make any man weak at the knees, and when she laughed you could sense that it began deep in her belly and by the time it reached her lips it had taken on a sensuousness of its own. Amalie was the most sexual, the most sensuous, woman that I have ever met and I got a hard-on just watching her move, with that feline grace of hers, and listening to her throaty voice and her very French accent. It would take a stronger man than I not to fall under the spell of this woman. I was seated at the table nibbling on the last morsels of food when she came and sat on my lap, putting her arms around my neck and kissing me, her tongue entering my mouth and helping itself to some of the food that I was chewing. "Come wiz me." I did as I was commanded and she led me back to the bedroom which was redolent of our previous encounter. She led me to the bed and bade me to lie on my back. She then straddled my leg and began to tease my cock into life with that wonderful mouth of hers. As her tongue circled the head of my cock and her lips encircled the shaft she began once more to fuck my leg. It seemed as if her hips were incapable of remaining still for a second. . "Mmu, mmu, mmu, mmu, mmu, mmu," Her voice became more urgent. She let my cock drop from her mouth and turned around so that her hips were raised and facing away from me, again she moved from knee to knee in that provocative feline fashion luring my cock to her pussy. "Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh," Her rhythm and mine were in harmony with her soft grunts keeping time. I leaned forward and kissed the side of her face and she turned to allow me to kiss her lips, her tongue protruding between her lips. I increased my speed, slowly building momentum and her grunting built in intensity. "Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah. Cum Cherie, harder, harder." I increased my speed still further, my balls were slamming into her at the end of each stroke and matching her grunts, "Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah," her hips slamming back as I pushed forward, increasing the sensation, until, "Aaaaaah!" She collapse onto the bed with me still inside her, her legs apart allowed me to continue to fuck her. Slowly her hips began to raise themselves from the bed and she began that movement that gave me so much pleasure, I was reaching my climax, "Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah," Our voices and movements in unison. "Please Cherie, please cum inside me, cum, cum, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, Aaaaaah!" I drove my cock into her as my cum spurted, filling her cunt and blending with her juices. She pulled clear of me and turned around, pushing me onto my back she straddled my shoulders and covered my mouth with her pussy. I opened my mouth and scooped our juices from her, lapping all of them until no more seeped out. She didn't move her pussy so I continued to probe its inside with my tongue, stiffening it as much as I could so that I could penetrate further inside her. Sensing what I was doing she began to fuck my tongue, tilting her hips so that her clit was included. As my cock began to stiffen she took her pussy from my tongue and again straddled my leg and began to suck my cock, her head sliding along its full length while her hips were rubbing back and forth on my leg. Amalie was insatiable, she had to have some sort of action with her pussy at all times, she couldn't seem to stop moving for a second. Now I knew what she meant when she told me that 'Zere are many ways of keeping fit." This was definitely her way. She took her mouth from my cock and slid her body up mine, trapping my cock between her breasts, her saliva providing the lubricant as she fucked me with her tits. While they weren't large, they were close together and, by pushing down with her body, she was able to fully enclose my cock. The sensational was like nothing that I have ever experienced. While she was doing this her hips were still driving her pussy up and down on my leg. After a minute of two she lay on her back with her legs wide apart, thighs at right angles to her body looking very much like a frog. I knelt between her legs and began to fuck her. From her cries and the fact that she clenched my cock hard at least three times I believed that she had cum at least three times before I finally unloaded another load of my cum into her eager body. She turned around and lay beside me with her leg over mine and my cum oozing onto my thigh. "You are a vairy good lovair Cheri, now I think we 'ave a short rest." Her arm reached across my chest and she pulled me closer. I couldn't have been asleep more than a couple of minutes when her hips began moving again and she reached for my cock, bringing it to erection. She moved her leg across my body until she had straddled me, and then she fed my cock inside her once more. Her body began to move, sliding up and down my cock, "Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, Aaaaaah!" Her pussy clenched my cock and her body went into a series of spasms as she came again, and again. She was almost having one long, continuous orgasm. Is there no end to this woman's energy? She flipped around and was on her hands and knees again in that cat pose that I found so appealing, rocking from knee to knee, inviting me inside her beautiful body. Again I pushed my cock into and she took over, tilting her hips and pushing back against me, , "Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, come Cherie, cum in me, cum in me, cum in me, Aaaaaah!" This was incredible, I had just dumped a year's supply of cum in this woman in one night. I was beginning to wonder how long I could keep this up before I died of exhaustion. Amalie sucked my cock clean of our juices, and sucked him back into life, and sucked him until he shot a feeble jet of cum into her mouth. To her he was an ice-cream cone, she licked him, she sucked on him, she swirled her tongue around his head, and while she was doing all this she had straddled my body and the cum that I had left in her pussy was a sticky pool on my stomach. It was around midnight when Amalie eventually ran out of energy. By this time I was thoroughly exhausted, happy that I'd been making love to this woman for at least 4 hours, much longer than I have ever made love before and definitely longer than I thought possible. "We sleep now Cheri." I couldn't agree more and in minutes I was asleep with her purring contentedly in my arms. If I die tomorrow, I will die happy. Tomorrow, today, it was, I was half awake wondering how I was going to tell Amalie that I didn't think that, much as I loved what we did last night, I could stand to go through this again. I just wasn't cut out for sexual marathons every night. As I became fully awake I realised that Amalie was not beside me. All that remained of her was the smell of her juices, now a dried stain on the sheets, and my dried cum on my leg, on my stomach, knotting my pubic hair. I got out of bed hoping to find her in the kitchen or bathroom but there was no sign of her. Then I noticed a note propped against a vase on the coffee table in the Living Room. With some sort of trepidation I opened it. 'Cheri, I must leave you without I say adieu. It must be so, so be not sad for what cannot be. I have lie to you. I have apartment for this night but I did not want to go to it. You see I met my lover in Paris and he arrange for me to come here and he would give for me an apartment. But he began to stop coming to see me, (I wonder why? I said sarcastically) and I am furious, so I ring his house and the telephone is answer by his femme, his wife. He did not tell me that he was married, and that he was live with her. His wife, she tell him that if he do not stop seeing me, she will, how she say, take him to the cleaners. Then he tells me that the apartment belongs to his ami from work who is on vacation and is coming home. I have to leave the apartment in less than one week. Do not look for me here because I am gone. The reason that I did not want to go to my apartment is that I know the he will come to see me tonight to fuck me one last time, and I will not have that. So when I saw you go to the gymnasium and I follow and allow you to seduce me and take me to your apartment. Do not be sad for me Cheri, you will find someone who is not so nymphomaniac as me. I have to have love all the time and that to me is a burden I must bear. I know I will never be faithful to one man, so I must not allow myself to fall in love at all. I say to you that with you I was wondering if it was possible, but alors, Cheri, it cannot be. Be content in knowing that you are my best lover. If you make love to your new lover as you have to me she will be content. Au revoir Cheri, Amalie.' Amalie Ch. 02 This story should be read in conjunction with 'Amalie'. C. The story so far: Peter is allowed to 'seduce' the sexually voracious Amalie. Just as he searches for the words to tell her that he doesn't think that he can keep up with her sexually, he reads her letter telling him that what they had that night could not last, that she would not allow herself to fall in love, and that she could not stay true to one man. My head is spinning from so many emotions competing for centre stage. I know that I cannot possibly keep up with her sexual appetite, but there must be something I can do about that. I was in awe of her sensuality, she was by far the sexiest woman I have ever met, her face, her body, the way that she walked, it was pure sex. I was hurt that she left without saying goodbye. I was hurt that she said there was no hope for me, for us. I was consoled that she actually thought, briefly that she could change because of me. I was consoled that she considered me to be her best lover. I sat, staring at her letter, a mixture of hope and despair. Could my hope surpass my despair as the dominant emotion? If so, what could I do? She has said that I would be wasting my time looking for her because she has gone. I don't know where to start because I don't even know her last name. I don't know the name of the person who owns the apartment, or his friend who allowed her to use it. Think dammit! You have a brain, use it. My first decision is; do I want to find her? Do I take the chance of finding something more than lust with her, or do I risk the disappointment in not being able to keep up with her lifestyle? On my third cup of breakfast I had reached a decision. I would find her! I sent an Email to my boss informing that I was availing myself of 4 weeks of accrued leave and to transfer my salary into my bank account. I then rang cab companies until I found the one that had picked her up from our building. As luck would have it her driver had just finished his shift and returned to base. With a sob story about her leaving important possessions behind, he agreed to speak to me. "I am trying to find where she lives so that I can forward her belongings to her." "You mean to say that you know this woman but don't know where she lives?" "I have only known her for a short time, we didn't quite get around to discussing our long term future before she had to return to Paris. You must have seen a luggage tag, what was on in?" "Just the name 'A. Baptiste and Montparnasse" It wasn't much, but it was a start. I booked on the first available flight to Paris and checked into a pension close to Montparnasse. I would decide how to go about finding her when I get there. I began by looking in the telephone directory for all Baptistes who lived in Montparnasse. There were five of them but none with the first name initial 'A'. Could it be that she was married? Could she be unmarried and living with her parents? Worse still she could be married but the luggage label was still in her single name? There was only one way to find out and that was to call all of them and ask for her by name, hoping that she answered the telephone and not her husband. There was one major stumbling block to this plan, I spoke absolutely no French. Armed with a phrase book, I picked up the phone and dialled the first number on my list. A man answered. "Allo?" "Allo. Pardonez moi M'sieur. Je suis chercher une femme, Amalie Baptiste?" "You may speak English M'sieur." "Merci beaucoup. I am looking for a woman named Amalie Baptiste. All the I know of her is that she either lives in Montparnasse or used to live here." "You are in luck M'sieur, (I couldn't believe it, jackpot on my first call) but then you may not be in luck. She is my step-daughter, but I regret to inform you that she is married. Her husband, is I believe, working overseas and she has recently returned from there. Why do you seek her?" "I met her briefly not long ago and she said that if I ever found myself in Paris I should call on her. (What a fucking lie!) Unfortunately for me I misplaced her address and telephone number." "I see. Allow me to speak with her and if she wishes to meet you she will call you, where can you be reached?" I gave him the address and phone number of the Pension. There was nothing left but to wait, wait in the hope that she will see me after telling me not to look for her. For the next two days I ventured out to sightsee my way around Paris, having told the proprietor of the Pension, Madam Foucault, to take a message if anyone called. I saw the Louvre, the Notre Dame, I took a boat ride down the Seine, I walked in the Bois de Boulogne, I drank coffee in Montmartre, I even managed to get a cancellation and dine at Maxim's. When I returned from that particular pleasure I was met by Madame Foucault who told me that I had a visitor. "How long ago?" I asked her. "She waits for you still, she has been here for nearly two hours. She insisted on waiting so I let her into your room." I opened my door to be greeted by, nothing. The was no sign of her until I entered my bedroom, and there she was, asleep in my bed. Even in sleep she was the most sensual person I've ever met. I crossed to the bed and lowered myself to lie beside her. "Pierre, Cheri is it you?" "Oui." I kissed her and immediately she was wide awake and had flung her arms around my neck and was raining kisses all over my face. I took her face in my hands and pulled mine away from hers. "Amalie, before we get too carried away, we need to talk. I read your letter and from I got the impression that you are afraid." "Afraid of what?" "Afraid of commitment, afraid of allowing the needs of your heart over-ride the needs of your body, afraid of falling in love. I'm not saying that you don't have feelings for your husband, but you said that, while you knew that it was impossible between us, you had wondered if it could be." "I didn't want to 'urt you Pierre, I didn't want you to believe in somesing that 'ad no future. I admit that I was thinking if it could be, but my 'ead would not allow it. We must be practical." "But tonight your actions deny those thoughts." "It is true. When I came 'ere, it was to tell you to go 'ome and forget all about me, but when you kiss me, all I wanted was to love you. It is something that I cannot explain." "When you left I was sad because I loved everything about you, you are the sexiest, most beautiful woman that I have ever met, and I must admit that I did begin to fall in love with you, and yes, I realised that there are some hurdles that we will have to climb over if this is to lead to anything. My reason for coming here is to see you again and to find out for myself how high the hurdles are and if I want to climb them, if you are interested in climbing them." "But Cheri, what about my 'usband?" "Your husband is away working. You said yourself that you can't be true to one man. What I would like is for you to come with me, I want to travel to the Auvergne, Carcassonne and Beziers, I have read of the history of those places and want to see it for myself. I want to see more of France than Paris, in fact if it were not for the hope of seeing you I would have left Paris days ago. Come with me please, Amalie." "I will come wis you, but I do not want you to believe sat everysing will be pairfect." "I've wanted to do this. Amalie, voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir?" "Oui m'sieur. But Pierre, that is so formal, if you and I were lovers, you would ask, 'tu coucher avec moi ce soir?' Je répondre, oui aussi." She threw back the covers revealing that gorgeous, sensuous body that I loved so well not long, but too long, ago. I hastily took off my clothes and climbed in beside her. Even before I had fully settled in bed she was in my arms and hungrily kissing my lips, my face, my neck. I took her face in my hands and drew it to mine, I kissed her gently, but not without passion, and she realised that I wanted to take my time and luxuriate in her presence, that I was more interested in her as a person I could love, rather than as the recipient of my sperm. She said one word that said it all, "D'accord." I kissed her again, easing my tongue into her mouth and caressing hers, my hands were stroking her face, her hair, her neck, my fingers barely touched her but her reaction was more intense than the last time. She held me close, her hands not straying from my neck, the noise that I could hardly hear was not the frantic aah, aah, or huh, huh, as before but a contented "Mmmmm," My fingers began their slow journey down her body, still barely touching her, little shudders of pleasure followed their touch, her nipples were erect and hard by the time I reached them, and she pushed herself against my fingers. I rolled a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, "Ahh." Her body pressed against mine, I could feel her heat, but she didn't perform those movements that aroused me so much. She was content to let me make the pace this time. She was enjoying letting me make the pace. My fingers moved down her spine to her arse crack. I idly drew small circles on her coccyx that sent shivers throughout her body. I cupped her cheeks and pulled her hips in to me, my cock was hard and pointing towards my waist and my balls fitted nicely into the hollow where her body disappeared between her legs. This time it was a shudder that ran through her body. "Mon Dieu, I have nevair felt anysing like zis before, you have not touched my pussy, you cock is not between my legs and yet I 'ave ze orgasm, How can zis be?" "That my sweet, is the difference between having sex and making love. I could have fucked you but you would never be sure that I loved you as opposed to using your body, to lust. I find it much more enjoyable, and there is more to come, much more. I do not know yet if I am in love with you, but I do love making you feel loved." I reached my hand between her legs and my finger pushed gently between her pussy lips without penetrating inside. I moved it slowly back and forth, stopping short of her clit. Amalie's fingers followed the actions of mine and traced their way down my body and when she eventually arrived at my cock, it was all that I could do to prevent myself from cumming immediately. She sensed this and decreased her pressure on my shaft until I could hardly feel it. I could hardly feel it but my cock was very much aware of the presence of her gentle fingers. I had won the first round, she had now realised that there was a difference between the sexual pleasure and fulfilment to be gained with someone who you truly cared for and the purely selfish gratification of carnal needs. I fondled her pussy, still without penetrating her, and her reaction was more than I had anticipated. She whimpered, she sobbed, she let go of my cock and pulled me to her, "Je t'aime, Cherie, I 'ave nevair felt zis way before. I tell you zat I 'ave 'ad many, many lovairs but you are ze first who 'as made me feel like zis." I kissed her gently, "Amalie, my sweet," I whispered to her mouth, "I believe that I love you also. I am going to ask for one thing, and that is for you to hold me as you are, to hold me as if the pain of letting me go will be too great for you to bear, and we will go to sleep, without me fucking you, without you fucking me and tomorrow, before we leave for our holiday together, we will consummate our love for each other properly, with tender love and true affection. Would you do that for me, for the me whose body is telling his heart to forget all this love bullshit and just get on with fucking the sexiest, most sensual body I have ever held." "Pierre, Cheri," I could feel the tears running down her cheeks, "Zat is the most wonderful zing zat any man has asked me to do, and I know it will be 'ard for my body to remain still for this night, but I also know zat zis is what my 'art desires." Her arms tightened around me and her lips met mine, but without the urgency of lust. Several times during that night I woke to find Amalie's relaxed arms still around me and each time, when I moved, she tightened her grip on me and her lips would find mine, but she didn't wake beyond a "Mmmmmm," of contentment. I woke in heaven and I was being caressed by an angel, her lips, her fingers, were moving slowly across my body, down my legs, without touching my painfully erect cock. I flinched when fingertips circled my balls a couple of times before moving back up my body to my face. "Ah, I see you are awake Cheri. Be still Môn amour, it is my turn to give the pleasures of ze 'art." With that she returned to her caressing, only this time she included my cock. She was between my legs and I could see her face as she crept up on him, her expression was one that took my breath away with its pure sensuality. She lavished so much sensual pleasure on it that I was in danger of cumming all over the place and it was only then that she positioned herself over it and lowered herself until she had it fully enclosed. But there was none of the hip tilting movements of before, she used her muscles to caress him, to love him, to fondle him, and all the while she was herself moving closer to her own climax, and when it came it wasn't the world shattering experience that she had expected, it was a much more powerful experience for her, made even more powerful by my unleashing of wave after wave of warm, sticky cum deep inside her body. For the first time since we had met again, her kiss was one of unbridled passion, not the passion of lust, of carnal pleasure, but of an understanding of love. She turned her head from me. Curious as to why she did this, I took her head in my hands and turned it back. Her eyes were awash with tears. "I'm so sorry Cheri," she sobbed. "So sorry for ze way zat I treated you. I sink zat to please a man you 'ave only to fuck 'im. But now, because of you I know zat zere is more zan zat. To make ze man 'appy you must love from wizin." "Not all men are like me. Many of the men that you have fucked would be satisfied with what you gave them, they would also be satisfied with masturbation, watching porn movies, reading porn magazines. For them sex is an end to itself, but to me, sex, or making love, is part of a much greater experience and one that, once experienced you will never forget." "When will you leave?" "As soon as we make love again, and then we will go to your house while you pack some clothes and then we leave." It took longer for us to make love than it took for Amalie to pack her things but it was still early afternoon when we boarded a train for Toulouse where we would pick up a car for the rest of out trip. I had rented a small villa in Bezier that we would use as our base for exploring the region. It was supplied with most of the essentials for our stay, we only needed to pick up fresh produce for our meals. Amalie revelled in her role as my wife, she was a brilliant cook and an entertaining companion during our tours around the district, she seemed to have an extensive knowledge of not only the places to go and things to see, but about the history, in particular the Cathar peoples who were so cruelly treated by Simon de Montfort. This was the reason that I chose to come here and to have someone so conversant in their history, someone as beautiful as Amalie, was for me a bonus. We ate the regional foods, drank the regional wines and in the evening we lay in bed discussing what we had seen and done during the day, and after that, well. "I 'ave nevair been zis content." She purred, her arms around my neck and her naked body stretched alongside mine, touching for its entire length. I kissed her in the manner that she had come to love. I caressed her in the manner that she had come to love. I loved her in the manner that she had come to love. I traced her body with my fingertips, I kissed her body in the wake of my fingers, and when I reached her pussy I licked her with a tenderness that had her quivering with anticipation, and when I eventually slid my cock into her anxiously waiting pussy it started a chain reaction of orgasms that lasted for as long as I was inside her. When we were alone in our house we walked naked, unashamed of our nudity, in fact we were so comfortable with our bodies that we would willingly respond to our needs, pausing in the middle of doing some chore to caress each other, which inevitably led to our making love. Amalie began to express her love for me in a much more open and unguarded manner and I did the same for her, we were so comfortable in our oneness that it was inevitable that I should eventually express my desire to take our relationship to the next level. We were in bed, at the end of a day of touring, and I was caressing her nipple while kissing her neck. "Amalie, will you marry me?" "Cheri, I would do it in a minuit, but for one leetle zing, alas I am already married. I will come to you and live wiz you as 'usband and wife, but I cannot marry you." "I'm not asking you to marry me this instant, I want you to file for divorce from your husband and when it is final, then we can marry. If you want to live with me until then, I would love that." From that moment we became, for all intents and purposes, man and wife, and the next day, while we were shopping for food, I bought her a ring which she happily placed on her finger to replace her wedding band that she had taken off the night before. Amalie was mine. After two weeks soaking up the weather, the sights and the foods of that part of France, we reluctantly had to return to Paris. It, sadly, was time for me to leave, it was also time for Amalie to apply for a resident Visa. Because this would take some time I reluctantly had to leave her behind. It was during my last night in Paris that I learned about Amalie's life. The man that I had spoken to, her step-father, was her mother's third husband. She was not married to Amalie's biological father, who it turned out, was a government official, and who would come in useful in processing her Visa application. Amalie's mother, in her early years, up until age and the ravages of a hard life intervened, was what is known in France as a 'demimondaine', a lady of dubious reputation. Her discreet liaisons were always with important and influential men. She it was who taught Amalie that to get ahead in this world a woman had to be freely able to give pleasure to a man. Love, commitment, long term relationships were words that we never spoken in that world. Her marriages were marriages of convenience, when money was in short supply one sought out a wealthy lover and if he desired to marry, then so be it. The marriage was always on the condition that he overlook her indiscretions and, when and if she tired of her husband which she invariably did, they would divorce amicably and go their separate ways, she substantially richer. This is how it was with Amalie, she was studying to be a chef and was finding it difficult to make ends meet on a student's allowance. Her mother was between husbands so was unable to supplement Amalie's meagre allowance so it was suggested that a suitable husband be found. Jean-Claude Fachineaux was a Mining Engineer who worked on projects around the world. His job took him away from his home and wife for long periods of time which slotted nicely into Amalie's plans. She completed her studies, but because her husband earned a large salary, there was no need for her to work, so she didn't. His absences also meant that she was often bored, and took many lovers as a cure for that boredom, which was how she came to meet the lover who invited her to move into my apartment block. If I could find him I would thank him. The inevitable outcome of this lifestyle was the fear of commitment, the fear of losing control over the situation. Amalie was taught that the woman, if she provided the desired service at a satisfactory level, was always in control. What I had introduced into the equation by taking from her some of the control over the lovemaking, was a sharing of control. Sharing was a new experience for her, for while she had, up to a point, shared a life with her husband, that point was very small indeed. Her decision to share her entire life with me was such a radical departure from the usual that I was overwhelmed by its magnitude. Amalie Ch. 02 The love that we shared that night, which we gave and received in equal measure, was the most fundamentally profound experience I have ever had. Each caress, each kiss, each word spoken in love carried us to the moment when my cock entered into that sublime world of her pussy and partook of every nuance of shared love and affection, that it transported us to our shared climax, several times. The major difference from our first encounter was that, even though we came more times that night than on the first night, because it wasn't the frenetic athletic sex we had experienced, we were not exhausted by it. The doubts I had on that first night had all been answered. I left a tearful Amalie at the airport with the promise that I would contact her every day. We would use our computers and phone cams so that we would not only hear each other, but see each other. A month after leaving her I spoke to an excited Amalie. "My Cherie, I 'ave good news for you, for us. I will not tell you now for I will be with you in two days. I will tell you all zen. I love you very much my Cheri." She gave me her flight number and arrival time. It was the most agonising two days of my entire life. I couldn't wait to hear her news. That it was good news was obvious from her words and the tone of her voice, but what it was eluded me. I booked a hire car for the occasion for a couple of very good reasons, they have priority parking access at the terminal, I wouldn't have to drive so could concentrate on Amalie, and it sounded as if she might need some help with her luggage. I stood next to the chauffeur at the International Arrivals watching the passengers come through from Customs, and then I saw her, mere seconds before she saw me. "Cheri!" It was a shriek of pure joy, her luggage trolley was forgotten as she launched herself at me across the concourse. Her arms were thrown around my neck and her kisses covered my face. The enthusiasm of her joy in seeing me brought the whole concourse to a halt. Some of the crowd looked on with envy at our joy, others were swept up by it and greeted each other with more enthusiasm than planned. There were even some of the crowd taking photographs of us, one, a Paparazzo as it turned out, thought that there could be a story in it so he asked us for details. "I 'ave flown from Paree to be wiz the man I love, the man I am to marry, zat is all!" We did not oblige his request for our names. Meanwhile our chauffeur had collected Amalie's trolley and was waiting for us. "If you wait just here I will bring the car up." As we stood at the kerb waiting we were the centre of attention from the emerging passengers and the people who met them. There were nudges and whispered comments, sly glances from men checking Amalie out, jealous glances from men checking Amalie out. We were glad of the arrival of our car and the safety of the back seat. "I gather that you two are glad to see each other." "You gather correctly." "I'll not intrude on your moment. Carry on." "Sank you M'sieur." Amalie said as she came into my arms. Our next conscious moment was when the car pulled up outside my apartment building. The driver carried the cases up for us and received a generous tip for his troubles. "Tell me, what is your good news?" I asked my love between kisses. "Cherie, I am free!" "What do you mean? No, it can't be!" "It is true Cheri! Two weeks ago I receive a letter from a lawyer telling me that Jean-Claude wishes for the divorce. 'E 'as met a woman who is 'aving 'is baby. He wants to marry 'er, so 'e ask me for divorce. I sign the paper and 'e goes to zis place where these things 'appen quickly, and three days ago I am a free woman. We can marry straight away. Is good news oui?" "Is very good news, oui!" I picked her up and spun around the room with my Darling's lips pressed hard against mine. I will not describe our lovemaking that night, it is our secret. Suffice it to say it was superior in every way to anything we had experienced previously. I sold my apartment and Amalie sold the house in Paris that she gained from her divorce. We bought a large farmhouse, beside a canal in the South of France, that we converted into a Bed & Breakfast with a restaurant attached. Amalie is fast gaining a reputation among locals and tourists alike, for her culinary skills and she is teaching these to her successor. It was inevitable that our love making should produce results and we are to be blessed with a child in a month. I must go, Amalie has just walked by, and there is nothing more sensual to me than the sight of my wife and child, walking naked across the room. I gotta go, 'bye.