0 comments/ 12821 views/ 0 favorites The Fantasy Weekend Ch. 01 By: KarinDiSeduzione Dedicated to my lover, Jean ValJean * Sex is on my mind all the time. It is all I seem to be able to think about. I sit at my computer and work. While working, thinking of making love to you is in the back of my mind all the time. I play out different scenarios in my head. Sometimes the scenarios are so vivid, that I can have an orgasm just by thinking about them. One of my favorite fantasies involves you calling me up to tell me to drop everything that we are going away for a weekend. You tell me not to pack anything, that all has been taken care of. You won't tell me where we are going. You tell me just to grab my purse and come as I am. Fortunately, in my fantasy, the call hasn't come when I've been mowing the lawn or doing some other dirty job around the house. You tell me you will pick me up in 30 minutes. So, I at least have time to freshen up a bit. I wash my face, brush my teeth, put on fresh makeup and change my clothes. By the time this is done, you are ringing my doorbell. You greet me with a soul-touching, deep, passionate kiss and we embrace tightly. "Are you ready for our weekend?" You ask. You have a wicked grin on your face, and so I know you have something really special planned. "I'm game for anything," I reply. We get in your car. You lean over and kiss me again. "There's just one thing before we go," you say. "What's that?" I ask. "I don't want you to know where we are going. It's a surprise, so I want you to wear a blindfold." "Ok, I guess." I'm a little confused by this request. "I'm kidnapping you for a weekend of passion and lovemaking. You will enjoy yourself, I promise," you reassure me. "Well, I did say I was game for anything." I smile back at you. I look around the car once before allowing you to blindfold me. You have it well stocked for a weekend away—groceries, and wine are in the backseat and floor. You have a bottle of my favorite flavored water—Dasani Lemon--in the cup holder all ready for me. "Ok, hon, I'm ready," I say. You pull out a royal blue silk scarf and gently tie it around my head, making sure that I can't peek out from underneath—secure but not too tight. "It's a good thing your windows are tinted," I laugh, "You could get arrested for real kidnapping if the police were to see me blindfolded." You laugh too. I decide to recline the seat back and relax, since I can't see anything anyway. You've got the radio set to our favorite jazz station. We listen to the music and enjoy pleasant conversation the way we always do. You hold my hand, and tease me with descriptions of the delights that await when we arrive at our destination. However, after a bit, the lack of sight along with the motion of the car lulls me to sleep, and I drift off for a nap. Sometime later, I awaken with a start. I still have the blindfold on, but realize that it is dark outside, because I can see no light thru the scarf as I had been able to do before. I realize that the car has stopped. I call your name, and you tell me that it's all right, that we've arrived. I have no idea how long we have traveled. I sit up, and you take the blindfold off. It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the light—because there actually is light—light coming from the porch of the most beautiful little cottage I've ever seen. It's actually a log cabin, and from what I can tell it is surrounded on all sides by forest. The porch is a big one with five steps leading up to it. There is a swing on one end. There are Adirondak chairs. There is a table with matching chairs. There are hanging baskets of fall flowers—all colors in full bloom. The eave of the porch roof is festooned with hanging lanterns, lit and providing enough light to make the picture perfect. I take a closer look, and the table is set and covered with food, as though it had just been set out for us. All the dishes were covered to keep the "critters" out. You obviously had made a lot of preparations and plans to have this all ready at just the time we arrived. You lead me into the house. There is a beautiful country style living room with a big overstuffed couch and loveseat and a gorgeous old rocking chair. All of this is centered around a huge stone fireplace, that has a small fire built—a small one because it is early, early fall—not quite cool enough yet for a roaring blaze. This is primarily for ambiance. The smell of the wood as it burns is intoxicating. I turn and kiss you deeply. "Thank you for kidnapping me. This is just beautiful." "You haven't seen anything yet," you smile at me, "but first we need to eat." We go back out to the porch. I take the covers off of the dishes. It is a home cooked, country meal just like our mamas would have made for us years ago--country fried steak and gravy, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, greens, and sweet corn bread. There's a pitcher of iced tea with sprigs of mint. For dessert, there's blackberry cobbler and vanilla ice cream. We fill our plates and enjoy the meal with good conversation and a lot of laughter. That's one of the things I enjoy about being with you—the good conversation and the laughter. After we have had our fill of the delicious dinner, we each get a small serving of the blackberry cobbler and a dollop of ice cream and move to the swing to enjoy the evening air, the sound of the crickets, the occasional hooting of an owl and the other night sounds that you can only hear out in the woods. After dessert, we set the dishes on the porch rail and settle back into the swing for a bit more. I lean into the curve of your arm, and sigh with pleasure. You pull me close and tip my chin with your finger so we are face to face. We kiss—those deep, passionate, soul touching kisses. I could just kiss you for hours and never grow tired of it. As we kiss, your free hand is touching my face, my hair, my shoulder, and finally moves to caress my breast. I am touching you as well—your face, your hair, your earlobes (I know it drives you nuts), your chest. Finally, my hand moves down to give Michel a caress, and I find that he is already at attention. I smile as I gently tease Michel thru your clothes. Half jokingly, I ask if there are neighbors who could see us, and you smile a sly smile and say, "No neighbors for miles and miles. Our only audience is the stars and the moon." "Hmm." I say. I get up off the swing, and you start to stand up, but I put my hand on your chest, so you stay put. I grab a pillow off of one of the chairs and put it on the floor in front of you. I kneel down on the pillow and smile up at you. I undo your belt. I unbutton and unzip your pants. You raise up a little and help slide your pants down, so I can reach my goal. I reach inside your silk boxers, and gently tease Michel with my soft fingertips. Then, I ease him out of your shorts. Michel is definitely at attention, throbbing with the excitement. There is a bit of pre-cum on the head. I lean down and lick it off. You groan in pleasure at the feel of my tongue on Michel. Then, I take him deep inside my mouth, and begin to tease with my tongue on the corona and frenulum. You gasp each time my tongue grazes those sensitive areas. All the while, I have a strong suction on your shaft. You really enjoy the feel of my mouth surrounding your shaft. I take you as deep as I can in my throat. You moan again each time I do that. With my right hand, I gently massage your nut sacs. I tease the sensitive spot with my index finger. You get even harder. I can feel your nuts begin to contract, and you beg me to stop—you don't want to cum yet, so I back off massaging your nuts. I concentrate on teasing the head and the frenulum of your dick. Michel is throbbing in my mouth. You call my name, and tell me that it is your turn to pleasure me. I lean back, and you take me by the hands and help me to stand up. "My dear one," you say, "it's time to retreat to the bedroom." You hold my hands to help me stand up. You stand up and readjust yourself—just in case there might be an unknown audience out there in the dark. I start to clear the dishes, and you tell me to leave them, that within about a half hour, the caterer will come back and quickly clear away the food and dishes—you tell me that everything was brought to the house by the caterer, and so there's no need for anyone to come into the house. We go inside and shut and lock the door. You lead me through the living room to the master bedroom. If anything, it's more beautiful than the living room. There is a big, heavy, ornate antique-looking 4-poster bed. It's a king size, so it has to be based on an antique design, not an antique itself. At any rate, it is beautiful. It is covered with a beautiful quilt and lots and lots of pillows. There are dressers with mirrors positioned at strategic locations around the room and one very tall cheval mirror close to the bed. The sight of all those mirrors triggers something in the back of my mind, but I dismiss it. "I have another surprise for you," you tell me. "Come with me." You take me by the hand and lead me thru the French doors out onto a concrete lanai off the master bedroom. There is a fire pit, blazing. Ensconced on either side are chairs. There are tables beside each chair. One is outfitted with a large pitcher of iced tea and 2 glasses. On the table is a remote control. You pick it up, and push a button. Our favorite style of music begins to play. You push another button, and I hear a whirring noise. When I turn to see where it is coming from, I see the cover moving off of a hot tub. You must have pushed another button, because the lights on the inside of the tub come on, and it starts to bubble. "There's your surprise," you tell me. You smile at my obvious delight. You reach for me and begin to kiss me again—deep soul kisses. I wrap my arms around you. You kiss my eyes, my cheeks, my jaw line and my earlobes, and down on my neck. "Are you ready for a long weekend of as much lovemaking and total debauchery?" you ask with a sly smile on your face. "The question is my lover, are you ready?" I grin back at you. "Challenging me? Are you challenging me?" you come back with a mock-gangster attitude. "Oh yes my love, that is a challenge! But it doesn't matter who gives out first, we both will win!" I reply. Then, you laugh out loud. "You're right. But I'm ready to get this challenge underway!" You step closer and kiss me again, tenderly, as you begin to undress me--first my shirt, then my bra, my shoes and socks, my jeans and finally my panties, all land in a pile on one of the chairs. You hold me close, running your hands over my body. We kiss deeply again. You lean down and kiss and suck each of my nipples to hardness. You reach down and dip a finger into my soaking wet quim and run your fingertip over my clit. I gasp with pleasure at your touch. Then it is my turn to undress you. I unbutton your shirt—slowly--one button undone and then a kiss, another button undone, and then a kiss, and so on until your shirt is opened. I take it off of you. I undo your belt again, unbutton and unzip your pants and you step out of them. You take off your shoes and socks. Then I slide those silky boxers down, and on my way down, I stop and give Michel a lick and a kiss and a caress—he is ramrod hard. Your clothes join mine on the chair. There we are, skin to skin, kissing, touching, enjoying the closeness of our bodies. You whisper to me, "Time for a bubble bath my dear." From a hidden shelf on the side of the hot tub, you pull out a bottle of scented bubble bath--something not too feminine and not too masculine, a scent that we will both enjoy. You pour quite a bit into the churning water of the hot tub. From another shelf on the side of the hot tub, you find 2 big fluffy white washcloths. Then, we climb into the hot tub and settle down onto the built in seats on the side. The seats are low down in the tub, and the water comes almost all the way to our necks. The water is so warm. It feels so good. The bubbles almost feel like a massage. I turn to you and smile. "This is going to be a wonderful weekend." I lean in and kiss you. I move around to straddle your lap, and there we are again, skin to skin, kissing and holding and just enjoying each other. You put your arms around me and pull me close to your chest. You have one hand on my upper back and one on my butt, holding on tight as if I might slip away if you didn't hold on. We soul kiss--those deep, deep soul kisses. I have my arms around your neck, just drinking in your essence as we continue to kiss for what seems hours. Finally, you break the kiss, and say, "If we stay in much longer, my dear, we will turn into prunes. Besides, I want to make love with you." You kiss me again, lightly this time. Then, you kiss my cheek and move on around to nibble on my earlobe. You whisper in my ear, "I want to be inside you." "I want you inside me," I smile back at you. I move off of your lap, and step out of the hot tub. I wrap one of the fluffy white towels around me and start toward the bedroom. "Come get me," I call playfully over my shoulder as I am walking away. You get out of the tub and are following right behind me, pausing only long enough to grab the other towel and start drying off as you catch up to me. I almost make it to the bedroom door when you catch up to me. "You are a vixen!" You laugh as you playfully smack my bottom. I laugh too, and say, "I resemble that remark!" Then I hurry off to the bathroom to take a quick shower and wash my hair. I've just about finished my shower and have my hair lathered up, and with the shampoo running down over my face, I can't open my eyes. Suddenly, I feel your hands running over my breasts and down my sides. I gasp at the sensations caused by your touch. I lean my head back into the shower spray and rinse the shampoo off my face. I open my eyes, just as you put your arms around my waist and pull me close to you. Ahh, yes, you guessed, it! The kissing begins again. Deep, deep soul kissing, with tongues dancing that ritual Tango that causes amazing responses. Not breaking the kiss, you hold me around the waist with one arm, and with the other, slowly, teasingly slide your fingers over my soap-slicked body until they reach my secret garden. Gently, you part my dew lips and slide your finger languidly over my clit. My body reacts the way you know it will. I moan and move closer. Delicately, you strum my clit with your fingers the way you would play a fine instrument. My breathing becomes heavier, but you won't let me break the kiss. I hold onto your shoulders. My pelvis rocks back and forth on your finger. You assault my senses with the continued kissing and the teasing of my clit. I can feel the climax rising. There is a burning sensation that starts in my clit and spreads throughout my pelvis, over my buttocks, and down my legs, and even into my toes. By the time it reaches my toes, my pelvis is rocking violently as I cum. I can't contain my voice. I pull back from your kiss. My breathing is ragged, and I am moaning loudly. I look deep into your eyes as I cum. I see you smile that sweetly smug smile—proud, but amazed nonetheless that you have made me cum so dramatically. My orgasm subsides, and my knees are weak. You hold me close so I don't collapse. You kiss me again and tell me, "Round 1. Who won—you or me?" I look at you with my own vixen-like smile, "I did of course!" I manage, with your help to step out of the tub. I grab one of the fluffy bath sheets and wrap my body in it. I get another smaller towel for my hair. There is a vanity bench in front of the sink, which seems to have been designed with a woman in mind—plenty of room for fixing hair and doing make up and all those girly things women like. I start toweling my hair dry while you take your shower. I'm sitting at the vanity brushing my hair. I smile. Can't help it. I smile a big satisfied smile. What an orgasm that was!!!! Then, I smell your shower gel. The scent gives me a lurch in my pelvis—a pleasant one. I associate the scent of your shower gel with you. When I smell that scent, I get wet. I'm so intoxicated by the scent, that I almost climb back into the shower with you, but I restrain myself, knowing that soon enough, we'll be in bed together. You call out above the sound of the water, "In the top drawer of the dresser facing the bed, you will find another surprise. Go put it on for me." I laugh and say, "What have you done?" You say again, "You'll see. Just put it on for me." "Ok." "Oh, and then wait on the bed for me. I want you ready for me when I come out of the shower." "Yes, darlin', I'll be more than ready!" I call back to you. In the bedroom, I cross to the dresser facing the bed. I open the top drawer, and there lying inside is a red bustier with garters, red silk crotchless panties and black silk stockings. "Hmmm," I think to myself, "Naughtier by the second." I powder and perfume myself with the LoveSpell that I had placed in my purse before leaving the house. I know how you like the scent, that just getting a whiff of my scent as I pass by you is enough to make you hard. Spritzes of the scent behind each ear, my neck, my cleavage, wrists, behind knees, ankles, and just a tiny spritz at my crotch—just want the scent there, not the taste. Then I put on the crotchless panties first. Then the bustier with all its hooks. Interesting, my breasts don't seem to fit all the way inside, and then I realize it is a half-bustier, my nipples and the top halves of my breasts are exposed. Hmmm, my nipples seem even bigger from this perspective. Then I put on the silk stockings. Ahh, the feel of the silk against the skin of my legs is amazing. I stand up and survey myself in the mirror. I like what I see, and I'm sure you will too when you get out of the shower. Unbeknownst to me, however, you were already out of the shower, and were watching me as I was getting dressed for you. Still unaware of your presence, I turn down the covers on the bed, and stack up the pillows the way I know you like them. I climb into the bed and lean back into the pillows to wait on you. Suddenly, the lights dim. I am startled and look around to find that you are in the doorway watching me. "Ready for round 2?" you ask with a playfully wicked grin on your face. I am almost speechless (a state rarely experienced by me). "How long were you watching me?" I ask. "The whole time," You smile at me. "I enjoyed watching you prepare yourself for me. Can't you tell?" You make a quick downward look. I follow your eyes, and find that Michel is at the ready. "MMMMMM!" I say. I start to get off the bed and come to you, but you motion for me to stay. You begin your own preparations. From the tiny refrigerator that has been cleverly concealed in the room, you bring out another pitcher of iced tea and pour 2 glasses for us. "To quench our thirst later from our exhilarating efforts," you tell me. These, you place on the night stands. You light candles that have been placed on each dresser and table in the room. Then, you finally turn off the electric lights. Amazingly, behind each candle is a mirror, which effectively doubles the romantic ambiance. Also, amazingly I discover that I can see myself from my position on the bed from every mirror in the room. (I knew there was something about those mirrors—I just couldn't put my finger on it.) Then, there is soft, romantic music to fully set the scene. I am breathless with anticipation. You finally join me on the bed. Lying beside me, you lean up on your elbow and hold me close with your other arm, and kiss me so deeply, that it is almost like I am falling into you. You kiss down my neck, over my breasts, giving each equal attention to the nipples that are peeking out over the top edge of the bustier. You tease my nipples to hardness. Each flick of your tongue sends an electric shock thru me. You linger there for quite a while. My body responds. I moan in pleasure. You tease and tantalize my nipples until I am almost to the point of cumming. You continue to work your way down, unhooking each hook of the bustier as you go, and with each hook undone, you tease my skin with your tongue. Finally the bustier is off. You French kiss my naval. Oh the sensation! You move further South. I hold my breath in anticipation of the touch of your tongue on my clit. But of course, you are just teasing me. You kiss all around, but never quite just on the clit. I am bursting with anticipation. You kiss my inguinal areas—you know the sensitive spots that make me jump. You start moving to my thighs, giving me those sweet, tender, tantalizing feather kisses along the insides of my thighs. You kiss down to where the garters are attached to the stockings. With the flick of your fingers, the front garter on my left leg is loose, and with another flick of your fingers, the back garter on my left leg is loose. You hook a finger into the top of the stocking, and start pulling it down, feather kissing my left leg as you go. You get to my knee, and linger at the sensitive spot behind my knee. I sigh with pleasure at the sensations. After a few minutes of teasing me there, you continue pulling the stocking down. Finally, you've reached my ankle, and give it the same treatment you gave my knee, knowing that my ankle is almost as sensitive as my knee. You pull the stocking off my foot, and toss it. Where it lands, I do not know, as I am a bit preoccupied. Slowly, slowly, you work your way back up my leg, touching and massaging, kissing and licking—amazing sensations. Finally, you are nearly back to the love grotto—but again, you just tease me, never quite reaching my clit. The Fantasy Weekend Ch. 02 NOTE: The story will be more enjoyable and make more sense if chapter one is read first. However, just a brief recap--Jean "kidnaps" Karin for a surprise fantasy weekend of amazing lovemaking and all sorts of pleasurable debauchery. He has a beautiful weekend planned and has paid attention to all the details to make it just perfect. He has pleasured her until she has lost consciousness from sheer sexual sensory overload. What he doesn't know is that Karin has some plans of her own . . . ********************************************** I awake with a start. It takes me a minute or two to get my bearings and then I smile. I remember where I am. I am still warm and tingling from the amazing orgasms that you caused earlier. I hear your even breathing that tells me you are asleep. I take a few minutes to bask in the afterglow, remembering every detail, my body involuntarily jerking a bit as I recall your touch, your kiss, the feel of your tongue on my clit and dew lips. Not wanting to wake you, I carefully slide out of your sleep-relaxed embrace to take care of necessaries—a trip to the bathroom and to freshen up. Ablutions taken care of, I try to remember what I've done with my bag. I quietly tip toe thru the house. Although the embers of the fire are still glowing in the fireplace, there is just a slight chill in the air. I shiver a bit, and the my nipples grow hard in response to the cold. "Where is that bag," I mumble to myself, anxious to get back to bed, and to the warmth of being in your arms. Finally, I found it—I had left it on a rocking chair in the living room. I took a few minutes to inventory my love arsenal. I half giggle to myself. "Won't he be surprised that I brought along some surprises myself?" First things first. Out to the kitchen. I grab a mug from one of the cabinets and fill it with water. I put it in the microwave and set it for 1 minute. Out of my love arsenal, I retrieve a packet of Swiss Miss Hot Chocolate Mix. "Hmmm." I think to myself. He will definitely be surprised at this. I stop the microwave before it dings and wakes you up. While I'm mixing the hot chocolate, I look around for a tray. Finally, I find one and set the hot chocolate on it. Then I get another mug from the cabinet and put several ice cubes in it and that mug joins the chocolate on the tray. From the bag, I retrieve a container of Spearmint Altoids. As I am ready to make my way back to the bedroom, I pop a couple of Altoids in my mouth and suck on them. When I get back in the bedroom, you are still sound asleep—or at least you look like you are asleep. The candles have burned about half way down, so the romantic ambiance still pervades the room. I set the tray on a table close to the bed. You are warm-natured, so your only cover is the sheet. Very gently, I pull the covers away from your feet and off your legs. You stir a bit, but then settle back down. I start at your ankles, with the Altoids still in my mouth. A strong, cool sensation fills my mouth. I begin kissing your ankles and up your legs to your knees with light, sweet butterfly kisses. You stir again, but not quite awake. Slowly and deliberately, I continue kissing up your legs. I have my goal in sight, but I take my time. I want you to be somewhat awake by the time I get there. Butterfly kisses and flicks of my tongue tease your knees. Slowly, I continue up to your thighs. You are rousing from sleep now. You moan a bit as you come to realize that you are the one being seduced. I move up further. I run my tongue over your nut sacs. They retract in response to the sensation of my tongue. I move up a bit further, kissing the inguinal areas and the pubis—ignoring your cock for the moment—which quickly has gone from its relaxed state to one of direct attention. As I continue kissing your pubis moving in semi-circles closer and closer to the base of your cock, I start to tease Michel with light feather touches of my fingers. He begins to throb at the attention. There is pre-cum leaking from the head. You beg me, "Please put my cock in your mouth. I need to feel your tongue and your soft wet mouth." I raise my head and smile at you, "All in good time lover—don't be so impatient." I go back to my butterfly kisses of your pubis and feather touches on Michel with my fingertips. Finally, I reach the base of your cock. I move back around so I am positioned centered between your legs. I start with my wet, Altoid-cooled tongue at the base of your cock, just above your nut sacks, and I flatten my wet, velvety tongue to your shaft, and I slowly lick up with a firm pressure all the way to the head. I tease the head at the frenulum just a bit because I know how sensitive you are there. Michel throbs in response. I raise myself up a bit, and open my mouth wide. I go down, taking as much of Michel in my mouth as I can—as deep as I can. You moan in response. Then I move away, and off the bed. "Where are you going?" you ask in a very disappointed tone. "Don't worry hon. I'll be right back. It will be worth the wait, I promise." I smile at you. I go to my bag and rummage around for it—the something that I had forgotten. "Oh there you are!" I smile to myself. I take it out and move back to the bed and position myself between your legs again. "What's that?" you ask. "A surprise for you," I say, as I pump some clear, viscous liquid into the palm of my hand. The scent of wintergreen pervades the room. "What's it for?" You ask. "Patience, patience," I say. "All will be revealed momentarily—and you will like it, I'm sure." I put my hands together to spread the viscous fluid over both hands. I grasp the shaft of your schlong with both hands and begin massaging the liquid into your skin. Your nut sacs are not forgotten. I massage them too. "It tingles!" you say. I say, "It's supposed to." I lean closer and blow my breath on you. "Oooh! Mmmmmm! It's cold, but nice." You murmur. With that, I lean down and take you in my mouth again. I had secreted 3 more Altoids in my mouth when I went to my bag. I move down and take as much of Michel in my mouth as I can, all the while massaging your nut sacs and the base of your dick. I work slowly and meticulously with my tongue flattened against your shaft holding the altoids between my tongue and your skin. You moan in pleasure. I have a strong suction on Michel as I slide from having you deep in my throat to the head, moving my tongue and the Altoids all along the shaft. I release the suction and you moan again in pleasure. Michel throbs in my mouth. I move down to take each nut sac in turn into my mouth and suck and lick with the cool sensation of the Altoids. Your nut sacs retract in response to the cold sensation. I move to the base of your cock and slowly, languidly tease your dick from base to head with the cool wetness of my tongue. I pull back and blow. You moan again at the sensation of the cool air on your highly sensitized shaft. I take Michel back into my mouth, lightly sucking, licking, teasing. You seem to be enjoying the sensations caused by my mouth and tongue. You moan and occasionally say, "O my God" when something I've done causes you pleasure. I continue teasing and sucking and massaging with my hand. These things are all done until the last of the Altoids melt away. I then pull back and blow on Michel one last time. I take him back into my mouth for one sensuous last lick and kiss. As I am moving up between your legs to lie on your chest and kiss you, you say, "I've never had my cock fucked by a woman's mouth before. Baby, it was all I could do to keep from cumming in your mouth!! That was wonderful!!!" I smile, and then I move up to straddle you and lay breast to chest with you and deeply, passionately kiss you. You put your arms around me and hold me tightly while we continue our deep soul kissing. I start to rock my hips against your groin area, just to make sure Michel knows that he's not been forgotten. I pull back and tell you, "I have more surprises for you." You look at me kind of wide-eyed, and say, "This was supposed to be my surprise weekend for you." "I know," I reply. "I was just prepared. You know that I have a lot of time to think and plot and fantasize about ways for us to pleasure each other." "Hmmmm—I guess you are right. So what's next on your agenda? And by the way, who won that round?" "I'm not telling you—it's a surprise. And, I guess I'll give you that round," I laugh. I move off the bed again, and rummage around in my "love arsenal." "Close your eyes," I command with mock authority. (Yeah right!!) Amazingly, you obey me without a protest or even a mock whimper. I move back to the bed, and tie a silk scarf around your head over your eyes—a sensual blindfold. "Should I be scared?" you ask. "No lover—no pain, nothing that will hurt. I just want to tease your senses a little bit. You've already had a bit of the senses being teased, and I know you liked that. Believe me, you will enjoy what will be happening to you." "Ok, baby, let me have it. My mind is open ready to experience your sensual teasings." I move off the bed to the tray where I have placed the hot chocolate. Fortunately, it was a thermal cup, and it is still hot. I take a few long swallows. The last one I hold in my mouth until I get to the bed. I climb back between your legs and lean in close to Michel. I swallow the last of the chocolate, and take Michel in my mouth—deeply, teasing him with the warmth of my mouth and tongue. "MMMMM," you moan, "Oh, that feels good. Your mouth is so warm!" I continue to take Michel deeply in my mouth and give him long strokes with my tongue. You moan in pleasure at the sensation. Michel throbs in response to my ministrations. You move to take the blindfold off. I tell you with mock sternness, "Oh no you don't! Did I say you could do that?" "No, but I figured it would be ok." "You were wrong I say." I get off the bed and go to my bag once again. This time I come back with two more scarves. I gently, but firmly tie each of your hands to the headboard. (Slip knots so you can get loose if you really want to—but of course you don't know that). "I'm not so sure I like this," you tell me. "I promised you pleasure darling, and pleasure is what you will get. You have to trust me. I won't do anything to you that I wouldn't want you do to do me." "Ok, but you will let me go if I really want you to, right?" "I promise. So, settle back lover for some intense sensations." I get an ice cube out of the cup from the tray and put it in my mouth. I smile to myself, "If he thought the Altoids were cold—this will really send him into orbit." I straddle you, and lean down to kiss your right nipple. I let the ice cube slip down to touch it. You gasp as you realize what is happening. "Mmmmmm," is all you can manage. I suck the ice back into my mouth and give the left nipple the same treat—and get the same response from you. I move up to kiss your lips. You open your mouth and take in the ice cube and our tongues battle over possession—but I win. I suck it back into my mouth, and move back down to your chest dragging it slowly down over your chest, your belly, your naval. I let it linger there a bit and melt. Again, the response I hear from you is "Mmmmmmm." Moving further South, I suck the ice back into my mouth and again take Michel deeply into my moist, warm/cold oral cavity, taking him as deep into my throat as I can. Using my tongue as a guide, I move the ice cube all around your shaft, up and down, around the glans. While doing this, I massage your nuts gently, but firmly. Michel is throbbing. You are moaning. Abruptly I stop. You are confused at the sudden cessation of sensation. I still have more in mind for you. Time for another trip to my arsenal of love. This time, I bring out some massage oil. I bring it to the bed and after I position myself between your legs again, I ask you to raise your legs and bend your knees—almost the way I would be for a GYN exam. You make a noise as if to protest. I remind you that I have promised only pleasure. I squeeze some of the oil onto my right hand, and I start to massage your nut sacs. You moan in pleasure. Then I move down or back as the case may be to that area that has no name. I believe some people call it the "t'aint." I use two fingers to gently massage the "t'aint." Your moans become more intense. You ask, "Where did you learn that?" I laugh and say, "I read a lot!" I went on to remind you of a story I had sent you several months before that you had expressed an interest in experiencing." I put more oil on my hand and then rub both hands together. I begin massaging your upper thighs, and then down to your buttocks. You tell me how good that feels. Each pass I get a little closer to center. Finally, I am massaging inside and getting closer to the target without quite touching it. Then with one hand, I massage the "t'aint" and with the other I start massaging my target—digitally rimming you. "Oh my God! Mmmmm!" you cry out. I continue the digital rimming and begin to push my index finger in just a little. You resist a bit in spite of the fact that you are very obviously enjoying it. I tell you to relax. You make a conscious effort to do so. With the massaging of your nut sacs, and the rimming attention your derriere is receiving, Michel is definitely at attention and throbbing. I continue the rimming with my finger, and each time I insert my finger, I go a little deeper—the first knuckle—the second knuckle and finally, all the way. I have my hand positioned palm up. Once all the way in, I bend my finger and begin massaging you internally—stroking your prostate. It doesn't take long. Your breathing becomes quicker. Your sphincter muscle tightens around my finger. Your nuts retract in their sacs. Michel throbs even harder. "OhhhhHHHHHH! OhhhhhhHHHHHHH!!!!" you are nearly shouting with your orgasm. White cum shoots from Michel. I give your prostate a few more strokes with my finger, and you moan with each one. As I slide my finger out, you groan again—a mixture of pleasure and disappointment that it's over. I leave you on the bed, still bound to the headboard by your silken restraints. "Where are you going?" you ask. "Just to the bathroom dear. I have to wash my hands—you know that we always take care and practice safe sex. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere while I'm gone." I laugh. I do go to the bathroom and wash my hands with the antibacterial soap. I look at myself in the mirror. My face is flushed, red almost as if I had been the one to experience the intense orgasm that just occurred in the bedroom. I smile. "This is turning out to be an amazing weekend!" I think to myself. I grab a couple of washcloths and a towel from the closet. I wet both clothes in hot water. One I soap up and get it lathered well. The other I leave a little drippy with clear water. I bring the washcloths and towel back into the bedroom. I pause to take a long look at you, still bound, still blindfolded, but totally relaxed, and get a smug little grin on my face. "You are relaxed because of what I did to you." I don't say this out loud, but am thoroughly enjoying the thought. I climb back up on the bed beside you. I use the soapy cloth to wash Michel and his two little friends. "MMMMmmmm," you groan. "That feels good." I continue washing you up from front to back. As I reach the former target, I'm tempted to start the digital rimming again, but I don't think you can take it again this soon, so I abstain, and just clean you up. I repeat the process with the wet cloth with no soap to rinse you off. You moan throughout the process, telling me how good that feels. Then I dry you off with the soft, fluffy towel. When you are all dry, I lean down, and take the glans in my mouth and give it a lick, a suck and a kiss. In the meantime, you are still bound—and showing no signs of wanting to be released. I quickly take the towel and washcloths back to the bathroom, rinse the cloths and wring them out, and hang everything to dry. Back to the bed I come. I climb up and straddle you and then lie down so we are lips to lips, breast to chest, etc. I kiss you. You part your lips, and our tongues begin their ritual dance of passion. I reach up to the slip knot binding your right arm, and pull it. Your arm is freed. You put your arm around me and hold me tight. We are still waging passion's war with our tongues. I reach up to the slip knot binding your left arm, and pull it. Your other arm is freed. You put that arm around me as well, and with both arms holding me, still kissing, you roll me over until I'm the one on the bottom. You pull back, take off your blindfold and look deep into my eyes and say, "That has to have been the most intense experience I have ever had. Thank you!" I smile up at you, and respond by pulling your face down to mine and kissing you deeply again. You pull back again, and say with that wicked grin of yours, "Turnabout is fair play." The Fantasy Weekend Ch. 03 Dedicated to my Jean-Michel. This is the third chapter of the Fantasy Weekend. It is recommended that you read chapters 1 and 2 prior to reading this installment. Sunlight streams in through the windows. I open my eyes and gaze around the room, momentarily disconcerted at not waking in my own bed. Then I realize your arms are still around me, and our legs still entwined. The memories of our activities of the previous evening come rushing back to me. I smile—a very self-satisfied smile I must say. I stretch as I am trying to become fully awake. My movements cause you to arouse. You open your eyes and look into mine and you smile. "Good morning sweetheart." You say. "Good morning baby," I kiss you. "Are you hungry?" "I really am—after last night, I really need to have some breakfast. Let's get dressed, and we'll go out for breakfast." "Let me see what's in the kitchen first. If there are the right things, I'll make breakfast for us." "Ok." I get up and go out to the kitchen, and check out the fridge. It is well-stocked. There are eggs, bacon (low sodium—we both have to watch our blood pressure), milk, orange juice. There is coffee for the coffee maker. I also find some flour and oil in the cabinets. Just exactly the right things for a good breakfast. I won't bore you with the details of cooking—just suffice it to say, you end up with eggs over easy, crisp bacon, biscuits and gravy, orange juice and coffee. I must say, it is the first time I have ever cooked in the nude—an interesting experience. While I've been busy in the kitchen, you have fully awakened, and are sitting on the side of the bed when I return with a cup of coffee for you. "Breakfast is ready, I say," as I hand you the cup of coffee. You take the coffee and set it on the nightstand, and then look up at me. You have a mischievous look on your face. "What?" "Oh, I don't know," you say. "It's just that I promised you something last night—something to exquisitely tantalize your senses." "Hmmm" I say. You reach out and pull me close until I am standing between your legs. You wrap your arms around me. I lean down, and kiss you deeply. There go those tongues again--always tangled up in a sensuous game. And, while our tongues are engaged in passionate battle, you slide your right hand down my back and over my derriere, lightly, teasingly—evoking those tingling responses in me whenever you touch me anywhere on my body. Slowly, you move your fingers over my hip and across the top of my thigh. You get that spot in my inguinal region that causes me to jump—you pull back and laugh a bit as I jump. "I know your tickle spots—huh." You get it a couple of more times, before I tell you to stop. You move your fingers a little closer to target as you begin to kiss me deeply again—just teasing the labia. You signal me to open my legs, so I lift my left leg and rest my foot on the bed. You slip your fingers into my love nest—pleased to find me so very wet already. Gently, you move your fingers to my clit and begin to gently massage slowly, up and down, side to side. The sensation I feel is like pleasurable electric shocks. It is as if your fingers are the source, and my clit is the receptacle of the current, and like electricity—the tingle follows the path of least resistance and exits my body thru my nipples--ultimate pleasure, sensation overload, that I want to go on and on. By this time, the pleasure is so intense, that I can't keep silent. My breathing has become ragged, and I am making those pleasure moans that you so love to hear. I have pulled back from your kisses, and have arched my back in the intense delight of your skillful ministrations. As I have pulled back, you are intensifying the "grand plasir" by providing your lingual attentions to each of my nipples. My breathing becomes more ragged, and my cries of pleasure more extreme. My right knee starts to give way. You hold me more tightly with your left arm, but all strength has slipped out of my leg. I hold on to you tightly as I try to remain standing, but to no avail, I slowly drop to the floor. You try to hold onto me, but can't as I slip down. Even so, you still maintain your intense, gentle loving of my clit with your fingers, even after I have dropped to the floor. The cum from my love grotto is soaking your hand, and dripping down my thighs. When I am finally lying on the floor, still breathing heavy with heart racing, and with one last indescribably intense, passionate orgasm, you remove your fingers from my clit. The intensity of the sensation of your love massage was so pleasurable, it was almost painful—the point where I don't think I can take the sensations any more, but don't want them to stop—and again, as always, you have taken me to new heights of sensual pleasure—beyond the threshold that I thought I could handle. As I am lying there, on the floor, looking up at you, you smile at me. "So, my dear—have you had your senses exquisitely tantalized as I promised?" you ask with a mischievous grin on your face. "Oh yes!" I say between the ragged breaths, as I try to bring my breathing and heart rate back to a normal rate, "More than I ever expected possible!" You help me to my feet, and onto the bed. "Rest a bit more, baby, because there is much more in store for you today. You've got a few more surprises before the day is over." "Hmmm," I say, and sit up to kiss you. Suffice it to say, our breakfast got cold, while you held me as I recuperated from the intensity of that pleasure. "I can't imagine what other surprises you could have in store for me. You've given me more pleasure than I could possibly have imagined!" You laugh and say, "You've only just begun to be pleasured baby! So let's get up and get this day of delicious, delectable debauchery underway!" We go shower quickly—no play this time—otherwise we won't get anything done. Still, it's a pleasurable shower. I wash your back and you wash mine. And, yes we do soul kiss as the water sluices over our bodies. After getting dried, dressed, and all morning necessities taken care of, we finally eat breakfast—thank goodness for microwave ovens. "Well, honey, what's next on the agenda for our delectable, delightful debaucherous day?" I ask. You smile at me, with a sly glint in your eye. "It's a very warm autumn day—how about a ride in a hot air balloon?" "Hmmmm! I've always wanted to try that." I smile. Well, darlin', today's your day," you grin at me. We plan on being out until sometime early afternoon—so I quickly put together a picnic lunch from all the food and supplies that you had packed in the car—grapes, cheese, bread, ham, and a couple of bottles of sparkling grape juice—all put in a special picnic backpack designed for just that purpose. We get in the car and you drive from our secluded house in the woods back out to the highway. We drive for about 20 minutes, and arrive at a big open field. And, what do you suppose is waiting for us out in that field? A hot air balloon just being inflated with all the ground crew getting things prepared. It is beautiful. The colors are red, yellow and black. As we watch it being inflated, we are given lessons in how to handle the flame—how to turn the heat up to go higher, and down to go lower. We are told that with the amount of fuel in the burner mechanism, we will be able to stay up for about 2 hours. There is a radio in the gondola, so we can be in contact with the chase car following us so when it's time to come down, we won't be stranded in the middle of no where. Finally, the balloon is fully inflated, and straining at tethers. The crew has placed a set of steps to help us climb into the gondola. You get in first, and I hand you our picnic pack. My heart is pounding as I step into the gondola with you. It's a little disconcerting as the gondola shifts under our feet as the balloon is trying to leave the ground. The crew releases the restraining ropes, and we slowly begin to rise. "This is fantastic!!!" I laugh and hug you in my excitement. You pull the control on the burner, and slowly we rise even further. The weather couldn't be more perfect. It's early fall, still very warm, but the sky is the brilliant, deep azure blue of an October sky. No clouds. Just clear, beautiful sky as far as we can see. We look down, and can see the patchwork of field below us. We can also see the chase vehicles as they follow us as best they can. "So do you like your surprise sweetheart?" You ask with a very pleased-with-yourself grin. "Absolutely! Thank you so much! This is amazing!" I respond delightedly. "Well that isn't the only surprise I have for you." "What more could there possibly be?" I ask puzzled. You lean in and kiss me. "You are about to find out," as you put your arms around me and pull me close. You kiss my cheeks, my neck. You flick my earlobe with your tongue. All the while, you are maneuvering me toward the side wall of the gondola. You gently urge me to turn to face the outside of the gondola, and press against my back. Your hands are sensuously moving over my body. My breath is catching as you very skillfully touch me in my most sensitive areas—areas that respond to you even through the layers of my clothes. You kiss the back of my neck as you move your hands down to the waistband and zipper of the loose casual skirt that I am wearing. You release the button, and undo the zipper. The skirt falls into a pool of fabric at my feet. You hook your thumbs in the waistband of my panties, and slowly pull them down over my hips. As you do so, you bend down close and kiss the skin of my waist at the back, and down over my hips and thighs. My grip tightens on the top of the gondola basket with the sensation of your lips and tongue on my skin heightens my arousal. Finally, my panties are around my ankles, and I step out of them. You lean in close to my back and begin to caress my buttocks with your right hand, while you reach around to caress my breast with your left. All the while, you are whispering in my ear how much you want to make me cum. Slowly, you move your right hand in between my legs. "Hmmm," you say as your fingers reach my love grotto. "Ohh baby! You are soooo wet!" You slide your fingers in and out of my quim and I begin to rock on your fingers. Then you move your fingers up my dew lips and pay digital homage to my clitoris. It is swollen to 3 times its normal size in the arousal that you have caused. As you gently brush your fingertips over it, I gasp in pleasure—responding with ultra sensitivity. You continue to provide the digital attentions. My breathing is becoming ragged, and my oral responses are becoming a little louder—starting out as tiny pleasure squeals. You move your fingers in those delicious small circles, back and forth up and down—just changing the pattern, but never the pressure—to keep the stimulation building as my responses continue to build. I am gripping the top of the gondola basket so hard, my knuckles are white. The intensity of the sensations expanding through my body from the clitoral epicenter is almost more than I can stand—almost to the point that the pleasure is painful—the point where I want it to stop—no I don't, yes I do—no I don't. I want to go as far as you can take me. My knees are starting to buckle—my legs are getting weak, but you have pinned me against the side of the basket, with your body, and I can't fall. Wave upon wave of orgasms wash over me. "Cum for me baby! Give me one more!" You whisper in my ear as you increase the intensity of clitoral attentions. That slow burn spreads from my clit up over my hips and down the back of my legs as "the big one" begins to erupt. I grip the gondola even tighter, and my hips are bucking on your finger. You hold me tightly as my orgasm peaks, and I call out with pleasure as my cum explodes covering your hand and dripping down my thighs. My heart is racing—I can't catch my breath. Your embrace tightens around me. You kiss the back of my neck, and say, "That's what I'm talkin' about!!!! I love it when you cum like that!!!!" I manage to turn around so we are face to face. My legs are still weak, so you are holding me tightly. I put my arms around you and we soul kiss for a long time. As the strength in my legs recovers, we take some time to enjoy the panoramic vistas of the clear sky and the fields and rolling hills below us, the colors of the trees—the greens, golds, reds and browns—just gorgeous. I turn to you again, and say, "It's your turn now." I unbuckle your belt, unbutton and unzip your pants. You step out of them. I pull your silky boxers down to release Michel from his encumbrances. Hmm, he's already at attention!!! I ask you to lie on the floor of the gondola. I kneel between your legs, and set about giving lusciously languid lingual attentions to your love rod. I take the head in my mouth and gently slide my tongue all around the corona. I take you deep into my throat and gently graze my teeth on the skin as I pull back. At the same time, I'm gently massaging your nutsacs. Michel responds by vibrating against my tongue. I continue in this manner until I am satisfied that Michel is blue steel hard. You moan with pleasure at each flick of my tongue or gentle touch of my teeth. I give one last deep suck and pull on your shaft, and it makes a "pop" sound as I pull completely away. I move up to straddle you, and you help me guide Michel to my love cavern. You groan as my muscles snugly envelop your shaft. The movement of the air currents against the balloon and gondola causes a gentle swaying motion—it lends itself well to our activities. I move to better balance myself on my knees, and you hold my hands to help also as I begin to rock on your dick—up and down-side to side, circular motions with my pelvis. Oh it feels so good to have you inside me!!!! "Oh baby—ride me! Ride me hard!" you say. "MMmmm!!! You feel good!!!" As I move up and down on your sabot shaft, I tighten my muscles with those magnificent Kegel contractions. "Mmmmmmm—oh hon, you've got to slow down—I don't wanna cum yet." I slow down, but I don't stop. Slowly, deliciously, I slide up and down your shaft—up and down—small circles. You have a very satisfied smile on your face. "Baby," you say, "let me taste you! Move up here and squat over my face." I move up until my pussy is positioned just right for your tongue to reach its goal. I am on my knees, and holding onto the side of the gondola—rocking with the motion of the air currents and in rhythm with your tongue as you tantalize my still-swollen sensitive bud. You are holding my arse with both hands to help steady me. The sensation of your tongue as it teases my clit runs thru my body as if a bolt of sexual lightning. You alternate teasing my clit with teasing my love grotto. You move down and push your tongue in as deeply as you can—you move in and out and small circles of your own. Then you lick up each of my dew lips. My breath is shallow and rapid and with each stroke of your tongue across my clitoris, I release a pleasure squeal. My clit swells even further with the stimulation. You focus all of your attentions on my clit now—circles to the left and to the right, up and down, side to side, over and over again. Then you start your spelling pleasure torture of my clit—and between ragged breaths, I say the letters aloud as you tease my clit—B, A, B, Y, C, U, M, F, O, R, M, E, N, O, W. By the time we have gotten to the W, my cum explodes, and your face is covered with my juice—but you don't care. You just lick the juices up as if as if they were a delectable dessert that you just can't get enough of. There is a crackling noise coming from the radio. "Ok love birds, you are about to land. We need you to take control of the burner to help you down." We hear some giggling in the background. We both look at each other, wide-eyed. Apparently, the mic had been keyed open for our entire trip. I don't know which one of us has the redder face. Ah well, nothing to do but get our clothes on and get ready to disembark. We didn't even eat the lunch we had brought. "It's ok love birds—you are not the first—it happens all the time!" comes an amused voice on the radio. Ah well, have to make the best of it. We finish dressing and follow the instructions on getting the balloon down. Determined to maintain our composure, we both thank the balloon people for a lovely ride. And, the owner, says with a big grin on his face, "No, THANK YOU! You two obviously enjoy each other!!!!" With that, we make our way to the car (which was driven by one of the chase crew) and make a hasty getaway. Once in the car, we both start to laugh. It was a little disconcerting to have unwittingly shared our intimacy with others—but in exciting in a way also. "Well lover—that was a little more excitment than I intended, but I hope you enjoyed yourself," you smile at me. "Oh yes baby—I did! But, I'm hungry now—all that effort and adrenalin has burned off breakfast. Let's find some place to have our lunch." We drive along, listening to music, watching the countryside, each enjoying the presence of the other. At the same time, we both spot a little roadside park with picnic tables and lots of shade trees. We stop, and take the time to enjoy the picnic lunch that I packed earlier in the day. The day is still beautiful and warm even though past 3 o'clock. Eating outside in the clean, crisp air somehow makes the food taste even better—well, that and the company and conversation. After a bit, the air starts to get a little cooler, and we decide it is time to retreat to our secluded cabin in the woods. After getting back, there is a decided chill in the air, so you build a fire in that gorgeous stone fireplace. After you get it blazing, we settle into the big overstuffed couch—you sit on the end and prop your feet up on the matching ottoman, and I settle in next to you curled up with my feet up on the couch and with your arm around me, as we watch the hypnotic dancing flames, and soak in the warmth. "Thank you honey for a gorgeous, beautiful, exciting day! It was delectably, delightfully debaucherous!!!" I pat your chest with one hand and snuggle in closer—my eyes already drowsing shut. "You're welcome baby!" you smile down at me as I fall asleep with my head on your shoulder.