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Rendezvous in Victoria

By: Canuck51



At long last, the obstacles standing in the way of their meeting had been removed. Months of chat, erotic tête-à-tête, phone calls discussing everything from Canadian politics to international banking, had whetted their appetites for this first meeting. Within just a few hours, they would at long last, meet. 

Richard had grown to know the comely Chantal over the months. She was as innocent as she could be erotic; as gentle as she could be ravenous, coy, yet very much suggestive of what she wanted from her partner. Loyal, honest, and trustworthy, she was everything a man could want in a woman. And, it didn't hurt that she had fabulous runners legs, a firm set of 34D-cup breasts... and did I mention drop-dead gorgeous? Smouldering eyes like hers once launched a thousand ships... She had always liked her men older, and he was that, by two decades. 

He wanted to plan their first encounter perfectly. By now, he knew the intricacies of what she liked, what she fantasized about, and what she wanted to try. There would be time for all of that, and more, but the first meeting had to be drawn out, memorable, one for the ages...Richard had scheduled an early morning Friday Air Canada flight for her out of Toronto into Victoria, which would be departing at 07:50 am and arrive at 11:55 pm, after a change of aircraft in Vancouver. It would be a long day for her, the anticipation building for them both, but he wanted to do something to stoke Chantal's fires as well. He sat down in front of the computer, and drafted his cunning plan. Many emails would be required, careful coordination, and not to mention the considerable hit that his VISA card was going to take. Over the next few days, the plan took shape, and all was in place for his beloved French vixen.

Chantal awoke very early on the Friday morning that she was to depart Toronto, even earlier than was her custom. She was tired however, as they had spoken on the phone until the wee hours, and she had made the decision before turning in to pass on the morning run and head straight to the airport. A smile crossed her face as she recalled their conversation... "How unlike him not to suggest or demand phone sex, she thought." She was ready for it, even eager, but her subtle suggestions had been ignored. Even softly calling him "daddy", which was the usual "trigger" she used with him to get his attention or signal that she wanted to play, hadn't had the desired effect. Over the past few months, their phone sex had become more detailed, more in depth, as they became familiar with each other's desires, and they both derived immense satisfaction from their frequent telephone trysts. Pausing to stretch languidly, she allowed her hands to drop to her breasts and cup them, fingers softly caressing her hardening nipples... Her eyes closed, and as she though of him, one hand snaked its way under the covers towards her thighs, where she could already feel herself getting noticeably wet... No time for that now, she thought, glancing at the clock on the nightstand as she jumped out of bed and headed for the shower. Finally, the three-hour time zone was going to work in her favour; she should arrive in plenty of time to have a nap and maybe do some sightseeing before their meeting later in the day. She was glad that she had packed the day before. He said that everything would be taken care of, and she wondered how the day would unfold...

The doorbell startled her as she reached the bathroom; Chantal hurriedly threw on a bath robe. Giving her long, tousled brunette locks a quick shake, she checked herself in the bathroom mirror... looks OK, she thought. Who the hell is ringing the door at this time of the morning? Bounding down the hallway, she opened the door and standing there was a UPS delivery man, in the customary brown jacket. In his hand was a large brown envelope. "Sign here please," he said, and she took the pen and hurriedly scribbled her signature, affixing it rather more messily than she would have on the bank documents she often signed. Taking the package, she said thanks, and retreated inside the house.

Chantal opened the package, and inside she found five smaller envelopes, plain white, numbered on the outside from 1 to 5, and an Air Canada open-ended return ticket to Victoria. Also there was a small, hand-written note, in elegant script, which read:

"My Chantal, open the first envelope after you are on the aircraft, and follow the instructions. Ensure that you keep all the envelopes in your possession. A taxi will arrive at 6:00 a.m. to take you to the airport. Your Bear"

Looking down at her watch, she saw it was just after 5:00 a.m. She was torn by curiosity and desire to open the first letter and see what it contained, and the yearning to follow her lover's explicit orders... "I will think about it" she thought, "As I slip into the shower." Setting the note and envelopes down on the coffee table in the living room, she headed off to the bathroom.

Chantal spent the next 15 minutes scrubbing, thinking, and smiling a lot, and by the end of the shower she had decided to obey the command not to open the first envelope until she was on the aircraft. Tonight would be the big night, and she was eagerly awaiting it, her body already tingling with anticipation. Climbing out of the shower, she grabbed a bath sheet and began to towel off, noticeably more damp between the thighs than she normally would have been. Glancing at her watch, she saw it was almost 5:45. Quickly throwing on some jeans and a T-shirt, she hastily applied a very small amount of makeup, as she needed little to accent her combination of French and Saxon beauty. Carefully placing the envelopes in her purse, she threw a coat over her arm and sat down to await the taxi. The taxi pulled up in front of her house at precisely 6:00 a.m., and the cabbie carried her suitcase out to the taxi. The short ride to the airport was uneventful, and the taxi driver escorted her to the Air Canada Business Class check-in line-up with a slight knowing smile.

PART II

The aircraft departed on time. After the jet reached cruising altitude, and after a crisp cool glass of champagne, Chantal carefully reached into her purse and opened the first envelope. Inside was an American Express card, in her name, a dozen $50 bills, and a note from Richard. It instructed her to "Take a taxi from the Victoria International Airport to the Fairmont Empress Hotel". She recalled from surfing the internet for Victoria attractions that the Empress Hotel was one of the most exquisite hotels in the city, located on the inner harbour. Steeped in tradition, the Empress had a magnificent view of the harbour marina. The note went on "Once you arrive at the hotel, check in at the front desk, go up to your room, and then open the second envelope." Slipping the cash, credit card and note into her purse, Chantal stretched out in the comfortable business class seat, finished her second glass of champagne, and with a contented smile drifted off to sleep. It had been a short night.

The Air Canada flight arrived five minutes early, at 10 minutes before noon. Walking out of the secure area, Chantal turned right and headed for the luggage conveyor belts. Her suitcase was one o the first ones out, and she grabbed it and wheeled it out the door. Bright sunshine and a warm breeze caressed her face, and she made her way to the taxi ranks just outside the door. A cabbie walked up and took her bag, opened the back door to his cab, and she settled in. "I'd like to go to the Empress Hotel," she told the cabbie, and as he put the car in gear she gazed around at the landscape. "Lovely countryside" she mused, as she could clearly see the mountains across the Strait of Georgia as the taxi pulled out of the airport.

The ride into downtown Victoria took about 25 minutes and by the time she reached the hotel Chantal was feeling a bit hungry. The cab ride was $60, so she handed the cabbie two crisp $50 bills and asked for $30 in change. Retrieving her bag from the trunk of the taxi, she strolled into the lobby of the hotel to check in. After identifying herself, the front desk clerk smiled and said, "Mademoiselle, we have been awaiting your arrival. We are sure you will find everything in order." Handing her a door key card, the clerk motioned for a bellhop to come and take the bag, and escorted Chantal to the room. The elevator ride went to the top floor, and the bellhop took the card and opened the door to the room. Entering the room, Chantal could immediately see that her room overlooked the inner harbour and had a magnificent view of the BC Legislature. 

Turning to the bellhop, she said, "Thank you, that will be all" and handed him a $10 bill. 

Chantal paused to take in her surroundings. Yes, this Edwardian hotel was magnificent, almost decadent. A king sized four poster bed was positioned opposite the window; there was a huge walk-in closet and a huge bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub. On a table by the window was a fresh fruit tray, and, on a bedside table - a vase with a dozen long-stemmed roses. Inside the bathroom stood a silver-plated wine cooler, and sitting on ice was a bottle of Dom Perignon. Beside the sink were several champagne flutes. Remembering her instructions, Chantal opened her purse and withdrew envelope number 2. Picking at the sliced cantaloupe and honey-dew melon that was on the fruit tray, she sat down in the big easy chair and opened the envelope. It read:

"Chantal, I hope you enjoyed your flight to Victoria. I will see you later tonight, but the first thing I want you to do is to relax and unwind. Draw yourself a hot bath, open the champagne, and enjoy it as you soak. At 2 o'clock, open the third envelope."

Stealing a quick look at her watch, Chantal noted that it was almost 1 p.m. "Good," she thought, "I have time for a nice soak." She turned on the taps to the Jacuzzi, adjusted the temperature, and as the tub was filling, she cracked the champagne, the cork blasting out of the bottle and ricocheting off the ceiling and into the tub. Laughing, she scooped the cork out of the tub, poured herself a glass of the bubbling amber liquid, and slipped into the tub. Hot water enveloped her, caressed her curves, and reaching down for the dial for the Jacuzzi she adjusted the jets to provide tingling streams of bubbles against her skin. "I wonder what the next envelope will contain?" she mused, sipping at the champagne. "I'd better not have another, or else I shall become too tipsy!" she thought aloud.

At 10 minutes to 2:00 Chantal emerged from the tub, refreshed, relaxed, and eager to find out what was in store next. Quickly towelling off her athletic body, she slipped into one of the big fluffy bathrobes provided with the room. Wrapping her damp hair in a towel, she went into the room and sat on the bed, digging the third envelope out of her purse. Unfolding a single sheet of paper, she read:

"Chantal, at 2:30 you must go into the main lobby of the hotel. You will be met there by a taxi driver. She will take you to your next destination. Dress casual. Don't forget your envelopes!" 

PART III

At precisely 2:30 Chantal emerged into the lobby of the hotel, dressed in jeans, sneakers, sweater and a light windbreaker. As advertised, a taxi driver, this time a lady, awaited her. "Hello" she said, "I am to take you downtown." Again, Chantal settled into the back of the cab and mused about the destination. Within a few minutes, the cab pulled up in front of a large Victorian building. 

The sign above the door advertised Victoria Rose Spa. Chantal thanked the driver, and walked into the building, where she was warmly greeted by a young lady who led her into a change room. Doffing her clothing in exchange for a bath robe, Chantal emerged into a luxuriously-appointed room with a massage table in the middle. Awaiting her was a pleasant-looking but muscular young woman, who had her lie face down on the table. For the next 60 minutes Chantal's body was firmly massaged, working all the muscles in long, flowing strokes, using a delightful almond oil for the Swedish massage. Her eyes closed, thoroughly enjoying the ministrations, her mind wandered to thoughts of what it would be like to have Richard's hands on her, caressing her, stroking her inner thighs, warm oil on his fingers as they slid ever closer to her mound, her button... She could feel herself getting damp again, and, slightly embarrassed, she hoped the masseuse didn't notice...

The massage over, Chantal got up, fully energized. She dressed and headed to the entrance of the building, unsure of what to do next. The young lady who first greeted her was there, and she said "I hope you enjoyed your massage. You are now to open envelope 4, in the taxi, which is waiting for you outside." Chantal skipped down the stairs, got into the back of the cab, and reached into her purse. Envelope number 4 directed her to "tell the driver to take you to 1644 Hillside Avenue. Once you arrive, go into the establishment and ask for Catherine."

The taxi pulled up in front of a Hillside Avenue address about 15 minutes later, not too far from the downtown core. Chantal looked up at the address and outside she saw the sign "La Senza". Hmmm, she thought, didn't I just read an article in a newspaper on the aircraft that talked about Victoria's Secret buying out La Senza for over $700 million?? Handing the cabbie $30, Chantal walked into the store, inwardly smiling to herself. Richard put a lot of thought into this, she thought...

Stepping through the doorway Chantal was greeted by a lithe young woman in her mid-30's who had watched the cab pull up in front of the boutique. Immaculately dressed, she stepped forward and introduced herself. "Hello" she said, "My name is Catherine. Are you Chantal? Good, you are right on time! I have been instructed to help you pick out something special for the evening." Leading her into the rear of the store, Catherine continued "I have selected a few items for your consideration, based on Richard's description of both your figure, and his tastes. I was told you were 5'8", 128 pounds, leggy, chesty, and beautiful. I see monsieur's description was right on the money!" At the rear of the store there was a large fitting room, and hanging from hangars were three very sexy outfits. One was pink, one white, and one black. All looked somewhat similar in appearance, with a very low cut bra and a delicate pair of thong panties and a garter belt. 

"Monsieur said you would look stunning in any one of these, especially with the assets you have," Catharine said. "Which colour do you think he will prefer?" Chantal walked over to the clothing on the hangars and felt the material... it was lovely, smooth, and she could imagine how it would feel on her body... "I do want to look good for him," she thought, examining the colours. "Not sure about pink, so it is either black or white. Hmmm... does white look a little too innocent?" Her mind made up, she selected the black set. I think I will go with this one," she said. Catharine smiled in approval, almost as if she could see Chantal in it. "Don't forget you will need some stockings to go with these," Catherine said, picking a couple of pair of black silk stockings from the shelf and placing them in a bag with the rest of the items. 

"I have also been told that you have a thing for shoes," Catherine said. "Come with me." Chantal was led into another room in the back, where a small but exclusive display of shoes was on offer. There were about two dozen styles, the latest fashion from Victoria's Secret. There were several that Chantal found appealing, but she finally settled on a pair of delicate ankle strap sandals... steel blue in colour. "Good choice, Mademoiselle," Catherine said. "Those lovely legs of yours will really be shown off to good effect in those shoes!" The shoes were boxed up and placed in another bag. "I believe your time with me has come to an end," Catherine continued, "I have arranged for a taxi to take you back to your hotel. You are to open your last envelope when you get back in your room." Glancing at her watch, Chantal noted that it was almost 6:00 p.m. Exiting the store, she skipped out to the waiting taxi and told the driver to take her to the Empress Hotel. Within a few short minutes she was back at the hotel, entered the lobby and pressed the button to the elevator to take her up to her floor. Sliding the key card into the lock, Chantal opened the door to her room and stepped inside. She immediately noticed something in a plastic bag lying on the bed. On closer inspection, she saw that it was a dress. Picking it up, she examined it, and inside the plastic she saw a black cocktail dress, low cut. Holding it up against herself, she noted the skirt would reach to just above her knees. "Classy," Chantal thought, setting the dress back down on the bed and reaching into her purse for the last remaining envelope. Opening it, she read:

"Chantal, I have reservations in the Bengal Lounge for supper for 7 o'clock. I will meet you in the lounge at that time. Please wear the dress I bought for you." 

It was signed, M. Bear.

Glancing at her watch Chantal saw that she had less than half an hour to get ready. Mentally she allocated herself 5 minutes for a quick shower, 10 minutes for application of some eye liner and minimal make-up, knowing that her classic beauty needed no enhancement, and besides, that was Richard's preference. The rest she would spend getting dressed. She smiled for a moment, fondly recalling how she first came to nickname him "Her Bear," now a term of endearment. She smiled recalling the growling noises he made on the phone when they first had orgasms together that way. She quickly jumped into the shower, and a few minutes later emerged, towelled off, and stood in front of the mirror, naked. "Not bad at all," she thought, "the running is keeping me in terrific shape!" Quickly applying a little make-up and giving her hair a quick brush, she headed into the bedroom to get dressed.

First, she slipped on the garter belt... and next the bra. It all fit perfectly. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she opened the package of black silk stockings... taking them out,, she let them slide over her legs... they felt very sleek, sexy... picking them up, she put them on her long legs, slowly unrolling them onto each leg in turn, and hooking them to the garter belt. Standing up, she slipped the thong panties on, and walked into the bathroom once more to have a look. "Outstanding," she thought. "My Bear will enjoy peeling these off me!" Striding back into the room, she took the dress out of the clear plastic wrap and slid it on over her head, reached around to pull up the zipper in the back, adjusted it on her body, and looked at her watch. "Right on time," she observed, then took one last look at herself, smiled, and headed for the elevator.

PART IV

Chantal strolled into the Bengal Room. The lounge was half filled, and most of the men turned their heads as she entered. A tall, classic beauty, she paused at the door to look for her Bear. There he was, sitting at a table in the corner. As she headed towards him, he stood up, and smiled. As she neared, he opened his arms and gave her a big hug when she reached the table. "Finally!" he said. "It has been a long time coming. Please sit down, my dear." He stood behind her and pulled a chair out for her. Settling her in the chair, she was acutely aware of the light pressure of his hand on her bare shoulders, and the touch of his hand was electric. She shivered inwardly.

Richard returned to his chair, directly opposite. He was dressed in a tweed sports coat and black slacks, traditional white shirt and a maroon tie. He smiled at her, and reached out for her hands. She placed them in his, his "bear paws" dwarfing her hands. He held them tightly, and said, "After all this time, finally, we are together." I have longed for this time for many months, almost from the first time we met in the chat room." He looked into her eyes, and once again marvelled at what he called her "effortless beauty". Chantal recalled their first chance meeting, and how they had talked long past the time they both intended, both perhaps a little under the influence of alcohol. Little did they know that it would take this turn of events, that a simple request for a little corner of his heart later that week would end up with him giving it to her totally, unashamedly, and wilfully. 


Rendezvous in Victoria



"I've taken the liberty of ordering for us already," Richard said. She also noticed that a drink was sitting in front of her, a vodka ginger she noticed. He had a tall, slim glass of beer in front of him, with a Warsteiner logo on the glass. She remembered that Warsteiner was his favourite beer, from his days in Germany. He picked up the glass, and toasted to her: "My dear Chantal, may this be just the beginning of some wonderful times together. No one is promised a tomorrow, and we do not know what life holds in store for us. I can only promise that I will be by your side, for as long as you will have me, and I promise that I will love, cherish, be faithful and hold you next to my heart every day." 

They clinked glasses, and drank, their eyes locked and lips smiling. Just then, a waiter arrived with their meals. Setting the plates down in front of them both, Chantal was delighted to find that her Bear had ordered them both a vegetarian curry, one of the lounge's specialties. On the side was some grilled naan bread and hummus and artichoke dip. She realized that she hadn't eaten for a while, aside from nibbling on some fruit in her room, and dug into her meal with gusto. She ran almost daily, and although she usually had a healthy appetite, she maintained an excellent figure... her legs were long and shapely, her breasts perfectly formed and soft, and her hips were wide and inviting... her hair, long, thick and fell over her shoulders. It was no wonder half the men in the lounge wanted her. No, that would be all of them!

Chantal and Richard chatted like old friends while they ate, and indeed they were. Not only old friends, but also online and telephone lovers. But this was a new dimension, to actually be in each other's presence. Both were enjoying the meal, but more so each other's company. Countless hours in chat and on the phone had culminated in this meeting, and there was an aura of expectation between them.

Before long, they had finished eating. "Would you like some dessert, my dear?" Richard asked. "No, thank you," I am quite content at the moment was the reply. "Then, shall we adjourn to the room?" he asked, standing to pull out her chair and take her arm. Hugging her close to him, they walked out of the Bengal Lounge and over to the elevator, and entered it.

Once the elevator door closed, they embraced. At first, just a big hug, but, with passion and expectation building inside them, their lips soon met. Tenderly at first, they kissed, and after a moment the kiss became more insistent, igniting a fire in their loins that was a portend of things to come. Still embraced in a passionate kiss, the elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Spilling out from the elevator like a pair of school kids, they walked down the hall to their room. Richard reached into his jacket pocket and took out his room key card and opened the door for them both. He held the door open for his lover, and as she squeezed past him he grabbed her butt and gave it a firm squeeze, then let the door shut behind them. Wrapping his arm around her waist, Richard let her over to the windows for a look out at the inner harbour. The lights to the parliament buildings were lit, and a full moon reflected cosily on the water. It was a beautiful sight, but not one as nearly as beautiful as he had in his arm. Taking her by the hands, he led her over to the bed... as she moved, Chantal noticed that there were candles lit in the room, and that there was an opened bottle of white wine chilling in an iced bucket beside the bed. Following him to the bed, she turned as she reached it, her lips reaching for his... again, they locked into an embrace, and their lips met, tongues seeking each others, gently at first, then with growing passion. Richard pulled her close, inhaling the scent of her hair, nuzzling her neck briefly, and whispered how much he wanted her. Reaching around to the back of her dress, he unzipped it, pulled it over her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor, and quickly took off his jacket and threw it in the corner. He took a step back, to take in all of her, and was amazed once again at how lovely she was... her black lingerie accentuated her body perfectly, and in the moonlight in the room she looked elegant, pretty, and downright sexy. Moving forward, Richard moved in to her, and gently pushed her back down on the bed. His lips sought hers once again, and they kissed deeply. One of Richard's hands held Chantal's head, the other her reached around to her back and pulled her in closer. He could feel her nipples stiffening against his shirt, she moaned softly into his mouth. 

Richard broke away, sat up on the bed and said "time for a drink of wine." He went to the ice bucket, and took the bottle of Pinot Grigiot out of the bucket, and poured one glass of wine. He returned to the bed, sat down beside Chantal, and held the glass for her to take a sip. She did, and then he took a drink. Setting the glass down on the night table, Richard leaned over to kiss her once again, and as he did, he allowed some of the wine in his mouth to trickle into hers. Their tongues entwined again, the cool, sweet wine flowing in their mouths. Chantal's hips instinctively started to move against him, that rhythmic dance of eons. Richard reached down with his hand, and hooked his thumb under her thong, and peeled it over her stockings, down to her ankles and then off. Continuing to kiss her, his hand retraced a path back up her lovely legs, caressing them in the smooth silk. Slowly he moved his hand in between her thighs, and inched his way towards her pussy. Richard let his fingers playfully trace a path ever so closely, inside her thighs, over the tops of her stockings, closer... closer... but avoiding her pussy. He could smell her scent, musky, smooth, heady. "Copper Sunshine," she had once described her scent to him, and he now knew that that was a perfect description. His fingers continued to trace a path over the top of her mound, smooth from a recent Brazilian. Slowly up her stomach, lightly across her skin. He desperately wanted her, but not yet. His hand moved farther upwards, until he reached around her back and unfastened her bra, allowing her magnificent breasts to fall free. And magnificent they were soft, smooth but firm, toned skin, and long perky nipples. Richard moved his lips from hers, and continued kissing her jaw, her neck, and then down to her breasts. Taking a nipple in his mouth, he sucked on it firmly, holding it gently between his teeth while he ran the tip of his tongue across it. Chantal's back arched, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. 

Richard sat up and took another mouthful of the chilled wine, and then lowered his lips onto her nipple. The cold wine caused her to gasp in pleasure, as there was a delightful contrast between the cold wine and his hot tongue. Cupping her large breasts in his hands, he moved his mouth between one nipple and the other, sucking, licking, nipping at them, then, pushing her breasts together, he pulled both nipples into his mouth at the same time. His tongue flicked from side to side, running across the tips of her stiff nipples, fully engorged and hot. Richard reached down to caress her inner thighs once more, his fingertips lightly brushing ever so close to her outer lips and clit, but he avoided these, driving her mad with desire. "Not yet, my love," he whispered to her. It was all he could do not to part her thighs and dive right into that sweet pussy, for he wanted her like never before. Consoling himself that the time would be soon, he reached into the night table and pulled out five long, black silk scarves. Looking passionately into her eyes, he asked "Do you trust me?" Chantal nodded her consent.

Richard quickly affixed the scarves to her wrists, and then secured them to the bedposts. Next, he took a pillow from the side of the bed, and slid it underneath her hips, tilting them upwards at a delicious angle. Next came the ankles, those lovely ankles, and he quickly tied them to the remaining posts on the bed. Stepping back, Richard admired his handiwork, she was indeed lovely, and the garter belt and stockings, which he had opted to leave on for the moment, provided a lovely contrast to her pale skin. He then sat beside her on the bed for a moment, and stroked her hair and face, and leaned in to give her a gentle yet passionate kiss. She was shivering in anticipation, and Richard recalled that she had told him she often fantasized about being totally helpless, unable to control events. Now she was in exactly such a position. "One last thing, my dear", he said, reaching for the remaining scarf which he carefully secured over her eyes. 

Richard picked the wine bottle up once again, and this time he slowly tilted the bottle until a few drops of cold wine splashed on Chantal's nipples, already stiff in anticipation. She gasped, and then moaned as Richard leaned over and took each nipple in his mouth in turn, at first sucking softly, guiding his hot soft tongue over the tips... then firmly, hard, sucking as much of her into his mouth as he could, finally releasing each one with a little bite. Richard got up from the bed, reached into the vase of roses, and pulled one out, then, drawing a chair beside the bed, he sat beside her... close beside her. He held the rose up under her nose, so that she could smell the sweet fragrance of the petals, then, with slow deliberation, he trailed a path along her lips, jaw line and neck, allowing the soft petals to lightly caress her skin. Chantal smiled and sighed at the feeling, and as the rose was trailed over her shoulders, slowly towards her breasts a small moan escaped her lips. Leaning over, Richard kissed her deeply, but briefly, and then continued with the rose. Reaching her left nipple, he lightly dragged it across, exquisitely delicately, and Richard smiled in contentment with the effect that it was having on his lover. Slowly, the rose was moved between her breasts, those magnificent breasts, a fragrant trail remaining behind... on towards her right nipple, but, just before the petals reached her nipple, Richard took the rose stem and reversed it in his hand, allowing a sharp thorn to lightly trail over her breast. Chantal gasped in surprise, the contrast between the soft petals and sharp thorn not one which she had anticipated. Slowly the thorn was moved to her nipple, lightly scratching it, until it was removed, and once again Richard's lips descended on her, engulfing her nipple and a good portion of her breast in a hot mouth...

Leaving his mouth on her flesh, Richard continued tracing a path down her torso, over he flat stomach, pausing to lick underneath the garter belt before moving on, down to her wide hips, the ones he had longed to hold for so long. Pausing over her mound, he blew hot breath down on her little button, which by now was starting to emerge from between her engorged pussy lips. Slowly he worked his way down to her thighs, softly kissing them inside starting at where the tops of her silk stockings were. Ever slowly, he moved in closer, knowing that one of her big fantasies was to be totally helpless, to have had all control wrested away from her, and knowing this, he paused for a few seconds to check and ensure that her restraints were still holding firmly in place. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "My darling, you are totally powerless to resist me. Surrender your will to me."

Chantal gasped and nodded her agreement, and Richard leaned over to the night table and reached inside. His hand brought out a slim vibrator, about five or six inches in length. Leaning over Chantal's restrained body, he turned it on, next to her ear, so she could hear the sound. A smile crossed her lips and her hips arched in anticipation, much as they had arched when they had played on the phone. Leaning over, Richard took the vibrator and traced at path over her nipples and then directly to her mound. He pushed the vibrator inside her pussy momentarily, about half way, to get it wet... for she was very wet already. He twisted and turned it slowly, making sure it was well lubricated, and then he carefully withdrew it, allowing just the tip to remain inside her pussy lips, and then moved it up, placing it underneath her button. The vibrations made her squirm, and, as her hips began to thrash, Richard lowered his mouth on top of her mound, sucking and licking at the clit from above while the vibrator happily buzzed from beneath. The effect was almost instantaneous; Chantal's pussy started to convulse in orgasm, her thighs clenched and she thrashed against her bindings, all to no avail. "Ohhhh mon amour," she cried, bucking up against Richard's face, he could taste her sweet juices flowing fully, he held his position and pressed harder with his tongue, intensifying her climax... 

It had never been that intense, she thought, as she struggled to regain her composure and breathing. Following her orgasm, Richard had removed his mouth and the vibrator, and had resumed his place sitting beside her after getting a wash cloth from the bathroom and running it under the cold water. He watched her with loving eyes, for he was truly in love with this woman, like no other ever before her. Smiling inwardly, he reached out with the face cloth and wiped the sweat from her face, her breasts... Saying nothing except "I want you again" he leaned over and untied her wrists from the bedposts, then tied them together, binding the wrists with one scarf and then securing it to the middle of the railing on the headboard. Her arms back above her head thrust her torso up, and her breasts, if that could be possible, looked even better.

Richard then moved to the foot of the bed, and untied Chantal's ankles. He moved back to the side of the bed, reached underneath Chantal, and turned her over onto her stomach. Then, he grabbed two spare pillows from the closet, and, lifting her hips, slid them underneath her body. Next, he retied her ankles to the bottom bed posts, but with slip knots, so that they could be undone in a moment if so desired. And he had a feeling that he was going to desire...

He retrieved the vibrator from the sheets where he had dropped it, and then leaned over to whisper in Chantal's ear. "My dear, together we are going to turn you into a total slut!" Moving behind her, he slowly slid the vibrator deep inside her still slick pussy. Leaving only enough protruding to grip with his hands, he began to move it in and out of her, slowly... Chantal raised her hips in an attempt to take more of it inside her, she felt deliciously wanton and sexy. Suddenly, a bare hand descended upon her left buttock, a stinging blow that left a red welt in the shape of a handprint. Startled, she at first gasped, then smiled as the warmth spread outwards across her ass. The vibrator was now turned on, the delightful buzzing penetrating deep up inside her. It was moved in and out, slowly, though she wanted it harder and faster... then, it was slowly removed. Chantal pushed her ass back in an attempt to recapture the vibrator with her pussy, but it was already lying on the sheet. Wondering what was to come next, she was surprised when she felt her lover move behind her... his hands reached inside her thighs and parted her pussy lips, and then she felt one of Richard's fingers slip inside her. He worked his finger in and out of her tight pussy, Chantal writhed on the finger and then she gasped when a second finger was inserted. Richard had his left hand, palm down, index and middle finger extended deep into Chantal's pussy, and as he pushed them farther forward, he began to make a "come here" movement with his fingers, stroking her G-spot and causing a rush of slick fluid to escape. He continued his manipulations and Chantal pushed her ass back farther on his fingers, wiggling to encourage deeper penetration... his fingers felt delightful, and she could sense that another orgasm would not be far off. Then Richard stopped moving his fingers, and, without warning, his right hand descended on her right buttock, another stinging slap that caused a momentary jolt of pain to be followed by the rush of warmth from the blow. Her pussy clenched his fingers at the slap, and he then removed them.

Reaching down, Richard once again picked up the vibrator, and slid it smoothly into her hot, slick pussy. Her ass cheeks that two perfect hand prints on them, dead center of each, that glowed red and hot. He turned the vibrator on once again, and thought he should give some serious thought to buying stocks in Eveready, which prompted a fleeting image of the Energizer bunny to cross his mind... "Well," he thought, "Here I have my own little energizer bunny—my cum bunny!"

Chantal gasped and started to moan as the vibrator hummed away inside her. Richard positioned himself behind her, and for the first time that evening he allowed his cock to touch her. He slowly inserted the tip between her pussy lips, and got the head slippery with her juices. Chantal sensed his presence, and tried to push back against him. However, Richard had other ideas. Grabbing the silk scarves that secured her ankles, he released them, allowing her legs to come free. Moving forward, he gripped her wide hips (God, he loved those hips) and raised them up, allowing her knees to move underneath her astride the pillows. Next, he positioned her just right...and pressed the head of his cock against her virgin ass. Chantal gasped, excited and afraid at the same time, and momentarily stopped moving. Richard moved forward, his slippery cock pressing hard against her tight little rosebud. He felt initial resistance, and took matters into his own hands by pulling her back against him; he felt her ass open and he slid the head in. Chantal gasped, and her ass clenched around him. It felt like heaven to Richard, he had longed to be in her like this for so long, indeed, it had been both their desire, fuelled by months of talk on the phone and many shared orgasms with this in mind. He pressed forward, and slowly, inch by inch, he managed to fully insert himself. Pausing to let Chantal adjust and get used to the feeling, he reached around to fondle her elongated nipples. He could feel the vibrator still humming merrily away in her pussy; he could feel the vibration through the anal wall and also from the base of the vibrator, which was now nudged up against his balls. He knew it wouldn't take long...

He glanced down, looked at her lovely heart-shaped ass, perfectly framed by the garter belt and black stockings, and began to thrust. Slowly at first, as it was still uncomfortable for Chantal. As she grew accustomed to the full feeling, he began to increase his tempo. He could sense that Chantal was as excited by the feeling as she was by the fact that, for her, this had always been considered a taboo act. Maybe the latter even more...

With each stroke, Richard's balls bounced against the vibrator, and nudged it in a little farther. Chantal started to gasp, and make those little mewing sounds that he had heard on the phone, signalling that she would soon come. Leaning forward, he grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled her head to the side so he could whisper into her ear, "Chantal, you are MY little slut, I am finally fucking you in the ass, and I am going to spill my hot cum as deep inside you as I can!" Increasing the tempo, he repositioned his hands on her hips, pulling her back hard on him, impaling her hot tight asshole on his stiff cock. She could feel his cock inside her ass; she had yet to actually see it, aside from the photo that he had sent her one day. Quicker he moved, as he knew she would not take long... he could feel her start to orgasm, her voice signalling that it was time, and he reared back and thrust more hard thrust into her ass... and as each jolt of hot cum spurted deep into her ass he growled, moaned, shook, cried... three, four, five long, hard jolts of cum erupted into her ass, as she convulsed in orgasm on his shaft, moaning, gasping, and finally crying in delight.




Rendezvous in Victoria



Spent, he collapsed on top of her, exhaled long and hard. Reaching for the bed posts, he untied her restraints and took off the blindfold, then reached down and shut off and pulled out the vibrator. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled them both over on their sides, he was still deep inside her and still rock hard. Cuddling into her, he was overcome with emotion at just how much he loved his little girl, and how much she had given of herself to him, both in mind and now body. He reached around to cover her arms with his, nuzzled into her neck, giving her soft kisses, and as he drifted off to sleep, the last thing he recalled hearing was Chantal saying, "I love you, my daddy."