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Hanna Ch. 02

By: Zaane



I admired a man that I thought was caring, thoughtful and sweet. I would have never imagined that he would blackmail me into obeying his every whim. He changed. He changed everything about me. Who would have thought that giving myself to him would liberate my inner fire. 

*****

I left his house immediately after he threatened to reveal the video. I would have stayed but being blackmailed at a party doesn't really put me in a mood to celebrate. He didn't text me after I left. I don't think he noticed my absence. 

I thought that when we saw each other at school, he would have forgotten our agreement. But when I saw him that morning he was more adamant about it.

The first couple of lessons, Blake acted like nothing happened. He acted like I didn't exist, but I was used to it. He never paid any attention to me, nor did he ever care. Sometimes the only reason we spoke was because Rebecca was around. 

At the party I finally felt that he noticed me, that he paid attention to my every move. Somehow I felt important when he touched me, when he whispered those sweet and naughty words in my ear. 

His sweet touch became so rough, his sweet words became dirty. His rough touch and dirty words made me shiver. It made me want him. At that moment I still wanted him regardless. 

"Come see me during study break. We need to talk." Blake said pulling me aside. Just touching my arm made me weak. I just stared blankly at him. He didn't wait for an answer, we both knew I didn't have a choice. 

Yeah, we had a lot to talk about. We had a shit load of things to discuss but where do we begin?

I sat in study hall with my friends. I could hardly speak because I was so nervous. What could I possibly say to him? My thoughts ran wild as I calmly sat at my desk but inside I was a mess.

During study period my phone vibrated with a message from Blake. I was apprehensive at first but I knew that he had the upper hand. 

COME TO THE ART ROOM. ALONE.

As I read it, I could imagine how Blake would have said it. Is voice would have been thick with power and so demanding or probably smooth and persuasive. 

I asked the teacher for permission. Obviously I didn't tell her that I wanted to see Blake because he ordered me to meet him because he probably wants to fuck me. Do I even want to fuck him?

I knocked on the door a few times but there was no answer. I almost thought that he wasn't there. Who am I kidding, I hoped he wasn't there.

"Come in Hanna. " he said through the door.

I walked in. Blake leaned against the teacher's table. I almost forgot how incredibly sexy he looked in his school uniform. His white shirt was untucked and his blue and grey tie was slightly undone. His black pants made him look older. His golden hair was messy and I could see a slight stubble.

"Sit." Blake said motioning to the desk in front of him.

My legs were weak and they shook slightly as I sank into to chair. 

"Why did you ask me to meet you here?" I asked. My voice was low and sounded more timid than what I would have liked.

Blake stared down at me with his bluer than blue eyes. I wasn't able to meet his gaze and I looked down at my fingers. Memories of the party flashed in my mind. The way he touched me. Oh God. 

"Hanna, I don't want you to think that I've forgotten our agreement. I just needed some time to think." He smiled.

"What did you think about?"

"I thought about you." He said leaning on my desk. "I thought about your lips, your curves, your ass and how I would fuck it. I especially thought about your wet little pussy rubbing on my thigh as I touched you."

He stared at me. He observed my reaction to his words. I squirmed in my chair as every hair on my body stood upright. Only his words and his stare made my body quiver. 

"But aside from all that, I thought about what I want from you. I bet that you will, at the end, beg for me to take you." He stated.

"I bet you're wrong. I will never beg for anything from you." I spat. I stood proudly and walked to the door. He didn't own me.

As soon as I touched the doorknob Blake had me by the hair. He grabbed my ponytail and pushed my face on the wooden door. I had my back to him and I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

"Don't be a little bitch. I know what you want. You like it when I'm angry. You just make me angry because you like it rough." He said pressing me against the door. "Say it." He commanded.

"Yes sir, I like it." I breathed. 

Blake backed away and for a moment a missed his body pressed up against mine. Blake dragged me to the table by my hair. He pushed my face against the black table causing my ass to rise. Blake pressed himself against my ass. I could feel his cock hardening as he pushed himself into me.

"I think you should have some rules. You like that? " he asked. I didn't take it as a question. I took his words like demands.

"You have to call me 'sir'. Even around your prissy friends. I want them to know you belong to me."

"Yes sir." I moaned. Every time he pushed into me, oh God, my body clenched in all the right places.

"You will never wear underwear, unless I say otherwise. I want to see those suckable nipples though your white shirt."

"But sir I..."

"Are" SMACK "you" SMACK "refusing" SMACK "me?" SMACK

After every slap my body moved up the desk. I groaned with pain as his hand came down. I only had my pleated skirt and panties covering my ass. 

"No sir." I moaned. Blake pulled up my skirt and exposed my white panties. My cheeks turned crimson with embarrassment.

"Since you won't be needing these. How about I get rid of them for you?" He said laughing. 

Blake gripped my panties and pulled hard. A loud tearing sound echoed through the class. My ass burned like fire and my heart thumped against the cold desk.

He rubbed his hot hand over my cheeks. His slow touch on my sensitive flesh, the blood pounding in my ears and his tight grip on my hair all melted down into an erotic dream that I never thought I would have. In my dreams I had control but Blake had all the power. He controlled me. This was no dream.

Blake gripped my hair and pulled me upright. My head rested on his chest and my eyes were focused on the white ceiling. Blake's breathing was steady, while mine was harsh. The thump of his heart was steady, while mine was wild. 

"Put your arms to your sides. Do not move, do not make a sound or else." He said placing his hand on my breast. I didn't dare ask what he might do if I misbehaved.

"Yes sir." 

Placing both hands on my breasts he pulled my body close to his. His rough hand massaged my sensitive flesh though the white shirt. His hand traveled down my body to my thighs. Just like the night of his party, Blake drew small circles on my inner thigh. I still couldn't understand how his simple touch could make my body scream. 

Slow circles. Painfully slow circles. His hand moved up against my thigh. Blake was in no hurry. He played with my mind, my thoughts and body.

I groaned as his hand made contact with my sensitive flesh. His expert finger circled my little button. Light touches, not too much pressure but just enough for my body to react. 

I moved my hips, pushing my pussy harder against his hand. The smallest of movements. The slightest movement and he stopped.

"What did I say?" He breathed. "You know, for a smart girl, your not smart at all."

"No please..." I gasped. Blake had no mercy. His hand came down hard on my clit. Once, twice. Each time I groaned. Loud crackling spread through the classroom. Gasps turned into moans and small screams.

"Be quiet my little slut." He whispered into my ear. His left hand slid over my mouth, muffling my pleading screams.

He continued with his punishment, with my punishment. Each time my back arched and then pressed against him. I could feel the outline of his cock. Why would he torture himself like that? We both knew I wanted him. I was as wet as ever and he knew it. He knew I craved him.

I could feel something building. Deep inside. He increased speed and soon it was one after the other. My gasps could barely be released before his hard hand came down on me. It hurt like nothing I have ever felt. But it was building. How could my mind be in pain while my body begged for the next blow?

"Do you want it?" He groaned. "Tell me you want my cock!"

I nodded my head frantically and eagerly. Tears ran down my cheek and soaked his hand. Never in my life have I ever needed someone so much.

Blake laughed cynically against my back. Blake took his hand away from my quivering pussy. I moaned pleading for his touch.

I heard the soft sound of his zipper being undone. He nudged my legs to spread them wide. My heart raced, thumped, pounded. 

I waited for that moment since the fifth grade. Who would have thought it would happen like that. I always imagined sweet touches and sweet words but what I received was far from it.

He placed the head of his cock at the entrance of leaking pussy. Blake moved the head up and down my slit, spreading my juice over the tip. 

The head of his cock pushed slightly. I groaned in his hand. I felt light headed and my hands shook against my sides. He pushed further and slowly slid past my velvety lips. We both gasped.

Blake pushed and as my walls quivered around him, a sharp pain spread over my entire body. By no means was I a virgin but I swore the pain felt the same.

I pushed against his arms and stood on my toes to get away from his touch, but he kept going deeper. He touched places that no man ever reached.

I screamed and wiggled but nothing happened.

"Shut the fuck up." Blake spat. 

He pushed my tensed body against the hard desk. Blake grabbed both my wrists and held them in one hand behind my back. Blake continued crashing into me. Each thrust edged my shaking body further up the desk.

My bottom lip swelled and ached from my biting. My body burned. My thoughts were silent for the first time. Only his touch was important. Only his thrusts and the throbbing of his thick cock blocked my thoughts.

"Oh please sir." I begged. I didn't know if I pleaded for him to stop or to speed up.

"I like it when you beg Hanna." He said, his breath shaky and short.

Blake grabbed my ponytail in his fist and pulled my body against his. I gasped at the new sensation. My pleading gasps turned into sensual moans and groans as every sense was stimulated by him. 

That familiar building of sensations deep in my body continued but faster. It was faster and more intense. 

Each thrust edged me closer to release but somehow I couldn't fall. I couldn't release my inner fire. Something in my mind was not allowing me to let go.

"Ask for it." Blake demanded. "Ask if you can come."

"Please sir. I can't."

I couldn't do such a thing. How could I give so much power to him? But my body craved it. My body craved him. My pussy clenched and quivered around him. My body shook but still I couldn't come. Was this my body's way of telling me that I belonged to Blake. Somehow I needed permission for my own pleasure.

"May I come, sir?" I whispered in defeat. 

"I don't think I'm convinced. I don't think you want it."

"Please sir, please, please. Can I fucking come please!" I screamed. I gave up. I gave myself to him on a silver platter. I knew that was just what he wanted.

"Come for me Hanna."

All it took was those four little words. My senses exploded. I threw my head back in ecstasy and dug my nails into my thighs. My head felt dizzy and my legs felt numb. I finally fell off the edge and flew to a place of euphoria. 

I felt his cock expand and pulse inside me. Blake let out an animalistic growl and soon after I felt a warmness spread all over my insides. Almost like hot lava scorching my velvety walls. 

We were both spent, indulging in our afterglow. Who knew that in the process of giving up myself, I would be so kindly rewarded. 

Blake released my hair and I fell forward onto the desk. 

"You told me that I could play with her first." Rebecca said. She stood in the door frame with her books in hand. 

I looked up at Blake and all he did was laughed his cynical laugh.

Hanna Ch. 06-09



Chapter 6

Declarations and Dinner

The curtains had closed and the lights above gradually brightened just a little, then I was given several minutes to compose myself and return to reality before Hanna came back into the room. 'Now you know a little of what we can do Mac.' she said softly. 'I hope you enjoyed the performance, we try to tailor these things to what we believe our clients will like. I trust we succeeded in your case.'

'In every possible way Hanna.' I replied, pulling the robe more tightly around myself.

'Good, now, let me offer you another drink, I'm sure you are more than ready for one. And at the same time we can talk a little more.' she said, moving towards the cabinet on the far side of the room.

Having poured us both a drink we sat and talked, at first about the 'show' as she referred to it, and my reactions to it. 'As I told you, the more we know about a person's deepest, sometimes subconscious thoughts, the better we can perform for them. So anything you wish to tell me at any time will be beneficial, for both of us.' she added with a cheeky smile.

'I must congratulate you, and the people that helped you of course.' I said. 'The way you captured and recreated the first scene was truly brilliant. It was as though you had been inside my head and read my memories. Everything was exactly right, even down to the tree branches around the window. And of course the girls, the women, were spectacular.'

'And they truly enjoy doing what they do Mac, I don't use prostitutes of course, all my people do what they do because they love it. But of course they do share in the financial rewards too.'

'I should hope so. But where do you find them?'

'Ah, I know you'll understand if I just say that's a trade secret Mac.' she answered with a knowing smile.

'Of course, but be sure to pass on my sincere compliments, especially to the young woman who took such very good care of me.'

'I'll do that with pleasure, but you could pass on your compliments in person if you wanted to. I know that particular woman would be very happy to share a bed with you, if you would like that.'

'I don't think that will be necessary Hanna. I would much prefer to spend a little time talking with you, if I may.'

'Really, conversation rather than stimulation?'

'Hanna, I find your company more stimulating than anything that woman, attractive and skilful as she is, could possibly do for me.'

Her skin was so white and her make-up so light that she couldn't hide the faint flush of colour my words brought to her cheeks. 'That's nice to hear Mac, but I should tell you that when Gerry takes a fancy to a man, as she told me she did to you, I have heard that she gives a truly memorable performance. I don't believe my conversation could possibly be compared with that.'

'Let me be the judge of that Hanna. You must remember that I was drawn to you after just seeing a not so very good photograph in a newspaper. Since then, even though you have kept them most professional, the meetings and conversations we have had have only strengthened those initial feelings. I have to tell you that many of both my dreaming and waking hours during the last two weeks have been filled with images and thoughts of you.'

She said nothing for so long that her silence worried me. Even more so because until I heard myself saying it I'd had no intention of saying what I had. The outburst had been completely out of character for me. A man who had played mind games with some of the best negotiators in the business had blurted out his deepest feelings to someone he hardly knew, and to someone whom he had previously given the keys to his financial ruin.

While she remained silent her eyes were busy, staring deep into mine, her gaze flicking back and forth from one to the other, as though searching for some sort of additional information. After what seemed an eternity, but which was probably no more than the longest minute of my life, she said. 'Would you like to stay for something to eat Mac? I can have something brought up to us and that would give us more time to talk.'

'I can think of nothing I would like more Hanna.'

'Really?' she said, arching her eye-brows and giving me a cheeky grin. 'I very much doubt that, but I'll choose to believe you. You go and have a quick shower and get dressed, while I call down to the kitchen.'

I did as she suggested and in spite of the draining orgasm I'd just experienced was amazed to find that like some teen-age boy preparing for his first date I was trembling with rapidly re-building nervous excitement. My heart was beating wildly, my fingers refused to deal with buttons, I couldn't get the knot in my tie to stay in place, and my hair seemed to refuse to do what it normally did. It was ridiculous! But the sense of excitement was also exhilarating.

But if I had expected her to somehow signal we might be entering a new area of personal exploration together I would have been disappointed. When I returned she was sitting on one of the lounges, occasionally taking a small, absentminded sip from her glass as she stared into space. She was so deep in thought she obviously didn't hear me return and it was only when I went to sit down opposite that she suddenly looked up.

'Ah, Mac!' she said as though surprised to see me. 'I'm sorry, I was miles away, our meal will not be long now, just time to finish your drink.' she added, passing me the glass I had left behind. Then, completely ignoring the remarks I had made just a few minutes before, she said.

'Now, while we have this extra time together we have an opportunity to talk about how we can refine what we do for you, see what additions or changes might make what we do more realistic, more exciting for you.'

But I wasn't going to be side-tracked quite that easily and, taking a calculated risk, replied. 'Hanna, the only thing I can think of that would make it any better would be if you were personally involved, I mean in more that just the planning.'

'I take that as a compliment, but I think it's being a little mischievous of you.' she replied somewhat cautiously.

'I assure you it's not meant as either, even before I said what I did earlier, you must have suspected how I had started to feel about you.'

'Oh I could tell you were attracted to me, but then that's not unusual.'

'I imagine so, I imagine many of your clients offer to, shall we say, sweeten the pot, if you take part in their 'show'. But I don't think what I am experiencing is anything quite as shallow as that.'

'Really?'

'Really. After all, we have much in common. Neither of us was born in this country, and the French are very adept at reminding us of that fact. Politely of course. We both have a similar love of music. We have both made whatever money we have from our own efforts. And if I am not mistaken, we both have more than our fair share of enthusiastic sexual energy.

And that's without even considering how we might, given the opportunity, find we could feel about each other at another, more personal, more emotional level.' I added.

'All right, I'll be as honest as I believe your are being with me. Yes I find you attractive, very attractive.' she added with a grin. 'I felt drawn to you that first evening, when I only had time for a quick glimpse of you, in the bar. Of course I already knew something about you, hearing of your enquiries about me sparked my usual suspicions. We have to be extremely cautious you understand. So I had a couple of my people check you out. You have managed to impress many people, and made very few enemies Mac, that in itself is quite an accomplishment.' she added with a more conspiratorial smile.

'So, having seen the face in the flesh, so to speak, I made a few more enquiries, then decided to arrange to bump into you. To tell the truth I can't be absolutely sure as to whether it was the professional me, or the woman who made that decision. The rest you know.' she added, then took a sip from her glass before continuing.

'When I first started the Foundation I made a rule that I would not, ever, allow my personal life to become entangled with what I do and the people I meet through its activities. I had men of course, but always made sure they and whatever we did together were totally separated from what I did with the Foundation. Like many people, so far as I am concerned business and pleasure must not mix.' she said firmly.

'Well I ...' I interjected, but fell silent when she stopped me.

'No, please wait, let me finish. For the first few years there were no real problems, but as the Foundation grew, became more demanding of my time, something had to give. The man I was with at the time made it clear that he was not satisfied with the rapidly shrinking amount of time we could have together. And he was right, I was being totally unfair to him, I had to make the decision.

I did, I decided the Foundation was more important.' She took another, longer sip of her drink and that time I remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

'That was three years ago now, since then I have to all intents and purposes been celibate.'

The statement amazed me, and it obviously showed. She smiled. 'Yes, odd isn't it, in this day and age of free-wheeling sex, but I assure you it's true. But all I can say is that in the last ten years the Foundation has grown from one woman's somewhat bizarre idea into an organisation that has provided several million dollars for the support of new music and musicians. But that has been at a cost to me.

However, it has also developed into what I think of as a fraternity. Whilst I am still seen by those that know what we do as the figure-head, and I do also get involved in much of the creative side of our private activities, it no longer needs me to do everything. There are others who can and do take on many of the roles I used to have to do alone.

I suppose what I am trying to say, in a very round-about sort of way, is that I could now start to take time out for my personal life. Not that I would want to stop being involved with the Foundation altogether.' she added quickly. 

'And no man who respected you, or your achievements would want you to do that Hanna.' I said reassuringly.

'So although we have met the way we have, let us take a little time to get to know each other. If we find we have more in common than mere initial attraction, who knows. Can you understand what I mean, and more importantly, could you handle that sort of situation Mac?'

'Yes, and with no trouble at all.' I immediately replied confidently.

'Good, then let's ignore what has happened during the last hour or so, and get to know each other over dinner, like any other couple who have met through more normal social circumstances.'

I grinned and said. 'I'm not at all sure I can easily ignore what has just happened to me, but I'll certainly go along with the latter part of what you said.'

She laughed, that deep-throated laugh that had made my hair curl the first time I heard it. 'Fair enough, and I'll admit that there was a time there when I was tempted to join in what was happening. You are built very impressively Mac.' she added in an under-tone.

'You were watching?'

'Someone has to, to ensure nothing goes wrong you understand. As it was you I didn't want anyone else doing that. I'm not sure why. But I hope you are not too offended.'

'Not at all, and yes I do understand. You liked what you saw?'

'Mmm.' she answered almost shyly, then gave another of those laughs and added. 'Perhaps my celibacy has gone on for too long.'

'Perhaps I arrived at just the right time.' I responded with a grin.

'Perhaps you have.' she answered, and just then, as though on cue, her front door bell rang. 'Ah, our meal.' she said in an almost relieved tone as she got up and went across the room.

As I should have anticipated, her kitchen provided close to five star service. There was a delicious asparagus based soup with cracklingly fresh rolls, then very rare, thinly sliced roast beef with duchesse potatoes and a range of lightly steamed vegetables, followed by a fresh fruit compote and cheese platter. And an excellent Merlot both complimented the food and helped our conversation along.

I really don't remember exactly what we talked about, I know we exchanged potted and probably heavily censored life histories. I discovered the rumours of her links with royalty were a little exaggerated, but that she did have links with both Czech and Romanian nobility from one of her grandparents, along with a mix of Polish and Ukrainian blood from another.

There had been sufficient money to give her an excellent education but little more than that, and once out of university she was on her own. Her love of music had drawn her into a public relations job with one of the big orchestras but the incessant political machinations had proved too much to continue a long-term career in that area.

Although she loved the classical repertoire she had always found contemporary music exciting, and before leaving her full-time job had begun trying to raise funds for a small, relatively unknown group specialising in that genre. And it was whilst trying to come up with ways of doing so that she first had the idea of the Foundation.

It was many months, and there had been numerous dead-ends before she succeeded in getting half a dozen like-minded people together who were prepared to give her ideas a trial run. And in the first full year there had been several extremely embarrassing failures. However, with determination, and a slowly growing number of hand-picked people the Foundation took shape, then once established, very quickly prospered.

She made no mention of whether or not she had actively participated in fulfilling the early client's fantasies and I certainly didn't pry, what had happened years ago to either of us was by then of no concern. But in addition to raising funds for music and musicians her contacts had, over time, given her several opportunities to invest and make money, which she had done both wisely and successfully.

Having given her a similarly truncated version of my own life to that point we began exchanging anecdotes about events from our past. Although I thought hers were significantly more humorous than mine, I was able to make her laugh at some of the scrapes I had got myself into and by the time the bottle was almost empty we both had tears streaming down our cheeks.

'I don't remember when I last enjoyed a meal as much as I have this one Hanna, thank you.' I said, when there was finally a few moments silence.

'Nor I Mac, it seems we have a similar sense of humour.'

'And that's important if two people are to become close to each other.'

'I wonder ...' she said pensively, then without completing the sentence, pushed herself away from the table. 'I don't know about you Mac, but I think it's time to see just how close we might become. Don't you?'

'Most definitely.' I replied as I started to also get up.

'No wait, I need a little time in the bath-room, finish your wine.' she said, gently pushing me down again. My rooms are at the end of that corridor, finish your wine and then I'll see you in a few minutes.' She added, then bent and kissed me lightly on the lips before hurrying away.



Chapter 7

Hanna

I did as she suggested, taking my time in finishing the last of the wine before heading for the bath-room myself. Having taken a piss I took off my jacket and tie to wash my face and hands, then carried them down the corridor towards the light streaming from a partly opened door.

It was obviously her private sitting-room, there was none of the formality of the area we had been in, this room, though still functional was essentially feminine. There were photographs and several paintings on the walls, vases of flowers and trinkets scattered here and there, everything somehow testifying to the gender of the occupant. I stood there for a few moments, as though trying to learn something more about her from the things around me, then noticed another door-way, also slightly ajar, so I went towards it and pushed it open.

There was only one small lamp on in that room but as it was supplemented by the light from the sitting-room, as my eyes adjusted there was more than enough to see her, sitting on the edge of a very large bed.

Like me, she had removed her jacket but was otherwise still fully dressed and the light reflecting off the dark orange colour of her silk shirt gave her face a soft warmth. Her hands were resting lightly on her knees as she looked up at me and I could tell from the expression on her face that a shyly nervous young woman had replaced the maturely confident one with whom I had spent the previous hour or two.

I went down on my haunches and gently took her hands in mine. 'Hanna, you are the most adorable woman I have met for a very long time. You have also been denying yourself one of the basic pleasures of life for an equally long time. I would like very much to give you just a little of what you have been missing. It would be my pleasure to give you pleasure. Do you understand?'

Her fingers tightened around mine and she nodded. 'Well then, just trust me.' I said, pushing myself up and lifting her with me.

I took her in my arms and we kissed. At first quite hesitantly, our lips merely brushing against each other's, but then with gradually increasing confidence. And as we continued kissing I let my hands roam up and down her back, one moving down over her waist and buttocks, the other up to her neck and shoulders. Moving slowly, undemandingly, just lightly caressing her.

Although her lips returned my kisses initially the rest of her body remained quite still, neither resisting nor responding to my touch. But in time I felt her pressing herself lightly against me, then more firmly, then finally felt her arms tightening around me, pulling me closer still.

A minute or two later I eased back a little and slid both hands up to cup her face. 'You are a truly lovely woman in every way Hanna.' I whispered, then kissed her eyes, her ear, then the tender flesh at the side of her neck, then pausing to add. 'I want so much to see, and to kiss every part of you. May I do that?'

She said nothing, but smiled and nodded, so I began to slowly undo the buttons down the front of her shirt, trailing butterfly kisses over her as I worked my way lower.

Underneath the shirt I found a daintily lacy bra in the same shade of dark orange as the shirt. 'You'll find I like to be colour co-ordinated whenever possible.' she said softly as she reached up behind herself to unclip it.

'Very chic, and very, very beautiful.' I replied, staring down at the way the twin globes of creamy white flesh strained at the delicate lace-work until my clumsy fingers reached the end of the line of buttons and I tugged the shirt up out of her skirt.

But beautiful as that sight was it was nothing when compared with what I saw when she slipped off her shirt and bra. Her naked breasts were even more lovely than I had imagined, their firm, silky smooth curves seemed to me to be the perfect exemplar of feminine beauty. Even though not as large as many others I had enjoyed, they were so perfect that for a while I did nothing but stare at them. Enhancing their shape was the fact they were set just close enough that their fullness created a natural cleavage. Hanna would certainly never need to wear a push-up, or indeed any sort of bra. And, contrasting with the milky whiteness of the surrounding flesh and tipping the upward arcing curves, were dark cherry red nipples that made me moisten my lips in anticipation.

I felt my hands and fingers tingling at just the thought of touching, holding them. 'It's a crime to hide so much beauty Hanna.' I murmured softly, bending to lightly kiss one already stiffening peak before lifting my hands and adding. 'I'll warn you now that I'm not going to rush this.'




Hanna Ch. 06-09



'Aah!' she whispered throatily as I took the weight of her breasts and ran my thumbs lightly back and forth over their tips. 'I'm in no hurry either Mac, but let me get out of this skirt first.'

I certainly had no objection to that and steadied her as she pushed it down and stepped out of it, revealing grip-top nylon stockings and a pair of typically Parisian, wide-legged, bra-matching panties. But although I was longing to see the rest of her body I curbed my impatience, I had told her I was in no rush, and had meant that, feeling certain that taking our time would ultimately increase the intensity of our mutual pleasure. So without giving her time to also remove the panties I gently pushed her back down on to the bed, knelt in front of her and again took her breasts in my hands.

I leaned forward and kissed them, each one in turn, gently squeezing them as I pressed my lips against that warm, incredibly silky skin, lingering there as I breathed in her subtle, but still heady perfume. Then, after only a couple of those kisses I felt her hands reaching around behind my head, pressing my face down into that lush valley between her breasts.

The feel and scent of her started to make me feel quite dizzy with excitement, and that excitement increased even more when her hold relaxed a little and I was able to continue kissing and fondling her. And I could tell from the changing tone of Hanna's responses that she too was sharing those feelings. Her initial sighs gradually turned to soft moans, then a little later to a lower, almost plaintive mewling sound as I used every technique I knew to please her.

Instead of the successful businessman with rather jaded tastes that I was, I felt like a still young kid who has finally found a girl that will let him see and feel her breasts. Then been utterly amazed to find that she is getting an equal amount of enjoyment from what he is doing for her.

But as delightfully thrilling as that was I knew there were other delights waiting to be savoured and shared, so some time later, while one hand continued caressingly fondling each breast in turn I let the other slip slowly downwards.

Even through the haze of pleasure Hanna was enjoying she must have sensed my intentions. Slipping her hands down from around my head to her waist, she hooked her thumbs into the waist-band of her panties and lifted herself, pushing them down as far as she could.

As I slipped them off her I took the opportunity that gave me to take my first look at her fully naked body. And she really was the most beautiful woman I had seen for many, many years. Apart from the full, uptilting breasts I had been enjoying, she had a tiny waist, gently curving hips, and a flat, just slightly rounded stomach. And to complete an almost too perfect package, her nylon-clad legs were even longer and more shapely than I had guessed from what little I had previously seen.

But even so, it was that one small part of her that I had yet to see that really fired my imagination. Because she was sitting with her legs quite close together I still hadn't had even a glimpse of her pussy and could hardly wait for the moment when I did.

'You are even more beautiful than I imagined you would be Hanna.' I said as I lifted myself higher. 'Mother Nature was generous with her endowments. As I said, it's almost a crime to have been keeping so much loveliness hidden away.' I added as I kissed her, at the same time pushing her back down until her upper body was lying flat on the bed.

Then, moving back down again I shifted her legs apart, and there it was. And it had been worth the wait, her pussy was just as beautiful as the rest of her stunningly gorgeous body.

Although celibate for so long Hanna had obviously continued caring for her body quite fastidiously. Her pubic area was neatly clipped and trimmed so her bush formed a small, tightly curling mat, but her pussy was completely clear of even the finest hairs. And as I knelt there just looking at it I found it reminded me of some exotic tropical fruit that had slowly been ripening, and just then split open. The outer lips, already pinkly suffused with blood, curling back to expose both the inner, even softer layers and the narrow crevice that led to the core. And above, most of it still almost hidden, like some hard to find pleasure-key, I saw just the tip of her clitoris peeping out from its sheath.

I have no idea how long I just knelt there looking at her, but it was quite some time, and of course on top of what I had previously been doing that raised my level of sexual arousal and excitement to unbelievable heights. By then I could feel my cock straining painfully against the confines of my trousers and part of my brain was screaming at me to free it, then plunge it deep into that welcoming pussy. But another part was urging me to wait, to do what I had originally intended, give Hanna as much pleasure as possible before worrying about my own.

The latter won and in the moments it took to bring my carnal thoughts under control I continued staring at the beautiful, beautiful and exciting sight of her.

Then, with my heart still pounding wildly I slid my hands lightly up along the underside of her thighs, lifting them as I moved closer. 'Beautiful, so beautiful!' I heard myself whispering as I bent low, breathing in the scent of her arousal as I brushed my cheek against the sheer nylon, then the even more exciting warm smoothness of her thigh.

Because I was determined to make up for at least some of the pleasure she had been denying herself I continued taking my time. Lightly stroking her thighs and stomach with my hands while my mouth and tongue worked their way very slowly towards their ultimate target. Waiting patiently until I was sure I could feel the first, tiny ripples of deeper excitement running up through her body before planting the first tender kiss directly on her pussy.

When she felt that she bent her knees and lifted her hips higher, making access to her sex that much easier for me. But as I had told her, I was in no hurry and continued making relatively unhurried progress, kissing and licking all around her pussy, only every now and then letting my tongue slip lightly over its moistly pouting lips.

I continued until I felt her inner tension building before finally slipping my tongue down into the fleshy slit, and tasted the acrid sweetness of her suddenly much more freely flowing fluids as I slid it in and out. Her previously soft, gasping moans deepened, then changed to sharp, hissing grunts as I stiffened it and probed deeper, and then I felt the rising spike of her clitoris with my lips as I pressed myself against her.

But even then, even though the way her body was tensing and flexing told me I was gradually taking her closer and closer to her climax, I continued slowly, gently licking and lightly rolling it around with my tongue.

Because of what she had said about having been without sex for so long I suppose I had expected her orgasm to be explosive, it wasn't. But even so, when she finally reached it I was left in no doubt as to the satisfaction she got from it. In place of the sudden, rocket-like firework rush that could have been over in just a few seconds, that one was more like the regular, incandescent spouting of a much longer-lasting roman candle.

I felt the tremors running through her body getting progressively stronger, then with a sudden hiss of indrawn breath she arched her hips up off the bed. 'Oh Mac! Mac, yes! Yeesss! Yeeesss!' she gasped as I pushed my hands under her tightly flexed buttocks, gripping the firm flesh and holding her tight.

As I felt the first wave of pleasure rising through the rest of her I began flicking her clitoris more insistently, moving my tongue faster and faster until I felt her peak. But then when it had passed and I paused to suck the juices that had begun to flow from her pussy I felt the unmistakable signs of her building towards another. So, not wanting to interrupt the momentum of her orgasm I lifted her a little higher and set my mouth and tongue to work again.

I'm not sure just how many peaks I took her to, there were at least three major crises, and perhaps several smaller ones in between those, and at one stage I really thought she was going to prove completely insatiable. But much to my relief she had eventually either had enough, or the strain of the powerful muscular contractions finally became too tiring.

'Please Mac, no more!' she eventually gasped breathlessly, pushing my head back a little. 'I want you inside me, and if you don't stop now I'll simply be too exhausted to respond to you.'

Of course the erection that had started while I was in the bath-room had continued to get harder and harder during the excitement of all that had followed so when I heard her say that I got up and began to strip as fast as I could. But even as I did that I looked down at her, seeing her darkly clouded eyes watching me as intently as I was her. And right then she looked even more beautiful than she had before, her orgasms seemed to have stripped her of all her normal public defence mechanisms, she just lay there, happily, almost wantonly displaying her sensuously naked body for me.

My eyes were immediately drawn to her tautly up-curving breasts that were quickly rising and falling as she tried to regain her breath, then swept on down over the rest of her. But in spite of the sight of all her other many delightfully arousing parts I found myself staring up between her legs, at her poutingly swollen pussy. Not just savouring the sight of it glistening with her still seeping juices, but also unsuccessfully trying to imagine the sensations I would experience when I slid my cock into it.

She didn't say a single word as I struggled out of my clothes, but when I pushed my briefs down and my cock sprang free she broke the silence. 'Ah yes, magnificent! Now I can really see why Gerry was so keen to be of additional service to you Mac.' she said throatily, staring at the quivering jerking mass my cock had by then become.

'It's all yours Hanna, and if that's what you want, only yours.' I replied softly as I stood looking down at her.

During the course of my life I have had sex with many outwardly beautiful women, but have found that most have proved to be disappointing partners in bed. And the most common cause of that has been the self-centredness that nearly always results from the constant adulation they have grown used to receiving.

Hanna could have stood nakedly alongside most of those women and still held her own, but in time she proved to be without peer in bed. She was eager, no enthusiastic in her willingness to please, yet also happily took her own pleasure too. She was both compliant to my wishes, yet not shy in ensuring her own were also fulfilled. In short she proved to be as perfect a sex partner as any man could wish for. 

'Come on, you have been patient for long enough Mac.' she said when I continued to simply look at her, then pushed herself back up on to the bed before bending and spreading her legs apart as she lifted her arms to me.

I got up on my hands and knees and bent to kiss her, feeling one hand tugging my head lower, and the other slipping down my back, then around beneath me to find my cock. Her fingers were soft and cool and their touch made my rigidly swollen shaft jerk violently as they closed around it, then while one hand steadied and guided it, the other slid down my back and pressed me firmly downwards.

Her hips rose to meet me as I pushed down and as she was already so wet, my cock slid deeply home, that one single thrust burying it right up to the hilt. 'Aaahh!' she sighed, wriggling her arching hips up against me. 'Just hold still for a few moments please Mac. I'd forgotten just how good this can feel.'

'I don't know if I can make up for three lost years Hanna, but I'll try.' I replied, feeling pulsing ripples of excitement running up through my cock as I pressed myself firmly down against her squirming body.

'I'm beginning to think I might need a rather long course of regular treatment to make up for the accumulated deficit.' she said, then gasped as I began to slowly push back and forth.

'It would be a very real pleasure to work out a schedule that takes care of that for you.' 

'That's nice to hear, but right this minute I think we should concentrate on more immediate matters. So for now, just do it Mac! Please, just do it as hard as you like!'

Although in some ways I would have preferred to take my time, maximise my own pleasure by delaying the culmination for as long as possible, another, more primal part of me was relieved to hear her say that. After all the hours of thinking and dreaming about her, then the physical pressure resulting from the time I had spent down between her legs, both that part of me, and more especially my cock, were more than ready to do as she asked.

Then, just as I began to thrust in and out, I felt her digging her heels into the mattress and pushing her hips higher. Doing that not only meant her clitoris was being stimulated by having the shaft rubbing directly against it, but the contraction of various muscles also tightened her pussy's grip of it. The combination of the slick moistness and that clamping tightness was fantastic, and any lingering jealousy I might have felt towards the man I had watched earlier vanished in an instant.

But as if that wasn't enough, Hanna quickly picked up the timing of my thrusting, moving her hips up and down in time with me, and that, coupled with the rhythmic flexing of her pussy, creating a suction-like effect. 'Oh Hanna! Hanna darling, that's unbelievable!' I cried as bolts of excited pleasure shot through me.

'I know, for me too darling!' she gasped, then a few moments later added in a choking wail. 'Oh no, not yet, not yet!'

At first her cry confused me, although I could feel the pressure steadily rising inside myself, I wasn't that close to coming, then I realised she must be referring to herself. Given the number of times she had already climaxed, and the relatively short time we had been actually fucking, the speed of her response seemed amazing. But in spite of that her reactions confirmed it after just another half dozen strokes.

Her arms tightened around me, her hips thrust more vigorously, I felt her pelvis grinding itself hard up against mine, and her wail rose in both pitch and volume as her entire body seemed to be wracked by a series of uncontrollable convulsions.

I increased the speed and power of my thrusting as she rode the waves of that massive orgasm, and, as though it was trying to vacuum the balming fluids from me, felt her pussy flexing even more strongly than it had before. The strength of her reaction, plus what her pussy was doing to my severely over-excited cock was too much. After only a few more deeply plunging strokes I felt the sudden start of that churning, dizzying rush, and even as the first surging wave rose from somewhere deep inside, heard Hanna cry again. 'Yes darling, now, come now!'

And come I certainly did, ten times more powerfully than I had with Gerry, my pistoning cock spouting what felt like every single drop of fluid in my body deep into Hanna's.



Chapter 8

Hanna's Revelation

We lay locked tightly together, our hearts beating wildly, both panting and gasping for breath until the forces that had gripped us lessened, but even then we still clung to each other, kissing and gently fondling.

Some long time later, when we had both calmed down again, she spoke. 'That was truly wonderful Mac. The last one was far, far too quick, but considering the various pressures, and all the accumulated excitement, I suppose not too surprising. But thank you for being everything I had hoped you would be, and then a whole lot more.' she added with a low giggle.

'It was just the same for me Hanna.'

'But you haven't been celibate, and as I have been for so long I was worrying that my memories might have become over-inflated, that I would be disappointed when I became active again. But even in my most disturbing memory I never experienced anything as powerful as what I just have with you, I could very easily get addicted to your brand of love-making.'

'It would make me very happy if you did Hanna. As I told you, you are the most beautiful and fascinating woman I have met for a very, very long time, and without any doubt at all the most responsive.'

'I wanted very much to make it special, for both of us I mean, but what you did, I mean when you started, made me feel quite helpless. And very selfish too.' she added with a smile.

'I wanted to please you, to make you happy, but I also loved every moment of it too Hanna. I suppose because you told me you had been inactive for so long I was also a bit hesitant, I didn't want to ruin my chances with you by being in too much of a rush. But as I said, I loved every minute of it, I love being able to look at you, to kiss and touch you.'

'Oh I do hope that's true Mac.' she said, pausing for a few moments before adding. 'But may I ask you one question?'

'Of course, you must always say whatever is on your mind Hanna, you will hurt me far more if you don't tell me what's going on.'

'I'll remember that Mac. It's to do with what you just said, about enjoying looking at me, that and what happened right at the start, even before you began kissing me. Well actually I mean when you were kneeling down between my legs, before you started kissing my friend. Oh I should explain, that's the term I began using for my sex when I was young, 'my friend'. Anyway, there was a time, perhaps because of the state I was in it seemed much longer than it actually was, but for what seemed quite a long time you did nothing, just knelt there.'

'Yes, I remember that, I was looking at you, thinking how beautiful you are, hardly able to believe my luck in you wanting to be with me.'

'But did it excite you, I mean just looking at me, at my friend? Was just looking exciting?'

'Of course.'

'But was it exciting in the same way that looking at the girls in the show was?'

'Ah I think I see what you mean. I might need to think about that, but my immediate reaction is both yes and no, certainly it's different. Looking at the girls, or glimpsing something during the course of a day is connecting into some kind of fantasy world. Exciting, stimulating, arousing - but not reality. It's not a very good analogy but it's all I can think of right now, it's a bit like comparing wine with water. We need a certain amount of water every day to stay alive, but you can enjoy a glass of wine even when you are not actually thirsty.'

'Ah yes, I think I see what you mean. So when you were looking at me you were thinking of having sex with me, wanting to have sex with me - but although you got excited by looking at the girls it didn't make you leap up and rape them. Is that right?'

'Exactly, but as I said, it is complicated.'

'It's all right, I think I understand Mac. You see I have feelings that are somewhat similar.'

'You mean you get turned-on by looking at men?'

She gave that deep-throated laugh that I found so stirring. 'Sometimes, and some men, of course, like any woman. But no that's not what I meant. I meant I get turned-on by having a man look at me, well again, sometimes and some men.' she added.

'Really?'

'Yes, really Mac. And it's something that has fascinated me all the years I have been involved with the Foundation. Most men, virtually all men in fact, get turned-on by looking. True voyeurs, I mean those where the need to look borders on psychosis, are always men. We have never even had a reason to coin the term 'Peeping Tomasina'. But many women are quite natural exhibitionists. It's as though Mother Nature organised things that way to help procreation along.'




Hanna Ch. 06-09



'And you're an exhibitionist?'

Again she laughed. 'Don't worry, unlike Louise, I don't go out on flashing sprees Mac.'

'Louise?'

'The second girl you saw. But I'll tell you a little about her later, that is if you want me to. But as I said, I can get turned-on by knowing that the right man is getting aroused by what he can see of me. Just like you, it's all to do with things that happened to me a long, long time ago.'

'Are you going to tell me about that?'

'Would you like me to?'

'Yes please, so long as you are comfortable doing so.'

'OK, but first let me clean-up a bit and then get us both a glass of wine, you must be thirsty, I know I am. There are some tissues in the top drawer of that cabinet.' she added before slipping out of bed and heading for the door. She hadn't bothered to cover herself so for a few moments I was able to watch her tautly rounded buttocks jouncing, then while I thought about the thrilling delights we had just shared I found the tissues and wiped myself clean.

She was only gone for a few minutes and when she returned carrying two overly large glasses of what appeared to be white wine I noticed she had removed the stockings. 'Don't report me to the etiquette police, I used claret glasses, they hold more.' she said with a low giggle as she handed one to me.

It was a chilled chardonnay style wine, minimal sugar, pleasantly fruity and very refreshing. 'Just the thing.' I said having taken a fair sized mouthful. 'Now, if you continue standing there looking the way you do I might not be able to control myself, so get back in here and take my mind off those things by telling me your story.'

She slid back in beside me and pulled the sheet up. 'Is that better?' she said with a broad grin.

I nodded and took another sip from the glass as she began to tell me what had happened to her as a young girl.

'Well first let me say that my Mother told me I was always a bit like that. Even as a very small girl I was the sort that could be relied on to find an excuse to flash her knickers when there were guests in the house. But then when I had just turned eighteen, during my last year at high school, something happened that changed, and in some ways strengthened that childish inclination.'

'That's pretty close to the age I was when I had that experience of mine.' I interjected.

'Yes. It's interesting isn't it? I remember reading an article written by a quite distinguished psychiatrist who was writing about the impact and long-term effect of sexual experiences in early puberty. It seems they have a capacity to mark us for life in various ways.'

'It sounds as though ours did. But I'm sorry I interrupted, please go on.'

'Well, I attended a nearby girls' school, and as there was just a large park separating it from where we lived four or five of us would walk through it together on the way home after school. One Autumn afternoon, I know it was that time of the year because I remember the changing colours of the trees, I must have been later than usual, perhaps due to choir practice or something like that, anyway, I was alone.

I should explain that the park was ringed by trees and there were avenues of flowering shrubs cutting across from corner to corner, but apart from a pool and fountain, the central area was just grass and small flowerbeds. So from certain spots someone sitting beneath the trees could see almost all the way across to the other side.

As I walked around the central pool I saw that he was there again, on a seat under the trees near where the path I was on went through them. His being there didn't worry me because he nearly always was, we used to giggle about him, not because we knew he was watching us, but because no matter what the weather he always wore the same overcoat, even on really warm afternoons. It was one of those very long ones that have come back into fashion, going down almost to the ankles.

Anyway, because we were so used to seeing him there I didn't really think about him at all, in fact I think I was still singing to myself the piece we had been practising. But when I got a little closer, perhaps thirty metres or so, I slowed right down, because even from that distance I thought I knew what he was doing.

I should back-track a bit. My parents were very liberal minded about physicality and sexuality. In addition to what we learned about sex at school they had always given me full and frank details of not just the basics but also the emotional and purely pleasurable aspects of sex. And there was no unnecessary modesty about the house, I had known from an early age about the differences between men and women's bodies. For many years my brother and I were bathed together, and I had quite often seen my mother and my father naked when one or other was going from the bath-room to the bed-room.

But although I knew about men's erections, until that day I had never actually seen one.

Thinking about it later I realised that what the man must have done was to cut slits in the lining of his coat, so when he put his hands in the pockets he could reach through to handle himself. And he had probably been doing that for all those weeks we had been giggling about him.

Who knows what made him open his coat that evening. Was it because he felt more secure as it began to get dark? Was it because he saw one girl on her own? Anyway, he had, and as I continued walking along the path towards him I could see he was masturbating.

The odd thing is that it wasn't at all frightening, I didn't feel threatened in any way. At first I was simply curious, I knew men did it, and I had been doing it to myself for a year or more. So as I walked slowly closer I kept my eyes on what he was doing, trying to make out what a penis actually looked like when erect. But because he was sitting down and had his hand wrapped around it that was almost impossible. All I could see was the head, the bulbous, dark red head sticking out each time his hand moved down.

Even while I was staring at what he was doing I somehow knew that he was staring just as hard at me, that it was looking at me that had got him excited. And just then I realised that something was happening to me too, I felt that warm, juicy feeling down between my legs, felt it strengthening and then slowly spreading up through the rest of my body.

I don't know if I actually clutched myself, I know I wanted to, wanted to do something to relieve the itch that had started. But I do know that when I was about ten or fifteen metres from him I stopped, just stood there looking at his hand moving up and down.

Maybe I did drop one hand down, maybe it was just because I stopped, sort of gave him permission to continue doing it, anyway, his hand suddenly began moving much, much faster. I knew he was going to come, and more than anything else I wanted to see that moment.

Heaven knows what I expected to see, maybe a fountain of semen like the one in the middle of the park. But I know I was a bit disappointed, I heard him grunt, saw a bit of white stuff appear at the tip of his penis, then looked up briefly to see the expression on his face. Then he got up, pulled the coat tightly around himself and hurried off through the trees, leaving me standing there, trembling from head to foot.

If he had stayed around he would have got a real treat because I was feeling so wound-up that as soon as I could get my legs to work I headed into the nearby shrubbery, yanked up my skirt and did it to myself.

It wasn't until later that evening, when I thought through what had happened that I tried to work out what had actually got to me. It seemed silly, but the only explanation I could think of was that knowing he had got that excited from looking at me had done that. And maybe the fact that I had watched him actually reach orgasm from just being able to do that had made what I felt even more powerful.

But I wasn't sure, and I was determined to find out. So over the next few months I must have given a lot of men quite a few cheap thrills.' she added with that familiar deep-throated laugh.

'What did you do?'

'Various things, but my favourite, and the thing I became quite proficient at doing was hitching my skirt up too high when I sat down, so long as I was alone of course, and especially on trains.

My grandmother lived on the other side of the city, about twenty minutes by train, and I used to visit her once or twice a week after school, then my father would pick me up on his way home. I always had a book to read, but during those months I was in fact surreptitiously checking to see if any man was looking at my legs. As I said, I got very adept at pulling my skirt up a bit too high as I sat down, then I'd sit with my legs spread a little too far apart. My thinking was that although they wouldn't have been able to see right up to my knickers they would see a fair bit of thigh, and might think they'd see a bit more when I moved.

But getting a result from my experiment was more difficult than I'd thought it would be. Trying to see exactly where men were looking was difficult without actually looking up from the book I was pretending to read, and if I did that they'd get embarrassed and look away. Then I found I could sometimes use the reflections on the windows, particularly when the train was going under a bridge, or passing a building very close to the line. Although I couldn't see enough detail to be absolutely sure I could usually tell from the angle of a man's head where he was most likely looking.

And I found that when I saw one I was pretty confident about, I did begin to get that lovely squirmy feeling.

But what really clinched it was one particular man. In fact he was probably only a few years older than I was, in his late teens, quite nice looking too, at least as I remember him. He was obviously a workman, probably on his way home, and was still wearing his dungarees. They were quite clean, but a bit too big for him, quite baggy. He'd got on at the same station as I had and although he had moved a bit further down the carriage, when he sat down he could see straight back down the aisle to where I was sitting.

Maybe he had seen me at the station, liked what he saw, and sat in that seat so he could take a better look. Maybe it was pure chance. Anyway, having settled myself I did my usual trick of getting out a book and pretending to read, then checking reflections in windows and all the stuff I had got into the habit of doing. There didn't seem to be any takers that day but then I somehow sensed someone was looking at me. You know that feeling you get on the back of your neck sometimes? Anyway, something made me look up, and I saw that this man seemed to be, he seemed to be staring straight down at my legs.

Not wanting to get caught looking at him I quickly dropped my eyes back down at my book. But of course I needed to be sure that he was really doing what I thought he was, not just unconsciously looking in that direction. So after a minute or so I quickly glanced up again, he was still looking at me.

Then I did something I'd not done before, while pretending to make myself more comfortable I managed to tug my skirt even higher and shift my legs further apart. But having done that it was a little while before I dared check to see if he had seen what I'd done, and when I did finally pluck up courage I still did it very slowly, very carefully. At first letting my eyes drift up the page of my book, then at first just glancing over the top edge.

I needed a few moments to pluck up the courage to look right up, to his face, to see where his eyes were focussed, and during those moments all I could actually see were his legs. But then I realised I could see something else, clearly outlined through the material covering one of his thighs was what I felt sure was his erection.

My reaction was completely different to what I had experienced before, then, when I thought someone was looking at me the feeling had sort of slowly crept up on me. But seeing him like that, excited, and presumably so by what he was seeing, brought on an instantaneous reaction. I felt a sudden surging flush deep inside me, then felt it spreading up and out through the rest of my body.

But I still had to be sure, so glanced up and saw I had been right, he was staring at me, intently, and I could also see that his face had become a bit flushed too.

Then he must have sensed the same thing I had, sensed he was being watched, and his eyes looked up into mine. He grinned, and in that instant I knew that he knew that what I had done had not been accidental. Then he dropped his hand, and I found myself watching him quite deliberately moving his stiffened penis up and down against his leg.

I can't tell you how excited that made me feel, I was fever hot, my insides seemed to suddenly turn to jelly, and I could feel that my friend had suddenly become sopping wet. I sat there quivering as I watched him moving his long, apparently rock hard penis up and down. Part of me wishing it was my hand that was doing that. Part of me wishing I could actually see it, see what it really looked like. But most all just thrilled by thought it had been looking at me that had done that to him.

I was mesmerised, but for some reason I suddenly panicked, and even though it wasn't my grandmother's station I got off at the next one and fled straight into the women's lavatory, slamming the cubicle door behind me and leaning against the wall as I panted for breath. But in spite of the scare I had given myself the effect of what had happened was still going on, my friend was demanding attention and when I checked I found the crotch of my knickers was absolutely soaking wet.

I did it to myself, actually I had to do it twice in fairly quick succession before I had calmed down enough to go out and wait for the next train.' she added before stopping to take a drink from her glass.

While she had been telling me her story I had been trying to picture the young Hanna. No doubt tall for her age, her hair probably longer, perhaps worn in two plaits that fell down her back. Her body slim but starting to show the feminine curves that would soon develop into such exciting beauty. Her school uniform stretched tight by her youthful breasts and hips, and short enough to show off a tantalising length of leg.

I could well understand the young man finding a seat where he could get a better look at her, and his quite natural reaction to what she did. I knew from my own response to one or two similar experiences that being able to see what he probably could would have given me an erection too. At the same time I felt a sudden surge of mixed emotions, envy, coupled with jealousy. Envy of his opportunity to see what he had, and jealousy that it had been Hanna's body that had aroused him.

But I only had to put up with those feelings for a few moments because having put down her glass, Hanna continued her story. 'So having got over the scare I had given myself I realised my experiment had proved even more successful than I could have hoped it would be. I had discovered something important about myself, something about the woman I would very soon be.'

'It seems to me that we were made for each other Hanna.' I said softly as she then lay quietly beside me.

'Pardon? Sorry, I was still remembering those times Mac. What did you say?'

'I said from what you have told me it would seem that we were made for each other. I get excited by looking, you do from being looked at. A perfect match.'

She smiled. 'Yes, that occurred to me when you were first telling me your story.'

'Really?'

'Mmm, but then as I thought it must be too good to be true I expected there would be a catch somewhere, that you would turn out to have some flaw, some shortcoming that would spoil everything else about you.'

'Maybe there is.'

'Maybe, but I hope not Mac.' she said as she rolled on to her side and slid her arms around me.

Although the feel of her firm, but silky softness pressing against me was thrilling I felt sure I wouldn't be able to perform again quite that quickly, so really just to give myself a little more recovery time, I said. 'You said you were going to tell me something about that girl, the second one?'

'Louise, you want me too?'

'Only whatever you feel free to say, I certainly don't want to pry into private matters.'

'Oh in Louise's case very little is private, in fact I have to be very careful what roles I ask her to play. I really don't know what she'd do to some of our clients if I gave her a free rein.'

'In what way?'

'Well she's fully bi-sexual and, well I suppose voracious is the only word to describe her appetite. But the really dangerous part is her love of power, sexual power I mean. She gets her strongest kicks from knowing she has completely dominated whomever she has targeted. She'll do whatever she thinks is necessary to satisfy them, but in doing so makes sure she has totally hooked them to her. As I said, I think she could actually be quite dangerous.'

'She sounds a handful.'

'That's putting it mildly Mac, but it also makes her a great performer for us if she is kept under control. She'll do virtually anything we ask, especially if she thinks there is a chance of the client becoming besotted with her.'

'Well she's certainly attractive and what she did for me was definitely stimulating, but I didn't feel myself getting besotted.'

She laughed softly. 'Oh I wouldn't have used her for your show if I thought there was a risk of that Mac. What she did for you was just an encore, her main play had been a couple of hours earlier, for another client. He likes school-girls.' she added cryptically.

'Is that why she was fully shaved?'

'No, she's always done that, did you find it exciting?'

'In a way, yes, but I'm not sure why.'

'The hint of the exotic, the forbidden, virginal youthfulness?'

'Mmm, maybe all that.'

'Louise certainly thinks so, and it does make it easier for her to take on little girl roles for us.'

'You get such requests often?'

'Quite a few, yes. I'm happy to do that for clients, apart from anything else I think that if we are satisfying that need then the men aren't out looking for real school-girls.'

'But isn't that craving actually a power thing? I didn't think it was just the age of the girl that was important to those men, that it was more about the sense of power it gives them. Like rape not really being about sexual gratification.'

'I think that's true in a lot of cases, but with many men there are other things going on as well. Something new, different, and as I mentioned, the exotic, or forbidden. Any and all of those things can be powerful turn-ons for most men Mac. Even you I suspect. If you are totally honest with yourself I'm sure you would have to admit that the thought of having some pretty young girl handling your penis could be exciting. Couldn't it?'

'I suppose so.'

'Of course so, it's perfectly natural, evolution has made that an integral part of what being a male is. It's just one aspect of the primal urge to ensure your genes are spread as widely as possible. It is only the development of a social order that has imposed restrictions on you. And because of that, and in spite of all the benefits a male dominated civilisation has given you, I think that at a subconscious level it must be much harder to be a man than it is to be a woman. You constantly have to deal with the conflict between the biological drive to spread your genes, and yet also try to conform to society's regulations.

And it's that very conflict that Louise uses to gain her power.'

'What sort of things does she do?'

'Oh anything, and I mean anything. From teasing men by letting them catch glimpses of what she's got, all the way through to the most perverted activity you could imagine.'




Hanna Ch. 06-09



'She likes having men look at her, the same way you do?'

'Oh no, I'm nothing like her, please don't get the wrong idea about what I told you Mac. I may have got excited by the idea of it when still going through puberty, but as I grew older I found the man has to be special to me, it can't just be any man.

But with Louise it's a power trip. To her it's like catching fish, she casts her net and sees how many she can snare. For example, she'll sit in a bar in a semi-transparent dress, with nothing on underneath. And that's one of the reasons why she shaves herself. She knows that when she does that, as there is no hint of pubic shadow, men don't know if she's really naked, or just wearing a flesh-coloured body stocking.

Anyway, she'll see men watching her, catch the eye of one of them, knowing that sooner or later, usually sooner, he'll make some approach. She might accept a drink or she may well rebuff him straight away, but even if she does accept, as she's doing that she'll be eyeing another, giving him the idea he was the one that she really found interesting.

She might do that several times during the course of the evening, even if she accepts a drink or a meal she'll continue making eye contact with other likely targets around the room.'

'Does she end up in bed with any of them?'

'Oh yes, and quite often more than one of them. As I said, she has a voracious appetite. And she'll do just about anything with them. Although she tells me she won't get into serious S&M, she won't risk herself getting marked in some way.'

'I don't blame her, she certainly has a beautiful body.' I said as the image of her slim, milky-white curves flashed before my eyes.

'Aha, she got to you a little bit!'

'Not in the sense you mean Hanna, no. Admiring and appreciating beauty doesn't mean you want to own it. There are hundreds of works of art I love to look at, but there are few I would want actually hanging on my wall at home. Similarly I can admire, and even get physically aroused by female beauty, without wanting to go to bed with every good-looking woman I see.'

'I understand that Mac.'

'But that does lead to something I have often thought about, something that links back to what you were saying about the strength of men's primal drive.

Let's agree that, barring deformities and physical accidents, all men have a penis and all women a vagina. And we have to agree that the only way a man has even a chance of spreading his genes, is by ejaculating into a vagina. That means that a man, who is being driven by these primal urges should be driven to find as many vaginas as possible to ejaculate into.

So, two questions. One, why does any man fall in love, or even, to use your word, become besotted by a single woman? Two, why would men like, no stronger than that, become obsessed by the idea of climaxing in other ways, oral, anal, and all the other variations? And for the moment let's agree not to worry about the causes of homosexuality, or even some of the odder heterosexual activities, like S&M, etc.

We agree that those primal urges are there, and that they are powerful, so why all the variations?'

'I personally think it's the result of those social pressures we talked about. Society pressures people to couple, it would all get just too messy otherwise. So, given those pressures exist, and the primal drive is still there, something has to give, and the drive just has to find other outlets. I think variety of activities takes the place of a variety of women.'

'That makes sense, and the way you put it makes it all seem perfectly obvious. I don't know why it never occurred to me that way.'

'But you have to remember I have spent several years delving into what makes men tick, purely professionally of course.' she added with a grin, then pushed the sheet down and slipped out of bed again. 'It looks as though you are ready for a top up.' she said, glancing at my nearly empty glass.

Again I watched her jiggling buttocks as she crossed the room, and that time felt a distinct stirring happening somewhere between the base of my spine and my groin. A stirring that sharpened noticeably when she returned a minute or so later carrying the rest of the bottle of wine. The stronger lighting streaming from the other room back-lit her, silhouetting her body, making the sensuous shape of her slender waist and gently swelling hips even more enticing. At the same time the smaller bed-side lamp cast just enough to highlight the equally tempting up-swelling curves of her breasts that swayed to and fro as she moved.

When she was still a few steps away from the bed she stopped, looking down at me, a half-smile turning up the corners of her mouth. 'You do like looking at me, don't you Mac.' she said, spreading her arms and turning slowly around.

'Of course I do, you are a stunningly beautiful woman Hanna.' I answered throatily, feeling that stirring growing stronger as my eyes moved up and down over her body.

'Before I refill your glass I just need to know something.' she said, putting the bottle of wine down beside the lamp then moving back a little.

'What's that?'

'Which part do you like best? Is it these?' she asked, lifting her hands to cup her breasts. 'Or this?' she said, turning to do the same with her buttocks. 'Perhaps these?' As she slid both hands slowly up and down the length of her thighs. 'Or is it in fact my friend you actually like best of all?' she added, moving her legs apart and slipping her fingers down to her pussy.

'Just tell me which Mac.' 

'You forgot to include your face, and especially those beautiful eyes.' I replied as the feelings inside myself grew steadily stronger.

'My eyes?'

'Oh yes, they're like a pair of exquisite jewels. Quite unique, totally unlike any others I have ever seen. Poets have written of eyes a man would happily drown in, your eyes are like that Hanna, deep sparkling, drowning pools.'

Her face lit up with pleasure. 'That's a beautiful compliment Mac.' she said softly as she moved to stand beside me.

'And I meant every word.'

She bent low. 'We both forgot my mouth.' she whispered as her lips pressed down against mine.



Chapter 9

Mutual Pleasures

As we kissed I reached up, slipping one hand around behind her head and running my fingers through her hair, while the other moved caressingly up and down her back and over her bottom.

Although she needed one hand to support herself I felt the other pushing down the covering sheet, then running up my leg until it found the already partially swollen length of my cock. Her fingers tightened around it, gently squeezing it, then as she felt it's virtually instantaneous response, starting to slowly stroke back and forth. And as it began to stiffen her tongue pushed into my mouth, probing deep, as though emulating what she wanted my cock to soon be doing.

It took her hardly any time at all to bring my cock up to full size and hardness, and when she had she got up on to the bed, spreading my legs apart so she could kneel between them. 'Your turn for a little selfish pleasure Mac.' she said, pushing one hand under my balls while the other steadied the shaft as she bent forward.

Perhaps the anticipation of what she was going to do was so strong it did something to my brain, but everything suddenly seemed to happening in slow motion. The increasing pressure of her fingers around my cock, her body bending down, her mouth moving towards it. All seemed to be taking minutes, not seconds, giving me that much extra time to anticipate what was to come.

What Gerry had done for me a couple of hours earlier had been thrilling, her expert mouth totally draining me in a most excitingly proficient way. But her performance had really only provided the culmination for a fantasy re-creation, both my highly charged arousal and the climax itself were actually the result of the release of stuff from deep within my subconscious. But Hanna was real, herself, not some beautiful woman playing a role for my enjoyment, and she was with me and doing what she was about to do because she wanted to be there, wanted to do it.

So just the anticipation of her performing what must be one of the most intimate of acts sent my blood pressure soaring, and I saw my cock quivering as her succulent lips slowly moved down towards it.

But even so the reality was still far, far stronger than anything I could have anticipated. I watched as she re-moistened her lips just before they brushed lightly against the tip of my cock-head, then felt a rippling bolt of excitement shoot up through my body as they slipped down over it. Then, when she reached the deep groove below it she paused, her eyes sparkling as she looked up and stared deep into mine, and if I read the expression in them correctly they seemed to be saying that she intended to do her best to give me the thrill of a life-time.

Then, having adjusted her position a little, and while continuing to closely watch my reactions, she pushed her mouth slowly down, engulfing the entire length in one steady movement. The unexpectedness of that just added to the already powerful thrills it gave me, my cock feeling as though it was being enfolded by some moistly clinging, velvet sheath. Again she paused, and it took all my will-power to stop my body's natural reaction to heave upwards, but of course I couldn't stop the strongly throbbing beat that had started deep inside me.

When she finally pulled her head back up I noticed the shaft had become thoroughly coated with her saliva, and soon realised that had been intentional. Having reached the groove she again tightened her lips, more firmly that time, then as she began sucking, her curling fingers started stroking up and down the slickly slippery shaft.

It was immediately obvious that, just as I had been when I was down between her legs, Hanna was in no hurry, that she was concentrating on the strength of the sensations she was giving me. And the effect of what she was doing was unbelievable, the jolting thrills so strong that it soon became quite impossible to prevent my responses, each time her gripping fingers pushed down, my hips jerked upwards. But Hanna had anticipated my reactions, her lips clamping tighter and her mouth still sucking hard as her head rode my upthrusting cock.

And of course watching what she was doing for me was dramatically increasing the level of the physical sensations I was getting. Her beautiful face; the perfect skin, the uptilting sparkling eyes, the high cheek-bones, the generously full mouth. Yet right then even all that beauty was somehow eclipsed by the sight of her cherry-red lips. Seeing them wrapped around my cock, being stretched wide by the massively swollen shaft, that and the way her cheeks hollowed each time she sucked hard were all heightening my excitement.

But, even if only subconsciously, adding to all that was the fact that she continued closely watching me. Unlike most women who had previously given me blow-jobs, who had nearly always kept their eyes closed, whenever my eyes flickered up from what her lips and mouth were doing to me I found hers staring deep into mine.

'Your turn for a little selfish pleasure' she had said, and I could see from the expression in her eyes that not only was that exactly what she was determined to give me. But also, and in some ways even more importantly, it was clear she was enjoying giving it to me. And as I was more than happy to accept that extraordinarily marvellous gift I completely lost track of just how long I lay there wallowing in it, my entire body tingling, muscles quivering and spasmodically jerking from the torturing rapture.

But of course Hanna had a deep understanding of the male physiology and knew that no matter how slowly, or how carefully she stimulated me, nor how much I was enjoying it, sooner or later my system would automatically react in the inevitable way.

And clearly she had no intention of having that happen just then. She was more than happy to give me as much 'selfish pleasure' as she thought my body could take, but she also wanted to share in the eventual outcome.

So, just when I was beginning to think I wouldn't be able to take much more of what she was doing, she stopped. 'I think that's enough entrées for both of us, time for the main course.' she said as she lifted herself and straddled me.

Having settled herself she reached down with one hand, steadied my cock and lowered herself towards it, pausing for a moment when her pussy was just a little above the head. 'Just one other thing first though. Would you like me to do what Louise does, remove all my pubic hair?' 

'To be honest I much prefer what you do.'

'You like my little bush?'

'Very, very much.'

'But like my friend to be clean-shaven?'

'Hanna there isn't a single part of you I don't like, but as well as your eyes, your breasts, your hair, your hands, your two ears and ten toes, I especially like your little friend. and the way she is, is just perfect.'

She giggled happily, then said in a lower, more serious tone. 'Last time, as wonderful as it was, was much too quick, for both of us I think, so let's make up for that this time Mac.' she said quietly as she tightened her grip, used the other hand to spread her pussy-lips apart, and pushed herself lower.

As I felt the tip of my cock slip between the moistly clinging outer folds I held my breath in anticipation of what was to come, my cock tingling as she began to move slowly down. I could tell from how wet her pussy was that what she had been doing for me had got her as sexually aroused as I was, and although the idea of more prolonged sex sounded marvellous I wondered if we would either be able to hold on for as long as she wanted us to.

'I'll do my best, but I can't make any promises Hanna, the things you make me feel are beyond anything I've experienced before.' I said as she continued pushing steadily down, gradually taking more and more of the throbbing length.

'That's nice to know Mac, for me too.' she replied throatily, pausing for a few moments as I took advantage of that position and lifted my hands to her breasts.

Their silky skin and the firm flesh beneath it felt wonderful, and as I took their weight, then gently squeezed as I lightly grazed their stiffening nipples with my thumbs, she gave a deep sigh of pleasure. The thrills I felt were just as strong but faded into the background when she suddenly pushed herself hard down against me.

'Mon Dieu!' she gasped. 'That's too much! But I love it!' she added as she ground herself even more tightly down against my pelvis. 'Yours is a truly magnificent weapon.' she said in low, rasping voice, letting my cock bathe in the warm, velvet moistness for a little longer before starting to rise and fall.

Each time she pushed down I could feel her tightly clinging pussy stimulating each and every nerve ending as she slowly forced the throbbing length of it deep inside. Then, having taken it all, she paused momentarily before she began to rise again. Then, once she had just the tip between the soft, moist folds of her pussy-lips, she paused again. I knew what she was doing, not merely delaying the process but also wanting us to enjoy both the actual physical sensations, and the anticipation of those that were yet to come.

Again and again and again, apparently untiringly, she rode me, until the thrills coursing through my body sent me into a delirium of pleasure. What she was doing and the way she was doing it made my cock feel bigger and harder than ever before, and at the same time I could also feel my balls beginning to ache from the pressure of the build-up of semen.

But adding to the effectiveness of what I was feeling were the intermittent variations she made in what she was doing. From time to time, when poised at the end of an uplift, she'd pause, then instead of pushing herself down again she would begin making tiny bouncing movements. Doing that made just her pussy-lips rub up and down over the super-sensitive rim of my cock and the stimulation was so localised, so incredibly intense, that the first time she did it my automatic response was to thrust upwards.

'No Mac.' she said quietly as she firmly pushed me down again. 'For now be still, quite still. Just let me do it.'

The thrills those movements gave me were so strong it wasn't easy to control myself, but I did my best to do as she asked. And so she continued, every now and then changing what she was doing. Most of the time using those long, slow rises and falls, occasionally pushing herself right down until she had driven my entire cock deep into the very heart of herself, then grinding her pelvis against mine. And sometimes driving me even more mad with pleasure when she concentrated on just my cock-head, using those short, faster bounces.

All that time I had been continuing to fondle and squeeze her breasts, becoming almost addicted to the feel of those firm, luscious globes, and the combination of that plus what her pussy was doing to my cock made me feel quite sure that even heaven could have nothing better to offer me. And although I wasn't conscious of making any of them, I was vaguely aware of sounds in the background, gasping breaths, groans, and mumbled exclamations of rapturous delight.

But I have no idea how long I drifted in that surreal paradise, no idea why my cock didn't gush fountain-like long before it finally did. 'You really like it this way, don't you?' I heard a voice asking from some far off place, the sound snapping me back to reality.

'It's, no, you, you are absolutely unbelievable Hanna.' I managed to croak, bringing my eyes back into focus as she continued to ride me.

I saw how flushed her face and neck had become by then, and felt how sharply her nipples were spiking from her tautly swollen breasts. And as I began rolling and squeezing them between my finger-tips she gave a low moan and I realised that she was reacting just as strongly as I was. Remembering what she had said before we started, and wanting desperately to please and satisfy her by holding back for as long as possible, I wondered what I could do to make that possible.

But I could think of nothing, so was relieved when Hanna began making low whimpering sounds and I felt her movements quickening, her steady rise and fall giving way to harder, sharper actions. I realised that she was finally being driven by her own quickly growing urgency and with that began to thrust upwards, forcing a series of explosive grunts from her each time my cock drove deep inside her.

I heard myself grunting too as the pressure inside me mounted higher, but luckily, just when it had built to an almost unbearable level, she began literally pounding herself up and down.

Our orgasms were in complete synchrony. I felt her pussy tightening as her contractions began, and then my own dizzying rush as the first surge boiled up through me. 'Yes Mac! Yeeesss! Yeeesss!' Hanna cried loudly as she rammed herself faster and faster up and down my towering cock.

I felt the semen scalding its way up through the straining shaft, then heard myself grunting as loudly as she had when I felt it pumping out in a series of excruciating jolts.

'Again, again!' she cried as it jetted deep into her spasming body, both of us gasping and heaving together as her orgasm continued and my cock spat load after explosive load up into her.

Again, and again, and again I thrust upwards. Each time ramming it deeper. Each massive burst accompanied by a deep grunt of satisfaction from me and a shrill cry of pleasure from Hanna.

But eventually of course our sweat-coated bodies slowed, our gasping breaths only just drowning out the sound of our wildly beating hearts and, having pulled her down on top of me, we lay there, locked together.





Hanna Ch. 10-13



Chapter 10

Dinner for Two

It was some time before either of us had the energy to even speak, let alone move, each content to lie in each other's arms as our bodies slowly recovered from the totally shattering experience we had shared.

Hanna made the first move, slipping from my arms and sitting up then bending to kiss me lightly. 'Would you like to stay over Mac?'

'I'd love to Hanna.' I said. 'But it's a bit impractical tonight, I have to be in Brussels early tomorrow morning and I brought nothing with me. If I'd had any idea.'

'I know, I understand, I wasn't certain myself.'

'But you thought we might?'

'Share my bed? Yes, well to be truthful, I hoped we might.'

'I wish I'd know that.' I replied, pushing myself up and taking her face in my hands. I looked deep into those darkly sparkling eyes for several long seconds and knew she could tell I was about to say something I thought important.

Although at that moment I knew exactly what I wanted to say to her I also thought I needed to be careful, not come on too strongly too soon, so I struggled to find the right words. Eventually I made a decision, and said. 'I know this is neither the time nor the place to say this, but I'm going to take a risk and say it anyway. I have been waiting a long time for someone like you to come along, and I think you might have been doing the same thing. The only way we can find out if what we have been feeling for each other this evening is more than physical attraction plus a healthy dose of lust, is to spend lots of time with each other. And not all of it in bed.' I added with a grin.

Just as it had earlier, when I'd been trying to dress after she had asked me to stay for a meal, I felt my heart start beating wildly when she replied. 'I agree Mac, I think that's a very good idea.'

I couldn't help myself, I dropped my arms around her and hugged her tight. 'Darling, darling Hanna.' I whispered in her ear, feeling her bed-tousled hair tickling my face.

I hung on to her for a long time, at first fearing that if I let her go she might change what she'd said, but when I realised she was holding me just as tightly, just because it felt so good, so very, very good.

But eventually nature forced my hand and I released my hold. 'I'm sorry but I really must use your bath-room.' I said, adding with a happy grin. 'But don't you dare to suddenly disappear on me.'

'I won't, I promise.' she said softly as she unwound her arms from around my waist.

The idea came to me while taking the much needed piss, and the more I thought about it the better I liked it.

When I returned to the bed-room she was still sitting up in bed, the sheets drawn just to her waist, leaving her beautiful breasts on display. 'If you're going to make a habit of sitting around looking like that I might never get anything else done.' I said.

'I'll remember that Mac. And I could say the same about you.' she replied.

'Me? There's not much to look at right now.' I said, glancing down at my completely flaccid cock.

'Oh I wouldn't say that, and apart from anything else I have a particularly good memory.' she added with a positively wicked grin.

'That's nice to know. But to more important things, two of them in fact. One, dinner this evening, will you join me? And two, what are your plans for this coming week-end?'

'Dinner would be very nice Mac, and afterwards?' she answered without any hesitation.

'I'll show you where I live.' I said with a smile.

'I should bring a few things with me then?'

'That would be a good idea. And the week-end?'

That time she thought for a several moments before replying. 'There is a small concert, but it's not that important that I be there. And there were a couple of minor things I was going to do, but they can wait a few days. What did you have in mind?'

'I'll tell you tomorrow evening, there are a few things I have to organise first, so I'll wait until I'm certain. But if all goes well I think you'll like the idea. Now I had better get dressed, while I still have the will-power to do so.' I said, moving closer and bending to kiss her, taking that brief opportunity to cup one breast in the palm of my hand.

She returned my kiss with passion and as she pressed herself firmly against my enfolding hand she disentangled her arms from the sheet, lifting one up around my neck and reaching down between my legs with the other.

'Are you sure you don't want to stay?' she whispered when we broke for air, keeping her fingers curled around my totally depleted cock and balls.

'No I'm not sure Hanna. But this time I must go, tomorrow night will be different, I promise. And if all goes well we'll soon have several days, and nights together.' I replied as I pulled myself free of her disturbing hold.

'Promises, promises!' she said, her face taking on a pretended sulking expression. 'But this time I'll trust you. Now, where to meet this evening?'

'Oh let me pick you up, if that's OK? I can drop you back whatever time you like the following morning. Or even in the middle of the night if you get tired of me.' I added with a grin.

'With that condition in mind, OK. What time should I be ready?'

'Seven thirty, eight o'clock, is that all right?'

'Perfect. And I hope your idea about the week-end works out Mac.' she added softly.

'So do I darling, so do I.' I replied, bending to give her another, much briefer kiss before gathering up my discarded clothes.

First thing the following morning I made a few phone calls and within an hour or so I had two sets of plans in place. A couple of years before I had been heavily involved in the development of a resort complex on one of the smaller islands in the Aegean Sea, and rather than take my full fee as taxable income I had converted part of it to a time-share arrangement on one of the better apartments. I had stayed there only once myself, soon after finalising the deal, with a girl whose face I had to struggle to remember. Since then most of my allotted time had been used to 'thank' some of my contacts for their help in various ways, but I still had a healthy balance of time available, and had found the place could be made free for the days I wanted.

Another couple of calls had reserved alternative flights and cars, and a boat to transfer us from the Greek mainland, so all that remained was to see just how much time Hanna could spare from her commitments.

Later that morning I rang what I liked to think of as my 'local', a small restaurant next to my apartment building, and reserved a table for Hanna and I for that evening. Then really knuckled down to work, going right through until it was time to shower and change.

It was just a little after seven thirty when I pulled up outside the Bellecoeur and Georges, the seemingly ever present concierge, told me that Madame had just come down to the foyer. While he hurried back up the steps to bring her small overnight bag down to the car Hanna appeared, then gave me a kiss that although brief still somehow managed to convey much.

The evening traffic was no better than usual so our conversation was stilted and I thought I would leave the important questions until I had parked the car and we had gone up to my apartment to drop Hanna's things off. But the questions had to wait a little longer than that, because no sooner had I closed the door behind us than we were in each other's arms, kissing feverishly, our hands roaming over each other's bodies.

We didn't even get any further than the hall-way, we fucked right there, both of us equally unrestrainedly impatient.

Although I had been mainly concentrating on negotiating the traffic during the trip across Paris, that hadn't completely stopped my other thought processes. Having her sitting so close, being able to see her out of the corner of my eye and having her subtle perfume drifting up into my nostrils, all brought back pictures and memories of the previous evening, and triggered thoughts of what might lie ahead in the next few hours.

Images of her; standing naked in the middle of her bed-room, asking me which part of her gorgeous body I liked best. Sitting up in bed with her beautiful breasts uncovered. Of her sex, pouting moistly as I bent forward to kiss it.

Memories of the sound of her voice; 'Your turn for a little selfish pleasure' she had said before pushing herself down on to my rearing cock. Then 'Yes, well to be truthful, I hoped we might.' when the subject of whether or not she had anticipated us sharing her bed. Of her obviously delighted exhilaration when I took her to a climax. 

But even stronger than those were the thoughts of what new experiences we had yet to share, what joys we had yet to give each other.

So although outwardly I may have appeared to remain cool, calm and collected, inwardly I was a seething mix of desire and need by the time we reached my apartment, and my cock had responded in its usual way. So when she crushed herself against me as we kissed there was no way she could have missed the feel of its already rigid length pressing against her thigh.

As our lips bruised each other's and our tongues probed and twined Hanna gripped my bottom with both hands, pulling me even tighter up against herself. I didn't even waste time trying to free her breasts but dropped both hands down and began scrabbling her skirt up with my fingers. I don't know whether she sensed my intentions, or was driven by her own equally strong needs, but as I did that she let go of me and having pushed me back a little, began unfastening my trousers.

Even though our frenzied kissing gave us very little room to move somehow we quickly managed to free the lower halves of each other's restraining garments, and then we both felt the jolting shudder that ran up through my body as her fingers closed around my already inflamed cock. 'Oh that feels so good!' she said breathlessly, then added in an even more urgent tone. 'Do it to me, right now Mac!'

My early years in the building industry included a good deal of hands-on work and a sometimes volatile work force meant I had to learn to take care of myself, so I had developed a better than average musculature. And although later years had required brain rather than brawn I had maintained my general fitness and most of my strength. So I was able to lift Hanna straight up off the ground, then by putting my hands under her arm-pits and pushing hard against the wall, hold her there, suspended.

'Good God, a bull!' she exclaimed in surprise, but then realising what I was doing meant that the next move was up to her, she lifted her knees and spread her legs, then reached down to guide my cock-head to her sex.

The strength of the sensations that coursed back through it as I plunged deep into her warmly welcoming pussy were unbelievable, totally blanking out any thoughts of the finer points of love-making. I was driven by lust, pure, unadulterated, animal lust. And in that position, hanging there, Hanna could do little more than take whatever I did to her.

But that obviously suited her mood too, because once she knew I was fully embedded she slid both arms down around me and gripped my naked arse, her finger-nails digging almost painfully into the flesh as she urged me on. 'Do it hard Mac! Fast and hard!'

For one brief moment I realised just how ridiculous the situation was. We were two mature adults, with a choice of comfortable venues, and both the evening and coming night to enjoy all the numerous aspects of love-making. Yet there we were, about to do it for all the world like two over-anxious teen-agers having to steal a minute or two of purely mindless fucking.

Yet right then I wouldn't have changed a thing, the sheer excitement of such wildly spontaneous sex, especially with a woman as beautiful and as wonderful as Hanna was, was truly mind-blowing. So I began giving her exactly what she had asked for, began fucking her as hard and as fast as I could.

But even though it was what we both wanted it still seemed unfair that the needs driving us should be satisfied so quickly, that our bodies didn't give us a chance to enjoy those thrills for just a little longer. But we weren't, after just a couple of minutes of truly violent thrusting I felt my balls tightening as a rising surge built deep inside me. As it rose higher I thrust even deeper, each forcing a loud, grunting gasp from Hanna as my body drove her even harder back against the wall.

Feeling the sudden increase in both the speed and power of my action she managed to lift her legs higher and use them to grip me even tighter. Then, just as suddenly as my own responses had started, she cried. 'Yes! Oh yes, yes! I'm coming! Come too Mac, come now!'

I felt her tensing, then, as though wanting to grip my cock as tightly as her legs and hands were my body, her pussy tightened, increasing the friction and so further intensifying the sensations I was getting.

That was more than I could stand and I heard myself crying her name over and over again as successive gouts of semen ripped up through me and jetted deep into her convulsing core.

And from Hanna's response it was obvious that the furious pounding I was giving her was exactly what she needed right then, her initially excited cries turning to whimpers of happy disbelief as my cock continued pistoning in and out, each thrust spouting yet another load of hot, sticky semen.

But of course eventually my strength gave out, and the intensity of what we had done left me both trembling and weak-kneed, still pushing hard against the wall, but by then purely for the support it gave me.

'Phew! I wonder where that came from.' she whispered breathlessly in my ear when I lowered her back down to the floor.

'I have no idea darling, but I'm not complaining.'

'Oh nor am I, nor am I. That was exactly what I needed, and you were truly amazing. So strong, in every way.' she said with a tone of admiration in her voice.

'I always did as my Mother told me, ate all my vegetables so I would grow up big and strong.' I said with a grin.

'Well they certainly worked, on both counts.' she replied with a low chuckle, then added as she bent to pick up her panties from where she had dropped them. 'But now I'll need to go a freshen up before we eat.'

I only had a momentary glimpse of the flimsy material before she scrunched it in her hand but saw it was pale green, and noted that as before, it was exactly the same shade as the shirt she was wearing under her suit.

Then I gave her a quick tour of the apartment, ending up in my bed-room and opening the door to the en-suite. 'All yours darling, there's no rush, I'll pour us a drink while you are tidying up, what do you fancy?'

'Do you have any Campari?'

'Yes I do, how do you like it?'

'With soda please, just a weak one, and lots of ice.'

While pouring the drinks I suddenly remembered that in the construction files for the resort I still had a few of its brochures, so while waiting for Hanna I went through to my study and popped one in my pocket.

'That's better, I feel respectable again.' she said when she returned just a few minutes later.

'That's a pity, I could easily get hooked by the disrespectable side of you.' I replied as I handed her a glass.

She gave that soft, deep-throated laugh that I was growing to love so much, raising her glass to me and answering. 'If you can assure me it's guaranteed to bring out the bull in you, I'll make sure it's never too deeply hidden Mac.'

'That's a deal.' I said in return.

'Now tell me what you have in mind for the week-end, you sounded quite mysterious about it.' she said as she sat down on the settee.

I sat beside her and reached into my pocket for the brochure. 'I didn't mean to, it was just that I didn't know if the place would be available at such short notice. But it is.' I said, handing it to her.

As she turned the pages I explained the back-ground to my involvement in the business and the time-sharing arrangement I had. 'It's not just available for the week-end either.' I said. 'As they have had a late cancellation we can have it for five or six days. Now I can't get away for that long right now, but I can free up Friday and Monday, so we could have four days there.'

'Friday and Monday too?' she said thoughtfully, then turned to me with a smile and, arching one eye-brow, said. 'But what would we do for four days?'

'Well as you can see, there's tennis, golf, fishing, scuba-diving and snorkelling, sight-seeing trips by boat. And although I have only been there just the once before, the dining is especially good, and there is a nice little combo to dance to, that gives everyone an opportunity to dress-up and step out. I don't think we'd be bored.'

'And if none of those activities appeals?'

'Then we'll just have to make do with the indoor sports, that or find ways of amusing ourselves.'

'Ah, now that sounds much more promising.' she said huskily, then added. 'So long as you eat plenty of vegetables between now and Friday Mac.'

'You can make it?'

'I think so, I'll need to check tomorrow morning. Certainly I can make the week-end and Monday, there are a couple of things I should be doing Friday, but I'm almost sure I can get someone else to take care of those. But even if I can't, three days would be good wouldn't it?'

'Three days will be wonderful, three days and nights, simply heaven!' I replied enthusiastically.

While we slowly sipped the rest of our drinks I told her more about the resort, how we would get there and in answer to her immediate question, what type of clothes were most suitable for her to take. Then when we had finished I suggested it was time we made our way to the restaurant.

'Where are we going, I forgot to ask before, is what I am wearing suitable?' she asked with a note of concern in her voice.

'Perfectly Hanna, it's nowhere special, just a small family restaurant, in the adjoining building. I eat there frequently. We just pop down in the lift, then pop back up again, that way we don't waste too much time.' I said with a grin.

'Ah I see, very practical. So long as there is something else also popping up before the end of the evening.'

'Oh I think we'll be able to arrange that for you.' I replied as I took her empty glass.

Although just one of the many family restaurants scattered throughout Paris I had been more than happy to continue using this one on a regular basis for several years. Their menu was a mixture of old, ever reliable favourites and a number of regularly changing dishes that never failed to please. Marie Claire took care of the kitchen, her husband, Jacques, plus their eldest son, Pierre, the front of house. In the time I had been going there I had become almost a friend of the family, and on a couple of occasions had been able to help them through small, quite temporary financial difficulties. Pierre and I had become especially close and although very happily married himself, and I rarely took anyone there with me, he never failed to check with me as to the goings on in my own love life.

So when we went in and Pierre hurried forward to greet us I immediately, but very discretely made sure he understood that Hanna was a very, very special lady. He raised his eye-brows in surprise, gave me a broad grin, then turned to Hanna. 'A friend of Mr. McHenry is a friend of my entire family, welcome to our small restaurant, our service is here for your pleasure.'

I could see Hanna was a little taken aback by Pierre's somewhat effusive greeting, but she smiled and thanked him for it, then turned to me. 'I think we are going to enjoy our meal Mac.'

And that we certainly did. Pierre obviously quickly alerted his Mother and Father to the fact that I had a very special lady friend with me because I saw several pairs of eyes scrutinising Hanna, then smiles being exchanged when they apparently approved of what they saw. And with that they gave extra special care to all that they did for us, recommending minor variations to our initial orders, ensuring the dishes were both especially appealing to our eyes as well as our palates, and immediately attending to our smallest wish.




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In fact I felt a little sorry for the other diners that evening, the way Pierre and Jacques took care of us meant their service was a little more delayed than usual, and I'm sure our dishes were coming out from the kitchen well ahead of their previous orders. However, when I saw how much Hanna was enjoying her meal I was more than happy to accept the special favour.

Once the initial flurry of attention had calmed down Hanna wanted to know more about the resort and the island it was built on, then, obviously still concerned about what clothes she should take with her, questioned me about the type of people we might meet.

I told her that I imagined that most of the people there would be well to do, but still a fairly cosmopolitan group, not members of what is called the jet-set. I also told her that from what I could see of the weather forecast, we could expect relatively hot days and although there would be sea breezes the nights would still be quite warm. So shorts or simple sun-dresses would be appropriate for daytime, and although most people liked to dress for dinner, whatever she took as evening wear should also be quite light.

'I think I might do a little shopping sometime tomorrow. I don't even have a decent swim suit.'

'Can you swim?'

'Oh yes, I learned as a girl, I was quite good actually. But it's a very long time since I have done any. It's not something that's called for in Paris.' she added with a grin.

'The water around that part is marvellous, still quite unpolluted. And there's a good sized pool too, so the opportunity will be there if you want to.'

'We'll see, but I'll get myself something nice to wear, just in case.'

'Now I'll spend the next couple of days trying to imagine you in a swim suit.'

'Oh I should think that by tomorrow morning you will have other pictures of me in your head.' she replied softly.

'I'm sure I will darling, but you of all people should know what men's imaginations are like.'

'Always looking for something new, something more exciting?'

'No, that's not what I meant, and you know it, at least not now I have met you.' I added. 'So let's forget about why I'll be trying to imagine you in a swim suit, just accept that I will.' I said, breathing a mental sigh of relief as just at that moment Pierre brought our wine and the first course.

Our conversation began by talking about the concert and the other musical commitments she would have to re-arrange so she would be free to make the trip. She made no mention of any demands she might have from the other side of the Foundation's more exotic activities and as I presumed that was the way she wanted us to deal with it I carefully avoided asking any questions about those. I asked a few questions about a couple of musicians she had mentioned and that in turn led to her giving me an outline of other concerts the Foundation had planned for the near future. Then we had a long talk about the relative merits of a number of promising composers and musicians they were supporting, so our time passed quickly.

But when we were about two thirds of the way through our main course she suddenly said. 'But that's more than enough about all that, tell me about what you are doing Mac. I still know virtually nothing about your work.'

'Oh it's pretty grubby by comparison with yours Hanna. Lots and lots of politics, dealing with competing interest groups, contractors, and of course money, always money. It's not a very intellectually satisfying business.'

'But in the end you help to build something, something lasting.'

'Maybe lasting, but not always beautiful.'

'But we've already agreed that not all music is beautiful either, and most of it will certainly not last. To get one truly great piece, or performance, we have to listen to a vast amount of stuff that will soon vanish forever. It's the same with all Art, we have to produce a great deal of dross to get one small nugget'

'I suppose that's true, I've never really thought of it like that.'

'Well you should, so tell me about what you are working on now, and what you have done that you think might be memorable.'

I did as she'd asked and much to my surprise found she was genuinely interested in what I had to say, from time to time asking searching and really pertinent questions. So with the unobtrusive but efficient service Pierre was providing and Hanna's active contribution to the conversation, the time simply flew by and almost before I knew it we were sipping coffee and cognac.

'We do seem to get on well together don't we.' I said during just about the first lull in conversation.

'Yes we do Mac. I've enjoyed the meal very much, the food and wine were excellent, and the company was even better.' she replied with a smile.

'Was?'

She chuckled. 'All right, is, and I hope will be.'

'Do you realise we have gone for more than hour without once mentioning anything to with that three letter word?'

'Which one?'

'Sex!'

She laughed again, that time using her deep-throated laugh. 'Tut tut, how remiss of us! But I'm sure we can more than make up for that omission soon enough.'

'Less frantically than before.'

'I think so Mac. But that was still wonderful.' she added in a much softer tone.

'Yes it was. But it didn't give me chance to look at you.'

'But you have been looking at me for the past hour.' she said with a cheeky twinkle in her eye.

'And that has been utterly delightful, but -'

'But?'

'But there are parts equally delightful I need to see again. Just to make sure my memory hasn't been playing tricks on me.'

'Oh I don't think there's too much risk of that, not in less than twenty four hours.'

'I still have to make sure.'

'Then I suppose I had better let you do something about that. It wouldn't be fair of me to have you worrying about such things would it?'

'Definitely not. So I'll just take care of this.' I said, looking up to catch Pierre's eye and indicating he should add the meal to my account.

'You eat here regularly then?' Hanna said when she realised what I had done.

'Oh yes, it's almost my second home.'

'That accounts for the excellent service then.' she said pushing herself away from the table. She got up and turned towards Pierre, who was making his way between tables towards us. 'Please thank everyone for a most delicious meal, and thank you for your excellent service Pierre.' she said to him.

Pierre beamed and assured Hanna he would pass her compliments to his Mother, then turned to me and said. 'I trust we will see much more of Madame in future.'

'I hope so too Pierre.' I replied as I took Hanna's arm and turned to go.

'That was very nice of you, they will appreciate your compliments.' I said when we got outside.

'I meant them, as I said, the food, wine and service were all excellent. I hope you will take me there again.' she added.

'Oh I will darling, I will. But they don't open for breakfast, you will have to put up with my attempts at that.' I added as we made for the entrance to my apartment building.

'I'm sure I'll enjoy that just as much Mac.' she answered, snuggling closer.

* 

Chapter 11

First Night

Although I lived on the top floor the lift was too quick for us to have time for more than an all too brief kiss and cuddle, then having exchanged somewhat guilty grins as we passed the place where we had had the earlier frenzied fuck, Hanna headed for the en-suite. I took a piss in the other bath-room, then having had a quick wash to freshen up, went through to the lounge room and put some Bartok on the stereo unit.

When I went into the bed-room I found Hanna was still in the bath-room and for a moment or two hesitated as to whether or not to strip, whether or not to wear something to bed. I decided my concern was ridiculous, the one thing Hanna wasn't was a shy, shrinking virgin, so stripped off and compromised by then slipping on a light bath-robe.

While doing that I found myself trying to imagine what she was doing at that moment, wishing that she hadn't closed the door between us, wishing I could have had even the occasional brief glimpse of her. But as exciting as those glimpses might have been they still couldn't have compared with what I actually felt when the door finally opened and she reappeared.

'I have left the lights off so you can see the lights out there.' I said, as her eyes adjusted from the brightness of the bath-room to the bed-room's relative gloom, and using that time to get a good look at her.

Like me Hanna had compromised, wearing a stunningly beautiful thing made of peach coloured chiffon and lace, through which I could clearly see most of her otherwise totally naked body. And seeing her standing there like that made me realise just how perfect that was. Tall and slender, with unbelievably long legs, and fully rounded curves in all the right places, full, high-set uptilting breasts, and a narrow waist and gently rounded hips. If given the task of designing everyman's idealisation of womanhood, this was what most men would come up with.

And she was there with me, freely offering herself to me, wanting to be with me. It was all too incredible, all just too wonderful.

'I love that piece of music Mac.' she said, referring to the music playing in the background. 'But I didn't think you had brought me here to show me some lights.' she added with a husky catch in her voice as she came forward and then slipped her arms around me. 'They'll still be there later, won't they?' she said as she lifted her face and pulled mine down.

We stood there kissing and caressing each other for a long time before each slipping the other's robe off so we could fully enjoy the feel of our skin pressing against each other's. Our lips, tongue's and hands moving in unison, each of us slowly responding to the unhurried, undemanding feel of the other.

Of course my cock was completely out of synch with all that, beginning to stiffen when she first appeared, rising the moment she slid her arms around me, then quickly hardening. When we paused to shed each other's robes Hanna lifted it higher, pressing it between our stomachs as she came back into my arms.

'I love the feel of that.' she whispered, wriggling herself against me when we eventually broke for air. 'So hard, so hot! I love knowing it's me that has made it grow to that size. And that it's me that's going to eventually get the full benefit of it - then make it explode.'

'Not too soon darling. I want more than what we had earlier, a lot more.' I replied.

'Oh so do I darling, so do I.' she answered before clamping her mouth back against mine.

We continued kissing and caressing each other for quite some time before I finally lifted her bodily, carried her across to the bed and laid her down on it. Then for a few moments I just I stood there, looking down at her, again marvelling at both her beauty, and the fact she was there with me.

'Move down to the end of the bed Mac.' she said softly as she reached up for the pillows. Naturally I did as she asked, watching as she pulled one down to rest her head on, then arched herself high and pushed another two under her bottom. Having made herself comfortable she moved her legs apart and slightly bent her knees, giving me a perfect view of her pussy.

'You do like looking at me don't you Mac.' she said after allowing me to silently stare at her for a minute or two. 

'You know I do.' I answered, clearing my suddenly constricted throat.

'Well, here I am, all yours. And I like a man who keeps his body in such good shape, keeps the muscles so well defined.' she said as her eyes roamed over me. 'And as to the way you're equipped, well that's simply awesome.' she added huskily as they focussed on my crotch.

We continued staring at each other for a long, long time, saying nothing more, just feeding and gratifying those deeper aspects of each other's sexuality, and under other circumstances I might have stood there savouring the show she was giving me for much, much longer. But by then my rearing cock was starting to throb from the pressure that had built up inside me and after a while the sight of her moistly pouting pussy was just too much.

I got up on to bed, moved forward and lifted myself high above her. 'I hope it feels as good as you say it looks darling.' I said as I guided the head between her pussy-lips and pushed forward.

I used long, slow strokes, pushing deep, then withdrawing until I felt I had no more than the tip still inside her. But to do that while Hanna had her hips pushed as high as they were meant that I had to hold myself up on no more than fingers and toes. The strain was telling, but then the rewards were more than worth the effort.

At that angle I could immediately get right inside her, bury my cock to the hilt, feel the thrill of having the clinging warmth of her pussy wrapped around the entire length. And I knew there were benefits for Hanna too. In addition to the sensations generated by me being able to get so deep, completely filling her, were those produced by the shaft rubbing directly back and forth against her clitoris.

'Oh Hanna, Hanna darling!' I said hoarsely as the sensations sent the level of my excitement higher and higher.

'Yes lover, I know, it's beautiful!' she replied. 'I'm glad I waited for you to come along.' she added in a much softer voice.

'So am I, oh so am I!'

Even though the strain on my arms and legs was rapidly increasing I could have held on right through to orgasm, and as the pressure inside me mounted the thought of emptying myself into her welcoming pussy was a powerful temptation. But as I had told her, I wanted more for us, much more than just a quick, or even a single, albeit much slower fuck. So, some time before the urge became just too great to resist, I pulled back, right back out of her.

'No! Oh no!' she cried when she realised what I was doing. But then gasped and grabbed my head when I slid down and pushed it up between her thighs.

I took her all the way through to her first orgasm with my mouth and tongue, then, as I had the other time, giving her two or three more before responding to her questionable pleas to stop. Then, while her body was still weakly trembling and quivering from the effects of those, I flipped her over on to her hands and knees.

At that moment, kneeling there looking down at it, I felt sure her bottom was the most beautiful I had ever seen. The twin globes full yet firm, the absolutely flawless, creamy skin stretched tight, the valley between them invitingly deep. I bent and kissed them, pressing my lips against each in turn, tingles of pleasure running through me as I pressed them down against that silky smoothness.

Then, bending lower and spreading the cheeks apart, I slid my tongue up along the cleft from her pussy to anus, hearing her squeal of surprised pleasure when she felt me probing the tightly wrinkled entrance with its tip. I repeated that action several times before I got back up on to my knees and reinserted my cock in her by then very much wetter pussy.

'Oh yes lover, that's what I want now! But this time don't think about me, just yourself, let go whenever you need to darling!' she gasped as I gripped her hips and thrust forward, immediately getting my throbbing cock just as deep as I had before.  

And what she wanted was exactly what I needed by then. After all the thrills I had got from doing what I had for her the tension had become almost unbearable. My balls had become quite painful from the amount of accumulated semen, and my cock felt so hot I half expected to hear it sizzling each time I pushed into her pussy.

So I began thrusting forcefully back and forth, watching the muscles in Hanna's arms and shoulders flexing as she braced herself to withstand the pounding. Each thrust sent waves of super-intense pleasure through me, and as I steadily increased the speed of my action I heard her words ringing in my head. 'Don't think about me this time, let go whenever you need to!'

But that time I really had no choice, by then the pressure inside me had risen so high that even if for some reason I had wanted to stop, I doubt my mental functions would have actually been able to control the physical. Not that I really thought about that, or anything else for that matter. The rapidly escalating thrills were so strong they completely overwhelmed any and every other thought, and I doubt that there was any processing power left in my brain to cope with anything else.

For a while I was vaguely aware of a few sounds; the increasing volume from the orchestra as they worked towards the finale of the Bartok piece, a fainter, squelching, sucking noise as my cock pistoned back and forth, and the uncoordinated gasping grunts of two people. But then those, and everything else vanished from my consciousness, that time even Hanna's climax didn't register with me, though I'm sure she had one I was just too busy coping with my own experiences to even be aware of hers.

I have heard the lead up to, and moment of actual orgasm by a man, described as being like everything from the most enormous sneeze, to a volcanic eruption. Although many have tried, as far as I am concerned the truth is that it is actually impossible to describe. In those few short seconds, although physiologically still fully conscious, my brain seems to need every scrap of processing power just to deal with what is happening. It seems that the intensity of the experience, no matter how many times repeated, requires all but that small part that deals with the ongoing life support functions. So the best I could do to describe a particular orgasm is by making comparisons with others. That it seemed more, or less intense. More, or less powerful. Or quicker, or longer lasting.

So, using those terms, that one was more intense, more powerful, and longer lasting than any I remembered ever experiencing.

I was of course conscious of the build-up, felt the tension inside me increasing even more, felt the sudden rush of blood that signalled the closeness of that dizzying excitement, felt my balls tightening as they rose up to press against the base of the shaft. Then felt the intensity of thrills I was getting sharply rise as the friction between my cock and the lining of Hanna's pussy suddenly increased.

Then there's nothing but the overwhelming sense of rapturous exultation as every nerve ending fired, every muscle and fibre in my body contracted. And then the only thing that seemed to matter was how much of my hot, sticky semen I could pump into her.

And that time it seemed to take very much longer than usual to fully satisfy me. Even after the draining effect of the first three or four truly massive explosions I felt the need to continue thrusting back and forth. And although not every thrust was productive the sense of urgency remained, and the thrills caused by even the intermittent spurts were strong enough to keep me going.

Eventually the power of both the urgency and the need waned, returning to me at least some control of my body. But as full consciousness was restored I discovered that even as I slowed the speed of my movements I was still getting shock-waves of incredible pleasure from my cock. Although I knew from experience that by then it couldn't have been either as big or as rigid as it had been, Hanna's pussy certainly felt much tighter.

For a few moments I was tempted to keep going, see if I was capable of a rare, double climax. But then I remembered that we actually had the rest of the night together. Only the thought that if I did continue I might totally deplete my reserves discouraged me, so I somewhat reluctantly slowed, then stopped, leaving it buried deep inside her.

Her pussy was such a snug fit it felt as though I had the entire length wrapped in its moist warmth. The feeling was utterly blissful, rather like those produced by taking a long, soaking bath. That sense of luxuriant well-being that comes from sinking down into, and then just lying in the hot water. But instead of having those sensations spread throughout the entire body, they were all concentrated in just one relatively small part, my cock. And were heightened by the positive tightening of the lining of her pussy as echoes of what Hanna had experienced continued rippling through her body.




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Letting go of her hips and sliding my hands down around her, I cupped her breasts and leant forward to kiss the back of her neck. 'That was truly wonderful my darling!' I whispered softly in her ear.

'It still is, please don't move yet.' she replied in a hoarsely muffled voice.

Naturally I did as she'd asked, holding the rest of myself still as I kissed her neck and shoulders and my hands stroked and gently squeezed her still tautly swollen breasts.

Hanna held herself as still as I was while those rippling echoes gradually diminished and slowed, then pulled herself off me and rolled over on to her back. 'A kiss please.' she said, reaching up for me.

We lay there kissing and caressing until the effects of the fires we had lit in each other were all but quenched, then continued for some time longer just because it felt so incredibly good.

'Champagne?' I asked eventually.

'Ah, tired of me already.' she replied with a grin, then hugged me even tighter.

'Far from it, I just thought.'

'Of course I would like some darling, I was just winding you up a bit. Some Champagne while we actually look at the lights would be lovely.'

After a final lingering kiss I slid out of bed and grabbing my robe as I went, headed for the kitchen. It took only a couple of minutes to open the bottle, find some snack biscuits and then take those and the glasses back to the bed-room, to find Hanna had also roused herself and had presumably gone into the en-suit.

She wasn't gone very long and when she reappeared she looked exactly as she had before, showing no sign of the strenuous physical activity we had just shared. Her tousled hair was re-combed, her smudged make-up re-touched and she had put back on the flimsily diaphanous thing she had earlier worn. I knew I was staring at her quite gawpily, but could do nothing about it.

'Just tell me I'm not dreaming.' I finally managed to say.

'If you are, then so am I Mac. And when we wake up we'll find we are in each other's arms.' she answered softly, giving me a gentle and completely understanding smile. 'But for now, Champagne please.' she added as she came and stood beside me.

We stood silently together for quite a while, sipping the wine, munching on a few biscuits and enjoying the view spread below us. 'We are very privileged, and lucky too, aren't we Mac.' she said some time later.

'If you mean what I think you do, I agree, we certainly are darling. But in many ways I think we are luckier than we are privileged.'

'What do you mean?'

'I agree we are privileged to be able to enjoy the life style we do, but we have both worked hard for it, neither of us has had it handed to us on a plate. But finding you, and then finding you reciprocate much of what I feel for you, now that's what I call sheer luck.'

'Yes I suppose that's true. Funny isn't it, if you hadn't seen that photograph in the paper.'

'I know, I know, I've thought that a dozen times already. As I said, sheer luck. But the luck goes much, much deeper. I mean it's amazing enough that we actually met, but it's even more amazing that we then find we both have such similar tastes, in so many different things.'

'And especially in matters sexual.'

'Yes, especially those.' I replied, putting my arm around her waist.

'But there is one thing about that worrying me a little.'

'What's that?' I asked anxiously.

'You're sure you don't mind me talking about this sort of thing Mac?'

'I told you, I would be much more hurt if you didn't. I want us both to feel able to share whatever we need or want to Hanna.'

'I like that darling.' she said, reaching up to kiss my cheek before continuing. 'I'm just a bit worried about the way I'm feeling about it, about sex I mean. It was never like this before, I mean before I became inactive. I liked sex of course, usually enjoyed it as much as anyone else. But I was never multi-orgasmic before. And I never felt I actually needed it, or rather, never felt I needed it quite as frequently.' she added in a much lower, almost embarrassed tone.

'And?' I prompted.

'Well now I do find myself feeling that way.' she answered hesitantly.

'That could be the result of many things darling, and none of them are anything to worry about.' I replied reassuringly, and squeezing her tight. 'As you say, it's most likely caused by the fact you have been inactive for so long. Your hormones have had to suddenly kick back in again and may have overshot the mark a bit. But your general situation has changed in three years too. You are just that much more emotionally mature, that much more financially secure, all those things. Many things have an effect on our sexual functionality darling.'

'And of course it may have something to do with you too. You are a very sexy man, and a wonderful lover.'

'Well of course that's nice to hear, but I'm sure you have met many sexy men during the last three years, and you say you didn't hop into bed with any of them. I think it's got much more to do with what's going on inside you, that you finally felt ready, for whatever reason. I just happened to be the man who was lucky enough to be around at that time.'

She thought about what I had said for a little while before answering. 'I think you are under-rating yourself Mac, I'm sure I am not the only woman who has been immediately attracted to you. But it's not just that.'

'So what else?' I asked when she left the statement hanging in the air.

'This is a bit more tricky, I don't want you to think I am slighting you Mac, far from it.'

'I won't take it that way Hanna, I promise.'

'Well, as I said, the feelings I have are completely new to me, so I'm not sure how to deal with them.' She paused, as though summoning up the courage to say what she wanted to, then it all came out in rush. 'I'm a bit worried that if it doesn't wear off soon you will get the wrong impression of me. Either that, or even worse, that I won't be able to control myself and you will simply get exhausted by my demands.'

Realising just how serious she was being I somehow managed to control the urge to laugh at what she'd said, instead, slipping my arm right around her and pulling her closer. 'Hanna darling, neither of those things is going to happen. Whether it is me or the hormones, I'm flattered that you need me, or just sex, as much as you say you do.

I'm sure the strength of feelings will reduce in time, that's just the way of things, but until then, let's make the most of it.' I said, trying to bring a smile to her still worried face. 'I certainly won't get any wrong impressions of you, and if I start to find your demands are becoming too onerous there are many ways of giving you pleasure that are less physically strenuous.'

She hugged me tight and her face brightened. 'Oh it's a relief to hear you say that. I should have known you would understand. It was silly of me to get so worried about it all.'

'It wasn't at all silly. Three years is a very long time, especially for a woman as sensual as you are.' I added, letting my hand slip down over her hip, then around to cup one cheek of her bottom. 'But you also said something about not being multi-orgasmic before, does that mean you now are?'

'Oh yes, you must have noticed.'

'Every time?'

'Well there haven't been that many times yet, but apart from when we first got here, in the hall-way, which was a bit too quick, yes. You mean you really couldn't tell?'

'I mean I haven't been counting darling. I have been too busy enjoying what was happening.' I replied, giving her bottom a squeeze. 'Anyway, what I was going to say was this. Whenever you find you feel the need. For instance when you feel another one coming on after I have climaxed. Just help yourself along to it, I mean, with your fingers. I know some men get upset about a woman doing that, but I certainly don't, I actually think it's sexy.' I added.

'Aha, that's the part of you that likes to watch.' she said with a knowing smile. But thank you for saying that, I'll remember it.'

'And if there is anything else, anything at all, at any time, promise me you will talk about it with me Hanna.'

'I will, and you must do the same with me Mac.'

'That's a deal then. Now, let's go through to the lounge room, and I'll top up these glasses.' I said.

Having done that we moved to the window and stood side by side again, sipping the wine and continuing to look out at the flickering light display below us. But after only a few minutes she reached for my hand. 'Hold me darling, like you were before, that was nice.' she whispered.

'You mean like this?' I replied, reaching behind her, then cupping and gently squeezing her bottom.

'Mmm! Just like that.'

'It feels nice for me too, very, very nice. Your bottom is just as beautiful as the rest of you is.' I added, giving it a much firmer squeeze.

'I'm glad you approve.' she said, wriggling her hips a little as I then began running my hand up and down over the tightly full cheek. 'But you have some very attractive physical attributes too.' she added, transferring the glass from one hand to the other then dropping the one nearest to me down and gripping my thigh.

'I do?'

'Definitely. You're body is in excellent shape, powerful legs and thighs, and you showed me earlier just how strong you are.' she added with a low giggle. 'And then of course there is this.' she said, turning her wrist as she pushed her hand between the edges of the robe, then slipping her fingers under my balls and curling her thumb up over the base of my cock.

'Oh that, I'm glad to hear you like it!' I said hoarsely as her touch sent a surprisingly strong tremor running up through my body.

'I don't think 'like' is quite strong enough Mac. As I told you before, it's magnificent. Big, very big, and just as strong as the rest of your body is. But it's also really quite beautiful too.'

'Beautiful? That's not a word that I would expect to spring to mind.' I said with a low hiss as her fingers began rolling my balls while her thumb stroked back and forth.

'Oh but it is beautiful. You have to remember that over the years I have been with the Foundation I have seen a large selection. They come in all shapes and sizes, and I assure you that some are very peculiar to look at. I have seen a few that have been almost as big, and just a couple that were bigger, but they usually had something odd about their shape, something that made them look almost grotesque. I have seen several just as perfectly shaped and proportioned, but they were all much smaller. Yours has the best of both things, shape, and size, Mother Nature has been generous to both of us Mac.'

As she had been speaking she had been increasing the pressure of what her fingers and thumb were doing, triggering an immediate, albeit still weak response from somewhere in the pit of my stomach. And I, perhaps quite unconsciously, had responded by increasing the activity of my hand, at first stroking and squeezing both cheeks, then pushing my fingers down into the fleshy valley between them.

'I told you I was attracted to you that first evening, during the interval of that dreadful concert.' she continued. 'Then when we met again and started talking to each other I found that initial reaction growing stronger. But because of all my previous experiences I fully expected, and had prepared myself to find something in your background or personality that would turn me off. And when I didn't find anything like that I expected it to turn out to be something physical. That's one reason why I made sure I watched you during the show we put on for you.' she added, strengthening the feelings I had been experiencing by further intensifying what her fingers were doing, and at the same time improving my access to her by shifting her weight and moving her feet a little further apart.

'So when I saw you stripped, and even though the angle on the camera wasn't the best, when I saw you fully aroused, I was really taken by surprise. Even more so when I felt the sudden rush of feelings I had been blocking for several years.' she said with a gasp as my fingers dug a little deeper.

'I can't tell you how envious I felt while having to watch Gerry doing what she did for you Mac. How much I wanted it to be me doing it. How much I wanted to feel you inside me right then!' she admitted.

'Why on earth didn't you say something to me much earlier? You must have known how strongly I was attracted to you.'

'Oh I suppose I wanted to be certain. You have to remember how long I had been sexually inactive. And I didn't want to come on to you like some tart.' she added with a slightly nervous giggle. 'I mean I didn't really know what you thought about the girls performing for you, and certainly didn't want you to equate me with them.'

'But you must have realised that was pretty unlikely darling.'

'Be fair, I had very little idea of what mental state you would be in after having had memories from so long ago stirred up. And you'd had three women performing erotically for you, why not a fourth?'

'True, and you are right, for a while I was pretty confused. Anyway, from now on we should agree to share our feelings, our wants and needs, much more openly. OK?'

'Definitely. And I'll make a start right now.' she said removing her hand from inside my robe and taking my empty glass. 'I want to do what Gerry did for you.' she added as she put both glasses on a nearby table then dropped to her knees in front of me.

'Undo your robe and hold it behind you please Mac.' she said, smiling up at me as her hands slid slowly up between my legs.

I did as she'd asked, noticing that although quite long and fat my cock hadn't started to stiffen, then watching her hands, fingers and especially her mouth. She pushed her left hand forward, spreading and opening the fingers then curling them up around behind my balls, supporting the partially inflated shaft on the base of its palm and upturned wrist. Then, using just the tips of the fingers of her right hand, she began stroking the head, lightly brushing them over and around it.

When she had gone to freshen up she had re-applied her lip-stick, it was dark red, and even in the relatively low light its high gloss made her lips look as though they were already wet. They were slightly parted allowing the pearly whiteness of her teeth to show, and between them I could see just the tip of her tongue.

From the moment she had said what she was going to do and I felt a sudden surge of excited anticipation, my body began to respond, blood pulsing much more strongly through my veins. Then the combination of the touch of hands and seeing her beautiful mouth poised so close to my cock dramatically increased that flow. But I'm sure we were both equally surprised at just how quickly it responded. As her fingers stroked back and forth it grew, rather like an inflating party balloon, pushing forward along her wrist as it expanded and began to stiffen.

'It seems you like this.' she whispered as she looked up into my eyes. 'I've heard some women say they think this position humiliating, I disagree with that, I find it empowering.' she added before leaning forward and slipping her lips over the tip of the head.

It was bliss, sheer bliss! In fact there are no words to adequately describe either the feelings that coursed through me at that moment, or the increasing intensity of what I experienced during the next few minutes.

At first she took just the head, her lips tightening and her tongue lapping around it as she began sucking. Then, as she felt the length continuing to grow and harden she began to slowly move her head back and forth, gradually pushing her lips further forward, taking more and more of it deep into her mouth. Her hands also played their part in lifting and intensifying my level of excitement, picking up the rhythm of her bobbing head, one squeezing my balls, and the other my arse.

She had said she wanted to do for me what Gerry had done, and I'm sure that if I had let she would have happily taken me right through to orgasm in that position. But although what she was doing was indescribably thrilling I wanted more, wanted us to fully share the joy. So, when I felt the tension inside me rising towards criticality I reached down and gently but firmly pushed her head away.

'That's unbelievably wonderful darling, and there will be plenty of times when I'll be very happy to accept purely selfish pleasures, but tonight I want to share them with you.' I said, pulling her to her feet.

'Spoil sport.' she said with a feigned note of sulkiness, then adding. 'But if you won't let me do that then I get to choose where and how.'

'OK, that's fair. Where?'

'Over there!' she replied, pointing to an oversized, leather arm-chair I had got into the habit of using when I had particularly complex problems to think through. It was next to a section of the floor to ceiling windows, but angled away from them so I wouldn't be distracted by the view. 'It looks more than big enough to take the two of us.' she said as she took my hand and tugged me after her. 'And I can continue looking at the lights while we do it.' she added, grinning cheekily.

That comment gave me the clue as to 'how' she wanted us to do it so I wasn't surprised when she pushed me down on to the seat then got up and straddled my legs with her knees. Then, gripping the back of the chair with one hand she reached down beneath herself.

What she had already done to me had made my cock so hard that she only had to hold it steady to be able to literally slide straight down it. 'Aaah yes!' she sighed as she pushed down, filling herself in one steady move. Then as she squirmed herself lower, adding. 'That's even better than I thought it would be.'

'For me too darling, for me too.' I answered somewhat gruffly as I again experienced the same utterly blissful feelings her snugly fitting pussy had given me earlier.

'And did you really mean what you said, about not minding if I play with myself?' she asked.

'Of course, is that what you want to do now?'

'Mmm, so long as you don't mind.'

'Of course I don't, so long as I can help too.' I replied, slipping one hand up to cup her breast and leaning forward to take its already swollen tip between my lips.

'Oh yes, yes please Mac.' she responded as I began to gently squeeze and suck, curling one hand around behind my head and dropping the other down to her crotch.

At first she held herself quite still, squirming and wriggling in response to what she was feeling, but making no effort to start actually fucking me. And by concentrating on helping her achieve as much pleasure as possible I found I was able to almost repress the effect of the sensations I was experiencing myself. Almost. Just having her body so close of course made that difficult. Then having the weight and feel of her perfect breasts in my hand and her spiking nipple between my lips made it all the more so. And on top of that there were the rippling tremors her gripping pussy gave me as she got more and more excited by what her own fingers were doing.

But although each of those were thrilling and the combination more than enough to keep my rearing cock rock-hard, there was no real sense of urgency building inside me.

I had been using my free hand to stroke and caress her neck, shoulders and back, enjoying both the feel of her silky smooth skin beneath my fingers and Hanna's faint shivers of delight in response to their movements. When I slid my hand right down and began stroking the cheeks of her arse those shivers grew even stronger and suddenly remembering the squeal of delight she had given when my tongue teased her arse hole, I reached up beneath her.

I heard a sharp hiss of indrawn breath and felt her entire body suddenly tense when my finger found its target and then applied firm, steady pressure until the tip slid inside.




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Although I could feel her fingers moving faster and her squirming and wriggling grew much more vigorous, she still made no attempt to move up and down on my cock. And with the weight of her pressing down precluding any movement from me, I could only continue squeezing and sucking her breast, and start slowly pushing one finger in and out of her arse-hole.

But that, plus what she was doing to herself was obviously more than enough, and it wasn't long before I knew she was building towards her orgasm. And a minute or two later, even if I hadn't been able to hear her rising cries of pleasure, the strength of feelings I was getting from my cock as her pussy began rhythmically squeezing it would have told me just how strong a climax she was experiencing.

When the strength of tremors gradually began waning she leaned back a little, pulling her breast from my mouth, then lifting my head. Her face was still flushed, flecked with tiny beads of perspiration, her usually sparkling eyes clouded, her mouth partly open as she continued gasping for breath.

'In addition to everything else about you, you are the most considerate lover I have ever known my darling.' she said softly. 'Thank you for letting me do that, and for helping me along the way you did, it was beautiful. But now let's share properly.' she added, bending her head and clamping her mouth to mine.

As her tongue probed deep, twining around mine I felt her finally starting to move herself up and down. At first slowly, using quite small movements, the post orgasmic slickness of her pussy allowing her to slip easily up and down the still rigidly swollen length that filled it. But even though she was so wet she still somehow managed to hold my cock in a tight grip, and each small movement triggered sparks of intense pleasure.

When she finally broke the kiss she placed her hands on my shoulders for support, her eyes looking deep into mine. 'And as well as everything else, we do fit beautifully together don't we.' she said softly.

'Definitely tailor made darling.' I replied, taking advantage of the space she had created between us and slipping both hands up to her breasts.

'Mmm, I like that too, they're always very sensitive at times like this.'

'I'll remember that, but I love holding them at any time. They're so silky smooth, so perfectly shaped, heavy but still so firm. Another absolutely gorgeous part of an all too perfect whole.' I added, squeezing them gently.

'Feel free to touch them, or any other part of me, any time you like. So long as I'm allowed the same privilege.' she said before bending to kiss me again.

Even though in that position there was actually very little I could physically do about it at that stage I was perfectly content to let her make the pace. Apart from the thrills her pussy was giving me I was happy just to continue enjoying the feel of her closeness and of having her breasts in my hands. But of course after all that had gone before I couldn't hold myself at that level of happy contentment. The effects of even those short, almost leisurely rises and falls were cumulative, and slowly but surely I felt the tension inside myself increasing.

Hanna must have sensed or felt some change in me, perhaps feeling the same steady pulse I had become aware of. Whatever it was I suddenly realised her movements were becoming stronger, rising higher and pushing down more firmly.

Then those stronger movements gradually also increased in speed, her hands gripping my shoulders much harder as her body urged me on. The pulsing throb I had felt grew stronger and stronger and I could tell my swollen balls were tightening, rising.  

Although the weight of her was going to make it difficult and I was reluctant to let go of her breasts, the urge to thrust quickly became totally overpowering. So, dropping my hands, I took a firm grip of the arm-rests and picked up the rhythm of her action. Each time her downward drive met my upward heave it forced a gasp of breath from her and a guttural grunt from me. And as we each got closer and closer to orgasm and our actions got faster and faster those sounds began to blend together.

She rode me to a virtually synchronous climax, the feel of my wildly pumping cock apparently providing her with the final trigger for her own, then the strength of her convulsing pussy draining the final few spurts of semen.

When we were both done she fell forward, our sweating bodies squashed against each other, both hearts racing, each panting for breath, and it was several minutes before either felt capable of moving.

'That was...' she whispered, searching for words between gasps.

'Fantastic? Unbelievable?' I suggested.

'Both, and much, much more.' she replied. 'But there really aren't words in any of the languages I know to really describe what I felt.'

'Yes language is pretty inadequate when it comes to these sorts of feelings.'

'Or most things to do with sex.' she replied, finally pushing herself upright. 'But now we have a problem.' she added more brightly.

'What's that darling?'

'Finding some way of moving without leaving a trail of stains on your carpet.' she said, giving me a cheeky grin.

'I wouldn't worry about that, just nip across to the en-suite.'

From the loud squelching sound she made as she lifted herself off me I got a fair idea of just how much co-mingled fluid had accumulated inside her, then watched as she quickly grabbed her crotch and literally scampered across to the bed-room door. When she had gone I looked down at myself and saw the state I was also in. My still partially swollen cock was dripping wet, my pubic hair a matted mass, and I could feel some drops of moisture dripping down the insides of my thighs.

'I'll need to make sure I leave a few boxes of tissues scattered around the place.' I thought to myself as I hurried to the other bath-room to clean up.

* 

Chapter 12

Get Away

After a busy day and then three such powerfully draining love-making sessions we were both more than happy to call it a day and get some rest. It was wonderful to feel her lying beside me in bed but although we kissed and caressed each other for a few minutes neither of us really had the energy to do more than that.

I slept like the proverbial log, I don't even remember dreaming, and when I woke it actually took me a few moments to remember who the person was curled up next to me. But then everything flooded back and I felt a surge of previously unexperienced happiness rushing through me. 'Hanna! Darling Hanna!' I whispered to myself as I pushed up on one arm and looked down at her still sleeping face.

Even though her beautiful and amazingly expressive eyes were shut and her face devoid of any make-up, I still thought she was the loveliest woman I had ever seen. And as I stared down at her, and recalled some of the things she had said and done with me just a few hours earlier, I found it hard to believe I had been so lucky.

I remained propped there for quite some time, enjoying the opportunity to look at her, her perfect skin and classic bone structure, the shape of her nose and ears. But time and again my eyes ended up looking at her mouth and lips. Remembering how softly moist they were when we kissed, how responsive to mine. Then remembering how exciting it had been just to see them wrapped around my cock, then trying to recall something of the actual thrills they had given me.

Although I made no move to disturb her something woke her from her sleep, perhaps some inner sense told her she was being so closely scrutinised. I saw her eye-lids flicker several times, then they slowly opened and although her eyes were initially unfocussed the effect on me was similar to seeing the brilliance of a full moon breaking out from behind a dark bank of clouds. Her eyes darted around, as though searching for some familiar object, then found my face, she blinked once or twice as her brain processed the unusual information, then she smiled. If opening her eyes had seemed like a sudden sight of the moon, her smile was like a sunrise on a crystal clear morning.

'Good morning.' she said in a sleepily loving voice.

'A very good morning my darling.' I replied, bending to kiss her lightly on the forehead. 'Would you like some coffee?'

'Oh most definitely yes please.' she replied, becoming more alert.

While the coffee brewed I warmed some croissants and poured glasses of fruit juice, adding those to the array of condiments I had put on a large tray, then went through to the bath-room to have a piss and wash the sleep from my eyes. When all was ready I carried the tray through to the bed-room, to find Hanna, obviously also freshened-up and sitting up in bed, waiting for me.

'Ah, at last! The smell of the coffee has been driving me mad, I wondered what you were up to.' she said, but then when I put the tray down on the bed beside her, she added. 'Oh Mac, that looks wonderful! You really are too good to be true. But I'm certainly not going to complain about that.'

Although careful about where I had put the tray and pleased to hear her reaction to my simple act of thoughtfulness, all my attention had actually been elsewhere. On her breasts. As we had both slept naked, when she sat up the sheet fell in crumpled folds across her middle, leaving those twin globes fully exposed.

To her they were no doubt merely another part of her body, something that had grown with her, something to be aware of, but never the centre of her thoughts. But to me they ranked alongside some of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. To me their size and shape were the embodiment of true perfection of form. If her eyes represented the essence of her personality, her pussy her sexuality, then her breasts were the twin beacons of her femininity.

I stared, quite unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of them, gently rising and falling with each breath she took, swaying gracefully when she reached for something from the tray. I wanted desperately to touch them, to hold them in the palms of my hands, feel their silky warmth, their firm weight. Wanted to fondle them until their cherry tips stiffened, then take those between my lips, to press my face against her as I gently nibbled and sucked.

But, perhaps luckily, her voice broke through my wishful daydreaming. 'Come on Mac, eat something.'

I mentally shook myself and looked up to find her offering me half a buttered croissant. 'Thank you, sorry, I was miles away.' I said.

'Oh I think you were right her darling. As I've told you, I love having you looking at me like that, makes me go all squirmy inside. Any other time I would have let what I think you were thinking lead to something more, but I'm sure you have to get to your office and I have calls to make if we are to have four, not three days together. So eat up, and then we'll have to get ourselves ready for the real world.'

She was quite right of course and that's exactly what we did. She told me that as she had many personal things to do we couldn't meet that evening so, having dropped her at the hotel I headed for my office with the knowledge that the next time I saw her would be when I picked her up the following morning. But twenty-four hours suddenly seemed an eternity.

Of course in fact it went remarkably quickly. Hanna rang an hour or so later with the news she had freed herself from her commitments and that good news plus the various things I had to do made the day flash by. The evening was a little more difficult, and having eaten and packed and made a few last minute phone calls I poured myself a drink and sat down, mentally running through the arrangements I had made, double-checking for anything I had missed.

Although I had done it quite unthinkingly and purely out of habit, I probably made the wrong choice of where to sit, in the leather arm-chair. Having satisfied myself that everything I could do had been done I slowly sipped my drink, then suddenly remembered what had happened in that chair the previous evening.

It was as though a whole range of information channels that had previously been blocked had suddenly been opened, letting through a torrent of detail. I remembered her words. 'Spoil sport.' she had said in supposedly disappointed voice when I had pushed her head back off my cock. Then. 'But if you won't let me do that then I get to choose where and how.'

When I had asked where she had pointed to the chair and when she then said. 'It looks more than big enough to take the two of us.' I also knew what position she had in mind, so wasn't surprised when she pushed me down on to it then got up and straddled me.

What she had already done to me had given me such a strong erection that she only had to reach down and steady it before she was able to take it all with one, firm downward push. 'Aaah yes!' she'd sighed as it filled her, then added as she squirmed herself even more tightly down against me. 'That's even better than I thought it would be.'

Once again I had experienced those utterly blissful feelings her snugly fitting pussy was capable of giving me, sensations that increased and intensified as she began slowly moving herself up and down.

Then something snapped inside my head, I realised I was being absolutely foolish, and pulled myself together. 'It's one thing to be besotted by a woman, spending every waking minute day-dreaming about her is quite another.' I said to myself as I pushed up out of the chair and headed for the phone.

She answered on the fourth ring and although surprised, sounded pleased to hear my voice. 'Is something wrong Mac?' she then asked anxiously.

'Absolutely not.' I replied. 'At least not now that I can hear your voice. I just wanted to check that everything is OK with you. Did you get done everything you needed to?'

'Oh yes thank you darling. But it has been a bit frantic. As well as fixing a few things for the Foundation I had a bit of shopping to do. I wanted to get something especially nice to wear, for the dinner-time, I want to look at my best for you. And of course I also had to get a swimsuit. Then there were other girly things to do, so it's been a busy day, but I'm nearly finished my packing now. And your day?'

'Also busy, but much more mundane stuff, to do with business. But all our various bookings are confirmed, plane, cars, the ferry, and the apartment manager has said he'll be sure everything goes smoothly there. I met him when we were interviewing people for the job, he's very competent and he and I get on well personally too, so that helps.'

'I'm sure it will be wonderful darling, especially not having to think about anything but us for a few days. It will give us a chance to really find out about each other.'

'Let's hope you don't find any stuff you don't like.'

'Oh I doubt it darling, but we can stand a couple of minor faults in each other surely?'

'Of course, neither expects perfection, do we?'

'I certainly hope not, I'm far from that. I'm sure you'll find some things I do irritate you, we wouldn't be human if that weren't true.'

'I have found in my work that a few minor glitches always make the finished project all the more satisfying.'

'I hope I'm more than just a project darling.' she said with a low giggle.

Having assured her she was far from that we talked for a little longer before she said she still had things to finish. So I reluctantly let her go, telling her only that I was looking forward to the morning more than anything else I could remember. Then, to avoid any hassles and delays that might result from driving to and parking at the airport, I booked a taxi for early the following morning and went to bed.

The morning was overcast with rain threatening, making just the thought of flying South seem a brilliant idea. But then the sound of Hanna's voice when I rang to tell her I was about to leave made me feel as though I was bathed in a pool of bright sunshine.

She was waiting at the entrance to the hotel and although momentarily disappointed to see that she wasn't wearing a skirt I recognised the practicality of the pant suit she had on. But I certainly couldn't fault either its style and cut that managed to discretely flatter her figure, or the colour that subtly matched the silver-grey streaks in her hair.

While we briefly embraced, Georges stowed her bags in the taxi and then we were off, holding hands and grinning at each other just like two run-away teen-agers. Even though we said little to each other the shared sense of euphoria carried us through the crawling early morning traffic, the milling crowds at the airport, and even the endless bureaucratic and security procedures prior to boarding.

Once settled in our seats she gave a long sigh and when I asked if she was all right, she gave me a brilliant smile and said. 'Oh yes darling, very all right thank you. It's just that I'm finding it a bit hard to believe all this is actually happening.'

'Ah, you too! I think I know exactly what you mean, that it's all a bit too good to be true?'

'Mmm, I keep expecting to wake up.'

'You'll find I'll still be here when you do.' I answered, giving her hand a squeeze.

The flight and service was pleasant and uneventful, and once we had crossed the Alps the clouds beneath us melted away, then both the car and ferry trips went to schedule so just a couple of hours or so later we were being greeted by Franko, the resort manager.

I could tell from the expression on his face that he was immediately smitten by Hanna and so wasn't that surprised when he not only escorted us to our apartment but then insisted on staying on to personally show her not only the layout but also the smallest detail of what it had to offer.

The rooms were large and sunny, with floor to ceiling windows running along the outside length, opening on to a balcony over-looking the bay. The bed-room had his and hers built-in wardrobes, the 'hers' section being big enough to include a vanity unit. The bath-room led off the bed-room and was equipped with just about anything even the most fastidious woman might need. There was an over-large lounge, with an entertainment centre and a small bar, and off that a compact kitchen area where basic cooking could be done.

Not wanting to deprive Franko of whatever pleasure giving Hanna the guided tour gave him, while he was doing that I went out on to the balcony and stood admiring the truly magnificent and quite breath-taking view. The surrounding rocky crags, the tumbling assortment of mainly white-washed houses of the adjoining village, the sun beating down on the sparkling waters of the harbour.

I was still standing there when I felt her arm slip around my waist. 'That was mean of you, for a while there I thought he was never going to leave.' she said.

'He's a nice guy, you have made his day, so I couldn't deny him those few minutes.' I replied, turning, taking her in my arms and kissing her.

'I've been wanting to do that for the last few hours.' I whispered when we broke for air.

'And I've been wanting you to. And waiting for you to tell me how you think I look.' she added.

'Stunning darling, truly stunning. Is that one of yesterday's purchases?'

'Yes it is, you really like it?'

'Really. It fits perfectly, shows off your figure beautifully, and I love the colour, the way it matches the streaks in your hair.'

'I cheated a bit there, had the streaks lightened a little.'

'And may I ask if you are colour co-ordinated?' I said, referring to what she had told me about her practice of matching the colour of her underwear to something else she was wearing.

'Of course.' she answered with a cheeky grin. 'But before we go into that, I don't know about you, but I'm feeling a bit hungry.'

Recognising that she, like me had only had the in-flight coffee and biscuits, and had probably not had much more than that for breakfast, I curbed the feelings that had started the moment I took her in my arms. 'Of course you are. Well we can either call for something to be brought up, go down to the pool side, where there is an excellent smorgasbord, or have a proper lunch in the restaurant. Which do you prefer?'




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'Oh apart from anything else this view is too beautiful to leave, let's have something brought up. Then we can un-pack while we wait.'

I agreed, ordered omelettes, a large Greek salad and a bottle of white wine, then having hung my few clothes, left her to arrange places for her own things.

The small dining area was set in one corner of the large living room, with wrap-around windows that provided almost as good a view as there was from the balcony. Hanna agreed that as by then it had become quite hot outside and the air-conditioning provided more comfort, it would be better if we had the waiter serve us there. Once he had gone I raised my glass. 'To us darling, and to a few days in heaven.'

'Oh I'll drink to that.' she replied, clinking my glass before taking a sip.

Although just the nearness of her during the preceding hours had kept my mind filled with images and thoughts of making love to her, the smell of the omelette had suddenly made me realise that I too was hungry, and it was several minutes before either of us spoke again.

'So Mac, what activities do you have in mind for us?' she asked, dabbing her lips with her serviette.

'I have no schedule darling. The whole point of being here is to do just whatever we please.'

'But we'll have to leave the room sometime, won't we?' she said with a mischievous grin.

'Well dinner is worth going down for. Apart from the food and wine, which is excellent, Saturday night usually turns into a bit of a party, there's quite a good band that comes in so we can dance, and that provides the opportunity for some harmless fun. Tonight will be a bit more restrained, more formal, but it will give you get a chance to show yourself off, everyone else does. After spending all day in shorts and T-shirts most people like the opportunity to put on their finest, wear their latest bit of jewellery, that sort of thing.

But other than that, it's up to us. There's a market down in the village on a Saturday morning, you might find that interesting. But if we want to spend all day in bed the staff will be happy to bring up life-saving supplies from time to time.'

'It still sounds too good to be true Mac, four days with nothing to think about but ourselves. I'm not going to read a newspaper or watch a single thing on television.' she said determinedly.

'I'll go along with that.' I replied.

*

Chapter 13

Twice, well...!

When I went to pour her some more wine she placed her hand over the top of her glass. 'Not for now thank you. Why not put the rest of the bottle in the fridge, we might fancy it later.' she suggested.

I took the hint and did as she suggested, but then instead of returning to my seat, went around behind her. Bending low to plant a kiss in the curve where her neck and shoulder met, I slipped both hands around her and moved them up to her breasts. 'I think we have both been patient for quite long enough. Self-restraint is an excellent virtue, but like any other it can be overdone. Don't you agree?' I said softly.

'Oh yes, very much.' she replied, leaning back in her chair so my hands had more room to move. 'But wouldn't you like me to have a quick shower, after all the travelling?'

'No I wouldn't. Apart from wasting that much more time I love the smell of you.' I replied as I slid my hands beneath the jacket and curled my fingers around the firm, lace covered curves. 'Don't forget that our body odour is filled with pheromones, and they are nature's aphrodisiacs. Substituting artificial for natural seems to me to be a bit of a waste of time and money.' I added as I fondled and gently squeezed her.

'OK, but you will have to let me use the toilet Mac.'

'I'll be waiting in the bed-room for you.' I said, then kissed her on the lips before taking my hands away.

'Can we turn the air-conditioning off in there?' she asked as she got up and headed for the bath-room.

'We sure can, each room is independent of the others. I'll fix that, just close the door behind you or this one will work overtime to compensate.'

Having fixed the air-conditioner I stripped the cover back off the bed and then took off my clothes and lay down. Although I had been experiencing the same sense of happy unreality that Hanna had remarked on, and had certainly been all too consciousness of her nearness during the trip, until that moment those feelings had remained somehow disconnected from any sexual urges. But, as though those had been lurking in the background, merely biding their time for the right moment to surface, as I lay there I suddenly found myself being filled with the most desperate need. I needed to feel her lips pressing against mine, her tongue probing into my mouth. Needed to feel her naked body in my arms, feel her moulding herself to mine. Needed to hear her cry of delight as I thrust my cock deep into her pussy.

And when I closed my eyes all I could see was her beautiful body, her eyes, sparkling with pleasure, the provocative sway of her breasts, and her pussy pouting moistly in readiness.

Luckily she was gone for only a few minutes so the reality of her presence quickly dispersed what might otherwise have proved to be all too vivid thoughts. She was still dressed, which initially disappointed me. But then, when she closed the door behind herself and smiled down at me as she began to slowly unbutton her jacket, I changed my mind and watched what she was doing with much more attentive interest.

She stood to one side of the bed, about half way down it, close enough for me to see everything in sharp detail but sufficiently far away to be well out of my reach. As she undid the buttons I saw she was wearing a short, silk camisole beneath it, and as she had told me, its pale dove grey colour precisely matched both the suit and the streaks in her hair. 

Although most of the garment was made from silk the bodice was all fine lace-work, but, undoubtedly because she was also wearing a bra, I was disappointed to see that no skin was showing through it. But, as if to make up for that, the cut and fit was so perfect that even if I hadn't had the size and shape of her breasts firmly fixed in my head, I would have little trouble imagining them.

When she took the jacket off and hung it over a nearby chair I could tell from the two sets of straps going up over her shoulder that I had been right about her wearing a bra, and made a mental note to talk to her about that later. Even while I was doing that she bent and removed her shoes, then unzipped her trousers and, turning away from me, slowly slid them down.

As I had expected, her panties were made of the same silk as the bodice, much briefer than the wide legged ones I had seen before. They fitted the cheeks of her arse so snugly I felt a powerful urge to simply get up, pull them down and press my face against those firm pillows of flesh. But the actual need to see what she did next was much, much stronger so I held myself still as she unpeeled the knee length stockings she had on, then straightened up and half turned herself towards me.

She looked down and her eyes held mind for a few seconds, then they moved lower, and I saw a half smile curling the corner of her mouth. I looked down to see the cause of that and wasn't too surprised to see that my cock, although far from being fully erect, had lengthened and thickened and was starting to stiffen. 'That's nice to see.' she said in a low whisper. 'As I've told you, it gives me a nice warm, squirmy feeling when I see you reacting like that Mac.' Then she slipped the camisole up over her head and turned herself to face me.

In that first moment I fully understood why women are prepared to spend the money some do on fine lingerie. Hanna had a body as close to perfection as I had ever seen, when naked she would tempt the most fervent saint. Yet even she looked ten times more seductively beautiful in what she was wearing.

The bra, like the camisole, was a mix of fine silk and lace-work, and through it I could see the tones of her skin, even the outline of the darker flesh around her nipples. There was no more than a thin strip of silk running across her rib-cage, the cups separately moulding to, and almost tenderly supporting each breast. The fit was so perfect that I needed no imagination at all to 'see' her breasts, yet the delicate covering, rather than hindering the sight, somehow managed to enhance it.

Eventually I managed to tear my eyes away, and look lower, and wasn't disappointed, the panties were the same combination of fabrics and what little there was of it fitted her perfectly. But what immediately caught and then held my attention was the large vee shaped panel that ran down the front, it was made from nothing but lace, and through it I could see the dark triangular shadow of her pubic hair.

But that wasn't all, because I was lying down I was actually looking up at her from a slight angle. From there I could see that the lace continued on between her legs, and because it fitted so snugly and was made of such fine material, I could also see that the fleshy slit of her pussy was clearly outlined.

'Aah!' I heard Hanna sigh, but was far too engrossed in what I could see as my eyes flicked up and down to wonder what had caused her to make that sound.

She stood quite still for a couple of minutes, giving me plenty of time to enjoy the sight, and it was only when she moved that I noticed the reason for her soft exclamation, and realised that her display might have actually been for our mutual pleasure. By then my cock had not only reached full size but had also hardened and was rearing vertically. No doubt Hanna's sigh had been caused by the sight of it responding to what I was looking at, then she had stood still so she could watch its steady inflation.

The movement that had distracted me was her reaching up behind herself to unclip her bra. I've no idea where the thought came from but before she had time to remove it I said. 'Wait a moment darling!' Then, pointing to the chair said. 'Would you put that back on after you have taken your bra off?'

'The camisole?'

'Mmm, please.'

'Of course, if that's what you would like.' she replied, turning away as she took her bra off, then slipping the camisole back over her head before turning to face me again.

'Why Mac?' she asked in a soft undertone.

'Maybe just to prolong the anticipation, heighten the tension. But I would also like to see the way they move under it.'

'Like this?' she asked, moving her shoulders slowly back and forth as she returned to stand at the bottom corner of the bed.

'Oh yes, exactly like that.' I said as I watched the silk trying unsuccessfully to cling to her breasts as they swayed to and fro.

'It's nice for me too. Feeling it brushing against me.' she whispered a few moments later, then adding. 'I can feel my nipples getting even more sensitive, and my breasts getting tight.'

I could see she was right, at least I could see the effect on her nipples, see that they had become more sharply jutting spikes. 'Come closer darling.' I suggested, beckoning her towards me.

She did as I asked, moving up to stand beside me, and then giving a long drawn out sigh as I slid my hand up between her legs. 'We really do turn each other on very easily, don't we. You got excited just from seeing me watching you, didn't you?' I said softly as my hand cupped her crotch.

'Yes I did.' she said in no more than a low, indistinct whisper.

'And got even more excited from watching me get a full erection?'

'Yes.'

I wasn't really surprised to find that the strip of lace covering her pussy had already become quite damp, and so as I slid two fingers slowly back and forth, I said. 'And do you like me doing this while you continue looking at me?'

'Yes, yes I do!' she answered huskily, then gasped as a shiver of pleasure ran through herself when I pressed my fingers up into the fleshy slit.

'In fact, in spite of a long period of self-enforced celibacy, you're actually a regular little sex-pot aren't you?' I said with a low chuckle.

'I seem to be, well at least with you I am.' she admitted, giggling momentarily, then gasping as another, much stronger shiver ran up through her body.

'And what are we going to do about that?'

'Enjoy it, make the most of it.' she replied as she reached down for my cock.

'No, wait!' I said. 'For now you can look, but mustn't touch. You can do that later. But first I think you had better slip these panties off, we don't want to wreck them on their first day. They are new aren't they?'

'Yes, one of the things I bought yesterday. You do like the set, don't you?'

'Of course I do, the speed of my arousal should have told you just how much. I didn't think anything could make your body more beautiful, more exciting than it already is, but these things do. That's why I don't want us to risk spoiling them, so I can enjoy looking at you in them many more times.' I added as she pushed the panties down and stepped out of them.

Each time she lifted her leg I got a brief, but much better look at her pussy and could see just how puffy its outer lips had already become. She really was what I had suggested, a sex-pot, and although that was a truly thrilling thought it was also a little daunting and I hoped my body could keep up with hers over the next few days and nights.

Knowing exactly what I was going to do Hanna positioned herself to make it easier for me to reach her, half turning towards me and standing with her legs sufficiently apart. Then as I slid my hand back up along the inside of her thigh I said. 'Let your mind run free darling, keep looking at me, but imagine whatever you like. Perhaps you are looking at someone who doesn't know anyone else is there, you have caught him at an unguarded moment. Perhaps you are on a train again, this time there are just you and the man who has been watching you, so with nobody else around he has been free to take his trousers off.

Whatever comes to mind, just enjoy my darling.' I added before falling silent.

Although of course I had no idea what was going on inside her head she appeared to do as I suggested, apart from the steadily increasing shudders that ran through her, standing quite still, her arms at her sides, staring almost unblinkingly down at my cock. 

But my hand and fingers were busy, at first just lightly stroking her pussy-lips, then slipping up between them, then my thumb reaching higher, finding the already sharply protruding tip of her clitoris. And I took my time, not only for Hanna's benefit but also because I too had much to enjoy. As well as the way the feel of her super-responsive pussy made my fingers tingle, I also had both the expression on her face and the sight of her breasts beneath the thin silk.

Any one of those three things would have been enough, the combination was ten times more powerful. Just seeing the steadily increasing tension on her face as she continued staring down at my cock would have been enough to build my own excitement. As was the feel of her body squirming itself down against my hand as my fingers fondled and probed. But in spite of the strength of those, the real magnet for me was the ever-changing movement of her breasts.

The angle I was seeing them from made them appear even bigger than I already knew they were. And although the fabric was too shiny to actually cling to them, from time to time it did seem to get caught on one of her spiking nipples, momentarily being pulled tight around the voluptuous curves. The fact that they were so close, yet I was unable to touch them, their size and shape so distinct yet still actually hidden, only increased my longing to hold them, feel their weight, their soft firmness. Although with one part of my brain I knew that being covered was in fact adding to their desirability, another part cursed myself for suggesting she put the camisole back on.

So with all that going on it's not really surprising that I wasn't really aware of what was physically happening to me. Even though it remained untouched my cock had obviously been responding to what else was happening, although I doubt that at first there had been much that Hanna would have been able to see.

But what started as no more than an intermittent pulse would have quickly become more regular, then grown to a much more positive rhythmic throb. And as that happened its appearance would undoubtedly have started to dramatically change, the additional surge of blood making it start to jerk about, the head darkening in colour and becoming shinier as it grew more bloated.

But as I said, I was blissfully unaware of all that, that is until Hanna's reaction made me finally tear my eyes away from the almost hypnotic movement of her breasts.

At first I thought she was reacting to what my fingers had continued doing all that time, but then I realised what she had actually gasped. 'Oh, mon dieu, c'est magnifique!' That and the way she was staring down even more intently with a wide-open, almost glazed look in her eyes, made me glance down at myself.

I have to admit that at that moment my cock really did look rather impressive. As the shaft had expanded from the additional blood coursing up into it the veins running up it had thickened and darkened, and were by then standing out like blue-black whip-cords. The head had ballooned, turning a dark plum-red, and its already glossy surface was made even more so by the pre-cum that had begun to seep down over it. Adding to that was the way the whole thing was straining vertically, and from time to time jerking almost convulsively when my body attempted to pump yet another surge of blood into it.

So although I didn't know for sure whether it was what she was looking at, rather than what my fingers were doing that triggered her first orgasm, it quickly became obvious that whatever it was, it was massively effective.

It began with her giving a faint mewling cry, that, as her body began to shake, rose higher in pitch and grew progressively louder. Then I felt her pressing herself much more firmly down on to my fingers and the shaking turned to a series of more regular, jerking shudders that seemed to course up through her like a series of waves. As they grew progressively stronger and the time between each one shortened, her cry was broken by deep, grunting gasps for breath and I felt her pussy grinding itself even harder down against my hand.

Then something must have snapped inside her. 'Enough of that!' she gasped, stripping the camisole off as she got up on to the bed and straddled me. 'It's time for this!' she added as she literally impaled herself on my rearing cock.

It happened so quickly I was hit with two things almost simultaneously. The sight of her naked breasts, and sensations generated by her pussy engulfing me.

Apart from the already mouth-watering appearance of the most beautiful pair I had even seen was what her rising excitement had done to them. Her increasing arousal had swollen the flesh around her aureoles, stretching and smoothing their normally slightly puckered skin, and from the centre of each protruding circle were the blood-red, and even more spikingly swollen nipples.

I simply couldn't restrain the urge to touch them any longer, and just as Hanna pushed herself down I reached up and brushed the palms of my hands up over them.

Both of our bodies reacted convulsively. My hips thrusting my cock higher as the shock-like thrills of her descending pussy suddenly flooded my brain. Hanna's jamming herself hard down on to it even as the rest of her jerked upright from my touch of her super-sensitised breasts.

Then, although it was only thirty-six hours that we had been apart, we rode each other, furiously, mindlessly, as though each of those hours had in fact been a day, or even a week.

After only a few seconds, in spite of the strength of the thrills coursing up from my cock, I felt a desperate urge for more than just the feel of her breasts in my hands. So, slipping my arms around behind her I pulled myself up until I could press my face against them, feel their warm, silky firmness cushioned against my skin.




Hanna Ch. 14-17



Chapter 14

Dancing and Loving

When I woke I found that although still warm, the other half of the bed was empty, then heard the sound of cheerful humming drifting through from the small kitchen. A few minutes later Hanna appeared, she was wearing a light cotton house-coat, which unfortunately left nothing of her beautiful body in view, but she was carrying a tray. 'Ah, my lord and master awakes.' she said, smiling down at me as she put the tray on the bottom of the bed. 'Tea and toast? Apart from some biscuits and cocktail snacks that's about all I could find, and I didn't want to wait for room service.'

'Tea and toast will be fine darling. Did you sleep a bit?'

'Oh yes, like a top. And so far it seems that you don't snore.'

'I've never been told that I do.'

'If you performed the way you did earlier with me I'm not surprised. Either you left them so exhausted that they didn't notice, or so completely overawed that they were too polite to tell you.' she said, passing me a cup and plate.

'Let me assure you that what happened earlier was down to the way you excite me, rather than to any inherent prowess of mine.'

'Flatterer!' she said with a grin. 'But I'll still keep my fingers crossed about the snoring.'

We munched the toast in silence for a while then she said. 'As there's only the one bath-room I suggest you let me go first, then I can do my make-up out here while you have your shower. O.K.?'

'That's fine. Take as long as you want, there's no rush and dinner is a moveable feast.'

'But we want a good table, I don't want to be stuck in a corner where I can't see anything.'

'Our table is already arranged, I fixed that with Franko, I promise that you won't miss a thing.'

'Clever man, I should have guessed. Now tomorrow, you mentioned a market.'

'Yes, down in the village, and we could have lunch there too, try some of the local delicacies. That's if you would like to do that, there are other things we can do.'

'No, I'd like to go, it could be fun, I love poking around in markets, you never know what you are going to find.'

'Then, if you would like to we could go for a bit of a swim. From the forecast I think it's going to get pretty hot and the water around here is quite clean, it could be nice.'

'I remembered to get myself a costume so if the day is as you say it will be, I'd like that too.' she said with a smile. 'Now while you finish your tea I'll hit the bath-room.'

Having finished I carried the tray through to the kitchen then roughly straightened the bed, knowing the maids would re-make it properly while we were at dinner. Then, having slipped on a robe I collected the things I would be wearing that evening and laid them out in the lounge, before going out on to the balcony.

Although by then low in the sky the sun's rays were still quite warm enough to provide a comfortable temperature so I stood there, looking out across the small harbour, to the sea beyond, watching the last few straggling boats returning from a day's fishing or sightseeing. And thinking that from where I stood the blend of old and new seemed to have been kept in harmony. Admittedly a small percentage of the original inhabitants had profited mightily by selling their land to allow for the resort's development, and many of those had taken their money elsewhere. But another group had found work in the resort, providing a new source of funds to their family and the community. And those had allowed the other people to continue going about their lives as they had for perhaps hundreds of years.

Perhaps in time the impact of the foreign wealth would create tensions and divisions, but then that was human nature. Right then, at least from where I was standing, what I'd had a small part in bringing into existence seemed on the whole to have been a good thing.

I was still standing there when I heard Hanna knocking on the glass behind me. 'All yours.' she mouthed through it before heading for the bed-room.

While in the shower I let my mind wander, remembering the thrills I had experienced that afternoon, thanking whatever lucky stars had allowed me to meet such a wonderful woman as Hanna, and then thinking about what joys we would surely be sharing later. And those final thoughts, plus the memory of Hanna's all to perfectly silky skin, prompted me to have another shave, beard-rash was the last thing I wanted to be guilty of causing.

I also thought of what was going on in the next room, where Hanna was getting ready, again wishing I could actually watch her doing that, and found myself starting to get excited by just the idea of that. But not wanting to get myself stirred up so early in the evening I pushed those thoughts away, replacing them with others that were far less disturbing. Then, having dressed, I poured myself a small drink and again went out on to the balcony, watching the changing colours in the sky as the sun sank slowly towards the horizon.

I finished my drink and returned inside, and was about to turn on the TV to see what disasters had happened in the rest of the world during the day, when Hanna reappeared.

Yet again she quite literally took my breath away. Although not overly heavy her make-up was quite different, more sophisticated, somehow making her already exotic features even more so. Her eyes seemed larger, sparkling more brightly, the upward tilt at the corners even more pronounced. The colour and gloss of her lip-stick made her lips and mouth even more enticing than usual, promising kisses of unfamiliar succulence.

But it was the dress, or at least what it did for the body within it, that really held my attention.

It was in fact a very simple, black cocktail length dress. But the fabric, design and cut, plus Hanna's perfect figure, turned it into something verging on a work of art. But art that was very definitely designed to stir and arouse rather than soothe and calm.

The fabric had a clinging softness that moulded itself to her, displaying the size and shape of her breasts, the slimness of her waist and the gently swelling curve of her hips. And, apart from the two thin straps going over them, the dress not only left most of her shoulders bare but also showed off much of her breasts.

Just looking at her made me want to take her in my arms, kiss and caress those sensuous curves, and then spend the rest of the night making love to her.

Recognising the danger that lay in thinking such thoughts so early in the evening I somehow managed to push them away and then tried to clear them by concentrating on the small details of the other things she was wearing. The thin gold choker around her beautiful neck, the matching bracelet on one wrist, and the obviously expensive high-heeled shoes that completed the powerfully sexual, but still elegantly stylish outfit.

Then when she span around to show me how the dress looked from the back I saw how the skirt lifted, displaying an all too brief, but still equally disturbing glimpse of a long, long length of black, nylon clad legs. I knew that what I had earlier, somewhat jokingly said about the reaction in the restaurant, had been understated, the men would drool, and the women turn green with envy.

'Do you approve?' she said with almost mocking sweetness when she saw how I continued to stare at her.

'Hanna, you look, you are. Darling I don't have the words. You are stunning, simply stunning. I don't know where you came from, or what I did to deserve you, but thank God I met you.' I mumbled.

She smiled, it's brilliance lit up her face and at the same time made my heart leap. 'It's lovely to hear you say that, and I'm so pleased you like the dress. The girls in the shop said you would.' she added.

'Like, is putting it far too mildly, but otherwise the girls were absolutely correct. But tell me just one thing.' I said, staring at the way the dress managed to show off the shape of her breasts.

'What's that darling?'

'Are you wearing anything at all underneath it?'

She gave that low, spine-tingling laugh, then answered. 'Just enough.'

'Enough?'

'Just enough to keep your interest high when I take the dress off.'

'It's not just my interest that'll be high.' I said as I felt my cock quickly making its presence felt.

'Oh good, I was a bit worried that this afternoon might have put my other friend to sleep for some time.'

'Far from it darling, I assure you he's already wide awake.'

'Good, that makes what I had to spend on the dress well worth it.'

'Every franc. But for now, unless you want me to ruin it by ripping it off you, I think we should go downstairs, we can have a drink before dinner. If I can't do anything else, I can't wait to see the expressions on people's faces when they catch sight of you.'

The reaction in the bar was just as I had anticipated, when we walked in heads turned, eyes stared, men's mouths dropped open and women glared at them before taking a second, longer look at Hanna. She couldn't have been oblivious to the stir her arrival caused but her poise and self-confidence made it appear as though she was, which of course only increased her impact on the watchers.

Franko must have alerted the staff to the fact that one of the resort's VIP's was in the house because although his eyes remained fixed on Hanna the barman greeted me effusively. Having taken our glasses across to one of the vacant tables we grinned at each other like children who were getting away with some harmless but still risky activity.

'As expected, you seemed to have caused a bit of disturbance already.' I said in a low voice.

'Me?' she replied with an air of injured innocence.

'Well they are certainly not looking at me.'

'Oh some of the women are Mac. But then you do look particularly handsome tonight.'

'I do?'

'Most definitely. The dinner jacket helps of course, but you do wear it extremely well, it makes you look strong, powerful, and that's very attractive to women. But if they knew just how strong and powerful you can be it would be more than their little hearts that would be fluttering.' she added with her familiar cheeky grin.

We took our time with our drinks then went through into the restaurant where the maitre d' was as profusely welcoming as the barman had been, and even more heads turned as we made our way to the table reserved for us.

For a while our arrival caused a flurry of whispering as people tried to find out from their fellow diners who we were. But having been unsuccessful that soon died down, and although occasional heads continued turning in our direction we were able to enjoy the meal without feeling we were continuing to be the centre of everyone's attention.

But in her own, much less overtly intrusive way, Hanna was just as keen to see who was there, with whom, and what they were wearing. From time to time making a witty comment about the bizarreness of some of the couplings, or the peculiarity of a particular woman's sense of style. But although I responded to her comments my attention was never really drawn that far away, most of the time concentrating on what I could see immediately across the table.

Her face, beautiful, but not, like many others around us in some all too mask-like way, but vibrant, expressive, capable of showing the tiniest nuance of emotion. Her eyes, those magically hypnotic eyes, which that evening seemed to be sparkling even more brilliantly than usual. Her lips and mouth, their glossy colour reflecting the same diamond points of light that were in her eyes. Then there were her hands, their pale, almost translucent skin, their long, slender fingers.

I knew only too well and remembered all to clearly how moistly responsive those lips could be. Likewise those hands that could not only be so expressive but also had the capability of giving such intense thrills to my body.

But most disturbing of all was what I could see of her breasts. Even though the design and cut of the top of the dress didn't result in some vulgarly brazen display, it certainly left no doubt as to the size and natural firmness of what filled it. And although the designer had made certain that something was still left to a normal viewer's imagination, as I already had already spent so much time holding, kissing and fondling them I didn't need any of that to complete the picture. Even as we sat talking, eating and sipping our wine in my mind's eye I could see them. See their upcurving fullness, watch the way they gently swayed each time she moved, see the deep, welcoming valley between them, and see their tips, darkly jutting.

Not surprisingly at wasn't long before I felt myself responding to those thoughts, felt the initially slight pressure of my slowly expanding cock. I realised that if I didn't want to spend the next couple of hours feeling positively uncomfortable, I had better change that mode of thought.

The food and wine were as excellent as I had promised Hanna they would be so I turned my attention to those things, savouring the variety of tastes in my mouth, rather than the thoughts in my head.

A trio had been providing pleasantly innocuous back-ground music while we ate but after we had finished our main course and before our desserts had arrived they were replaced by a younger group that began to play music to dance to. A few couples got up immediately but I waited until the initially up-beat piece was finished and they began to play something slower before asking Hanna if she would like to dance.

'Yes please.' she responded enthusiastically and then it took only a few minutes on the floor for me to realise that she was an extremely good dancer.

'You're a bit out of my league at this.' I said as she improvised a few intricate steps around my more conventional ones.

'You lead very well darling, don't worry about me, I've always loved dancing. If I hadn't got so curvy I might well have taken it up seriously.'

'I'm very glad you did, and didn't, if you know what I mean.' I replied, giving her a squeeze. 'I'll stick to the basics and you can make us both look good.' I added as she made another series of complex steps.

As I had a good sense of rhythm and had always been pretty light on my feet the system worked very well for us. That remained true even when the combo began playing a much faster piece and we hadn't been dancing for very long before I noticed we were again attracting attention. 'It seems we are being watched.' I said in her ear.

'Well we make a good pair Mac, for dancing I mean.' she said, then gave that deep-throated laugh that was uniquely hers when I replied.

'Vertically as well as horizontally it seems.'

'I like the vertical sort, it's fun. But I looove doing it horizontally with you.' she said in a low voice as she pressed herself closer and slid one leg forward between mine. 'Is that what I think it is?' she added after her thigh had pressed against my crotch.

'And just what do you think it is?'

'I think it's my other, very special friend.'

'You could well be right. He's been wide awake for some time now, enjoying the view.'

'What view?' she asked, glancing around.

'The view of you darling. Having you sitting just across the table, so close, but so out of reach.'

'So long as that's the only one that has this sort of effect on you tonight.' she said, sliding her leg even further forward and briefly pressing herself tightly against me.

'Not just tonight Hanna.' I replied before the increasing pace of the music and Hanna's immediate response made further conversation impossible.

Amongst the various people who had been watching us dance was a young man standing with a group of friends at a corner bar. He was darkly handsome, with those classically smouldering Mediterranean looks, and although he had caught my eye once or twice most of the time his were firmly fixed on Hanna. I felt them following us even when the set came to an end and we made our way back to the table, Hanna positively glowing, while I tried to catch my breath and wiped the perspiration from my face.

When the combo re-started a few minutes later it was with a Latin American beat and I told Hanna that rather than risk making a fool of myself in trying to keep up with that I would prefer to sit it out. I could tell she was disappointed, so when the young man I had spotted earlier made his way to our table and asked if she would like to dance, and she politely refused him, I interjected. 'No Hanna, dance with him. You know you want to, and I'll enjoy watching you darling.' I added meaningfully.

She gave me a questioning look, then an understanding smile when I nodded encouragingly and said. 'You know how much I like seeing you enjoying yourself darling.'

Even as they made their way to the floor they attracted both curious and admiring glances. The latter were well deserved because they did make an attractive couple, his dark good looks contrasting with and even further enhancing Hanna's pale beauty. But they had only been dancing for a couple of minutes before they had literally every pair of eyes on them.

Whereas I had been a competent foil for Hanna's dancing, even I could tell that the young man was slowly but insistently taking her to the limit of her skill, then beyond that. The result was a brilliant demonstration and in a very short time the other dancers had moved to the side of the floor to give them space to perform.

I sat watching with mixed emotions. I was delighted to see Hanna having so much obvious fun and enjoyment. I was jealous of the young man's ability to give her something I could not. I was transfixed by the sight of Hanna's body moving the way the dance demanded, always gracefully, sometimes sensually, sometimes with all the fire of pure, unadulterated passion.

That mix of feelings quickly brought back some of the thoughts I'd had earlier, but with ten times more force. In my head I could see through the swirling cloud of her dress, see the naked form beneath, see her entire body bending, twisting and arching with almost sexual abandon.

And as I watched, as though actually viewing a split screen, on one the two dancers, and on the other just Hanna's naked body, I felt a similar division in my reactions. At the intellectual level I was able to appreciate the skill and artistry of the pair. But at the same time another, much more primal part of me was being stimulated by the lustful thoughts the illusory sight of Hanna's body produced.

And naturally my physical response was predictable. I felt my cock rising even more strongly than it had earlier, the position I was sitting in at first making it uncomfortable, then as the dancers continued, making it positively painful. Luckily, with everyone's eyes on the pair on the floor there was nobody to notice me fiddling with myself beneath the table so I was able to free it from where it was trapped against my leg, and lift it into a more bearable position.

But in reducing the discomfort by providing more space for it I had of course removed the restrictions that cramped position put on its growth, and the longer I watched the bigger it seemed to get. So in one way, although of course I was enjoying what was happening, I was still somewhat relieved when I eventually heard the music working towards its close.

The man brought their dance to end by sending Hanna into a fast, twirling spin that sent her skirt flying up almost to waist height. The spin couldn't have lasted more than a few seconds but it was quite long enough for me to see virtually the entire nylon clad length of her legs. Long enough to see the circle of darker material around her upper thighs and the contrasting milky whiteness of the skin above. And just long enough for me to realise that because I could see the tiny strips of dark, wispy lace of a suspender belt, they couldn't be her usual grip-top stockings,

Again I struggled with my mixed emotions. One set cursing the man for displaying Hanna for everyone to see. The other wishing he had spun her longer, so I could have continued enjoying the exciting sight it had given me. And while they were battling it out, wondering what the hell I was going to do about the raging erection I had by then developed.




Hanna Ch. 14-17



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Chapter 15

A Private Show

He brought Hanna back to the table and thanked us both for the pleasure her dancing had given him, then returned to his group of friends. 'He's a professional, the group is going to be entertaining us in a little while. He apologised for using me to warm up.' she told me with a somewhat breathless giggle, then took a long draught from her glass of water.

'You didn't mind me dancing with him did you Mac?' she asked when she had regained her composure.

'Of course not, I could see how much you enjoyed it. But having seen just how good you are I don't think I'll be game to partner you again.'

'Oh don't say that darling, I loved dancing with you, I really did. What we, Jose and I did was quite different, a much more technical enjoyment. Whereas dancing with you gave me emotional pleasure, and physical too of course.' she added, glancing around us as her hand reached across under the table and slid down between my legs.

Because I had shifted the rigidly swollen length at first she found nothing, giving me a puzzled look as her fingers searched around. Then her wrist brushed against it and understanding what I had done, her hand quickly slid upwards. 'It feels as though you enjoyed what we were doing even more than we ourselves did.' she whispered as her fingers closed around the still throbbing hardness, then added as she explored the full length of it. 'All this from just watching us dance?'

'From watching you Hanna.' I corrected, trying to stifle the gasps her wandering fingers were producing.

'That's very, very nice to know. It should have occurred to me that you would react like that, I only wish it had, for my sake. But you must tell me all about what you were thinking, later, upstairs.' she said in a conspiratorial voice as her hand gave the shaft a couple of strong squeezes. 'But for now, I think we had better organise some dessert and coffee before the cabaret begins darling.' she said in a much brighter tone as she pulled her hand away.

We did just that, and although it took a little while, I gradually came down from the overly excited state I had been in. But even as we chatted, then ate our desserts and sipped the coffee I saw a curious look in Hanna's eyes. It was as though she was not just looking at me, but watching me, as though half expecting some sort of signal. But as she said nothing that gave me any idea of what was going through her mind I decided not to enquire about the impression I'd got.

Then the cabaret began and for half an hour or so we were treated to a quite superb display of dance performance. The young man who had danced with Hanna was actually the lead dancer and at the end of the show he brought a vivid blush to her cheeks when he gracefully acknowledged the lady who had danced with him earlier.

When they left the stage another group began arriving, and immediately recognising what would come next I turned to Hanna and said. 'I don't know about you but Greek dancing is not really my style Hanna. We can have a brandy in our room, so shall we leave now?'

'Good idea, I can think of much better ways of getting hot and sweaty.' she replied with her increasingly familiar cheeky grin as she pushed herself back from the table.

I left a reasonably generous tip for our waiters and discretely did the same for the maitre d' as we left the restaurant and made for the lifts. 'Don't forget I want to know what you were thinking while I was dancing.' she said as she snuggled up to me once we were inside. 'I got wet from just thinking about the state you had got yourself into.' she added in a low whisper.

The explanation for the strange way she had been watching me while we had been having our dessert suddenly dawned on me. She had been recreating the idea of me getting stimulated from watching her, perhaps trying to visualise the actual sight of my fully engorged cock. We really were made for each other, both the watcher and the watched getting excited by exactly the same thing.

For some reason the thought that had crossed my mind much, much earlier, before we had gone down for dinner, returned. 'It wasn't the first time this evening, it had happened twice before.' I said as we got out of the lift.

'Twice, when?' she asked as I opened our door and we went inside.

'While we were eating, you must have seen I couldn't keep my eyes off you.'

'Mmm, my décolletage did seem to occupy a lot of your time. I hoped it might.' she said with a smile as she slid her arms around me and pulled us close. 'But when was the other time?'

'Up here, before we went down for dinner.'

'Here, really! What brought that on darling?'

'I was wishing I could see you getting ready, then imagined I could.' I admitted, somewhat embarrassed by my explanation.

'Oh I wish I had known, I should have thought!' she said in an irritated tone of voice. 'I'm such an idiot sometimes! I was having exactly the same thoughts darling, and all I had to do was leave the door open. What a fool I am!' she added almost angrily.

'Ssh! Ssh!' I whispered, holding her more tightly. 'Of course you're neither a fool nor an idiot, this is new to both of us darling. And anyway if you had left the door open we would never have got to dinner, and then you would have missed out on your dance with Jose. We have plenty of time together, there will be lots of opportunities to do all sorts of things for each other.'

'Of course you're right.' she said, quickly calming down again. 'But -'

'No buts, let's just have a brandy and catch our breath a bit. OK?'

'OK! But you have to promise that in future, if there is anything you want to do, anything at all, either tell me, or just do it. All right?'

'I promise. But that goes for you too, you have to tell me what's going on inside your head too.'

'Promise!' she replied with a much happier smile as she lifted her head to kiss me.

I took off my jacket and tie, then poured the brandies and as the night was still quite warm we decided to take them out on to the balcony. 'This really is a beautiful place Mac, thank you so much or bringing me here.' she said as she sipped her drink and then looked up at the star-studded sky.

'Yes it is, and I'm glad you are enjoying yourself darling. But I'm even happier that you came with me. It's a very long time since I have felt so happy, and so, so, well so alive.'

'I know what you mean, it's a wonderful feeling isn't it. And we do get on well together, and I don't just mean in bed.' she said with a smile, then added. 'But now you have to tell me what was going through your mind while I was dancing with Jose, tell me just what it was that got you so aroused.'

I did my best to explain the things that had gone on inside my head, how what had started as a genuine appreciation of their grace and skill had suddenly changed. How I had developed what I could only describe as the split vision of her, and that of course my reaction to the image of her nakedness had then been inevitable.

'But although whilst I might have been the only man to have such a vision I bet I wasn't the only one to react the way I did. Especially right at the end.' I said when I had finished.

'I don't care about how anyone else reacted, only how you did darling. But what do you mean about, at the end?'

'When he span you around, your skirt rose so high you put just about everything on show.'

'You could see my panties?'

'No, not quite. But I did notice you are wearing a suspender-belt, not those grip-tops you have worn before.' I said, the words instantly bringing back a vivid image of her.

'That was for you darling, for later. I thought you might like that.' she said in a low, somewhat hesitant tone before explaining more confidently. ' I dislike panty-hose and only wear them on really cold days in winter, so I nearly always wear self-supporting stockings. But this underwear came with a matching belt, not that there's very much of it. Anyway, I thought, well you know what I thought.' she added with a shy giggle.

'But if you hadn't got up to dance with him I wouldn't have known, well not until very much later, and it's quite possible that by then I might not have had time to really appreciate the full effect.'

'So you prefer to anticipate, rather than getting a nice surprise?'

'I suppose I do. Not every time of course, nice surprises are great, but being able to anticipate something does heighten the sensations. Don't you think so too?'

'Of course, though I'm not sure which is really best. I mean as we sit here enjoying the view and each other's company we both know we will be making love quite soon, and that gives me a wonderful feeling. But sudden, unexpected love-making can be incredibly powerful. Like the other evening, in your apartment.'

'Oh yes, that was truly amazing, I got just as much of a surprise as you did.' I admitted with a grin. 'Maybe what we like best is a balance, you know, sometimes something totally spontaneous, sometimes the long, drawn-out expectation.'

'I think that's right, so do you think our secret little shared wickedness is just a way of pampering our need for anticipation?'

'Sometimes, undoubtedly, but not all the time. I mean think back, to when you were a girl on the train, you weren't anticipating anything sexual really happening. It just gave you those nice feelings. And that's true for me too, as I told you before, catching a glimpse of something erotic doesn't make me want to rape whomever it is I have seen.'

'Mmm, as we agreed, it is complicated. But nice, and it's really good to have someone to share these thoughts with Mac.' she added.

'Yes it is, sort of like having our own psychologist on tap.'

She laughed, but replied. 'Oh I wouldn't put it as coldly as that, but ongoing mutual therapy could give us a lot of fun and excitement, don't you think?'

'I certainly do, and done well it could provide both anticipation and spontaneity.'

'Let's make sure it does darling. And that leads me to ask something that occurred to me when you told me how you had wanted to watch me earlier this evening, when I was getting ready.'

'What's that?'

'Well it may sound silly, and if you think it is just say so, but, well, would you like me to start again?'

'Start again, what do you mean?'

'Just that, let you watch while I do it all again. Look, I perspired quite a bit while dancing with Jose, so I'll want to have a shower before we do anything else. If you would like to we could pretend we are getting ready to go out, you could watch me having my shower, then putting my make-up on and getting dressed.'

Of course the idea appealed to me, or at least to that particular part of me, but I said nothing for a moment or two, thinking a little deeper about her suggestion. She also remained silent, watching for my response and I couldn't decide whether the expression on her face was one of hope, or anxiety.

I leant forward and took her hand. 'It's a wonderful offer darling, very creative. But I think we'd find it a bit contrived, if you know what I mean. And there's something else.' I added, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. 'I love the perfume you wear, it's very heady, but as I've told you before, I love your own natural scent far more, and it's a much more powerful aphrodisiac. So you don't need to rush off and shower every time you perspire a bit, in fact I would prefer it if you don't.'

A faint blush coloured her cheeks but she gave me a smile. 'An unusual compliment darling, but a nice one too, if you really mean that I'll try not to be quite so fastidious when I'm with you.'

'Of course I mean it. But now, let me freshen your drink.' I said, reaching for her nearly empty glass.

'No, let me.' she replied, pushing my hand away. 'You don't have to run around after me like some waiter, darling. Give me yours please.' she added firmly as she stood up.

I watched as she went through into the lounge room and crossed to where the small bar was set up. But before refilling the glasses she turned, not to look at me but at the coffee table in the space between the two sofas. It was a massive piece, made from a thick sheet of plate glass on sculpted stainless steel supports, standing about half a metre off the floor and at least two metres in length. Of course I had no idea what was going through her mind but I could see she was thinking deeply, then she looked around the room, then smiled, before turning back to the glasses.

'You were quite right.' she said when she brought the drinks back out on to the balcony. 'Much too contrived. But I have a better idea, one that I'm sure you'll like.' she added, raising her glass to me before taking a mouthful.

I did the same, then she said. 'You remember how excited you got from watching me dance?'

'Of course I do.' I replied, puzzled but intrigued.

'Well, I'm going back inside for a minute or two, I'll call you when I'm ready. But what I want you to do is shut your eyes, then recreate that scene in your head. I know you are good at doing that. Imagine you are back downstairs, sitting at the table while I am out on the floor, dancing, but this time dancing just for you. Will you do that darling?'

'Yes.' I said, putting down my glass and then gently shutting my eyes.

'That's good. I shan't be long darling.' she said softly as she lightly pressed her lips to my closed eyes.

As she had said, I had very little trouble re-creating the earlier scene, my brain even managing to somehow edit Jose out of the picture. I watched Hanna dancing, dancing for me, her supple body moving, swaying, bending and turning as her feet carried her backwards and forwards in front of me. But that time there was no split-screen effect, instead the picture altered from time to time, sometimes her body was hidden beneath the swirling fabric of her dress, and sometimes she was totally naked.

It didn't seem to matter which I was looking at, the effect was the same, I could feel myself reacting, responding to the construct of the combination of memory and imagination. And perhaps because my earlier one had been so strong, it happened surprisingly quickly, so by the time she called to me I already had the start of another erection.

When I opened my eyes, got up and turned to look behind me I was surprised to see that the room was in virtual darkness, just one small lamp was on, and for some reason it was down on the floor behind the coffee table. Hanna took my hand and led me inside. 'Now we just need to make you comfortable, so take your shoes and socks off please.' She said, then steadied me while I also removed my trousers and pants. 'Aha, that's good.' She added, smiling up at me when she saw my swollen and already partially stiffened cock.

'Now it may not be too comfortable but I don't think you'll mind that too much.' she said as she took me across to stand beside the table. 'At least I've given you a cushion for your head. Just lie down there please darling.' she added, giving me a gentle downward push.

I did as she asked but it was only when she turned on the CD player beside the bar that I got some idea of what she really had in mind. The music she had chosen was quite innocuous, something designed as pure back-ground stuff, but it did have a steady beat. The beat was quite strong enough for someone to dance to, and when she kicked off her shoes and stepped lightly up on to the top of the table I knew my thought had been correct. Hanna was going to dance again, and this time it really was to be just for me.

As she stood there for a moment, waiting to catch the start of the rhythm, I also realised why she had moved the lamp. Having the only light source below and behind her put her legs centre stage, so to speak. Although I could see some light reflecting off her face and see the outline of the shape of the rest of her body, her legs were the only parts of her that were strongly illuminated.

At first she moved quite slowly, perhaps getting the measure of the restricted area she had to dance in, but as her confidence grew her steps became more assured, bolder. And once she was certain that the table was quite stable she began to make use of its full surface, adding twists and occasional small kicks to her steps, presumably including those so I could see even more of her legs.

Of course I took full advantage of everything she did, my eyes riveted to the show she was giving me. I took in every tiny detail, from the slender, almost fragile looking ankles, the shapely curve of her calves and knees, to the length of firmly rounded thigh I could glimpse above. And because of the angle I was seeing her from, and the fact that the table-top was clear glass, even before she began to twist and kick I could see more than enough to add to what I had been feeling before.

But once she did start doing those things my excitement level rose even faster. My view was no longer restricted to just the nylon clad length of leg, each time her skirt swirled upwards, or one of her legs kicked high, I got to see even more, both the dark band encircling her thigh and a good deal of the pale skin above.

Then, perhaps because she had been carefully monitoring the steady growth of my cock, she added one more element to her performance. Waiting for an appropriate section of the music, and positioning herself in the very centre of the table, she did a long, much faster spin, making her skirt swirl up to waist height. And what suddenly sent my level of excitement rocketing was the discovery that underneath the dress there was only the wispy suspender belt, she had taken her panties off.

For a few seconds I could see everything, her tautly rounded buttocks and the invitingly deep valley between them, her neatly trimmed and darkly curling pubic hair, and even, for just an all too brief moment, a hint of the moistly pink slit below it.

I felt my cock surge, rearing high, then felt it start jerking about as a deep, throbbing beat began pulsing through it.

Hanna obviously saw the effect she'd had on me and although she continued to move about over the full surface of the table she kept her special steps for when she was closest to where I was lying. Sometimes keeping her twisting turns quite short, so I really saw no more than an additional length of her legs, sometimes doing a riskier spin on one foot, at the same time lifting the other high enough for me to see everything.

I have no idea how long she continued dancing, it may have been only ten or fifteen minutes, it could well have been for half the night, but I was lost in a world of my own where time was of no importance. But although I may have lost all sense of time all my others were still working, and working extremely well. The steady pulsing throb in my cock continued, and in fact seemed to get stronger the longer she danced. And although the feel of that seemed to dominate, some time later I also became aware of a growing ache in my balls as my still rising excitement made the semen seethe and churn.

Looking back sometime later I had to admit that I was so enraptured by what Hanna was doing for me that I gave no thought at all to what she was thinking or experiencing herself. So what she did next came as a total surprise.

As she had down in the restaurant, at the end of the music she went into a much longer spin, allowing the skirt to swirl around her waist for several seconds, the much clearer view sending my blood pressure soaring even higher. Then, even before her skirt had fully settled, she quickly stepped down off the table, and, placing one foot on either side of me, then, reaching under her skirt to find and guide my cock, slowly squatted herself down on to it.

'Ah yeeeesss!' she sighed as she pushed down over the head, then gave a small, surprised yelp of excitement as the rigid mass below it stretched her pussy wider. But she was already so wet that in spite of its size it took little effort to push right down, taking the entire length deep inside herself in one continuous movement. The unexpectedness and the intensity of the sensations that suddenly coursed through me were truly mind-blowing, and their impact drove the air out of my lungs in an explosive gasp.




Hanna Ch. 14-17



'This was certainly worth waiting for.' she said throatily when she knew she had taken it all and then ground herself firmly down.

'Your dress.' I said croakily, reaching up for the zip as I suddenly became worried that what she was about to do would risk us soiling it.

She pushed my arms back down to my sides and held them there as she said. 'Don't worry about that darling, in fact don't worry about, or do, anything, just enjoy.' And with that, she began pushing herself up and down, slowly, giving us both time to enjoy the exquisite and totally indescribable sensations each movement generated.

The position she had taken, and then held, intensified the feelings I was getting. Because she was holding her upper body completely upright, simply squatting down on me and using just the muscles in her legs and thighs, those in her pelvic area were tightened, flexing with each rise and fall. And the effect of that was as though I'd had a suction pump attached to my cock. So in addition to the thrilling sensations being caused by her pussy slipping up and down it, were those similar to, but much, much stronger than when she'd wrapped her lips around it and sucked hard.

And in some quite perverse way the fact that I couldn't see anything of her, and couldn't see what was happening to me, seemed to actually add to my excitement. I found it really strange that although I had got turned-on several times during the evening by merely imagining what was hidden by her dress, right then the fact that I could see nothing at all was in some ways even more exciting. Although I could see her body moving up and down, see the look of increasingly tense excitement on her own face, I could see nothing of the actual cause of my own. What was happening to me remained completely hidden by the folds of her dress.

In some ways it seemed positively surreal. I was still wearing my evening shirt, Hanna her cocktail dress, on the surface all was quite normal. But beneath that outwardly quite proper scene reality was occurring, the reality of barely controlled passion, a positively lustful cunt impaled on an equally rapacious cock.

And lustful it certainly felt, Hanna was driving herself up and down with increasing vigour, her pussy's tightness and the rhythmic suction triggering a never ending series of waves of ecstasy from my cock up into my already overwhelmed brain.

So not surprisingly, after all that already happened all that proved to be just too effective, and far, far more quickly than was either usual or wanted, I felt the unmistakable signs of my rapidly approaching crisis. Hanna obviously also felt the sudden change in my body, and as I didn't think she'd had enough time to get anywhere near her own climax I was surprised to hear her cry. 'Yes darling it's all right! Come my love, come!'

In addition to her reassuring words she also gradually sped up her action until she was literally riding me as though mounted on some swiftly galloping horse. But in spite of her movements being that much faster she still somehow managed to hold her position, so the tightness and suction not only continued, but in fact seemed to strengthen.

The effect was so strong I simply couldn't control my reactions, my entire body arched, lifting her higher as I heaved upwards, and my hips began driving my upthrusting cock even deeper. But still she took it all, and as though spurred on by the effect she was having on me, and though what she was mounted on must have seemed to have changed from a horse to a bucking bronco, she still rode me.

'Come darling, come, come now!' she cried in a choking, gasping voice.

But then, a few all too short seconds later, the sound of my deep, guttural cries of delighted release drowned out any my exploding cock may have forced from her as it began spewing semen into the very deepest recesses of her cunt.

Time after time it spouted, each load forcing another, louder cry from the back of my throat. And again and again she jammed her pussy down, not only taking its entire white-hot length, but with an enthusiastic fervour that seemed to indicate she wanted even more of it.

I gave her all I had, but when finally done, and my totally spent body began to relax, I was flooded with a sense of guilt. She had done everything for me, the set-up, the powerfully erotic dance, then the absolutely mind-blowing and physically draining fuck. But I had done nothing, in effect I had just used her.

So, convinced I must have left her strung-out, instead of lying quietly while my strength returned, as she lifted herself off me I slid my hands down under her buttocks and, as I lifted her even higher, pushed myself forward along the floor. The thickness of the carpet made it easier and less painful than it might have been on something of a cheaper quality, and I ignored her initial words of surprised protest when my head slipped beneath her skirt.

Although some light filtered through the fabric there wasn't enough for me to see what I was doing, but then I really didn't need to. Apart from anything else, the mere strength of the sexual odour coming from her pussy would have guided me. So, when immediately beneath it I lifted my head, pushing my tongue up between the slickly pouting lips as my mouth clamped tightly against her.

'No darling! Please no, not right now! Please!' she protested again, her entire body tensing as she tried to resist me. But I was quite determined and so just tightened my grip of her buttocks and began probing and sucking.

The first couple of mouthfuls of fluid were quite thick and slimy, being a cocktail comprised of her lubricant and much of my own semen. But once what had been trapped just inside her pussy-lips was disposed of I could concentrate on giving her pleasure. And once Hanna recognised I wasn't going to be easily stopped, she relaxed and gave herself up to enjoying whatever thrills I was going to give her.

And from the gradually increasing intensity of her responses I gave her a lot. At first she held herself quite still, just giving small gasps of pleasure when I stimulated some particularly sensitive spot. But in time those became both louder and more frequent, and once I moved my head so I could reach her clitoris, they deepened and intensified.

I wasn't surprised to find it was hard and swollen, but I was by the strength of her immediate response to the first couple of gentle licks. It was as though a powerful electric shock had surged through her body. I felt her jolt upright, dropping her hands behind herself and gripping my legs, gripping them so hard her finger-nails dug into the flesh.

So, surprised by it but still recognising the urgency of her need, I held her tighter and began flicking my tongue faster, hearing her mewling cries rising higher as she squirmed herself down against it.

When her orgasm came it was actually a series of rolling climaxes, the end of one blending with the start of the next, and for a time I wondered if my tongue would have the strength to see her through to the finish of it. But although they took some time to taper off, eventually they did and I was able to keep up with her until she'd had all she could stand.

'Oh my darling Mac!' she sighed as she lifted herself and rolled on to the floor beside me. 'That was the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done. No other man has done that to me when, well you know, immediately after.'

'Really!' I replied, wiping the excess of fluid from around my mouth with the back of my hand.

'Yes, really. And I don't think it's actually occurred to me that any man would want to.'

'Why on earth not?'

'Well, I mean, a woman is pretty messy right then.'

'So, a man expects a woman to let him come in her mouth when she goes down on him. What's the difference?'

She gave that deep-throated laugh that always thrilled me. 'When you put it like that, I suppose there is none. But I bet most men wouldn't agree with you. Anyway, thank you, thank you for being the most absolutely wonderful lover.' she added, gluing her mouth to mine.

'And thank you, my darling, for being exactly the same thing.' I whispered when we eventually broke for air. 'What you did for me, I mean everything, the set-up in here, the dance, then doing it in that position. Well, there aren't any words to adequately describe what you did for me. 'That's one reason why I did what I did.' I added.

'What do you mean darling?'

'I felt so guilty.'

'Guilty? Why?'

'Well you had done everything for me, and because I reacted so powerfully, and came so quickly, you hadn't had an opportunity to reach orgasm yourself.'

'Of course I did!'

'You did, when?'

'They started almost the moment I pushed down on to you, then just rolled along from there. Nothing like what you just gave me of course, but still very strong.'

'I couldn't tell.'

.

'If you had known, would you still have done what you did?'

I thought for a moment before answering honestly. 'Probably not.'

'Then I'm certainly glad you didn't, and maybe it'll be to my advantage if I keep quiet about having one, just occasionally.' she added with a grin.

'Maybe it will, that's an unfair advantage that women have, I mean I man couldn't hide his, even if he wanted to.'

'True, but then we poor women need a couple of advantages, after all it still is a man's world in most ways. But now I really do need a shower, and I must hang this dress up before it gets too creased.' she said, pushing herself up.

'Would you like someone to scrub your back?'

'Now that is a good idea darling. Come on, up.' she said, giving me her hand and pulling me upwards.

So, with a fair bit of groping and giggling we showered together, each paying particular attention to the other's more sensitive parts, then in spite of what we had said earlier, found a movie on TV that we both liked sufficiently well to pass a couple of hours watching before heading off to bed. Then were both equally surprised to find that we still had both the desire and the strength to put each other into a deep, dreamless sleep by making love again, in a much more traditional, but no less satisfying way than we had before.

*

Chapter 16

Market Day

By the time we woke the sun had risen sufficiently high to start warming the air and so we decided to have breakfast on the balcony. Although Hanna was satisfied with just the fruit and yoghurt on the tray I added a couple of slices of toast and marmalade to that, then we both eagerly devoured the plate of fresh, obviously locally grown figs.

'They really are the sexiest of fruits, aren't they.' she said, dabbing juice from her lips and the corners of her mouth.

'Mmm, brings back memories of last night.' I replied, bringing a grin to her face when I gave my own lips a truly lascivious lick. 'Figs and mangoes.'

'Mangoes?'

'Yes, but you have probably only ever had them in a restaurant, already cut up for you. But in Queensland you get them fresh from the tree, just slice through the skin and bury your teeth into it. Now that's a very sexy fruit. I remember one old guy I met in the outback describing it as, as good as muff diving, but without the muff.'

She laughed at the description and said. 'I'll leave that experience to the men, I'll continue to take mine in delicious pieces.'

'So you've never done that, with a woman I mean, not a mango?' I said, trying to keep the same light-hearted tone in my voice.

'No, why do ask?'

'Oh no reason darling, it just occurred to me, you know, one thing following another. And we did say we would share our thoughts.' I added a little lamely.

'And you are quite right darling. Given what we were talking about it is a perfectly reasonable question to ask. It just took me by surprise that's all. But no I have never done it, though I have come close a couple of times.' she added a little less confidently.

'Do you want to tell me?'

'Oh there's not that much to tell. The first time was when I was still at school, in my penultimate year. I had a crush on a senior girl. I think most girls go through something like that, especially in an all girls' school, where there's very little direct contact with boys.

We went around together a lot and so my parents invited her to join us on a brief trip to the mountains, there was a small lodge we rented sometimes. On our last night there was a pretty violent storm and we were both so frightened we ended up in the same bed. At first we just held each other's hand, but then the storm passed and we didn't let go.

Well as you would expect, one thing led to another, I thought I was madly in love, and I think she just wanted to experiment a bit. It was her first time to, or at least so she said, although she did seem to know an awful lot about what to do. Anyway, at first we just kissed and caressed each other, still with our night-dresses on. Then we decided to get rid of those and our hands started getting into really intimate parts.

I remember feeling almost the same way I did with the man on the train that I told you about, very, very excited, but at the same time, feeling guilty about what I was doing.

Anyway, she gave me a little orgasm, with her fingers, then I did the same for her, though it took me quite a bit longer to get her there. When it was over and we lay holding each other, she told me that as lovely as it had been, she had heard that doing it to each other with our tongues was even better.

I really don't know whether it was just that I didn't like the idea of doing something like that, or that I was feeling so guilty about what we had already done. Anyway, I said no, and she went back to her own bed and we went to sleep.'

'And the other time, you said there were a couple of them?'

'Oh just as predictable a setting darling. It was a few weeks after I split from the man I had been with when I decided the Foundation was more important. I suppose by then I was feeling a bit neglected, sexually I mean. At that time I was still looking to recruit a few extra women for our members, something we haven't had to do for years now, discrete word of mouth is a much better source.

Anyway, I'd had this particular woman recommended to me by a girl who was already on our list, so I met her for dinner. Normally I preferred to meet women in public places, restaurants and such, but for some reason that I don't remember that time we met at her apartment.

Obviously I couldn't just come straight out and immediately tell her what I was really there for, so there was a fair bit of skirting around the subject. Steering the conversation to men, then her likes and dislikes, that sort of thing. I hadn't eaten and we had been drinking wine as we chatted, so I probably got a little light-headed. And she got completely the wrong impression, thought I was there in the hope of seducing her.

Not that she needed any as it turned out, once she'd got that idea she was all over me. And right then I was too drunk and too physically frustrated to even want to stop her.

I have to say that from what I remembered of it she gave me a really wonderful hour or so, but again, although I was quite happy to get her off with my hands, and to let her go down on me, I somehow just couldn't bring myself to return the favour.

So there you have it, it's still something I have never done. But how about you, with men?'

It was a more than fair question, but my answer was much shorter than Hanna's had been.

'No, it's not something I have ever experienced, not even a bit of mutual wanking with a mate, as many boys apparently do. I've just never found men attractive in that way. I can often see what it is that attracts women to certain men, but there's never ever any sort sexual response for me. I don't think I could even kiss a man, it just doesn't make any sense for me, if you can understand that.'

'But you don't have any strong feelings against men who do, do you?'

'Oh heavens no! I don't understand Russian, but I don't object to people speaking it. No as far as I am concerned what two people get up to with each other is their business, and theirs alone.'

'I like the language analogy, I haven't heard it put that way before.' she said with a low chuckle. 'Anyway, if nothing else, that's another matter cleared up between us. Now, are we still going down to the market?'

'If you would like to.'

'Yes I would. And then a swim in the bay?'

'Well in the part that's reserved for the resort, and only if you think you might like to.'

'Having bought a costume I certainly want a chance to wear it, and to see your reaction.' she replied with a mischievous smile as she got up from the table.

Although I hadn't said anything to her about it, when Hanna came out from getting herself ready I was pleased to see that she understood the strong cultural differences between the South of France and a Greek island. Unlike quite a few female resort guests, who managed to offend many of the locals by trotting out in skimpy tops and shorts, Hanna had chosen things that were very appropriate.

But although the long sleeved, crisp cotton blouse and the full-length slacks were appropriate, they neither completely disguised, nor made any the less attractive what filled them. 'I don't think I'll ever get over the surprise and wonder of just how beautiful you are.' I said softly as she came towards me.

'Good.' she said in the same tone of voice as she lightly kissed my cheek and took my hand, then added as she tugged me towards the door. 'Now let's be off!'

We walked hand in hand down the winding road that led from the resort to the village, looking around us at the steadily increasing crowd of homes and buildings, and frequently giving each other an almost stupidly happy smile.

The market was already in full swing by the time we got there, the spaces between the multitude of brightly coloured stalls filled with milling people. Most of them were locals, or from surrounding villages, some doing their regular shopping, some on the look out for bargains of various sorts. And there were also quite a few youngsters about too, making the most of the one opportunity they had to mix freely without too much parental restraint.

So the rich and varied mix of people made the atmosphere excitedly noisy and we mingled with the crowd, sometimes stopping while Hanna examined or bought some small trinket, sometimes just to try a bite or two of some local delicacy.

Although neither a blonde nor immodestly dressed Hanna still attracted a good deal of attention, from both men and women. The women enviously interested in what she was wearing, recognising that although simple, her clothes probably cost more than they were ever likely to be able to afford. The men drawn by a more basic interest in what the clothes were covering, and some checking me over to see what sort of a man it took to get a woman like her.

The time passed amazingly quickly and, perhaps because I had eaten a relatively light breakfast, when I felt faint pangs of hunger and checked my watch, I was surprised to find it was nearly mid-day. Hanna had been busy rummaging through a stall decorated with a brilliant mass of scarves and handkerchiefs of varying sizes and fabrics and I waited until she had found something that took her fancy then, while the stall-holder was sorting out her change I said. 'I don't know about you darling, but I think it's about time we had something to eat.'

'Good idea Mac.' she replied, knotting one of the brightly coloured scarves she had bought around her neck.

We strolled around for a while before choosing a small cafe on one side of the square at the heart of the market, picking an outside table that would give us the feeling we were still part of the general hubbub, while being shielded from the sun by an overhead canvas awning. Neither of us had more than half a dozen words of Greek and the owner's English was pretty basic, but after a bit of sign language we managed to order what proved to be a very tasty meal. The olives and goat's cheese were local, the assortment of fish had been brought ashore early that morning, the wine, though a bit too sweet for our palate, came from a village the other side of the mountain, and the bread was still warm from the oven.




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Knowing the risks involved in swimming after a combination of too much wine and hot sun I made sure we both drank more water than wine, but that small precaution made no difference to the way we enjoyed the hour or so we spent eating, talking and laughing.

Although when we sat down there had only been half a dozen older men sitting inside the cafe, within a short time, perhaps attracted by Hanna's presence, most of the tables were filled. At first the crowd was somewhat subdued, there were plenty of darkly lingering looks, but other than muffled whisperings, little else. Then one, who quickly proved to be the local joker, pointed to a good looking young man coming up the street, gabbling something totally incomprehensible to us, but obviously somehow involving both the man and Hanna. Whatever it was he said sent everyone but us into peals of raucous laughter and seeing our discomfort the owner came over and explained as best he could.

At first he apologised, saying the man who had made the comment was a fool, but a harmless fool, and he meant no disrespect to us. The young man, who came from a neighbouring village, thought he was what we would call the local stud, always boasting about the women he had been with, the number of times he had been with them, unpleasant things like that. The other man, the fool, had shouted out that unlike the young man's village, that obviously attracted nothing but strumpets and whores, this village attracted ladies of class.

The owner paused for a moment, obvious hesitant about continuing, then said the fool had added something else too, something the lady might find offensive. But Hanna gave him one of her most brilliant smiles and encouraged him to continue.

He obviously didn't have the words to accurately translate what had been said, and it must have included some variation to a local saying that produced the instant reaction from everyone around him. But as best we could understand, the implication had been that here was a woman whose disdain would turn his much-vaunted sword into nothing more effective than a piece of overcooked pasta.

The men around us had gone very silent when they saw what the owner was doing, and I could tell from the expressions on their faces that they were waiting for Hanna's reaction to his explanation. She won their hearts instantly when, as he finished, she looked around her, smiled, and as she turned towards the retreating stud, gave a gesture that even I knew meant, 'you limp dick'.

The noise of cheering laughter could probably be heard clear across the market place, and many of the older men got up and gave Hanna a small bow of respectful admiration. Then someone started singing and the rest of our meal-time quickly turned into something more like a spontaneously joyful party.

At one stage I thought Hanna's new found admirers weren't going to let us leave, but again the owner came to our rescue, calming them down and clearing a path for us. I thanked him, and because we had enjoyed ourselves so much, handed over far more than I should have, getting his volubly profuse thanks in return.

'Well now I know what it feels like to accompany a star.' I said, taking her hand as we walked away from the still loudly singing crowd. 'You realise you will get special attention from now on, and they won't forget. If we don't come back for a year or two, you'll still be instantly recognised as the lady who put the stud in his place.'

'Ah well, maybe I've saved a few girls from heart-break. But it was fun, and we won't forget that meal in a hurry.' she replied, squeezing my hand more tightly.

*

Chapter 17

Sun, Sea and Sex

By then the sun had become really hot and even though there was shade for most of the route the walk back up the hill soon had both of us perspiring freely. 'I'm more than ready for that promised swim now.' she said when we finally reached the entrance to the resort and stepped into the air-conditioned foyer.

'You don't want a rest first, time to digest your lunch?'

'Oh I don't think so Mac, let's rest, or whatever else you prefer to call it, after we have had a swim.' she replied with a knowing grin.

Once inside the lift she said. 'The beach Mac, is it private, I mean just for the resort residents?'

'Yes, why?'

'Well I actually bought two swimming suits, one is, well it's more respectable than the other.'

'You can safely wear whichever you please darling, we'll probably see some women topless.'

'OK.'

Having grabbed my shorts and a bath-robe I left Hanna to freshen-up and change, stripping off in the lounge room then going out on to the balcony while I waited for her. When she reappeared she was wearing a colourful beach-robe that completely hid whatever was beneath it, and I resigned myself to having to wait until we were down on the beach to see what sort of swimsuit she thought was disrespectable.

There was a fully covered, gently stepped walk-way from the resort down to the secluded beach below so we were protected from the full impact of the sun until we went out on to the sand. The temperature there was lifted by the fact that as the bay curved almost all the way around it trapped the heat and blocked most of any wind, meaning there was only the faintest of breezes to cool us. Many people were probably still at lunch and the heat had perhaps already driven others inside so there were in fact few people down there, and at that moment, nobody actually in the water.

'Phew! I wouldn't want to lie out here for too long.' Hanna said as she dropped her bag beneath one of the umbrellas placed along the back of the beach.

'It's amazing how many normally will though, they seem to like getting burned to a crisp. Come on, the water will cool you off.' I added as I took off my robe.

'Mmm, you look good darling.' she said as she undid her own and slipped it off.

I stared, I just couldn't help it. The way she looked made all the photographs I had ever seen of voluptuously beautiful girls in bikinis pale into insignificance. Its colour was a shade of dusky apricot that perfectly complemented her pale skin. But there was so little of it that the actual colour seemed totally irrelevant. The bra cups, though apparently moulded to them, still seemed to be struggling to contain her breasts, and the bottom piece, as I found when she turned to drop her robe, was no more than a tiny g-string, leaving her arse fully exposed.

'Oh that's stunning, simply stunning!' I said in a low voice as she turned around again.

'You like it then?'

'There's not much of it to like, but what's inside it is absolutely gorgeous.' I replied, still unable to tear my eyes away.

'I liked the colour, I thought it suited me.'

I grinned and said. 'Darling with skin and a body as gorgeous as yours you could wear something in bright purple with lime green polka dots, and to me you'd still look good enough to eat.'

'Philistine!' she responded with a laugh as she grabbed my hand and we ran down to the water.

Although still warm the water was refreshingly cool by comparison with the heat on the beach and we quickly swam several metres out, my lazy crawl soon outdistancing Hanna's breast stroke. I turned on to my back and floated until she caught up with me. 'I need a bit of exercise, are you all right swimming on your own for a while?' I asked her.

'Of course, but don't go too far out though darling.'

'I won't, but the water's quite safe, there are no sharks around here.' I added with a grin. 'There's a pontoon a little further out.' I said pointing to it. 'I'll meet you there in twenty minutes or so, OK?'

Having been being brought up close enough to Sydney's surf beaches to spend much of my youth in and out of the sea, I had always been a strong swimmer, and right then the water felt so good I got the feeling I could have swum all day. And as the Mediterranean, at least on a day as calm as that one was, was much less taxing than Australia's surf, I had soon got a fair way out. But, tugging me back was the vision of Hanna, of how dazzlingly beautiful her truly superb body had looked.

It seemed strange to me that two tiny scraps of fabric could actually make something as beautiful as her body already was, even more so. Or perhaps, if I was honest with myself, it was just that by implying it was still out of reach, so to speak, they just increased its desirability.

Whichever and whatever it was, the vision of her tugged more strongly than the enjoyment I was getting from feeling the water flowing over my body and so sooner than I might ordinarily have done, I turned and put on a faster burst of speed as I headed back for the pontoon.

I had expected to see her up on top of it, resting, but she wasn't, and I got a little concerned when I couldn't see any sign of her. But when I rounded it I saw her, still in the water, and at that moment swimming towards me. I waved, closed the distance between us, then dived, swimming down so I could look up at her.

For a moment or two I was puzzled, thought the refracting light was playing tricks on my eyes, but then I realised it wasn't, it was just that she was naked.

And as that realisation hit me one of the earliest erotic images I remembered having suddenly flashed back from my boyhood.

One Christmas an aunt had given me a very large book, a collection of fairy-tales, and amongst them was the story of the little mermaid. Although other stories contained equally magical beings there was something about that story that fixed the concept of a mermaid in my head. The early image of such a creature was probably quite innocent, but then as I approached puberty subtle changes began occurring, for one thing it acquired breasts, and others had to do with her interaction with me. In one way the fact that mermaids had neither legs nor whatever it was that girls had between them actually helped. I only needed to think of her kissing and touching me to get myself off, and anything more than that was at that stage quite beyond my imagining. So, although not my only fantasy sex-aid, the mermaid was my earliest and for quite a long time, my favourite.

The sight of Hanna swimming above me brought all that, and much, much more flashing back in a split-second and as I fixed the image of her in my head my deepest regret was that my lungs wouldn't let me stay down there longer.

I pushed upwards, surfacing immediately behind her, between her scissoring legs, taking a lungful of air as my hands reached forwards beneath her. 'What a delightful surprise.' I said as I cupped her breasts and gently squeezed them. 'But I hope it's not just that your new costume simply dissolved on contact with the water.'

She laughed. 'No darling, it's just so nice, I wanted to feel the water all over me. You should too.' she added, turning herself and reaching down for the waist-band of my shorts.

They joined Hanna's costume up on top of the pontoon, then we happily horsed around for the next few minutes. Diving, splashing, laughing and spluttering, and from time to time groping various parts of each other like a couple of silly, love-struck teen-agers. It was fun, and we were happy.

But, without either of us really noticing it, the mood between us gradually, almost imperceptibly changed, our bodies brushing together more often, pressing closer, and our searching hands lingering longer. My response was of course more obvious, my penis indicating my reaction even before I was fully conscious of its steady growth.

Once Hanna felt it starting to lengthen and thicken her actions became even more overtly stimulating, twining her legs around mine while both her hands were busy, one down between my legs and the other around behind me.

'I was thinking about us doing it out here, while you were off doing your Tarzan thing.' she said, pulling herself tightly against me. 'I've never done it in the water, have you?'

'No, though when I was much younger a friend of mine and his girl-friend tried it once, he reckoned it was impossible, they just kept pushing apart from each other.'

'Merdre! I shouldn't have got myself so worked-up.' she said quite crossly as she slipped away.

'But he hadn't had any hydraulic or engineering training.' I said, pulling her back again. 'Back to the pontoon.' I added, using one hand to tug her after me as I struck out towards it.

The thought that she had wanted me that much added to what I had seen and what her searching hands had done and in the short time it took to get us there I could tell that my already partial erection had grown to its full size and strength.

Although of solid timber construction the top and sides of the pontoon were padded, so I knew I didn't have to worry about Hanna chafing or scratching her delicate skin against it. 'Hook your upper arms on top, and let your legs float.' I said, turning her so she had her back against its side, then lifting her a little out of the water.

Of course her breasts floated of their own accord, the twin globes of firm, creamy flesh bobbing as the water lapped over her, their stiffened rose pink tips attesting to her physical state of arousal. 'Tarzan always tries to never leave a lady in distress.' I said with a grin, before kissing her, then moving down to gently suck each of her temptingly available nipples in turn.

As she needed both arms to support herself she was unable to do anything in return, but then neither could she really stop me doing anything I wanted to. So I spent some time just teasing her, treading water as I nibbled and sucked her breasts and ran my hands over various parts of her body. But making sure I never spent long enough at any one action to overly stimulate any one part of her.

At first I knew she was enjoying what I was doing, giggling and laughing as I teased and tickled her. But in time even those light touches must have stirred something deeper, and her giggles became more spasmodic, merely interspersing her increasingly frequent low sighs and gasps of a quickly rising need.

My judgement of what was going on inside her was confirmed when I finally pushed her legs further apart and moved around between them. 'Oh yes darling, yes, now please!' she sighed when she felt me guiding my cock, felt its head nudging into the slit between her pussy-lips.

Even with the pontoon to hang on to it still wasn't easy, our buoyancy and the density of the water made thrusting difficult, and as Hanna couldn't hold on to me I had to use all the strength of my arms and shoulders to counteract the tendency for us to push apart each time. But, whether because she understood the trouble I was having, or it was merely an action triggered by her arousal, after the first few thrusts she hooked both legs around my waist and locked them tight.

That made things much easier for me, and of course even more exciting too. Feeling her gripping me like that was fantastic! Even though the water dulled the normal tingling thrills I experienced when I felt her skin against mine, the feelings I got from having her legs wrapped tightly around me were incredible.

But even so, in spite of those feelings, perhaps because of the need to concentrate on the physical effort involved, or perhaps because I hadn't had too much time to anticipate making love with her, my climax was a long time coming.

I quickly settled into a steady, rhythmic thrusting, enjoying and savouring the thrills each move sent coursing up my spine, my eyes roaming over her, from her bouncing, bobbing breasts, to her fluttering, sometimes briefly closing eyes. 'Hanna darling, I can't describe just how wonderful this feels.' I said in a low, somewhat hoarse whisper. 'You're not only the most beautiful woman I have ever known, but the most wonderful lover too. No man could ask for anyone as perfect as you are.'

'I feel the same way about you darling.' she said, then I felt her legs gripping me even tighter as she suddenly gasped much more loudly. 'Oh Mac! Darling, darling, I'm coming! I'm, comiiinnggg!'

And she certainly did, I felt her pussy contracting, gripping my cock almost as tightly as her legs were. Then, as she had the previous time, as though being carried on some erotic roller-coaster, she went into a rolling series of climaxes, each one carrying her just a little higher than the last. And, in addition to her legs flexing as the spasms rippled through her, pulling me even more tightly against herself, all through it her pussy continued its rhythmic contractions, its muscular lining kneading my powering cock for all the world as though it was trying to urge the semen out of me.

But even though that sent my excitement level soaring to unbelievable heights it was still some time before I erupted. I had many minutes of what I can only describe as sheer, rapturous bliss. I was convinced that no religious or drug-induced ecstasy could compare with it, and was absolutely positive that no other woman could have given me such feelings.

Bur what made what I was feeling all the more wonderful was that, unless I was very badly mistaken, Hanna felt the same way as I did. And if that were true then we would be both experiencing and sharing such feelings many, many, many times.

It was almost as though my body had been waiting for that thought to provide the trigger for my release, even as it flashed through my head I felt the start of the unstoppable, rushing surge. At exactly the same moment, as though she was loathe to risk losing any of what I was about to give her, I felt Hanna's legs gripping me even more strongly, then jerking me forward as I thrust deep.

'Oh lover! Yes! Yeess! Yeeessss!' I heard echoing across the water, but was so lost in my explosive pumping that I didn't know or care if it was her voice, my own, or both in unison. And although it seemed to take an age to unload all the accumulated semen, the thrills I was getting from each burst were so intense it was still far too short a time before I knew I was totally drained.

When Hanna was equally certain I was finished her legs relaxed their grip, dropping away as they released me, then we both hung there for some time, simply too exhausted to move.

'I like that part of your Tarzan impersonation even better than the swimming thing.' she said, nibbling my ear. 'That was wonderful, and you were magnificent. I'm so glad you had some engineering training darling.' she added with a low chuckle.

'Oh so am I darling. I can't begin to explain what you do to me Hanna. I have never responded to any woman anywhere near the way I do to you.' I replied before kissing her full on the mouth.

She pulled her arms down off the edge of the pontoon and slid them around my waist, returning my kiss with passion as she held herself tightly against me. I wanted to hold her too and without thinking of the inevitable result, let go of the pontoon and did just that.

The wetness of our bodies and the momentary sense of weightlessness enabled us to twine so closely, our bodies melding together so perfectly, that we seemed to become a single entity. But of course as neither of us was actively treading water, we quickly sank, gasping and spluttering for breath when we bobbed back up after the unexpected dunking. 'I think we need to leave any more kisses until we get back on firm ground.' she said, laughing at my attempts to hold us both up, while refusing to let go of her.

I knew she was right of course and reluctantly let go of her and reached up on to the pontoon for our clothes. Then having struggled back into them we swam back to shore, much more slowly than we had gone out, both of us still a little weary from the glorious experience we had shared.

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'What now?' she asked as she began briskly towelling herself.

'I think I'm going to copy the locals, have a bit of a siesta.'

'When in Rome, you mean.'

'Mmm, something like that.'

'Sounds like a good idea. What time is this gala dinner thing tonight?'

'Oh there's no particular time, we can go down whenever you like really. The party atmosphere doesn't usually hot up until after around ten o'clock. Why do you ask?' I said, absentmindedly drying myself, but actually concentrating on watching Hanna.

Again I was struck by the strangeness of the fact that those tiny pieces of fabric could somehow dramatically increase the desirability of her body. Being thoroughly saturated they clung even more tightly to her than they had when I had first seen them, so tightly that in fact they left virtually nothing to my imagination. Yet still they managed to spur and quicken my interest in watching her, as though the more closely I did that the more likely it was I would perhaps see something extra, something new.

'Is it me or the bikini?' she asked.

'Pardon?' I said, looking up to see the slightly amused expression on her face.

'I asked if it was me, or the bikini that's got your attention.'

'Both.' I replied. 'Sorry but I did warn you, I just can't keep my eyes off you.'

'You don't ever have to apologise for that darling.' she said, stepping closer and giving me a light, fluttering kiss. 'Wherever and whenever, you can watch me as much as you like. But let's get out of this sun before we start to burn.' she added as she slipped into the beach-robe.





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Chapter 18

Siesta

We made our way slowly up the covered walk-way, appreciating its shade and relative coolness, but still found that after our time in the sun the air-conditioning in our room seemed far too cold by comparison.

'I'm sure we would get a bit of a breeze if we opened the door to the balcony Mac. So why not turn off the air-conditioning in the bed-room, then we won't have to cover ourselves while we sleep.' she suggested, adding. 'I'll just go and rinse the rest of the salt out of my bikini, I shan't be more than a minute or two.'

Her idea was both practical and stimulating, and I did that, then stripped off my shorts and quickly finished drying myself before pulling back the bed covers and lying down.

I lay there thinking back over the events of the day, remembering the sound of her happy laughter when we were down in the market, the way she had instantly won the hearts of the men in the cafe with her crude gesture, the way she looked when she'd knotted the scarf around her lovely neck. Then the even more beautiful, excitingly beautiful picture she'd made in the bikini. The way I had seen her when swimming below her, seeing her sensual nakedness. Trying desperately to recall the sensations that had flooded through me when we'd made love out there.

Those thoughts were brought to a sudden halt when she returned from the bath-room, she was proudly and totally unashamedly naked.

The fact that I was too really only struck me when she stopped half way across the room. 'You have a really great body Mac, and I'm so glad you keep it in such good condition. So many men in your position don't bother, they seem to think that money alone is sufficient to attract a woman.' she said as her eyes drifted slowly up and down.

'I'm glad it pleases you darling, though it's not something I consciously work on. I seem to remember you saying that you had been lucky with your genes, I think the same applies to me. But I think quite a few muscles have tightened up since I have met you.' I added with a grin.

She gave that deep-throated laugh that sent tingles running up and down my spine. 'Likewise, and I seem to have developed a few I didn't even know existed before.' she replied as she moved forward and got up and knelt on the bed beside me.

'That siesta, were you planning on dropping off immediately?' she said in a low whisper, as she slowly ran her fingers up my leg. 'Or has that magnificent body still got just a little bit of energy left?' she added as her fingers slid down over my thigh, then up to where my cock and balls limply hung.

'Oh I think we might surprise you.' I replied, reaching up to cup both breasts, then feeling the same tingling that had raced up my spine running through my fingers as they closed around those amazing, silkily firm globes.

Her eyes stared down deep into mine, the light grey colouring taking on a slightly darker hue, and the silvery bronze highlights flashing as our hands moved in unison, hers moving over my stomach, thighs and groin, mine stroking and gently fondling her breasts.

'Close your eyes darling.' she said softly after only a minute or two. 'Now, I want you to think back through what we have done today, I particularly want you to concentrate of things you have seen and then tell me which was the sexiest. Ignore the time when we were actually making love please, that's too obvious. Will you do that for me?' she asked as one hand continued slowly running up and down my inner thigh, the back of it from time to time brushing against my cock and balls.

I did as she'd asked, at first having a great deal of trouble ignoring both the continued tingling sensations coming from my own hands, and what hers were doing to me. But what helped was the fact I'd actually been having such thoughts only a few minutes earlier. 'There are three things that stand out.' I said after a couple of minute's thoughtful silence. 'The first was down in the market, when you bought that scarf and tied it around your neck.'

'Really! What was sexy about that?' she said with obvious surprise.

'Well, you. I mean you already looked gorgeous in that outfit, the pastel colours really complimented your complexion, and it fits you so well, showing off every gorgeous curve. But at that moment you looked so happy. I wanted to hug you so tight right then. And do much more than just hug you.' I added meaningfully.

She laughed softly and gave my leg a quick squeeze. 'I wish I had known that. But now, the others?'

'Obviously one of them was the way you looked in the bikini, I mean, well what can I say. And especially after we had been in the water.' I added. 'While it was still wet, it clung even more tightly to you. Simply mind-blowing!'

'Good, that's what it was meant to do. Now, the last one? And this time try to do better at describing what you saw, and how you actually felt please.'

I fell silent again, that time for a bit longer, my hands dropping away from her as I gathered my thoughts and tried to find the right words to do what she had asked me to. 'OK, here goes, but I don't think I'm very good at this sort of thing.' I said before starting.

'It was before we made love, after I had been out for my swim and was coming back to find you. Remember how I dived under you and came up between your legs?'

'Yes of course I do.'

'Well of course I didn't know you had taken the bikini off, that is until I looked up as I swam underneath you. That's the sexiest of the three.'

'Describe it, and also how you felt darling.'

I closed my eyes and brought the scene back into my head. The image of how she had looked in the water above me was sharp and crisp, but I knew that describing it, and how I had felt at that moment would be difficult.

'Well as I said, I didn't know you had taken the bikini off so seeing you naked was a surprise, and sexually exciting too of course. But there was much more than just the fact that you were naked.' I paused, marshalling my thoughts before continuing. 'I don't know if I can explain this part, but I'll try.

When you watch a large wave curling as it starts to break there are a few moments when, if the sun-light is in the right direction, you get the impression you can see right through it. You may have seen the effect when you have seen newsreel footage of surfers riding down through the tube of a really big wave. I have often seen dolphins riding the surf in towards the shallows, and sometimes, if the angles are just right, for a few moments it doesn't look as though they are swimming, but actually flying, flying through sapphire coloured air. It's magic!

Well when I looked up and saw you above me it was like that. The sun-light was so strong and the water so clear that you looked just like that, looked as though you were moving through some sort of liquid sapphire. But there was more than just that.' I said, pausing for a moment before continuing. 'Normally when you look up through the water at something above you it's just a dark outline of the shape that you see. But, perhaps because the angle of the sun was just right for the light to be refracted the way it was, you looked as though you were being lit from beneath. I could see every detail, crystal sharp.

Of course the first things to catch my eye were your breasts. Their weight pulling them down from your body, but their buoyancy trying to counteract that, the conflicting forces giving them a more spherical shape. And the magnifying effect of the water making them seem even larger than they already are.' I added, remembering only to well the feelings I always got when I felt that silky flesh beneath my fingers. 'They were moving slowly up and down as you swam, and right then I wanted more than anything else in the world to just float up and press my face between them.

But I didn't, my eyes had moved on, down along the rest of your body, seeing the amazingly sensual outline shape of your waist and hips, then your legs, and they are such long, very long legs. And, as they scissored the water, up between them, the dark, matted patch of hair. But, and this is the most amazing, and the most powerfully erotic part, as they kicked, allowing the sun-light to stream down between them, I was convinced I could see the split ridge of your pussy-lips.'

Again I paused, the image too clear for comfort, but, as that was what Hanna had asked me to do, trying to remember exactly what thoughts had gone through my head at that moment. 'Even though I had only a few seconds in which to see you like that, and I could tell from the growing pressure in my lungs that I would soon need to surface for air, I also knew that in those brief moments my body had reacted. And reacted incredibly powerfully. As well as the pressure in my lungs I could feel another, even deeper and stronger pressure inside me, feel the blood pounding through my veins, hear the sound of it throbbing loudly in my ears.

I can't begin to tell you exactly what I thought, other than to say that right then I wanted, no needed you more than anything else in the world.' I said after another, longer pause. 'At one level of my brain the way you looked made me think of you as some sort of magically ethereal being, a mermaid. At another, I just wanted you, needed you, needed to feel my body melding with yours.'

I felt one of her hands briefly pressing lightly against my still closed eyes. 'That was beautiful, romantically poetic darling.' she said in a soft whisper. 'But don't open your eyes yet, try to imagine you are still there, in the water beneath me, looking up at me, and still feeling those needs.' she added as she moved herself up over me.

During the time it took me to recount what I had seen and felt her hands had never stopped moving, their slow caresses adding to the effect the recall of those images and thoughts had been having on me. But I only realised just how strong that effect had been when I felt her fingers stroking more firmly up and down my almost fully engorged cock.

'I am that mermaid.' she said in the same low, whispering voice as she lifted herself higher. 'But I have changed my tail into legs, and have given myself what earthly women have between them. And I have worked some more magic so you can continue breathing under water. I have also read your mind and so I know how you feel. I feel the same way too, I have done so since I first saw you entering the water. The sight of your powerfully strong body made me feel strangely weak, and then as I watched you swimming into my domain I felt things stirring inside me, felt things that I hadn't experienced for a very, very long time.

So long in fact that it took me a little while to understand exactly what those stirrings meant. Then I knew, and in that moment I also knew what I had to do.

This is what I had to do.' she whispered as I felt her steadying my cock then her slickly moist pussy-lips slipping slowly down over its head. 'I had to feel the wonder of your powerful body entering mine, pushing deep, opening me up.' she said as she slowly pushed down. 'Going deeper, deeper, this special part, this magnificent part of you almost splitting me apart.' she added as she ground herself right down.

Somehow, in spite of the sheer physicality of the thrills she gave me, I was still able to maintain the fantasy inside my head. I was still in the water, she did have those magical powers, our bodies were truly melding. Then the gently undulating motion of the waves moved us up and down together. Each rise and fall creating a separate peak of joy. The intensity of the shared pleasure we were feeling rising a little higher with each one.

Unlike the previous evening, when she had ridden me so frenziedly, that time she was much less hurried, less demanding, and what we were doing together, more sensually satisfying. When she had first pushed down I had almost automatically lifted my hands back up to her breasts, closing my fingers right around them, feeling their already stiffened tips grazing against the palms of my hands. Then as she rose and fell I began fondling and squeezing them, and heard her start to give a series of low, contented sighs.

We basked and wallowed in that dream-like state of shared bliss. Neither of us wanted it to end. Each was somehow aware of not only our own but also the other's pleasure. Each doing our best to suppress the normal urges that would have taken us too quickly towards its inevitable conclusion. And, I think, both starting to become aware that the feelings we were sharing were not just the result of some shared fantasy, nor were being caused by just the physical thrills we were giving each other, but were actually coming from some other, much deeper and truly emotional place.

But of course, in time, our bodies betrayed us, their reactions dragging us back from that wonderful space we had been in together. And the fantasy effect had been so strong that by the time I was aware of my return from it the tension and urgency inside my real body had already reached near criticality.

As I returned to reality the first thing I felt was the bruising ache in my balls as they shrank up against the base of my cock. Then I opened my eyes and saw Hanna's face, her head thrown back, the sinews in her neck stretched tight, her mouth gaping wide as she sucked air down into her lungs. I looked lower, saw the dark, curling bush of pubic hair, the straining shaft of my cock appearing and disappearing as she rose and fell.

Then my eyes clamped shut again because it suddenly felt as though the sea we had been drifting in was actually inside me, rising as it approached the shore-line, becoming the most unimaginably immense wall of breaking surf. A wave that was carrying me, the sound of its roar filling my ears, its power leaving me totally helpless to do anything but go with it.

The foaming crest of it caught me, lifted me, tossing me like some weightless bauble as it sped on. I was aware of my body's reactions, felt it flexing, pushing up and down, somehow using the power within the boiling surf to continue riding the wave. And at the same time as all that was happening to me I felt the physical pressure inside me rising ever higher and higher. Then all the multiplicity of sensations merged together, and as they did I was filled with an unbelievably exhilarating elation, they rose even higher, crested, then broke in a series of judderingly foaming peaks.

The rapture continued on until my need had been exhausted, and the sea had done with me. Having lifted me so high, then carried me faster and faster as it rolled beneath me, it finally cast me up on the shore, leaving me beached, and gasping for air.

I re-opened my eyes to find Hanna looking down at me, her usually sparkling eyes were cloudy, almost glazed, but there was a tight smile on her lips. 'I don't know where you have been, but if the effect is always that strong you can go there anytime you like my darling.' she said in a hoarse whisper before slumping down on to me.

I held her tight, feeling the reverberation of her pounding heart-beat harmonising with my own as we waited for our minds and bodies to recover from what we had shared. And only when they had, rolling apart, and without even worrying about the pooling mess beneath us, falling blissfully asleep. 

*

Chapter 19

Gala Night

We must have slept for nearly two hours and I was actually woken by the sun dropping below the frame of the door to the balcony. For a moment I was completely disoriented, then I stretched and heard a muffled protest from Hanna as my movement disturbed her. My memory suddenly came flooding back, I knew where I was, with whom, what we had shared, and my spirits soared.

'Come on sleepy-head.' I whispered as I bent low and kissed her neck. 'Siesta time is over, some tea, then it'll be time to get ourselves ready for the party.'

I watched her coming even more slowly to the surface than I had, mumbling something unintelligible to herself, then her eyes finally opening and seeing me looking down at her. Seeing her face at that moment was like watching the most glorious sun-rise, her smile radiated sheer joy and happiness, and her eyes literally shone as though they were lit by some inner light, their diamond-like flecks sparkling brilliantly.

'Oh thank God, it wasn't just a dream.' she said in a tone of amazed relief. 'Kiss me please.' she added as her arms reached up around my neck and pulled my head down.

Of course I was more than happy to do as she had asked and the fervour of her kiss gladdened my heart as much as the sight of her smile had. 'I had the strangest dream Mac, about us, well it was more about you actually.' she said when we broke for air. 'Unlike most dreams it was a sort of re-run of today, well at least of the best bits.' she added with a cheeky smile. 'I was having such a wonderful time with you, was feeling so amazingly happy. Then I somehow knew I was dreaming, knew I was waking up, and didn't want to return to reality. But I couldn't do anything about it. Then when I woke and saw you looking down at me so lovingly I realised that reality was even better than the dream had been.'

'It's wonderful to hear you say that darling.' I said, bending to kiss her again. 'I have been feeling things like that about you too. This is the wrong time and place to do it, we are removed from reality here and let's just enjoy that, but when we get back to Paris I think we do need to talk about us. I hope you think so too.' I added anxiously.

'I'd like that darling. And although I agree that it's best to discuss some things less emotionally, if you are starting to feel the way I do I think we ought to make tonight a bit of a personal celebration.'

Looking back it's interesting to see how we were both still gingerly skirting around the 'love' word at that time. Each of us knew how deeply we were feeling about the other, both probably suspected those feelings were shared, yet the practical streak in both of us kept the reins on either of us over-committing too quickly.

Perhaps it was just that we were both intelligent enough to know that the other had a demanding career as well as a personal life, that melding those might not be as easy as it had been to do so with our bodies.

But even so I think we both also knew that regardless of whether or not our relationship was to move on to become a more conventional one, we had each found someone who had already become incredibly important in our lives.

'I'll say yes to that.' I replied. 'But right now I need some refreshments, I'm going to order up some tea and something light to eat. How about you darling?'

She agreed she was ready for something too, so having ordered we quickly made ourselves a bit more respectable before the waiter arrived.

Then while we were eating she suggested that as we had done the previous evening, I should have first use of the bath-room, but then rather than mooching around waiting for her, I should go down to the bar. 'For one thing, I'll have to wash my hair, so it will take me a little longer to get ready. But you never know who you might bump into Mac, I mean business contacts of course.'

Although I had actually been hoping I might get a chance to watch her getting ready I said nothing about that, but instead nodded my agreement. 'So long as you don't leave me alone for too long.'

'No more than half an hour or so, then you can buy me a glass of champagne, don't forget we're going to have a private celebration.'

So, having showered and shaved again I handed the bath-room over to Hanna, then finished dressing and went downstairs.

Although screened from the dining area, the bar was essentially an extension of that space and the resort owners had wanted the option of being able to use the whole for exhibitions or fashion shows. So the ceiling above the restaurant was actually two floors high, with a small mezzanine gallery running along three sides, and leading down from that were two staircases, one on either side, which led into the area taken up by the bar.




Hanna Ch. 18-21



There were already a dozen or so people in the bar, a small group of men who looked and sounded as though they had actually been there most of the day, a few couples scattered around the room and a three or four men like myself, alone. Much to my surprise I actually recognised one of the faces as an architect I had worked with on a project about twelve months previously. He recognised me too and as he was doing the same as I, waiting for his girl friend, we sat together drinking and swapping business stories and gossip.

I had made sure that I sat facing the entrance to the bar so I could keep my eye out for Hanna, so as he was looking the opposite way I of course had no idea what had caused the expression on Sven's face. 'My God, just look at her!' he said in a breathless undertone.

I turned to look and felt my eyes bulge and my jaw drop as low as Sven's had, and it actually took me a few seconds to realise just who I was actually looking at. It was Hanna, coming down one of the curving staircases from the mezzanine floor.

I'm sure her entrance was exactly the kind of thing the owner had in mind when he asked for the space to be designed the way it was, but even he couldn't have anticipated something as show stopping as the way Hanna looked right then.

Her dress was full length, but with a side slit that showed off her leg from the dainty, gold coloured sandals right up to mid-thigh. The intricate shape of the neck was cut to allow a more than generous hint of the cleavage between her breasts and was even more low-cut than her previous evening's dress had been. But even those dramatic features were not as provocative as the way the dress itself clung to her body.

The fabric was probably a fine silk chiffon, and the predominant colour a golden amber. But, making her look even taller and more slender than she already was were the fine vertical bands of various muted colours, shades of dusty blues, reds and greens. I was momentarily reminded of something I had seen a few months earlier, late one afternoon, when the nearly setting sun had lit the countryside with a liquidly golden glow. On the far horizon, barely visible, but contrasting with a bank of dark cloud beyond, was a faint rainbow.

As the overhead lights reflected off her she had a similar effect on me as that scene had, the shifting haze of colour breaking through the gold producing something truly extraordinarily beautiful. But adding a completely different dimension to the image was the way Hanna was coming down the stairs, like a young hind, each step cautious but assured, the fluidity of her movements rippling up through her entire body.

But as beautiful as the initial impact undoubtedly was, it was those very movements that quickly pushed the purely aesthetic thoughts to one side. The sway of her hips and breasts stirred thoughts that were far less refined, thoughts and memories of sensuously twining bodies, and blissfully exhausting love-making.

'She seems to be coming this way.' Sven hissed, immediately bringing me back to reality.

I stood and went towards her. 'I didn't think it possible for you to look more beautiful than you did during the day, but you do, oh you really, really do.' I said, taking her hand and letting my eyes run up and down her body.

'So you like it?' she asked, turning slowly around so I could see her from all angles.

'As I believe I have said before, it's lovely, but it's really what you do to it that's mind-blowing. But before I forget, let me take you over to meet Sven, he's an architect I have worked with.' I explained. 'And after watching the entrance you just made you might find he's still a bit speechless.' I added with a grin.

Having made the introductions I ordered a bottle of champagne for us and when Hanna learned that Sven was just waiting for his girl-friend she suggested we make a foursome. 'Mac tells me that tonight is a sort of party night, so let's share the fun together.'

I could see that the idea of sharing a table with Hanna immediately appealed to Sven, though I wasn't so sure of either my own reactions or what his girl-friend would think if he spent the evening looking elsewhere. But I could also see the sense in Hanna's suggestion and when I saw a tall, statuesque and very Swedish looking blonde heading our way, I was less concerned than I initially had been. 

As it turned out we were glad we had met Sven and Britt, the four of us got along very well together and the evening was much more fun than it would have been if it had just been Hanna and myself together.

My first impression had proved to be correct, Britt really was Swedish, and certainly had all the attributes most men think of when that race is mentioned. Long, thick and naturally platinum blonde hair, pale blue eyes, long, slender legs, and a pair of breasts that simply couldn't be ignored. And which, as Sven confided to me at some stage much later in the evening, were all hers.

She was a part owner of a model agency, and still did some modelling jobs herself from time to time. 'When they are looking for a real woman, rather than one of the currently fashionable stick-creatures.' she said glancing meaningfully down at herself. 'Just to keep in touch with the sharp end, and only if the location is somewhere glamorously exotic.' she said with a smile.

She told us that she and Sven had met a couple of years earlier, when she was supervising a group of girls working on a photo-shoot on the construction site of one of Sven's projects. 'He was furious about it.' Britt said sweetly. 'Furious with the owner for agreeing to us using the site. Furious with the construction foreman for being so helpful to us. Then furious with me for having my team there. Well at first he was.' she added with a mischievous grin. 'I suggested we talk the whole thing over during lunch, see if we couldn't come to some sort of compromise. Then somehow or other we just didn't get back to the site until the next day.'

'She seduced me.' Sven piped up. 'Kidnapped me, lured me into her bed.'

'Actually darling it was your bed.' Britt corrected. 'And as I remember it he got me there with some excuse about needing to go over some sort of work schedule, then to all intents and purposes, raped me. But I wasn't actually complaining too much.' she added with a twinkle in her ice-blue eyes.

I left it to Hanna to explain that we had only recently met, through her work with the music foundation, and that we were still in the process of getting to know each other, as she euphemistically put it. Britt said she thought that was very romantic and Sven used words that implied I was very lucky dog, which I heartily agreed with.

Having established the background and situations of our relationships we all relaxed a bit more and as we had a wide range of things to talk about the conversation around the table never dulled for a minute.

So we talked, dined and from time to time danced, a couple of times, at Sven's insistence, swapping partners. Britt was nowhere near as good a dancer as Hanna, but the way she moved in my arms somehow managed to hint at an ability to move more excitingly in another place. Then when we returned to our table and the conversation resumed I felt her watching me, from time to time catching her eye and seeing a look that seemed to imply those hints had been deliberate.

Under different circumstances I would have been more than happy to follow-up the message I thought she was sending me, but I had Hanna, and I had neither the desire nor the need for any other woman.

That Sven was attracted by Hanna was much more obvious, but fortunately he was sufficiently intelligent to recognise and respect her initial gentle rebuff. Then, although the frisson of undercurrent remained during the rest of the evening it added to rather than spoiled our enjoyment of each other's company.

Later in the evening we were entertained by the professional dancers we had seen the previous evening, followed by a group of Greek musicians and then the two joined forces in a riotous display that soon had everyone stamping and clapping in time with the infectious beat.

But even through all of that my eyes returned again and again to Hanna. It didn't seem to matter whether she was just eating or sipping her wine, deep in conversation with Britt or Sven, or out on the floor dancing. No matter what she was doing at the time some aspect of her caught and then held my unwavering gaze, her classic profile, her expressive hands, her sensuously curving body, her inviting lips and mouth, her hypnotically exotic eyes.

And my mind kept slipping back, back to the intensity of thrills she had given me that afternoon. When she moved so the slit in her dress exposed a long length of the shimmering gold stockings she was wearing I was reminded of how it had felt when she had locked those legs around me out on the pontoon. When I caught a glimpse of the cleavage between her breasts I recalled the sight of those firm globes floating, then the feel of their silkily firm flesh in my hands when she knelt above me. Every part of her reminded me of some particular delight I had already experienced, and every part prompted thoughts of what other things we had yet to do to and with each other.

I was torn between not wanting to reduce or shorten the pleasure she was obviously enjoying, and wanting to drag her away from it all, hurry her up to our room.

But we stayed on, and in between those long moments of sometimes almost desperate need, which I somehow managed to suppress, I admit I did still manage to enjoy myself.

It was after one in the morning when Sven said that as he had to fly out to New York that evening he and Britt would have to leave the resort around lunch-time, so they were going to call it quits and get to bed. So, with promises to get together again soon we said our good-nights and good-byes to them.

Once they had gone I was about to suggest we might do the same thing, even if for different reasons, when the lights dimmed and the band started playing a slow, romantic piece. 'Come on darling, let's have a last dance together.' Hanna said, pulling me to my feet.

'It's been a lovely evening, thank you, for it and for everything else too my darling.' she said, pressing herself closer as we moved out across the floor.

'Thank you for being here with me lover.' I replied, nuzzling my face into her hair. 'At times I've had to pinch myself because it all seems a bit too good to be really true.' I added.

'That was exactly the feeling I had in those first moments when I woke up this afternoon and saw you there.' she replied. 'It's a bit scary isn't it.'

'I know what you mean, but the prospects do anything but scare me darling.'

'That's good.' she whispered as she pressed herself against me even more tightly.

The combination of slow music and low lighting was getting everyone else on the floor into a romantic mood, so we were not the only ones who used the opportunity that gave us to allow our hands to roam more freely over each other. While still guiding her with one hand I slipped the other down to her bottom, cupping one cheek and gently squeezing it as we slowly moved together.

Quite early in the evening I had noticed that although her dress clung so closely to her body that I could see she was wearing a bra, there was no tell-tale line of her panties. I had quite naturally assumed that as many women do in that situation, she was wearing a g-string. Remembering how she had looked that afternoon on the beach in the one she had worn then I had been looking forward to seeing something even sexier later, and wasn't that surprised that it was obviously her naked flesh I could feel beneath the dress.

So when she softly asked if I liked that, I assumed that was what she meant and replied. 'Of course I do.' But was then totally confused by what she asked me next.

'You don't think it's shamefully wicked of me?'

'What is?'

'Not wearing any.'

'Any what?' I asked, still totally confused.

'Anything under the dress, well at least not under the bottom half.'

'You're not wearing anything?'

'Well, stockings. Sorry, no suspender belt tonight.'

'I thought, well I thought g-string panties.' I stammered.

'Not even those. Wicked aren't I.'

'Wonderfully!' I answered, slipping my hand lower and then trying to dig my fingers up into the crack between the fleshy cheeks. 'But in a way I'm glad you didn't tell me earlier.'

'Why darling?'

'If you had I might not have been able to control myself. I might have had to cut the evening much, much shorter and race you back upstairs.'

She gave a low giggle and slid her leg forward between mine, pressing her thigh into my crotch. 'Perhaps I wouldn't have objected too much. But it's been such a fun evening that I'm glad I waited until now.'

The effect of the knowledge that under the dress she was already semi naked, plus the feel of her bottom in my hand and her thigh in my crotch had a totally predictable result, and I felt my cock quickly growing and then stiffening.

'Ah yes, that's good.' she said softly, sliding one hand in between us and reaching for the still hardening length. 'Very, very good.' she whispered as she gave it a couple of gentle squeezes, then added. 'And my friend is already ready for a visit from yours.'

The thought that her pussy was not only bare, but also wet made my cock jerk excitedly. 'Shall we go?' I whispered gruffly.

'Wait a bit, until the music ends, enjoy the anticipation darling.' she replied, giving me another squeeze before slipping her hand away.

'She already knows me this well' I thought to myself. 'Knows how much better it will be, for both of us, if she gives me more time to think about what's coming.'

And of course she was right, although it was only a few minutes later that the band wound-up the set and we left the hard core of still partying revellers and made for the lift, by then I was far more excited, both mentally and physically.

*

Chapter 20

Forget the Euphemisms

That time we had to share the lift with another couple so had to wait for our first kiss until we were inside our apartment, and it was eagerly hard, but when I tried to unzip her dress at the same time, she pulled away. 'Wait darling, I've a better idea.' she said excitedly as she pulled me towards the bed-room.

Once inside she stopped me. 'You stay there, get undressed, but slowly please. I want to watch you.' she said before moving across to stand at the foot of the bed.

Although she hadn't turned any of the lights on there was still enough streaming through the half open door to the lounge-room for me to see the shape of various parts of her body under the clinging dress. Then as I began to undo buttons and takes my things off, while never taking her eyes off me she began to move about, slowly turning herself this way and that.

I let my eyes wander over her, excited by each curve, imagining the silky flesh that lay beneath the golden fabric, anticipating how it would feel beneath my fingers. Her firmly upcurving breasts and their perkily spiking tips. Her bottom's fleshy globes and the deep, inviting crack between them. The sensual curve of her waist, hips and upper thighs. Then conjuring up the image of what little of her I couldn't see in outline, her pussy. The sexily plump mound and its neatly trimmed crown of darkly curling hair, the moistly pouting pussy-lips and the ever-welcoming slit between them.

Seeing all that in my head and then anticipating just how wonderful it would actually feel when I could actually touch and caress each of those delightful parts. And also anticipating what sensational thrills I would experience when I finally slid my throbbing cock home.

As it gave me that much more time to look and anticipate I was happy to do as she'd asked, undress slowly, and Hanna's eyes watched me as intently as I was her, neither of us saying a single word to each other. Then, when I was down to nothing but a pair of under-shorts she held up her hand, indicating I should wait before taking off those too.

When I saw how hard she was staring at my crotch I glanced down at myself and saw what was holding her attention. Although I normally wore tight fitting briefs, I had bought myself a few pairs of silk, boxer shorts, and that evening had put on a black pair to go under my dinner suit. The loose fitting shorts had given my cock room to move about as it grew and it had certainly taken full advantage of that, pushing its way up inside one leg and then stretching the silk taut. Then as my excitement had continued rising, pre-come had begun to seep from the tip, making the material wet and producing a dark patch that had become stuck to the cock-head.

I stood there for a couple of minutes, letting her look at me, and at the same time trying to guess what was going through her head, trying to anticipate what she would like to happen next. Of course I had no real idea, and as she still said nothing I eventually had to take a chance.

I pushed the back of the shorts down over my buttocks, then slid one hand down inside the front of them, pressing my cock back against myself as I used the other to ease the front lower and lower, until they finally dropped around my feet. Then as I stepped out of them I turned slightly, so when I took the hand holding my cock away she would see it in profile.

She gave a low gasp and I saw her eyes bulge and widen as it sprang free, rearing almost vertically, then making irregular jerky movements as still more blood tried to force a way up into it.

Then, when I lifted one hand and lightly stroked my fingers up and down the underside of the shaft, she finally made a move. Reaching up behind herself I heard the sound of the zip being pulled down, then she shrugged the dress from her shoulders and let it slip to the floor.

It was my turn to stare, and I knew I was doing so quite unashamedly. The bra she had on appeared to be purely decorative, its colour matching the dress, but still virtually transparent, so I could see just how dark and stiffly erect her nipples already were. The shimmering stockings were grip-tops, longer than the ones I had previously seen her wear, ending much higher up her thighs. On any woman that combination of flimsy bra, long sheer stockings and then nothing in between them would undoubtedly have been erotic, on Hanna's all too perfect body, it was unbelievably so.

As I stared at her Hanna stood there, quite still, in turn watching my cock's powerful jerking. Then, perhaps unable to resist the feelings inside herself, she slid one hand up the inside of her leg and I saw her fingers slip back between them. Taking my cue from that I curled my hand right around the shaft and began slowly stroking back and forth.

We must have stood there watching each other self-stimulating for quite a long time, and as it was something I had never experienced before although my own hand couldn't produce the intensity of thrills Hanna could, doing it while watching her was of course extremely exciting. But Hanna must have been getting much, much more from what we were doing than I was because after only a couple of minutes or so I heard her breath shortening. Glancing up at her face I saw it had become flushed, and that her brow was flecked with pin-points of perspiration.

Seeing how quickly she was heading for a climax I decided to further dramatise what she was staring at. And slipping one hand under my balls and lifting them I also began pulling the other right down to the base of the shaft and holding it there for a few seconds, knowing that that grip would make the head bulge even more.

My idea proved successful and a minute or two later I watched as her fingers moved even faster, then her eyes glazed and her body began shaking and shuddering from the strength of her orgasm.




Hanna Ch. 18-21



But although it gave me a kick to know she could get off that quickly from just us looking at each other, I of course hoped that would merely be the first of many she would achieve before the night was over. So I was thrilled when, once the effects of it were just starting to wane, she indicated she was ready for something more seriously satisfying for us both.

Still without saying a single word she turned around, shifting her feet even further apart as she bent forward and supported herself by pressing her hands down on the bed. I moved forward towards her, but decided the silence between us had gone on for quite long enough.

'We are both very lucky to have found each other.' I said in a soft, low voice. 'Very, very lucky to find someone who likes exactly the same thing. Someone who gets just as excited from looking, and being looked at. And you got very excited from me looking at you. And I think got even more so from being able to look at me at the same time, didn't you Hanna?'

'Yes, yes I did.' she replied in a muffled and somewhat shaky whisper.

'Tell me about it, tell me what you liked. And I mean right from the beginning, when you first started feeling horny.' I said as I reached forward and then felt a faint shiver run up through her body when I lightly brushed my fingers up over her bottom.

She hesitated for a few moments before answering. 'I liked knowing that you had got excited from thinking about me, that perhaps just the idea I had no panties on had got you so aroused.'

'And then?' I said, running my hands slowly up and down the backs of her thighs.

The shiver I'd felt when I first touched her turned to a stronger, more distinct shuddering as she answered. 'Then I got excited from having you watching me so intently, seeing the look in your eyes as they moved over my body. And from watching you slowly undressing too.' she added.

'And?'

'And then I saw just how aroused you had got, I mean when you were stripped down to just your shorts. Right then you, well I really mean my other friend, it looked, well, I mean it looked truly awesome.' she said huskily.

'Describe what you saw.' I said, pressing my hands a little more firmly against the cheeks of her arse and letting a couple of fingers slip down into the crack between them.

'Although I could only see the outline of it I could see just how big you had got, tell from the patch of wetness that you had got really, really excited from looking at me. That gave me a fabulous feeling. But because the silk had become stuck to it I could also see just how swollen the head was. It looked enormous.' she added, pushing her bottom firmly back against my hands.

'And then?'

'Then I just couldn't stand it any longer, I wanted to keep watching you, wanted you to continue looking at me, but I simply had to do something about the way I was feeling. So I did what I did.' she said, suddenly gasping and squirming as I pushed my fingers further down into the valley between her arse cheeks.

'And did you want me to do what I did?'

'Oh yes, yes that was just what I wanted. I wanted to see you properly, see it all.'

'See what?'

'Your, your manhood. Well, I mean, I mean your cock!' she finally gasped.

'That's better, no more of this 'my friend', 'my other friend' business. Mine's a cock. What's yours?'

'Mine's a, a pussy. A pussy, or a cunt.' she said in shaky voice.

'That's right, and although you should use any word you like, I'll probably use pussy most of the time, cunt usually sounds a bit too crude to me. And did you like watching me doing it to myself?'

'Oh yes, it, I mean your cock, it got even bigger, especially the head.'

'And you like that?'

'Oh yes, yes I do, I like it very, very much. In fact in one way I wished you had gone all the way, so I could watch you come, watch it spurting.' she said in a more positive tone.

'In one way?'

'Well I also didn't want you to, well, to you know, to waste it.'

'But you'd like me to do that some other time for you?'

'Oh yes, yes please.' she said eagerly.

'I'll remember that Hanna. But now I suggest you lift yourself a bit, then look back underneath you.' I said as I positioned myself between her legs, bent my knees a little and shuffled even closer.

'Merdre! Oh God, that looks huge!' she whispered breathlessly when she did as I suggested and saw my still strongly throbbing cock poking forward beneath her.

'And most of that is just from looking at you Hanna. And that's just an indication of the strength of the effect you have on me. Just looking at you does that to me. Now, what would you like me to do with it?'

'Put it inside me, please put it in darling. I want you, no I need you to fuck me, need you to fuck my pussy. Need your magnificent cock deep in my cunt!' she added more vehemently.

And I did just that, gripping her hips tightly as I drove it in and out, ramming it as deep as I could, taking her to another two or three orgasms before finally unleashing my own.

When we were done we climbed up on to the bed and lay there, taking the time it took us to regain our breath as an opportunity to fondle and caress each other.

'You liked hearing me talk like that, using those words, didn't you darling.' she said softly some time later.

'I thought we agreed to tell each other what we were thinking, and it's a bit difficult if we only use euphemisms.'

'True, I suppose it's a habit I have sort of drifted into, from talking to clients.'

I think it was at that moment that the irony of her situation at the foundation fully hit me. Part of her work there meant that from time to time she was hearing the most intimate sexual proclivities of men described in the most vivid terms. Yet her self-imposed celibacy meant she had no real outlet for whatever emotions those descriptions roused in herself.

'Talking of that, didn't those conversations ever get you stirred-up? I mean you're far from being sexually repressed or anything.'

'No darling, what I was doing was far too objective, almost clinical in a way. Though sometimes, usually late at night, something might come back to get me, as you say, stirred-up. But I didn't take being celibate so far as to not get myself off when the need arose. I was just doing what I thought necessary to stay out of emotional entanglements.'

'Do you want to tell me what sort of things affected you, what thoughts or images you used to help you have an orgasm?'

'To be honest, most of the time I would use variations on the things I have already told you about, from when I was a girl. Variations on the man in the park, or the one on the train. I was nowhere near as creative with myself as I was with our clients.' she added with a soft giggle.

'Well you can be as creative as you like with me darling. At least within reason you can. Let's see if we can't make up for some of what you denied yourself.'

'Mmm, I like that idea.' she answered as she snuggled closer. 'What you just did for me was fantastic, anything like that will certainly do the trick.'

'And sometimes you'd like me to get myself off for you?'

'Mmm, sometimes, but not too often. As I said, I don't want us to waste it, well not too much of it.' she added with another low chuckle. 'But we agreed you would tell me what you want too.'

'I will, I promise. But right now I can't think of anything better than what you have already done for me darling. Just being here, being who you are, looking the way you do. I can't think of anything more exciting, but if I do, I promise I'll let you know.' I said before turning to pull her face closer, then kissing her.

'Oh there is one thing.' I said when we pulled apart. 'Knowing you aren't wearing any panties is very exciting.'

'Yes I guessed you would like that. But should I have told you earlier than I did?'

I thought for a moment before answering. 'That's tricky. As I said at the time, if you had told me earlier in the evening I might not have been able to stop myself from sometime trying to race you back up here. So in the circumstances I think you timed it perfectly. But sometime I might like to have more time, you know, more time in which to anticipate things.'

'I'll just have to use my judgement then.'

'That's been spot on so far darling.'

'Well right now it's telling me I'd better use the bath-room.' she said, extricating herself from my arms and getting up out of bed.

Her move made me realise I needed a piss too and then the fact that she was gone for longer than I had expected made the need all the more urgent. When she did return I could tell from the smell of soap that she had taken the opportunity to freshen up so did the same, splashing water and then a little after-shave on my face, then rinsing the slowly caking traces of our juices from my cock and balls.

I also used those few quiet minutes to once again marvel at my good fortune at finding a woman like Hanna. Beautiful, and as her entrance earlier in the evening had proved, spectacularly so. But, unlike so many beautiful women, not self-obsessed, and especially so when it came to sex, as her concern for my own pleasure and satisfaction had proved. And to crown it all, finding a woman with sexual needs that so perfectly complemented my own, now that was truly marvellous.

When I got back into bed she snuggled close again. 'Mmm, you smell nice, I like that after-shave, very sexy.' she said with a giggle before adding. 'I thought about putting some perfume on, but remembered what you said about preferring the smell of me. Was I right?'

'Absolutely, an excellent use of judgement.'

'I think I was right earlier too.'

'About what?'

'About not ending the evening in a foursome.'

'What do you mean?'

'With Britt and Sven.'

'Sven suggested that?'

'No, not Sven, Britt did, when we went out to the powder room together. It seems they do it quite often, I mean when they meet a couple they both fancy.'

'And they fancied us?'

'Mmm, a lot, at least Britt fancied you a lot.'

'Well Sven couldn't keep his eyes off you, right from the time he first saw you coming down the stairs.'

'Yes he got a bit excited when we were dancing.' she said with a chuckle. 'But Britt was just as hot for you darling. Are you sure you wouldn't have fancied an hour or two with a pneumatic blonde bombshell.'

'I'm much happier with my dark, and much, much more sexy lady, thank you very much.' I replied, pulling her close and then kissing her hard.

But even as we kissed I had to admit that what Hanna had told me immediately brought the image of the Swedish girl into my head. And the thought that she had taken such an apparently strong fancy to me was undoubtedly both flattering, and arousing. As any man would, I couldn't help myself wondering, albeit briefly, how it would be to make love to her. Just what her body would look like when she was totally naked. How differently she would respond to what I did to her. What different things she might do to me.

But the moment passed when I felt Hanna's tongue pushing into my mouth and her hand slipping down between us. No matter what momentary interest another woman could stir, what fleeting thoughts a provocative sight or situation could arouse, I knew this was the woman I wanted to be with.

I also somehow knew, perhaps from the shivering tension I felt in her body, that in spite of the power of the climax she had experienced, she was still more than ready for anything else I might be prepared to do for her. And although I could tell that right then I needed a little more time to fully recover from mine, that didn't mean she had to simply idly wait for me to do so.

So, when we eventually broke for air, I lifted myself up on to my knees beside her and began kissing and lightly caressing the rest of her. I began with her neck and shoulders, taking my time before moving down to her breasts, then interspersing my kisses with gentle nibbling sucks of her still slightly engorged nipples. They quickly stiffened and once they had I drew faint sighs of delight from her when I lightly brushed my cheek back and forth against them.

I spent a long time on that part of her, getting just as much pleasure from fondling the firm, silky flesh as she obviously did from having me do so. But eventually I moved lower, kissing her stomach and teasing the incurving dimple at its centre with the tip of my tongue before progressing to her hips and upper thighs.

At first she had lain quite still, her eyes closed, her hands running through the hair on the back of my head as she savoured the gentle pleasures I was giving her. But as my lips and hands moved lower she began to squirm about a bit, her sighs turning to sharper little gasps. And even though I could tell from those reactions that she was starting to become more excited, I still took my time, enjoying both the thrills I was getting from just running my lips and fingers over her gorgeous body, and the sense of happy pride I got from knowing I was giving her such arousing stimulation.

Then, just when I was about to push myself a little further down the bed so I could reach her pussy, she twisted herself to one side. 'Wait a moment darling, let's share, let's try a little soixante-neuf. Roll over and put this under your head.' she added, passing a pillow back to me before turning to face the other way and lifting herself over me.

For a few moments I did no more than look at her. The sweeping curve of her arse, its twin cheeks separated by the deep valley and circle of tightly wrinkled muscles, and below it the even more inviting furl of her pussy-lips.

Yet again I couldn't help being amazed by the thought that such a beautiful and delicate part of a woman's body could be the source of such intensity of both emotion and purely physical sensation. But that really wasn't the time for such musings, so having eased her back a little so I could comfortably reach it I began kissing and licking her. And as I did so I felt her fingers curl around my already slowly re-engorging cock and then her lips sliding down over it.

Neither of us was in any hurry, and we each sensed that the other wanted to prolong the pleasure we were receiving for as long as possible, so as I slowly licked and sucked her pussy she did the same to my cock, our muffled gasps and grunts harmonising as hands and mouths skilfully but undemandingly stimulated each other.

But of course eventually I felt the inevitable rise of pressure inside me, felt my body tensing as muscles tightened. Hanna must have felt the change too, because although her lips and mouth continued working on my cock, continued sending shock-waves of excitement through me, I felt her fingers close around the shaft just below the head, then gripping it much more tightly.

I knew, and guessed Hanna did too, that such a tight grip would stop, or at least delay the build-up to my climax, but as she was capable of many there was no need why I should deprive her of any of those. So I increased the intensity of my actions, finally concentrating most of my efforts on her clitoris. And a couple of minutes later they were rewarded, her body arching upright and her hips pressing her pussy down as a series of body-shuddering tremors ripped up through her.

'Urrgh! Urrgh! Urrgh! Oh you wonderful, darling, darling man!' she cried as she jerked her pelvis back and forth against my flickering tongue, then holding herself there until the strength of the orgasm began to lessen.

'That was absolutely wonderful.' she said a little later, maintaining her tight grip of my throbbing cock as she turned her head to look back at me. 'But now I want you to experience something that I hope will be just as good.' she added, releasing her hold and slipping off the bed.

Naturally enough I had thought that her delaying of my climax had been because she wanted to feel my cock pumping inside her, and I had been so close to climaxing that the sudden interruption was both inexplicable and somewhat painful. So I watched with more than just interested curiosity as she took a tube of something from the drawer of the bed-side cabinet. 'I'm sure you like it a la Grecque.' she said as she unscrewed the cap. 'And I'm nicely relaxed now, so let's see how we go. Just be patient with me please darling.' she added as she squeezed out some of the lubricant and began liberally smearing it over the head of my still quivering cock.

The thought of taking her from the back, of thrusting my cock between those tightly clamping globes, had of course crossed my mind several times. But it wasn't just the knowledge that many women were reluctant to do it that way that had stopped me from initiating or suggesting it. There was also the fact that Hanna had been celibate for so long, and that made me think that whatever experience she might have had in how to sufficiently relax herself might have been forgotten. So until then such an idea had been no more than just a passing thought.

So the fact that she herself had suggested we try it made it even more exciting. Not that it really needed to be made more so, just the thought of it was enough to set my heart beating a little faster and send blood pumping more strongly through my veins. And feeling her lubricant coated fingers swirling around my already super-sensitised cock-head just made that excitement rise even faster.

'You go down to the end of the bed, I'll move down to you, you'll have more control if you are standing. And use some of this on me, but then please don't be too cross with me if it doesn't work the first time darling.' she added, handing me the tube as I did as she suggested.

She moved to the bottom of the bed and then went down on her hands and knees, kneeling on the very edge of the mattress. In spite of the sharp ache in my swollen balls and the powerful beat that was making my cock jerk up and down, I paused for a moment, looking down at her. Although my body was trembling with the pent-up need for relief I was still able to appreciate the erotic beauty of hers. The sensuous line of her shoulders and back, the narrow waist and sudden flaring of her hips. The flawless texture of her skin.

But at that moment of course the most captivating part of her were the twin cheeks of her arse, and the position she was in dramatically tightened those fleshy globes. 'You have the most stunningly beautiful bottom I have ever seen Hanna.' I said with a catch in my voice as I got down on my knees and then pressed my face against it.

The feel of its firm silkiness against my cheek was thrilling, but the wafting scent of her sexual arousal was even stronger. So, pressing my hands against the backs of her thighs and bending lower, I found I could reach her pussy with my tongue and I teasingly licked it, then ran it up the narrow channel to her anus.

I felt a shivering tremor run up through her body as I did that, so repeated it several more times, then stiffened my tongue and finally probed the tightly wrinkled hole with it.

I could tell from the increasing strength of the tremors and the way she began to squirm herself back towards me that she was starting to get excited by me doing that so I continued, pushing my tongue deeper, and then a little later replacing it with one finger.

'I think I'm ready darling.' she said in a muffled voice after no more than a couple of minutes, and so I got up and reached for the tube.

Even with the lubricant she had already spread over my cock-head plus what I managed to get into her with my finger at first I thought we were both going to be disappointed. Although she was obviously doing her best to help we were getting nowhere, her anus remained locked tight, but then I felt her body suddenly move differently, felt the muscles relax a little, and with a single, much stronger push, I was in.

Having got the head inside her, although getting deeper was still not easy it did require less force, and did become progressively easier as each move spread the lubricant over the lining of the dark tunnel. But, as though the two things were somehow linked, although requiring less physical effort, each move generated progressively stronger thrills. The sheer tightness of that way into her provided most, but adding to those were what Hanna was also contributing.




Hanna Ch. 18-21



Once confident that she was actually able to take me she began to move her hips, at first tentatively pushing herself a little back and forth in time with my action. But when she found that even though I was thrusting gradually deeper and deeper she was still comfortable, she began to also sway them slowly from side to side.

The combination of greater depth, plus her movements sent the intensity of the sensations I was experiencing sky-rocketing. My cock felt as though it was being squeezed down some far too narrow pipe, the lining of which was firing off every single nerve along its entire length. But each time Hanna moved the pipe flexed, as though trying to bend and twist my rigidly rock-hard cock, the resulting pleasure-pain triggering a completely different set of receptors in my brain.

But adding to the thrills coming directly from my cock were those I was getting from looking down at her. Watching the muscles in her back and shoulders flexing and seeing the glorious cheeks of her arse swaying beneath me was also exciting, knowing that those movements were all just to provide me with pleasure, doubly so.

Then it occurred to me that in fact she could get some too, and without slowing the pace of my steady thrusting I gripped her hips tighter as I leaned forward. 'I've got you, so take your weight on just one arm, then reach back and play with yourself darling.' I said.

She did as I suggested and I could tell from the sounds she started making that my idea was immediately paying dividends. Until then she had said nothing, just giving occasional gasping grunts, but that quickly changed.

'Oh Mac! Mac darling, that's, that's wonderful!' she exclaimed. 'I never knew! And it feels as though it's good for you too!'

'It certainly is darling. I couldn't possibly describe just how good it feels. You are absolutely phenomenal my darling!'

'And you are for me too.' she gasped in a suddenly much louder voice. 'And it's starting darling, I'm coming again! Oh! Oh, I'm coming!' she cried.

Knowing that she was gave additional impetus to what I was already feeling, and then as her body tightened from her own contractions I felt that familiar, rising, searing surge begin. 'Oh Hanna! Hanna my love!' I heard myself cry, unable to prevent my thrusting getting both faster and more forceful as the pressure quickly rose higher.

'Yes Mac! Yes! Ooh yeeesss! Now darling, noowww!' she shrieked, her body twisting and bucking harder back against me as my body let everything go. Then we heaved and thrust together, our cries of mutual ecstasy blending as my cock exploded, then spat successive gouts of hot, sticky semen deep inside her convulsing body.

When I was done I didn't immediately pull back out of her and once I had recovered my breath I found that, perhaps because her arse was gripping it so tightly, even though my climax had been massive and totally draining, my cock remained as rock-hard as it had been before. Hanna could obviously feel that too and for the next few minutes made the most of that, slowly swaying her hips from side to side as she continued stimulating herself with her fingers.

At first I think she thought she might get me going again, but I was done, and when she realised that she said. 'Do you mind me doing this darling?'

'Of course not, it feels nice, but don't expect too much of me, I'm afraid you've temporarily exhausted me.'

'Not for long, I'm sure. But if you're sure you don't mind?'

'I'm happy for you darling, just enjoy!' I replied encouragingly.

And she did, giving herself a couple of admittedly smaller orgasms, and providing me with some extra thrills in the process, before pulling herself off me, then having given ourselves a quick wash, we returned to bed and snuggled up together.

*

Chapter 21

Speed and Spray

Not surprisingly we both slept until quite late the following morning and were sufficiently refreshed to start the day with a leisurely bout of more traditional style love-making. 'That's just about the best possible way to start a day. Another helping of that and I would happily go without breakfast.' she said as we lay cuddled together afterwards.

'Oh I think you might have to wait a bit longer for a repeat performance, and it's actually given me an even sharper appetite.' I replied.

'Ah well, I suppose I could substitute food if I have to. I don't want to be accused of wearing you out before the day has even begun.' she said with a happy smile. 'And perhaps my pussy is being just a little bit over-confident.' she added with a grin as she slid out of bed and headed for the bath-room.

'Don't be too long, I need to go too.' I said, suddenly conscious of the pressure in my bladder.

Once our essential needs had been taken care of we ordered breakfast then I shaved while Hanna showered, then had mine while she fixed her hair. 'What plans do you have for today darling?' she asked as I dried myself.

'No plans, but I have an idea, do you like boats and picnics?'

'Oh yes, to both.'

'OK, we can get them to put a picnic hamper together for us and then hire a boat, there are a few small islands around here we could explore. That is if you like the idea.'

'Sounds great darling, let's do it!'

Although Franko wasn't on duty that morning he had obviously briefed his deputy manager, Dimitri, and when I phoned down he couldn't have been more helpful. We discussed the details of what I required and he promised to have everything ready for me in about one hour, which gave us plenty of time to finish dressing and then enjoy a leisurely breakfast together before going down to reception.

Again Hanna had managed to combine Parisian chic with local cultural consideration. She was wearing just a plain, somewhat loose fitting, long sleeved blouse with a mid-calf length, wrap-around skirt, but still looked like a model stepping straight from the pages of Vogue.

'You look scrumptious darling.' I said as we left the apartment.

'Thank you, and you look very sexy in those shorts Mac, nice legs, and an even nicer butt.' she replied with a cheeky smile and a quick feel of my bottom as the lift doors opened for us.

Dimitri told me the boat would be waiting for me at the jetty. 'You will find a locker on the starboard side and your luncheon hamper and some beach accessories will be in there. A similar one of the port side contain all the boat's safety equipment. And this bag has some mid-morning refreshments.' He added, passing a small shoulder bag across the desk.

'Thank you Dimitri, I'll also need a map of the adjacent islands and surrounding waters.'

'Yes of course, that's here too.' he said, pulling a folded map out of the bag. 'May I ask where you are planning to go?'

'I was going to ask your advice about that. Somewhere scenic, but uncrowded, perhaps an hour or so's run?' I replied.

Dimitri had seen the two of us crossing the reception area and had only switched his attention to me when Hanna sat down and I had approached him. When I told him what I was looking for his eyes glanced across at Hanna again before giving me a half smile and saying. 'I think I understand Mr McHenry, there is an island, I have taken my girl-friend there a few times.' He opened the map and traced a line across it with his finger. 'Just here, it's not large, no more than a rocky outcrop really, there's a small lighthouse on top of it, unmanned of course. But there is a safe landing point on the far side, a small beach, quite a nice spot for picnics. And if you feel energetic enough there is a track to the top, and the view is well worth the effort, I assure you.'

'That sounds just the spot, a bit of exercise before lunch will improve our appetites.'

'And it's an impossible place to fish from, so it's unlikely that you will be disturbed afterwards. If you know what I mean.' he added with a knowing smile after another quick glance in Hanna's direction.

'Even better.' I said with an acknowledging grin.

Having completed the necessary paper-work I thanked him for his help, slipped an appropriate tip across the counter and turned to Hanna. 'All set darling?'

'Oh Mr McHenry.' Dimitri added. 'The man from the marina has the keys to the boat and will take you through the controls.'

Again I thanked him, took Hanna's hand and we headed out to the path leading down to the resort's boat-jetty. Then, after settling ourselves and a few minutes familiarisation with the boat, we were off, heading out of the bay and turning for the island Dimitri had recommended.

I found the boat very easy to drive and as the sea was unusually calm had no troubles at all, and Hanna stood beside me, completely unconcerned about the wind blown, salt-flecked spray that riffled through her hair. 'Wonderful Mac, absolutely wonderful!' she said, gripping the rail a little tighter as I steadily increased the speed.

The setting was more like a tourist promotion clip than reality, clear skies and a brilliant sun, calm seas and a speeding boat, a beautiful woman beside me and at that moment, not a single care in the world. We sped on for quite a long time, neither of us feeling the need to say a single word, simply enjoying the time, the place and each other's nearness.

'What a day, what a place! We are unbelievably lucky, aren't we!' she finally said above the thudding sound of the boat.

'We certainly are, well I certainly am!' I replied, taking one hand off the wheel then encircling her waist and pulling her closer.

'You mustn't forget that I'm feeling just the same way as you are darling.' she replied. 'I sometimes still have to pinch myself to prove this isn't all just a wonderful dream. I just hope it doesn't all unravel when we get back to Paris.' she added in a more sombre tone after a short pause.

'Why on earth should it?' I replied, squeezing her more tightly.

'Oh no reason, it's just something that I occasionally find nagging away in the back-ground. It's just that it all seems a bit too good to be true. Don't you sometimes think like that?' she added.

'Ah, I think I know what you mean darling. It's all been a bit too quick for us to get a firm grip of. As though we have been caught up in an emotional whirl-wind, and so there's a bit of a worry that it will let us down just as quickly. Is that what you mean?'

'Yes, exactly that.'

'That might be true if we were still kids, without the life experience you and I have already had. But we aren't, we are both very sensible, practical, mature people. We have, as they say, both been around a fair bit. So we come into a potential relationship with our eyes wide-open, not blinded by some romantic fairy story. And although we haven't known each other for that long, because of the unusual way we met we both actually already know a good deal more about each other than a couple would if they had met in a more conventional way.'

'You're right of course, it's not as if we were a couple of silly teen-agers. Forget I said it!' she said, putting her arm around me.

The controls were pretty basic, in fact quite idiot-proof, and as the sea was calm and we were nowhere near any other boats I had no trouble handling it with just one hand, so kept my arm firmly around Hanna's waist.

Again we fell into a contented silence for quite some time, then although my hold of Hanna remained quite steady the hand she had around me became anything but. At first its movements were no more than intermittent slips caused by the boat bouncing over a slightly larger wave. But after a while they became more deliberate, moving down to cup my bottom, sometimes gripping it, sometimes dropping lower to stroke the back of my thigh.

'As I said earlier, great legs, and a terrific butt.' she said, giving my arse an even stronger squeeze. 'And of course while you are driving you have no way of stopping me enjoying myself.' she added with a mischievous smile.

She was right of course, there wasn't, but then I had no reason to want to stop her either. The fact that she enjoyed handling me was both flattering and exciting, and the way she did so was also physically stimulating. But then there was nothing to stop me returning the favour either, and so I slid my hand down over her hip and began fondling her bottom too.

We did no more than that for a while, each apparently content to enhance the pleasure of the moment by slowly, quite undemandingly fondling each other. So of course as I had no idea of what was going through Hanna's mind I was taken by surprise when, some little time later, she turned and started undoing the waist-band of my shorts.

'You don't mind?' she asked with a cheeky grin.

'Of course not, if that's what you want to do.'

'Mmm, I do. The shorts look good on you, but they're a bit inhibiting. Let's see what's underneath them.' she added, tugging them down then kneeling to help me step out of them.

In anticipation of us perhaps having a swim, instead of regular underpants I had worn a pair of very light weight swim briefs underneath the shorts. 'Ah yes, that's better.' Hanna said when she saw them.

Even though what we had been doing with each other up to then had been no more than affectionate fondling, it had not been totally without effect. So although my cock was far from erect it must have slowly crept up to what's called 'half-mast', longer and fatter than when totally unaroused, and the briefs were so light-weight that its enlargement must have been immediately obvious.

'Much, better.' she added when she ran her hands up my legs, over the front of them, and then traced the outline of it with one finger-nail.

Rather than dulling them, the thin layer of fabric actually seemed to enhance the sensations I was getting as she did that, and when she repeated it several more times I felt a distinct pulsing beat starting. 'Much, much better.' she said in a low, slow voice as she felt my cock responding to her touch.

I looked down to see exactly what she was doing but she must have sensed that and grinned up at me. 'No Mac, you watch where we are going, we don't want to run into or over anything do we. And while you do that, I'll take care of this.'

She was obviously in no hurry and at first did no more than what she had started to do, running her finger-tips up and down the slowly expanding shaft, every now and then lightly circling the head. But of course once begun the snowball effect kicked-in, and minute by minute the sensations strengthened as my cock lengthened, stiffened and grew ever more sensitive.

'Mmm, that's looking really good now. But I think as there's nobody near enough to see us a bit of fresh air would be a good idea.' she said as though talking to herself, then reaching inside to unfasten the draw-string.

'Now doesn't that feel nicer?' she said, once she had taken the briefs off.

I admitted that it did, having the warm breeze blowing over and between my legs gave me feelings similar to those I'd experienced when skinny-dipping, a very sensual sense of freedom. 'Good, just a little more work required though.' she said, sliding one hand around behind me and turning my lower half a little more towards herself, then continuing to slowly stroke and caress my thighs, stomach and cock.

Some time after she had brought it up to a full erection she dropped to her knees and then from time to time, in between continuing to give it those caressing strokes, moistened it, sometimes by just swirling her saliva coated tongue around the head, sometimes by slipping her lips right down over it. Either added to my excitement and I felt my body twitching as my arousal grew progressively stronger.

Of course I had no objections to her giving me a solo climax, but couldn't see why she shouldn't also get some enjoyment too. 'This is taking an unfair advantage of me, and depriving yourself too.' I said, pulling away from her. 'As you said yourself, there's nobody within a mile of us, so...' I added.

'That's fair enough.' she agreed, getting to her feet then unfastening her skirt and letting it drop. I glanced sideways and saw that like myself, she was wearing a swim-suit under her things, not the g-string bikini she had worn the previous day, but a more practical two-piece. Having wriggled out of the bottom half of that she stood beside me again. 'It does feel good, doesn't it darling?' she said as her hand started fondling my bottom again.

'Wonderful!' I replied, doing the same as she was. 'But spread your legs a bit more please.' I added, cutting the boat's speed a little.

Having her do that meant I could slip my hand between them so my fingers could reach her pussy, and when I did that I found it was already warmly moist. 'I wonder what brought this on.' I said, letting them slip back and forth.

'You did, well anyway, thinking about you.'

'What thoughts exactly?'

'What we were talking about last night, early on, about you letting me watch you climax.' she said, giving a small gasp as my fingers pushed up between the poutingly swollen pussy-lips. 'Then being out here, miles from anywhere, just the sea and sky around us. I just felt so removed, so remote from everything, felt such freedom. It seemed the perfect time and place.'

'And why not.' I replied, not only excited by the idea of her doing it, but also by the thought that she had started to get turned-on by just thinking about doing so. 'But let's share the experience.' I added, further reducing the boat's speed before pulling her a bit closer and turning her a little more towards me.

As I slipped my hand back between her legs she bent a little forward and reached hers across me, one behind and the other in front. 'Move your legs apart a bit more too please darling.' she said, as her fingers closed around the stiffly swollen shaft of my cock.

Doing so gave her room to reach forward between them with the other hand, to reach my balls, and as she lifted and began to gently roll them the one around my cock started moving slowly up and down the by then steadily throbbing length. 'Ah yes, I can feel how much you like that.' she said, fractionally tightening her fingers. 'And I certainly like that!' she added with another gasp as mine pushed back up into her pussy. 'But let's give ourselves time to really enjoy it darling.' she said, slowing the movement of her hands as she wriggled herself down against mine.

I had no argument against that suggestion and for some time we stood there, one or other occasionally gasping, or our bodies twitching in response to what we were experiencing, but neither of us speaking as we quietly enjoyed the sensations we were giving each other.

Although I was limited in what I could do with only one hand and one set of fingers I did my best to make up for that by regularly changing the pattern of what I was doing. Sometimes concentrating on her pussy, stroking or slipping up and down between its increasingly wet folds. Sometimes reaching further forward, pressing my wrist up against it while my fingers stroked her stomach or combed through her pubic hair. And in between the various alternatives focusing my attention on her bottom, fondling and squeezing one or other cheek, or running my fingers up and down the crack between them and teasing her arse-hole.

Perhaps my reaction to what Hanna was doing for me was subdued by my mental acceptance that we should try to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible, coupled with the fact that while keeping part of my mind on controlling the boat I was also concentrating on making what I was doing to her as satisfying as I could. Whatever the reason, in spite of the stimulation her skilful fingers were giving me, although my cock grew positively rock-hard and the thrills I was feeling got steadily stronger, I had no sense that I was approaching a climax.

But then, during one of my forays down into the crack between the cheeks of her arse Hanna finally broke the silence. 'Have you been thinking about what we did last night?'




Hanna Ch. 18-21



'I wasn't really thinking about anything, just concentrating on the thrills you are giving me right now.' I replied in a somewhat croaky voice.

'Well I have been, I suppose what you have been doing reminded me of it. I could tell just how much you liked doing it that way, and I did too you know. You were so considerate about being careful not to hurt me, then so strong, so powerful. And I have been remembering how you, I mean your cock looked just before that. I felt sure I'd never be able to take all of it. Then when I did, when I felt it inside me, it felt even bigger than it had looked. And I could feel how excited you had got, feel it throbbing.'

She paused for a moment, perhaps recalling those sensations, but at the same time her hands seemed to intensify what they were doing. 'Was that just because we were doing it that way, because it was so much tighter for you?'

'I imagine so.' I replied with a catch in my voice, at the same time pushing my hand forward beneath her, searching for her clitoris with my finger-tips.

She gave a sudden, short gasp as I made contact, then asked. 'Does this remind you of how it felt?' Her hand tightening and then giving my cock a few really strong pumps.

After reminding me of the previous evening the change of grip and action certainly brought back the memory of the incredible sensations I'd got from fucking her arse. 'Urgh! Yes, yes it does!' I grunted, as much more powerful tremors coursed up through my body.

'Yes I can feel it does, and I'm so glad you are this responsive darling. But being able to see it is almost as good as feeling it inside me.' she said, her body jerking as my fingers began to stimulate her already jutting bud. 'And now it's starting to look almost as big as it felt it was last night.' she added excitedly as she continued the rhythmic pumping.

While keeping an eye out for any boats heading our way, I had of course also been watching what her hand was doing with my cock, the sight of those long, pale fingers curled so lovingly around it adding to the feelings they were giving me. That and the combination of time, place and the sheer unexpectedness of what was happening had certainly been effective, it looked massively engorged, the head bulging darkly, the veins down the shaft far more pronounced.

'Ah yes, that's fantastic, you really do have a magnificent cock darling. It's so big and hard, and getting hot too.' she said between grunts of pleasure as my busy fingers intensified their activity.

It felt hot and hard to me too, but right then the only thing I was really conscious of was the steady rise of the pressure building inside me. Even so, knowing my own climax was then building, and not wanting Hanna to miss out on having hers, I altered the position of my hand. While continuing to stimulate her clit with my fingers I bent my thumb back and pushed it up into the crack between the cheeks of her bottom. I found I could just reach her arse-hole, so pressed tightly against it until the tip slipped inside, then began moving it in and out.

'Uuugh! Uuugh!' she grunted as the combination sent her own excitement soaring.

Until that moment the hand cupping my balls had been treating them gently, just stroking and rolling them between her fingers. But then, as though encouraging them to unload their churning contents, her grip tightened, and she began rhythmically squeezing. At the same time as that the action of her other hand became much stronger, maintaining the same steady, deliberate pace, but pumping even more determinedly than before.

So the intensity of what we were doing to each other was such that it took only a few minutes for us both to reach crisis point.

'Yes darling! Yes! Come with me! Come now!' she suddenly cried as she squirmed herself down against my hand.

And as though in response to her entreaty I felt a sudden, dizzying rush flood through my body. 'Oh Hanna! You angel!' I heard myself crying as the pressure became almost unbearable.

'Yes! Yes! Oh yeeesss!' she cried even more loudly, grinding even harder down against my flashing fingers as the first load spurted explosively.

The force behind it made it splatter messily against the wind-shield and seeing that just seemed to further increase her excitement. 'Mon Dieu! Oh Mac! Uuurgh! Uuurgh! Oh shit!' she screeched in a choking voice as she pumped my erupting cock even more strongly, while still coping with the impact of her own orgasm.

Somehow we both managed to continue taking care of each other, my fingers and thumb working together to take her through to the end of her climax, while Hanna sent the last few gobbets of semen flying in every direction.

'That was fantastic darling!' she said in a low, somewhat awed tone of voice when we were both finally done.

'It certainly was, unexpected too.' I replied as her fingers continued fondling my slowly dwindling cock. 'But did I live up to your expectations?'

'Oh Mac darling, that's a silly question. But I don't have the words to describe it, so I guess you'll never know just how good it was for me.'

'Well you can see how good it was for me.' I said with a chuckle as I pointed to the blobs of semen oozing slowly down the wind-shield.

'Yes it was incredibly dramatic. Seeing the strength of that first burst sent me over the top. And I loved being able to hold you too, feel it pulsing each time it spouted. Just marvellous! But now I suppose I'll have to find something to clean us up a bit.' she added as she pulled herself forward off my hand and reached down for her skirt.

'You'll find a clean handkerchief in the pocket of my shorts, use that.' I said, pulling out the map Dimitri had given us and then checking our course. Surprisingly, in spite of all that had happened I hadn't veered off it too much and as I increased speed again I estimated we would reach the little island in twenty minutes or so.

Having put her skirt back on Hanna took care of us, then wetted the handkerchief and cleaned the congealing mess off the glass. 'That's better, but I think we'll let them try to work out what these stains are.' she said, pointing down at the trail snaking across the deck.

'I'm sure they've had worse to deal with darling. But if you would like to take the wheel for a minute I'll put my things back on. Apart from anything else I don't want to get sensitive bits sunburned.'

'Most definitely not!' she answered with a grin as she took the wheel from me. 'Any idea how far away we are from where we are heading?'

'About fifteen minutes I should think. It's that one there.' I replied, pointing ahead of us.

Hanna handled the boat quite confidently so I let her take it round the island, where I saw the small sandy cove Dimitri had mentioned. It was very small, but the water was so clear I could see there were no rocks in our path so let her take it all the way, just telling her when to cut the engine so we would drift in. Then grabbing the bow rope I jumped down into the water and hauled the boat as far up the beach as I could, then firmly secured the rope to steel pole someone had installed for just that purpose.

Getting back in the boat I tossed the aft anchor overboard, then as there was nothing I could do to prevent Hanna getting her feet wet, suggested she slip out of her sandals.

'Our lunch things are in one of the lockers, but it's a bit early for that. Dimitri said there is a rough track up to the light-house and that the view from there is well worth the effort. So why don't we leave our lunch things safely locked away while we get a bit of exercise, there are refreshments in this.' I added, picking up the shoulder bag.

She agreed that was a good idea and so having double-checked the boat lines were secure we went looking for the start of the track to the top.





Hanna Ch. 22-25



The following material is sexually explicit erotica.

If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file.

Chapter 22

The Taste of Honey

Although the climb was quite easy to begin with it quickly turned to a more rocky scramble, so in case she missed her footing and needed support I let Hanna go first. Of course that also gave me the opportunity to enjoy the sight of her bottom moving beneath her skirt, and with that and the slowly expanding view of the surrounding sea beneath us, I was more than perfectly content.

Although the little island was probably no more than a few hundred metres high the track wound circuitously around it and so it took us the best part of an hour to get to the top. But the view from there was more than worth the effort it had taken and for a few minutes we stood there in silence, turning slowly as we took it all in. In one direction was the island we had left a couple of hours earlier, its rocky outline blurred by the increasing heat haze. In another the start of a string of similar islands, then a vast expanse of almost glassy sea, its surface only broken here and there by a variety of large and small ships and boats heading in many different directions.

'What a view!' Hanna said softly. 'I'm so glad we came up here, and that we seem to have it to ourselves.' she added looking around the rocky outcrop.

'Dimitri said that other than a few locals not many people make the effort. But now how about some refreshments? It looks as though those were left where they are for just that purpose.' I said, pointing to a few flat-topped slabs of rock that had been moved to make a couple of rough benches beside the light-house.

'A very good idea darling.' she replied, moving towards them.

Until then we had felt hardly any wind, just the slow, almost sluggish movement of the air around us, but just as Hanna lifted one leg over the rock she was about to sit on, as though called up by some mischievous sprite, there was a sudden, quite powerful gust. As it blew past us it caught the free end of her wrap-around skirt and whisked it momentarily waist high, and in the second or two that it hung there I had a completely unobstructed view of the full length of one leg, right up to her crotch. Although brief the view was long enough for me to see the dark triangle of hair, and to realise that she hadn't put the bottom half of her swim suit back on after our activities in the boat.

As she tugged her skirt back down she looked up and saw from the expression on my face that I had seen her partial nakedness. 'Oh la la, I seem to have been a little forgetful.' she said with a cheeky grin.

'A charming trait, and a lovely surprise.' I said, sitting down on a rock opposite to her. 'Now I have two wonderful views to choose from. But first, some refreshments.' I added, opening the bag Dimitri had provided.

Inside it were a couple of plastic containers, two bottles of chilled fruit juice, some figs and serviettes. 'There don't seem to be any cups.' I said, handing one of the bottles to Hanna.

'I can get my lips around you, so I should have no problem coping with the neck of a bottle Mac.'

'But hopefully the contents will be more refreshing.' I replied with a smile as I began opening the containers.

The larger of the two was segmented and held some biscuits, goat's cheese and olives, the other contained half a dozen small squares of my favourite Greek delicacy, baklava. For the next few minutes we replenished the energy the climb had taken out of us, munching and drinking in silence. But although it may have seemed that I was concentrating on the tingling flavours of the cheese and olives, I was in fact also recalling the all too brief glimpse I'd had, the suggestive comment Hanna had made, and becoming all too aware that doing so was making something other than my taste buds prickle.

Having emptied the first container I used the lid of the other one as a plate and divided the baklava between us, relishing the sweetness of the dripping honey, which tasted all the sweeter after the salty tang of the other things we had eaten.

'You obviously like honey.' Hanna said as she watched me carefully licking each of my fingers.

'Mmm, I love it in, or on anything, I always have. When I was a kid I was forever getting into trouble from Mum for nicking it by the spoonful.'

'So would you like to lick mine too?' she said, extending her hand towards me.

'With pleasure.' I replied, moving to sit alongside her. Of course having licked and sucked the stickiness from her fingers I had to do the same to her lips, then swirled my tongue around inside her mouth for any remaining traces.

'Very thorough.' she said with a giggle when we broke for air. 'But there is still some left in the bottom of the box, if you would like that too darling.'

I nodded and reached for it, but she was quicker than I was. 'No, let's see if we can make it more interesting, for both of us.' she said cryptically. 'Just move back a bit please.'

When I pushed myself further along the slab of rock that gave her room to move, and having undone the waist-band of her skirt she lifted one leg up and over so she was straddling it. The skirt fell away, leaving her naked from the waist down and I stared at the furry triangle of pubic hair, automatically licking my lips as I began to understand what she had in mind.

As I had guessed she would, she ran her fingers around the bottom of the container then gave me a truly wicked smile as she lay back and slowly spread the glistening, sticky sweetness over and between her pussy-lips.

Again I found myself licking my lips as for a few moments I did no more than stare down at her, my mouth salivating at the prospect of still more honey, the rest of my body responding to the sudden rush of blood triggered by what else she was offering me. Then I pushed my hands underneath her bottom and lifted her a little so I could more easily reach the delicacy she had provided.

'Ah yes darling! That's wonderful!' she sighed when I began to slowly lick her. 'You have a truly magical tongue.' she added, relieving the strain on my arms by arching her hips higher, then apart from gradually intensifying sighs of pleasure, falling silent. 

The tightness I had felt in my shorts when I'd had that first, fleeting glimpse beneath her skirt had increased dramatically when she fully exposed herself, and grew even more when I began to lick her. And as I was in no rush, thoroughly enjoying both the taste of the honey and the knowledge that I was at the same time also giving her pleasure, the longer I took the stronger it got.

At first I simply ignored it, concentrating on making sure I licked up every last trace of honey, and as she had trailed her fingers up over herself that meant checking right up through her pubic hair. My exploring tongue and sucking lips triggered a series of soft gasps of surprised delight from her, sounds that deepened a little when I also began lightly stroking her hips and thighs with my finger-tips.

All that time her hands had been lightly caressing my neck, shoulders and back, but as my tongue returned to lick and probe her increasingly moist pussy I felt them tightening, then felt her finger-nails digging sharply into my flesh. Sensing she was finally starting to build towards her climax I slid my hands back under her bottom, lifting her even higher and then began to flick and swirl her jutting clitoris with my tongue.

Even as I started doing that I could feel my own sexual tension rising and was even more conscious of the way my rock-hard cock was by then straining almost painfully against the restrictions of my shorts. So as her body responded to her rapidly approaching orgasm, muscles tightening and locking, I took the opportunity to free it by reaching one hand down to undo, then push my shorts and swim briefs down over my hips.

By then I knew Hanna well enough to know that she rarely had a single peak and having taken her through to the end of her first I pulled her further along the slab of rock until her bottom was resting on its edge. In that way, although I still had to bend my knees quite a bit, I was able to get into her.

As all her senses had been focussed on her climax, until the moment she felt my cock-head pushing her pussy-lips apart she probably hadn't thought about what I might do next, but as I pressed it deeper her eyes flew open. 'Oh yes! Yes darling!' she cried in an excitedly surprised voice, then, as she swung her legs up around my waist and urged me to thrust even deeper, added. 'Fuck me, please fuck me hard!'

Although the position was awkward for me, and I had some concern about how painful the rock beneath her might prove to be, given her apparent need, and the pressure that had built inside me, I really had no choice. And so I did just as she'd asked, fucked her, fast and hard, very, very hard. 

Her pussy was so wet from the combination of the thorough licking I had given it and her resulting climax that the first thrust had buried the entire length of my cock deep inside her. But having her legs lifted and locked around me had tightened her abdominal, pelvic and thigh muscles. So each time I thrust I was receiving two, very distinct types of thrill, although the already sensitive head was slipping back and forth between moistly clinging folds, the shaft was being held in a tight, clamping grip. Then somewhere deep inside my brain the two separate sensations seemed to be fusing together, producing waves of blinding excitement that flooded through my entire body. 

But even as the resulting ecstasy intensified I remember having the fleeting thought that somehow every time we made love the thrills, and their effects were in some way different to every other time. And like so many other things about Hanna, that was something I had never experienced with any other woman I had known.

My thrusting obviously restarted her orgasm because after only half a dozen strokes she began crying loudly and doing her best to buck herself harder up onto my pistoning cock. Seeing the almost desperate strength of her response I drove faster and harder, feeling large beads of sweat breaking out on my forehead as I steadily increased both speed and power.

Although the thrills I was getting from the slick tightness of her pussy were strong, even stronger was an overwhelming drive to give Hanna as much pleasure as I possibly could, and that, plus the fact that it wasn't that long since the totally draining orgasm she'd given me in the boat, gave me the will-power to at least partially repress my own needs. And in some strange way also helping me was the increasingly hot sun beating down on my back, giving me feeling I was actually drawing energy from it, and so might be capable of fucking her almost indefinitely.

So for quite some time I just watched Hanna, watched her eyes flickering briefly open and staring up into mine, watched the increasing number of spots of perspiration appearing on her forehead, and her mouth gaping wide as she sucked in sustaining breaths of air. I also saw the slowly changing expressions on her face and could tell from those that the feelings my steadily pistoning cock were sending through her body were transporting her to some other, private, and perhaps quite secret place.

I took her to two or three more orgasms but by then, given there was only a hard slab of rock beneath her, I was having a very real concern as to what my pounding her down against it had been doing to her. So when I felt her body relaxing at the end of a particularly strong climactic peak I slowed down and eased my cock back a little, leaving just the head inside her.

Her breathing was rapid and shallow, by then her face was covered with sweat, and although she had opened her eyes and was looking straight up at me, her gaze appeared cloudy and unfocussed. But although her words were also blurred and muffled by her hissing gasps I managed to hear most of what she said. '... like a god! Like I've been fucked by a Greek god!'

Hearing her say that gave my ego a terrific boost, and the implication that she was already more than satisfied seemed to give me the green light to simply concentrate on just my own needs. And as I could tell from the rapidly increasing tension that right then my own climax was not far off, I did just that.

But as I was also still worried about what lying on the rock might have been doing to her back I held myself in check a little and used a carefully restrained technique to get myself off.

As she still had her legs locked around my waist, even though the rest of her body was much less tense, the muscles around her pussy were still taut, still holding my cock in that tightly clamping grip. So, pulling back until I had just the head inside them, and then using just short, unhurried movements, I began to push back and forth, getting shock like thrills from the super-sensitive rim each time it rubbed against her pussy-lips.

As I began I saw Hanna's eyes clear and for a few moments her sweat coated face was creased by a puzzled look. But then she suddenly seemed to understand exactly what I was doing, realised what was causing the look of tense excitement on my face, and she smiled as her legs gripped me even more tightly.

'Yes darling, like that, make yourself come by doing it just like that!' she hissed as she continued to stare up at me.

Perhaps it was just that all that I had been doing had made my cock-head even more swollen, but it actually felt to me as though she had somehow brought even more muscles into play. Whatever the cause, the friction had certainly become much stronger, intensifying the delirious sensations I was experiencing, sending my level of excitement right up off the scale, and quickly taking me to the brink of climaxing.

I felt the dizzying rush of it approaching, felt my aching balls rising, felt a range of muscles tightening in anticipation, and knew it was then just a few seconds away. But, for some reason, instead of finally thrusting deep inside her as I normally would have done, I did as she'd suggested, in fact slowing and restricting my actions even more, keeping my cock-head between her tightly gripping pussy-lips and moving it just enough so they grazed back and forth over its rim.

And just as I had brought it on in a way I had never done before, when it came it seemed unlike any other orgasm I had ever experienced.

In the split second before it actually began, although I managed to hold in check the desperate urge to thrust powerfully forward, I felt the rest of my body arching backwards as my eyes clamped shut. Then, with every nerve end firing, and every fibre stretched almost to breaking point, it was as though an inexorably rising flood had finally breached its restraining dam. And instead of my cock firing off the usual series of jolting bursts, that time it felt more like a hose that had been blocked, then suddenly untwisted, the instantaneous release of pressure virtually emptying my balls in a single, unbelievably powerful jet.

I heard a deafening bellow and a much higher pitched squealing sound echoing off the surrounding rocks as I unloaded, then as I was gripped by the still body wracking follow-up rushes I lost interest in everything except the sensations ripping through my body and the resulting fire-works display inside my head.

When, sometime later I was released from the delirium that had overwhelmed me, I found myself being pulled tightly down against Hanna's comforting body, held tight by both her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She was murmuring softly in my ear. 'Wonderful man, wonderful, wonderful! So strong, virile, yet also loving and caring. You'll never know just what you do to me. But for now just stay still, rest a minute, get your strength back.'

I couldn't argue with her, I felt both exhausted and utterly drained, and was glad to do as she'd suggested, give myself a chance to control my gasping fight for breath, give my heart a minute or two to at least slow its racing beat.

But when I had regained a degree of normality the first thought that came into my mind was for Hanna's back, the concerns I'd had earlier returned with a rush. Pushing myself free of her encircling arms and legs I pulled her up with me. 'How's your poor back my darling?' I croaked, ignoring her semi-nakedness and turning her around to check for myself.

Surprisingly, although there were a couple of patches of redness there weren't any actual abrasions, and it didn't look as though she would bruise either. I could only think that the skirt had somehow become bunched up and provided just enough cushioning to withstand the pounding I had given her earlier.

'You seem to have come through all that relatively unscathed.' I said, bending to plant kisses on the redness. 'A couple of patches are slightly red, but nothing that won't fade quite quickly. I was worried I might have done more damage than that to you.'

'I didn't really care.' she said, turning to face me. 'You were magnificent, everything a girl could ask for, and much, much more. Putting up with a few scrapes and bruises would have been a very small price to pay.' she added, pulling my face closer so she could kiss me.

Again the only thing I had available to clean us up with was the already damp and balled up handkerchief she had used to wipe my semen off the boat's wind-shield. I gave my still dripping cock a quick wipe and handed it to her. 'Sorry but this is all we've got I'm afraid.'

'Don't worry, we can have a swim when we get back down to the beach.' she replied, giving herself a quick wipe. 'One small price a woman has to pay for really great sex is what trickles out and down her legs when she gets up afterwards. And from the way you came I think virtually all of it will be yours this time.' she added as she fastened the skirt around her waist.

'I only wish I could have somehow taken a photograph of your face right then darling.' she said as we got up to retrieve our clothes. 'Although what you did was totally unexpected, even just the expression on it told me how powerful a climax you were having. And the combination of what you were doing and being able to watch your reactions gave me another little one too.' she added with a low giggle.

'Really? I couldn't tell.'

'I think you were off somewhere else at that moment darling. Just as I was, earlier, when you gave me that incredible series of orgasms. I hope you don't mind, but it was all so utterly amazing that I drifted off into a private fantasy.'

'I seem to remember you muttering something, something about Greek gods?'

She gave that spine-tingling, deep-throated laugh I had grown to love so much. 'Mmm, that's right. You were so powerful that I fantasised about you being one, one of the gods. You had carried me up to Olympus, so you could ravish me there. And I was certainly very thoroughly ravished, and loved every minute of it.' she added with a chuckle.

'And you still had another orgasm when I climaxed?'

'Just a little one, little but nice.' she replied with a grin. 'Because I had got so aroused my nubbin was still erect, and the way you were doing it meant you were rubbing directly against it.'

'Nubbin?'

'Sorry, clitoris. Nubbin was the closest English word I could find for what we used to call it as school-girls. Anyway, as I said, it was the combination of a lot of things. The fact that I was still so aroused, you doing it the way you did, and being able to see reflected on your face the effect of what you were experiencing. And then to top all that off was feeling you come so amazingly powerfully. It was so strong that I could feel it jetting into me, and it's not often a woman can actually feel that.' she added.

'Yes it was strong, partly because I'd been holding myself back so I could increase your pleasure, and partly because doing it like meant the stimulation was very localised, so it was much more intense than usual.'




Hanna Ch. 22-25



'I'll remember that, it might come in handy sometime. But now I don't know about you, but after everything else this sun is starting to get to me.'

'Yes, me too. Let's get back down to the beach, have that swim, and then find some shade where we can eat.'

We did just that, hurried back down the rocky path, then as there was still nobody else around, simply stripped off and plunged into the warm, but still coolly refreshing sea.




Chapter 23

Just a Quiet Evening

Having cooled off and dried ourselves we unpacked the things from the boat, which as well as the food, included both a large beach umbrella and some folding, canvas chairs. And the resort had also done us proud for the lunch itself, in addition to cold chicken and an egg-plant and zucchini salad, there was some delicious spiced lamb, more goat's cheese and olives, crusty rolls, and a selection of fresh fruits. To wash it all down was a bottle of still chilled, white wine, which although initially a little sweet for our taste, certainly blended well with the food.

Our swim had refreshed us and after the vigorously exhausting love-making we had shared, we found we were both ravenous, and eagerly ate everything that had been provided.

Apart from the occasional complimentary comment about what we were eating we did so in relative silence, both needing to recharge our energy levels before thinking too much about anything else. But when we were down to just the fruit, and were both feeling sated, and perhaps a little drowsy, Hanna said. 'Have you had any thoughts about this evening darling?'

'Not really, being Sunday it will probably be pretty quiet, and of course some people will have already left. Why, is there something you'd like to do?'

'Well, after a full day in the sun, and everything else that's happened.' she added with a grin. 'I think we might both be feeling a bit lethargic. So why don't we just have a quiet evening together, have something to eat sent up to us. Unless you don't particularly want to do that of course.'

The idea immediately appealed, and although at that very moment I doubted I would be able to find the energy to take full advantage of the opportunity, the thought of us together in our room for several hours did set my imagination running. 'No, I like it, like it a lot.' I replied. 'And once dinner has been brought up we can put the 'Do not disturb' notice on the door.' I added with a cheeky grin.

'So we should make sure we get some rest between now and then?'

'I think so. And I don't know about you, but I'm ready for a bit of a nap right now.' I said.

'Mmm, me too, I'm far too comfortable to move for a while yet.'

So, having cleared away our lunch things and re-stowed them in the boat we both took a much-needed nap for an hour or so.

When we woke we found the sun had moved around behind the rock and the air was much cooler, but by the time we had put the beach things in the boat and cast off we had quickly warmed up again. 'I hope you're not planning a repeat performance of what you did on the way out. Especially if you are hoping for a bit of action from me later on.' I said when we were well under way.

'No, I'll leave you in peace for a bit, I don't think your fluid levels would be fully up again just yet. And don't worry, I'm not expecting a revisitation from the gods this evening. Anyway I was so thoroughly ravished I'm not sure my anatomy would take it if they did.'

'Oh I'm sure you would manage. And although wanting you has nothing to do with my fluid levels, even the gods weren't inexhaustible.'

'True, and it is interesting how some things that drive us are tempered by our physical capabilities, while others aren't.'

'I'm not sure I follow you.' I said.

'Well, what we both just said about our bodies needing more recovery time before making love again, even though mentally we both still want each other. Our bodies put a physical limitation on our actions, even though our heads may be trying to push us on. Physical satiation, or simply its limitations, suppresses the mental driver. It's the same with food. No matter how ravenous we might think we are, there's a limit to how much we can take at one time.'

'Well of course.'

'But think about other drivers, power, avarice, greed, for instance. Some people, no matter how much they acquire, it's never enough. There's no similar, automatic limitation on their driver.'

'I've never thought about that.'

'Neither had I before this, your comment about still wanting me prompted it. But it is strange, and it would be a much nicer world if the limitation rule applied across the board, wouldn't it.'

'It certainly would.' I agreed, immediately thinking about the obscenely excessive wealth of just a tiny minority of people. 'But somewhere in our genes, or at least in those of a few, there must be something that's of general benefit to the species, or it would have been evolved out of us by now.'

'Oh I think it's more likely that a drive for creativity, or something like that, gets corrupted in some people. Perhaps it's a little similar to truly creative people, composers, artists, people like that, who are never satisfied with what they have done, always need to be improving it, or doing something new.'

'That's an odd comparison.'

'I know, as I said, I haven't thought about this before. But there's a bit of sense in what I suggested. It's the same lack of limitation, never being satisfied with what they have already achieved. You'd have to agree to that part.'

The way she expressed it certainly did make sense, though trying to compare Mozart with Rockefeller was still a bit difficult. As was the realisation that my passing comment implying that although virtually drained of semen I could still want her, had triggered such a complex intellectual process.

'I hadn't realised you did social philosophy on the side.' I said in an effort to lighten the conversation.

She slipped her arm around my waist and gave me a smile. 'I was getting a bit heavy there. But it is an interesting thought, don't you think?'

'Oh I agree with you, but I need to think it through a bit more thoroughly, and this week-end isn't the time for that.' I replied, pulling her close enough to kiss her.

'OK, back to sex!' she said brightly when we pulled apart again. 'So tell me, who or what do you fantasise about?'

'What do you mean?'

'Well I told you about that one of mine, about being ravished on Mount Olympus by one of the gods, what comes into you mind when we are having sex?'

I thought for a moment or two before answering. 'You, and what I'm feeling.'

'Nothing more?'

'Sorry, but no. Does that make me dull and boring?'

She smiled. 'You're far from that Mac, in fact I suppose it's a compliment really. But what about other times, you must have fantasies, day-dreams?'

'Nor really, at least not very often, just think how far I had to dig back to find a scenario for you to stage for me. And you have to remember that the things that can turn me on are a bit different to what was in your fantasy.'

'Mmm, that's true, your fantasies are less active, more visual, more cerebral.'

'Is that good?'

She laughed. 'I don't think there's any such thing as good or bad fantasies, at least not in the range of normal ones. I mean there are plenty of weirdoes around who think of nothing but what they'll do to some child, or how many pieces they'll chop a person up into. But excluding them, I think most people's fantasies sometimes hop them over the fence of usual decency, allowing them to mentally roam around in a field of otherwise forbidden fruit.'

'That's a very poetic description of what we might otherwise call, perverted thoughts.'

'Well I have always made a very clear distinction between thoughts and actions. One of the secrets of the success of the Foundation has been that what we do allows people to get a brief, albeit very controlled taste of those fruits.'

'True, and I can personally attest to the effectiveness of what you do.'

'So, back to you. Does what you said mean that a brief glimpse of something has a more powerful effect than seeing a woman fully naked? Like when we first went up to the light-house, when that gust of wind caught my skirt.'

'First you must remember three things. One, the other stuff in my head doesn't apply to you, well not directly, and certainly not exclusively. I mean you are a whole person, not some disembodied thought generated by a brief glimpse of something. I am attracted to who you are, your personality, your mind, your actions, not by just a series of body parts. Of course I am physically aroused by looking at you, I'd be pretty weird if I wasn't. And, as we talked about before, the element of surprise and anticipation naturally pushes that arousal higher. So, seeing you weren't wearing any panties was arousing, but not in anything like the way a glimpse of some other woman without any might. Do you follow me?'

'I think so darling.'

'OK. Second, as you implied, in most people, fantasies have little or nothing to do with their actions. In fact from what little I've read it seems that even people who experiment with recreating their fantasies more often than not end up being disappointed. I agree that what you do at the Foundation is contrary to that, but much of that success must be attributed to the fact that it is so professionally staged. Most of the time, in most of the people, their fantasies are kept shut away in a secret, locked compartment of their mind. A compartment that is opened up just every now and then, usually for a private viewing.'

'I'll agree to that.'

'And third, as I think we've also talked about before, most men, most of the time, respond more strongly to a woman, or to an image of a woman, who still has at least something on. Where there's still an element of mystery left.

Now I'm not saying that even if all of that applies to other men, which it may very well not, that they would still react the same way that I do when they are actually making love. But in my case, and with you, there is literally no room in my head for fantasies. To put it in very impersonal terms, once that process is under way, every neurone is flat out just keeping up with what is actually happening to us.'

'You are starting to make me feel a bit guilty about having mine.'

'No, that's not the point behind what I'm saying. What goes on in your head is yours. I'm very privileged if you sometimes want to share that with me, but it's still your own, very personal response. And anyway, being transformed into a Greek god is flattering, to say the least.' I added with a grin. 'But now, as we're sharing this stuff, tell me, do you often drift off into a fantasy like that?'

'Oh no, that's the first time, well the first with you, I used to quite a bit with the previous man in my life, but that was for other reasons. No, up to now I have been more like you, too busy coping with what's actually going on to have time for other thoughts. I've no idea why I did this time.'

'I think it's a function of time and place. Being made love to on top of an isolated rock in the middle of the Aegean. I should think that's more that's enough to set off a fantasy.'

'You're the one who said we should stop using euphemisms, right then you weren't making love to me, you were fucking me darling.'

'True, but that's what you asked me to do.'

'Also true, because after what you had already done to me that was exactly what I needed. But in future I'll have to remember to keep a jar of honey handy, for those times when I feel in need of what your tongue does for me.'

'You don't need to bribe me with honey darling, just say something, I love going down on you, any time.'

'Yes you do don't you, I can tell that from the way you do it. I'm a very lucky woman.' she added, giving me a really tight squeeze.

'And I'm an equally lucky man.' I replied, doing the same thing to her, then while the boat sped on we both fell into a thoughtful silence, no doubt digesting all that we had spoken about.

Once we had moored the boat at the jetty and returned the keys and the remains of lunch to the reception desk we headed upstairs for a much needed shower. She suggested that as I would be quicker I should go first, which would give her time to decide what to wear for the evening. Grinning at, but otherwise ignoring my suggestion that 'nothing' would suit me just fine.

I slipped on a bath-robe when I was finished and when I came out of the bath-room she told me she had left a beer and a few biscuits for me on the balcony, and then went in for hers.

The drink and biscuits were around on the opposite side of the table, but as the sun was sinking lower in the sky and if I had been facing the view I would have been looking straight it into it, I sat where she had put them. That meant I was looking back into the bed-room, and I saw Hanna that had left the bath-room door open.

Although I couldn't see her while she was in the shower, the prospect of catching at least a glimpse of her later was exciting. I wondered if she had remembered what I had earlier said about wishing I'd had the opportunity to watch her either undressing or dressing, and if so, if the door had been left open on purpose.

The prospect of being able to watch her prompted thoughts of what images I had already been able to store away from our wonderful day out together, and as the minutes passed, like a series of snap-shots on the slowly turning pages of a photograph album, various scenes and pictures came back into my head.

The stunning picture of how she had looked first thing that morning, and the envious grin Dimitri had given me after he'd also taken a good look at the woman I would be sharing the day with.

The sight of her long, pale fingers curled lovingly around my cock when we'd stimulated each other during the outward trip. The way my cock looked as a result of the powerful pumping she had been giving it, fully engorged, the head and the veins down the shaft bulging darkly. 'Ah yes, that's fantastic, you really do have a magnificent cock darling. It's so big and hard, and getting hot too.' She'd said between grunts of pleasure from what my own fingers were doing for her.

Then the moment I'd climaxed, watching the exploding semen splattering against the wind-shield, and how seeing that had just seemed to further increase Hanna's excitement, vigorously pumping my erupting cock while coping with her own orgasm.

The never to be forgotten scenes up at the light-house, not only the magnificent view of the surrounding seascape, but the momentary, but absolutely unforgettable glimpse I'd been given when the gust of wind had caught the end of her wrap-around skirt and whisked it waist high.

As it hung there I'd had an unobstructed view of the full length of one leg, right up to her crotch, seeing the dark triangle of her pubic hair. And the sound of her voice when she'd seen from the expression on my face that I'd glimpsed her nakedness, completed the memorable image. 'Oh la la, I seem to have been a little forgetful.' she'd said with a cheeky grin.

But even more exciting was the view I'd had just a little while later, when she'd spread honey on her pussy for me. As she stripped off her skirt and I stared down at her furry mound, I'd known what she intended, and licked my lips in anticipation. Then I watched as she ran her fingers around inside the container, then, with a truly wicked smile she'd lain back and slowly spread the glistening, sticky sweetness over and between her pussy-lips.

I remembered staring down at her for a few moments, feeling my mouth salivating and the rest of my body responding with a sudden rush of blood. Remembered exactly what her pussy had looked like when I pushed my hands under her bottom and lifted her so I could more easily reach the delicacy she'd offered.

And strongest of all was the most recent memory, of her face when I had finally fucked her so powerfully.

At first he eyes had flickered briefly open, staring up into mine, an increasing number of spots of perspiration appearing on her forehead, and her mouth gaping wide open as she sucked in sustaining breaths of air. Then I'd seen the look on her face slowly changing, and could tell that the effect of steadily pistoning cock was transporting her to some other, private, and perhaps quite secret place.

Having taken her to two or three orgasms, because of my concerns about what the slab of rock might have been doing to her back, I'd slowed down and eased my cock out a little, leaving just the head inside her. By then her breathing was rapid and shallow, her face covered with sweat, and although she had opened her eyes and looked straight up at me, her gaze appeared cloudy and unfocussed. But even though her words were muffled by her hissing gasps I managed to hear most of what she said. '... like a god! Like I've been fucked by a Greek god!'

Of course that had given my ego a terrific boost, and as the implication was that she was already more than satisfied, it seemed to give me the green light to simply concentrate on just my own needs. Feeling my own climax was not that far off, I did just that, using a much more carefully restrained technique to get myself off.

As I began to push back and forth, her still tightly clamping pussy-lips sending shock-like thrills racing through me each time the super-sensitive rim rubbed against them, I'd seen Hanna's previously glazed eyes clear, then her sweat face creased by a puzzled look. But then when she'd seen the incredibly tense excitement on my face she'd suddenly understood exactly what I was doing, and as her legs gripped me more tightly, she'd smiled. 'Yes darling, keep doing it just like that!' She'd hissed as she continued to stare up at me.

Whether because my cock-head had became even more swollen, or because she'd brought some additional muscles into play, the friction suddenly became much, much stronger, intensifying the delirium I was experiencing, and quickly taking me to the brink of climaxing. For some reason, although I'd felt the dizzying rush of it, felt my aching balls rising in anticipation of it, instead of thrusting deeper inside her I held back, restricting my action even more than I had been. And, just as I had brought it on in a way I had never done before, it had been totally unlike any other orgasm I had ever experienced.

I remembered hearing my own deafening bellow, and Hanna's higher pitched squealing sound echoing off the surrounding rocks as the jet spouted from me, then nothing but the sensations that had ripped through my body.

Then the memory of what she'd said a little later came back to me, when I'd found myself being pulled tightly down against her, held tight by both her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She'd murmured softly in my ear. 'Wonderful man, wonderful, wonderful! So strong, virile, yet also loving and caring. You'll never know just what you do to me.'

And in spite of the mind-blowing excitement we'd shared during the day, the loving tone I'd heard in her voice at that moment was in fact the most powerful of all those images and memories.

But, just as that thought occurred to me, my eyes registered a movement, Hanna had obviously finished her shower and was drying herself, and every now and then I caught sight of a hand, a foot and part of an arm or leg. I snapped myself back to reality and stared through the window, across the bed-room and into the bath-room.

I was soon rewarded, she moved across in front of the mirror to dry her hair, and although she had her back to me the sight was more than enough to set my pulse beating more quickly. And although it was the tautly rounded globes of her buttocks that really held my attention, the sensually curving line of her back and long, slender length of her legs added to the reactions I immediately felt.




Hanna Ch. 22-25



As she stood there, towelling, then combing and brushing her hair I felt myself getting tense, then felt my cock twitching as it began to fill.

Then she turned and reached up behind the door, giving me a momentary glimpse of the even more arousing sight of one upsweeping breast, and I felt my fingers tingling, itching to hold it, fondle it. But the moment was gone in a flash and I was disappointed to see her slip on a light, silk robe.

She gave no indication that she knew I was watching her, even when she came out from the bath-room she didn't appear to glance in my direction. But then I might not have seen it if she had because she hadn't actually fastened the robe and as she walked it drifted apart, giving me even more arousing glimpses of her full, truly beautiful nakedness.

But although those were all too brief I soon discovered there were many more delights still in store for me.

She slid the wardrobe doors apart and sat in front of the vanity section, and although she had her back to the window the angle enabled me to see her in three quarter profile. I watched as she completed the final touches to her hair, holding my breath each time she raised her arm and the thin silk clung to the shape of her breast. Then had to make do with imagining what lay beneath it as she put on her make-up.

But even that was in its own way arousing. Being able to see her doing the things women normally prefer to do in private was extremely erotic, and I watched just as carefully as she was herself applying a light base, then eye-shadow, lipstick, and finally, a little perfume.

Once she'd finished her face she opened a drawer and took some things out, and then my heart began really racing when she half turned and started to put on stockings. They were black, obviously very sheer, and so to prevent snagging them she had to unroll them cautiously. And as that gave me longer to see the full length of her leg, watch the stocking being slowly eased higher and higher, I certainly had no complaints about how long it took her. From the moment I'd realised what she was about to do my cock had reacted, blood suddenly coursed into it, lengthening and thickening it. And as I watched first one leg, then the other being slowly encased, it grew to full size, the head grazing against the rough towelling robe as it jerked itself upright.

But Hanna still hadn't finished, once the grip-tops were in place she shrugged the robe back off her shoulders and put on a bra, also black, and also very sheer. Then she stood up and I felt my mouth suddenly become very dry, and the palms of my hands slightly damp as I watched her slipping on a pair of matching, but extremely skimpy panties.

When she was satisfied that what little there was of them fitted snugly, she turned, facing me, and after giving me a few moments more to just look at her, beckoned for me to go inside.

I pushed back the chair and stood up, and saw her eyes immediately drop. As I moved my straining cock had found the gap in the front of my robe and was rearing almost vertically. It was her turn to watch me, watch my cock bouncing about as I stumbled around the table and then through the open door into the bed-room.

'You obviously enjoyed my little show Mac.' she said as we stood looking at each other from opposite sides of the bed.

'Very much. Thank you for remembering what I said about wanting to be able to do that darling.'

'It's the reverse of what most men like.'

'Watching you do anything at all is arousing Hanna. Intimate, personal things are even more so.'

'I had better be careful then, there might be times when I might not be able to cope with the results of my actions, even though they might be inadvertent.'

'Was this inadvertent?' I asked, moving around towards her.

'Oh no, anything but my darling.' she replied, opening her arms to embrace me.

We made love, having carefully removed the things she had so enticingly put on for me, slowly, lovingly, kissing, fondling and fully exploring each other's bodies for a long, long time before finally giving each other deeply satisfying orgasms. Then lay there, gently caressing each other, occasionally kissing, sharing our individual memories of the truly wonderful day we'd had together.




Chapter 24

The Evening, the Night

Much later, after sponging off the caking traces of our love-making and refreshing ourselves we dressed then sat down with the room-service menu and planned our meal. By then we were both hungry and although neither wanted anything too heavy, we went for the full spread, appetisers, entree, main course and desert, plus a couple of wines to complement the various dishes we had each chosen. Having rung our order down I poured us each a drink and we went out on to the balcony to enjoy it.

'This has been a wonderful time Mac.' she said softly. 'I can't tell you just how much I have enjoyed it.'

'The same goes for me too darling. It's a pity we have to go back.'

'Mmm. But reality awaits us both.'

'But hopefully it's a different reality to what we each had before.' I replied.

'Meaning?'

'Meaning before we met. I know we sort of agreed not to talk any more about it until we are back in Paris, but before meeting you my reality was very lonely, busy, but lacking true fulfilment. I would like to think that has changed, now that I have met you.'

'It might change in ways that you don't really want Mac.' she said hesitantly.

'It's your turn to explain darling.'

'Meeting as we have, sharing what we have, it's really only been, or at least has primarily been, well, physical. Reality is much more than that. No matter how good the physical is, and I hasten to add that with you it is far more wonderful than anything I have previously experienced, but as I said, no matter how good it is, it is not the totality of life. And in time it's importance will wane.'

'But we also share other things too, don't forget that. Although the memories of the physical things seem to dominate everything else, I think you'll find we have actually spent more time talking than we have making love, and I have enjoyed every minute of that too. Maybe not as much as I have enjoyed making love with you, but I have enjoyed it.' I added with a grin.

'I also Mac, very, very much. Our minds and interest have much in common. But...'

'But what?'

'But, as I said, it depends what we want our reality to be.'

Although it hadn't been my intention to say what I did, and one part of my brain cautioned me as to the risk I was taking if it wasn't something she wanted to hear, I ignored that and said. 'Hanna, I want my future reality to include you, and not just include, I want to share it with you, all of it, all the time.'

She took my hand, lifted and turned it, then pressed her lips to its palm. 'That's the most wonderful thing anyone has ever said to me Mac. And I feel much the same way too. But.' she added, restraining my overly enthusiastic response. 'But, neither of our lives are simple, they are complex, and meshing them may be more problematical than either of us might wish.'

'Solving problems is what I'm good at, that's essentially how I earn my living darling.' I replied.

'I know that my darling. So does this mean you want us to start solving some of our problems now, rather than leaving such practicalities until we get back to Paris? Rather than spending the evening enjoying being together, you want us to spend it talking about living arrangements, conflicting work schedules, the disposition of furniture?'

I couldn't suppress a low chuckle. 'Well when you put it like that, no. But I suppose I'm actually a bit scared.'

'Scared?'

'Scared that when we do get back you might, well, change your mind.' I suddenly blurted out.

'Ah, I see. Don't you think the same thought has been worrying me too? Don't you think that's one of the reasons why I suggested we leave such conversation until we are back there?'

I suddenly understood, or least thought I did, hoped I did. Hanna felt as much for me as I did for her, and she was just as scared that the intensity of our feelings were, at least in part the result of the unreality of our surroundings. That when we returned to our every-day lives they would become subsumed by the complexities of our separate working lives.

I took her hands in mine and did what she had done, kissed their palms. Then I looked up into her eyes, those bewitchingly beautiful eyes. 'You win, we leave the detail until we get back.' I said, then added in a lower, softer voice. 'But I'm not going to let you slip out of my life. You are far too precious to me. Whatever problems we find, we'll solve them, together.' Then kissed her hands again before saying in a brighter tone. 'But tonight, we relax and enjoy. Well maybe we won't actually stay relaxed for too long.' I added with a grin.

Just then, as though on cue, room-service arrived and as it was yet another lovely evening we had the waiter set-up the table on the balcony. Unlike most room-service he hadn't brought our entire meal, merely the first two courses, and of course the wine. He said that our main courses and deserts would be brought up in about half an hour, giving us plenty of time to enjoy the food without worrying about the rest cooling.

Having made sure everything was to our satisfaction he slipped away and left us to eat, which, as our hunger had by then become further sharpened, we did with relish. But we talked too, each skirting the subject uppermost in our minds, but having no trouble finding plenty of alternative subjects.

But as well as talking we spent much of the time simply looking at each other, from time to time exchanging silly grins when we realised just how long we had been staring lovingly into each other's eyes. But although they were a constant source of fascinated pleasure it wasn't just her eyes I enjoyed looking at.

When she'd dressed Hanna had put back on the stockings and underwear she'd had on before, and over those a loose, caftan-like black dress that was apparently designed to be worn with what was beneath it. The vee-shaped front was cut very low, showing off the lace-work of her bra, and in doing that, both the deep cleavage and a more than generous amount of the tempting fullness of her breasts.

That view of course prompted thoughts of the other parts of her beautiful body, and the intense joys it was capable of giving me, and the combination kept me in a state of pleasantly undemanding arousal. 

The waiter returned with the rest of our meal exactly when he said he would and gave me an understanding smile when I tipped him generously and said he needn't return, that when we'd finished I would leave the trolley outside, in the corridor.

The main course was as delicious as the first two had been and as they had done not much more than stimulate our palates and appetites, we ate and drank in relative silence for some time. 'That was excellent.' Hanna said when she had all but cleared her plate. 'But I think a short break is called for before desert.'

I agreed, and took that opportunity to clear all the unwanted dishes from the table, stacking them on the lower shelf of the waiter's trolley. 'A little more wine darling?' I asked.

'Mmm, yes please, that's an excellent choice, not one I've tried before.'

'An Australian Merlot, I was instrumental in getting the resort to stock it, and a few other Aussie wines. They have proved very popular. I thought a Cabernet Sauvignon might be a little heavy for us tonight.'

'You mean you didn't want to risk me falling asleep on you.' she said with a cheeky grin.

'I didn't want to risk either of us doing so.' I replied.

'Then you must have something in mind for us.' she responded with the same grin as before.

'Well actually it's a matter of something on your mind that I'm interested in.' I answered cryptically as I topped-up our glasses.

A puzzled look replaced the cheeky grin, and she asked me what I meant.

'Well although we have, I hope shared many of the wonderful things we have done, you have actually orchestrated the prelude to many of them. Sometime this evening I want to do something special for you. Fulfil some fantasy, do something out of the ordinary, something that will hopefully, be memorable for you.'

'Darling you don't have to do anything other than what you already have, this whole time together is memorable.' she protested 

'Just think about it.' I said.

'All right, I'll do that if you tell me something.'

'What's that?'

'Which time has been the most memorable for you, well at least so far.'

'I'll need to think about that, may I have a few moments to answer?'

'Of course, I'm just going to the toilet, so you can think about it whilst I'm gone.' she answered as she pushed herself up.

I watched her go, and let my mind start spinning back through the three days of quite unbelievable sexual activity.

I'd lost track of how many times we had done it, so kept a mental count as I retraced the time we had been at the resort.

The first time, just after we'd arrived and had something to eat. We had spent a long time watching each other, Hanna slowly undressing, then putting the silk camisole back on again when I explained how much I liked watching her breasts moving beneath it. She in turn watching my cock, stiffening as she removed her clothes, quickly becoming fully erect as I continued looking up at her, and then straining jerkily higher as I used my fingers to give her her first orgasm.

I'd had my first a few minutes later, after she'd straddled and then vigorously ridden me. Then, having found the few days separation had left me needing her far more than I had previously realised, a second just a few minutes after that.

My third had been after the dinner that night, after what seemed liked hours of frustrated arousal. Arousal from looking across the table at her, and especially at her glorious breasts. From feeling her pressing herself against me as we danced together. And especially from watching her dancing with the young man from the cabaret troop, watching her skirt swirling high, exposing the long length of her slenderly shapely legs.

But most of all from what happened after we had returned upstairs, after I had watched the private display she'd given me as she danced on the glass-topped table.

At the time, and after all that had gone before, not surprisingly that had felt like the most explosive orgasm I'd ever had.

But even so, in spite of how draining that one had been I had later summoned up enough energy for a fourth before we finally fell asleep in each other's arms.

Then there had been the truly memorable session out in the bay, holding on to the pontoon for dear life while my cock pistoned back and forth beneath the water. And only an hour or two later, after describing my feelings from seeing swimming nakedly above me, yet another in the comfort of the bed-room.

That was six, in just twenty-four hours!

And that was before the other two I'd had before the end of that day, after the gala night dinner, when we'd met up with, and been separately silently propositioned by Sven and Britt. And even more importantly, when she'd eventually told me she spent the entire evening with me without having any panties on.

In it's own way the first of the two had been even more memorable than those before it. We had spent a long time arousing each other, without even touching one another. At first from just watching the slow strip-tease we both performed. Then from stimulating ourselves while the other watched, and what Hanna saw had been so exciting she'd actually given herself an orgasm. Then I had taken her from behind, while she hung on to a chair, using, and getting her to start using normal words to describe our bodies, and what we were doing with them, not the euphemisms she until then used.

The second, when after a delightfully stimulating session of soixante neuf, she'd suggested, and I'd all too willingly agreed to, that I might like taking he à la Grecque. A blindingly exciting fuck had ended with me firing yet another load of semen deep inside her arse, and, again not surprisingly, left me totally drained and exhausted.

My ninth was the unforgettable time we'd masturbated each other on the way out to the rocky island, a session that ended up with my semen splattering all over the boat's wind-screen.

Then there had been the one up by the light-house, when she'd done my ego the world of good by comparing the experience to being fucked by a Greek god. And then that had been followed by a much more tenderly loving session after the erotic display she had later put on to satisfy my voyeuristic predilections.

Climaxing eleven times, each one more powerfully than seemed either reasonable or possible, and in such a short time, was way, way beyond any experience I'd ever had before. And trying to pick just one of them seemed to be an even more impossible task.

But then I realised that she hadn't stipulated the time frame, she'd just said. 'Which time has been the most memorable for you so far.' She may in fact have meant, since we first met.

We had made love twice that first night, when I had discovered just how much beauty lay beneath the black business suits that I had previously only ever seen. And also twice on our second night. The first, in the hall-way of my apartment, although in its own way quite memorable, really couldn't be described as a anything but a totally uncontrolled, frenzied fuck. But the second, when she'd asked that we do it on the oversized lounge chair, had been far more spectacular.

But of course thinking of those in purely physical terms, what we had done, and where we had done it, didn't allow for the intensity of emotion that had been firing us both during those times. The very uncertainties and resultant hesitancies had actually added to the heat of the fire that seemed to have suddenly sprung up inside us. So finding that each of us was equally thrilled by what was happening intensified the physical sensations we were separately feeling.

But, even allowing for that, how to rank what we had shared? How to pick one over another?

And while I was continuing to wrestle with that impossible problem, Hanna returned from the bath-room and sat down.

'Well?' she asked, raising one eye-brow and giving me a mischievous smile.

'I can't.' I admitted. 'Not only have we made love more times than I would have thought I was capable of in such a short time, but each time was unique. I think I told you before, every time we make love is quite different to all the other times. I've tried, but I can't rate any one of them above any of the others darling, I'm sorry.'

'I'm glad you said that, feel that way darling. I tried and couldn't. That's really the reason I had to go to the bath-room.'

'Pardon?'

'I got myself too stirred up and started lubricating so strongly it felt I'd wetted myself.' she said with a shy giggle. 'My panties got so uncomfortably wet I had to go and take them off.'

'That happened while we were eating?'

'The main course, yes.'

'So that's why you were so quiet.'

'But while I was sponging myself I did what you asked me to, I thought about what I might like us to do. But first, honest answers to three questions please. One, were you being absolutely truthful when you said really like going down on me?'

'Of course I was, I love doing that.'

'Two, were you being just as honest when you said you like the natural scent of me when I'm aroused?'

'Again, absolutely true.'

'And three, do you have an erection right now?'

Strange though it may seem after spending several minutes recalling just about every single sexual activity we'd shared, perhaps because I'd had to do so in such a hurry, I hadn't become physically aroused. 'Not right now, no.' I answered.




Hanna Ch. 22-25



'Good, then one last question. Do you want to have your desert before, or after you have me?'

'What a silly question.' I replied as I pushed myself back from the table.

Hanna also got up, then took my hand and hurried me through to the bed-room. 'Get undressed quickly please Mac, I want you naked, but without an erection, so I can watch it growing. And I want you to lick my pussy while that's happening. Is that all right?' she asked anxiously.

'Oh very definitely yes, if that's what you want me to do.' I answered as I began getting everything off as quickly as possible.

She stood watching me, and when I was stripped, asked me to lie down across the bed so my head was at the base, then positioned me so it was resting right on the edge of one corner and slid a pillow under it. The she slipped her dress off and I found she had obviously taken off her bra at the same time as the wet panties. But without giving me time to enjoy the sight of her naked body, she moved closer, then stood so her legs were straddling both the corner of the bed, and my head.

As she bent her knees to bring her pussy down close to my mouth I inhaled the musky scent of her sex, then heard her say. 'Slowly please darling, there's no rush.'

That suited me fine, from the moment she'd told me what she would like us to do I had felt my mouth salivating at the mere thought of licking her delectable pussy. So being put under no pressure to get her off, being given the freedom to do it as slowly as I liked, was just great.

And that's exactly what I did, licked and kissed her, not concentrating on just her pussy, but all around it and as much of her inner thighs as that position allowed me to reach. And doing it as she'd asked me to, unhurriedly.

Her body shivered and she gave a soft sigh when my lips and tongue first made contact, and as I began kissing and licking her those reactions grew both a little stronger and more frequent, but other than that she held herself quite still.

I'd felt my cock starting to fill even before I was completely undressed but because of the speed in which she'd organised things it wasn't until I had her pussy immediately above my face that anything more had happened. But as soon as the scent of her slowly strengthening arousal filled my nostrils I felt it growing.

'Ah yes my darling, that's what I wanted to see.' she said softly. 'It's such a lovely cock, it gets so big and strong, and I've longed to actually watch it doing that. And what you are doing to me is lovely too, you do it so beautifully I'll have to be careful I don't become totally addicted.'

Hearing her say what she had about what I was doing, and especially what she said about my cock was strangely exciting and quickened my other physical reactions. Of course without stopping what I was doing I really couldn't answer her, but then I didn't think she either needed or actually expected one right then.

And when, as my cock continued to grow, she made additional, and increasingly breathy comments about it, I felt my lack of reply had been correct. It seemed to me that at least some of what she was saying was in fact a verbalisation of things she had for one or other reason not been prepared to say, or perhaps even admit to herself, before.

Not that her words came in a single, unbroken flow. There were times when she said nothing at all for a minute or two, and when she did, sentences and phrases were punctuated by gasps and low moans of her increasing excitement.

'Ooh! Ooh yes, now it's starting to grow! You must be starting to get excited too.'

'I like that thought. Doing this is even better than I hoped it would be.'

'You know, in it's own way your cock is really quite beautiful. I love its shape, so nice and straight, and its head gets so big, so shiny.'

'And I love the way its colour changes as you get more and more excited. Going from dark pink, through shades of red, and finally, just before you're about to come, that dark, and extraordinarily glossy purple.'

'But as gorgeous as those colours are it's its size that really turns me on. I think I told you that apart from one really rather grotesque one belonging to a Foundation member, yours is much bigger than any I've seen before.'

'But to be honest I love the feel of it even more than the look of it. Even holding it is exciting, feeling the hot hardness, the throbbing pulse. It feels a bit like I imagine it would if I were holding a wild animal.'

'And I love watching you come too.'

'I get so excited when I see it straining, pulsing, then eventually spurting out all that lovely creamy stuff.'

'Like on the boat this morning, that was marvellous, there was so much of it, and being able to watch it splash all over the wind-screen was fantastic!'

'But of course feeling it inside me is even better. What it does to me is so exciting. Quite indescribable, and I'm sure I'll never get enough of it.'

'When we are doing it, I mean when we are fucking, I often find myself trying to get a look at it, trying to see it while feeling it thrusting in and out of me, of my pussy, my cunt. But I can only ever see a little bit of it, and I wish there was some way we could do it so I could see more.'

'Oh but look at it now! Now it's starting to get as big as it is whenever I find myself thinking, or dreaming about it.'

'Lovely cock! Wonderful cock! Grow even bigger, for Hanna!'

'Ooh! Ooh god! I'm going to come, I'm starting to come Mac!'

During all that time I had continued, kissing, licking, probing and sucking her, feeling her pussy getting wetter, its lips spreading open as they became more puffily swollen, its juices dripping and then running down off my face. And, perhaps so she could enjoy the maximum intensity of what I was doing, Hanna had held herself upright, other than the shivering, shuddering tremors running through her, holding herself still. Even when my cock became quiveringly upright, resisting the urge to reach out to touch it, hold it.

But as her body was gripped by the power of the onset of her climax she fell forward, taking her weight on hands placed on either side of my legs while still pressing her pussy and clitoris down against my eagerly sucking mouth. And of course that position put hers immediately above the tip of my rearing cock.

As the first orgasmic wave swept through her body she dropped her head, slipped her lips down over the bulging cock-head and began sucking it even more strongly than I was sucking her pussy. And, as though having the feel and taste of it in her mouth was adding to the other sensations she was experiencing, she continued doing that right through until the end of her long, rolling climax.

So by the time she was finished I was so wound up I could hardly wait to move on to a different, and more physically satisfying sort of action. Then, as I lifted her and pushed myself out from under her still gasping body, out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of a movement. I glanced to one side, and saw a partial reflection of us in the mirrored door of the wardrobe. And something she'd said flashed back into my head. 'I wish there was some way we could do it so I could see more.'

Having only a single plane of mirror to work with wouldn't be really satisfactory, and she would only be able to see the lower part of me. But that included the important part, and I thought that although her view might be limited, it would be better than nothing. So I got down off the bed and moved behind her, then checked the effect as I shifted her a little further around. 'Look around behind you Hanna, to your left, in the mirror.' I said when I thought I'd positioned her correctly.

Although of course I couldn't see what she would be able to, and so I'd had to guess the angles, I must have got them pretty right because a moment later, when she realised what she could see, she said. 'Oh Mac, that's fantastic! You clever, clever man!'

I stood there for her to look at for a few moments, my quivering cock barely touching her, but even those feather-light touches sending sparking thrills back through my body. Then, making sure that I blocked her view as little as possible, I guided my cock-head into the wetly pouting slit between her pussy-lips, and pushed slowly forward.

Although just as tightly fitting as ever, by then she had produced so much lubricant I knew I could have slipped right home with just a gentle push, but I didn't do that. Although what I had been doing, plus the smell and taste of her had sent my own level of excitement soaring I somehow managed to control my action. Trying to make sure she always had something to see by keeping my movements relatively slow, and not pushing too much of my cock inside her.

And my idea obviously worked, after no more than a dozen or so slow strokes I heard her breathy gasping restart, felt her body flexing as she continued staring wide-eyed into the mirror.

They clamped shut for a moment when her orgasm began, then although the rest of her face was contorted by the strength of it, they flew open again, staring unblinkingly as I continued thrusting back and forth.

Perhaps because I was concentrating on controlling my actions for her that time my own orgasm was an especially long time coming, and so I was able to continue the show for her right through to her third, apparently even stronger orgasm. But as it ripped through her I felt her cunt gripping my cock even more tightly than it had before, and that was just too much, and a moment or two later I finally felt the sudden rush of the start of my own.

Probably because I'd been controlled for such a long time, when the impact of it hit me I lost control, burying my cock right up to the hilt as it jetted several searing loads of semen even deeper inside her convulsing cunt.

When I was finally done I fell forward, pushing her down with me on to the bed, and we lay there, my cock still plugging her as we each fought to regain some semblance of control over our heaving bodies.

It was some time before either of had the strength or will-power to make a move and by then my cock had shrunk back to something close to normal size, so made a squelching, popping sound as I rolled off her. She giggled, then said. 'Now for the inevitably messy aftermath. You go and rinse yourself off first Mac, I'll just clamp my thighs together for now.'

'So long as it's only just for now.' I replied with a grin as I headed for the bath-room.

Having cleaned ourselves up and slipped on bath-robes we decided we were ready for the desert we had left, and complemented the taste of that with another glass of wine.

'That was very, very clever of you Mac, I mean using the mirror that way. What gave you the idea?'

'Why you did.'

'Me? When?'

While I was licking your pussy, it was one of the things you said. You said. 'I wish there was some way we could do it so I could see more.'.'

'Did I? I wonder what else I said. I was getting so excited by that time that everything's a bit blurry I'm afraid darling.'

'Nothing you shouldn't have, I assure you. You were very complimentary about me, well at least about a certain part of me.' I added with a grin.

'Oh yes, I remember saying things about your cock. But then it's such a magnificent one that there is rather a lot to say about it. I didn't embarrass you did I?'

'No, and you never could, well not that way. As we've talked about, the more we share, the better things can be. If you hadn't said what you did I would never have known that seeing what was going on was something you wanted.'

'Mmm, that's true. I'll have to get used to the role reversal.'

'Meaning what?'

'Well I've spent so much time listening to other people's fantasies, with my work at the Foundation, I've never thought about sharing some of my own.'

'Well you have just had a demonstration, albeit a rather poor one, of some of the benefits that can accrue from doing that.'

'There was nothing wrong with that demonstration darling, it was, as you saw, and felt, extremely effective. And for you too I hope.'

'Equally so, I assure you. But hearing how much you enjoy looking at me, well actually at my cock, that was almost just as exciting. '

'Oh I'm sure you knew that already.' she said with a somewhat embarrassed smile. 'I've never made any secret about that. But what I don't think I've mentioned is that one of the reasons I like watching it is so I can imagine it at other times, when it's inside me. And that's especially true of being able to watch it when you actually come, so I can also visualise it doing that.'

'Do you always do that, I mean visualise it when you're climaxing?'

'Oh heavens no! I'm usually far too preoccupied with what else is happening to me. But sometimes, say if you've come first, I do. And that's more than enough to set me off. But what about you Mac? Don't you have any images you sometimes use?'

'Not really, but you have to remember a man can always see what's going on. Why would I need to visualise anything else when I have you to look at. Although, now I come to think of it there is one time when I sometimes do.'

'When, what?'

'Well it wasn't true just now, but at other times, in that position, when I'm behind you, I have found myself imagining the look on your face.'

'My face?'

'Mmm, I love seeing your expression when you climax. And when I'm behind you I try to picture that.'

'Ah yes, I know exactly what you mean. I love being able to watch you then too. It's a strange look isn't it, almost, well, tortured.'

'Exactly that. But it's exciting. I suppose because we get the satisfaction of knowing we have been able to get the other person to such a peak of pleasure.'

'I think that's the romantic in you speaking darling,'

'Why?'

'Oh I agree with you, but isn't there also a sense of power involved? After all, at that time we are at our most powerless, so the other, the one who induced that situation is, in a way, in control of us. Has us in their power.' she explained.

'Yes, I suppose you are right, there is that too.'

'As we have said before, it's all very complex.'

'Only if you think too deeply about it. Which I'm sure most people don't.'

'Ah but we are not 'most people', are we darling.' she responded with a grin. 'And I think you like talking about it as much as I find I do, with you anyway.'

'OK, I'll agree to that too, but doing it is still more enjoyable than talking about it. Now if you're finished I'll put these dishes outside for the waiter to collect, and maybe there's a movie or something on TV we can watch for a bit. Unless you would rather just listen to some music?'

She said a movie was fine and started checking through the programme while I disposed of the remains of our dinner things, then we snuggled down together on the lounge.

I don't remember what we saw and it only held our attention for about an hour before the closeness of each other re-stirred our interest in doing something more active. 

After the exciting, if somewhat unusual prelude to our previous love-making that time we were both happy to follow a more traditional pattern. Kissing and caressing each other, slowly building the sexual tension between us, and even when that was too strong to resist, prolonging the inevitable outcome, whilst also intensifying the excitement we were both experiencing, by frequently changing positions. Again I was able to delay or interrupt my own climax until I had ensured Hanna reached two or three, then she literally took over, riding me to mine, then keeping my totally spent cock locked inside her as we both fell asleep.




Chapter 25

Day-break, then Home Again

I was woken early the next morning, although I could see the sky was starting to lighten it was obvious that the sun still hadn't risen, and for a moment or two I couldn't understand what had disturbed my sleep. Then I felt something happening to my cock, something excitingly delightful.

It was Hanna, she had pushed down the sheet and was kneeling beside me, and if my erection was anything to go by, her hands, mouth and tongue had actually been busy for some time.

When she felt me stirring she looked up and although her mouth was stuffed full by my cock, her eyes sparkled with her by then mischievous smile. I lay there for several minutes, allowing myself to wallow in the blissful pleasure her swirling tongue and bobbing, sucking mouth were giving me. Then, although the temptation to just let her continue, to allow myself the selfish luxury of just my own orgasm, I realised I actually wanted more than that.

So I reached for her, and as I pulled her towards me I said. 'Come up here darling, I want to suck your pussy too.'

She resisted and lifting her head momentarily off my cock, said. 'Not now, not before I've had a shower Mac.'

'I've told you before, I love the smell of you, now don't be so silly.' I replied, lifting myself so I could get a better grip of her.

She continued to resist for a little while, but then when she saw just how determined I was she somewhat reluctantly gave in, moving to kneel astride my head and then pressing her pussy down to my waiting mouth.

Just as I was sure she had found when she first went down between my legs, the lingering smell of our love-making some hours earlier was still strong, but for me that was just additional stimulation. I took several deep breaths of the acridly musky odour, then pulled her lower, and began to lick and suck her pussy as avidly as she was my cock.

But that time she didn't let me take her to her climax, even though I could tell from the increasingly strong tremors rippling through her that it was approaching, she suddenly pulled herself up off me. 'No Mac, just fuck me, please!' she said with a somewhat desperate tone in her voice, remaining down on her hands and knees but moving further down the bed.

By then I was too stirred up to wonder what had brought on her sudden change of position, and the sight of her upraised arse, and especially her wetly glistening pussy beneath it, blotted out any thought other than that of plunging my quiveringly throbbing cock in there.

So I wasted no time in doing just that, grunting as I pushed my bulging cock-head between her slickly clinging pussy-lips, then giving another, louder one as I thrust forward, driving the full length deep inside her.

Perhaps it was something to do with it being so early in the day, perhaps just because of what we had already done to each other, but we both climaxed much more quickly than we had most other times. And in fact I had mine first, and, because it had been so relatively quick in coming, was surprised by the apparent volume of semen I felt pumping into her. Then, realising Hanna still hadn't had hers, I continued thrusting just as powerfully until her cries and convulsing contractions told me she finally had.

Even then I held myself there, pushing my cock back and forth, gradually slowing the pace, enjoying the almost unbearably intense tingling sensations I was getting from having her tightened pussy clinging to it.

But then, as suddenly as she had moved before, she pulled herself off me. 'Excuse me darling.' she said, clutching herself as she got off the bed and made a rush for the bath-room.

It was only when I looked down at myself that I realised what had happened. Although there wasn't very much of it, smearing the length of my cock were traces of blood. She had started her period.

I cleaned myself as best I could with some tissues, then checked the bed-linen, there were no tell-tale spots or smears, and I realised that it was the actual fucking that had triggered its onset.

But then the full implication of it hit me. I had blithely assumed that like most young women, she was on the pill. If she wasn't then we had been risking her getting pregnant, and that was something neither of us needed right then. But it did raise the question of how I would feel if she were to.




Hanna Ch. 22-25



I was still grappling with that when, just a couple of minutes later she popped her head around the bath-room door. 'Sorry darling, my period has started.' she said apologetically.

'I know, it's all right. No damage done here.' I replied, indicating the bed.

'And you?'

'No more than a trace, nothing to worry about.' I replied with a reassuring smile.

She smiled back, obviously relieved by my lack of concern. 'Oh good, you're not upset?'

'Why on earth would I be?'

'Oh I suppose some men... Anyway I'm glad you're taking it like this. You'll understand that I need to have a shower and take care of things, so why not make yourself some coffee. And if you do I'll have one too please.' she added before disappearing again.

I did just as she'd suggested, slipping on a robe and putting the coffee on to brew, then went to the window to watch the sky brightening as the sun rose between the hills behind us.

Hanna was still in the shower when I took her coffee in to her. 'I shan't be long now darling.' she said through the steam, so I left it and sat down to enjoy mine.

She joined me a little later, and as her hair was still slightly damp she had just roughly combed it, which I thought just made her look even more gorgeous.

'Sorry about all this darling.' she said as she sat down opposite me.

'As I said, there's nothing to apologise for, I'm sorry I presumed you were on the pill, I should have asked.'

'Oh I am, at least I am now. You have to remember that I was celibate for a long time, so I didn't need to worry about such things. But I think this is will prove to be the last I have, it's just that it's taken a few weeks for the hormones to kick-in, and that plus the extraordinary amount of sexual activity there's been between us, well...'

'So initially we were taking a risk?'

'Not really Mac, I was using something called a morning-after pill. But mistakenly thought I was past the need to by now, so haven't bothered for the last couple of days. I just think it's the combination of all those things, anyway I'll check with my doctor when we get back. At least this proves we've not created something that would be a bit of a problem. But thank heaven it waited until now to show itself, I'm sure I'd have been quite suicidal if it had happened before this.'

'Yes it would have put a bit of a dampener on our activities.'

'A final fling before we leave would have been nice, but after all the wonderful things you have done for me, I think I can cope with missing just one more.'

'Wonderful things we have done for each other, Hanna.' I corrected. 'But although I'm not silly enough to expect either of us to maintain this intensity, I hope there will be many, many, many more for us both to look forward to.'

'Oh I'm sure there will be, at least I sincerely hope so. But now what, back to bed for a bit more sleep?'

I don't think I could sleep now darling, you go ahead, I think I'll shower then dress and go for a bit of a walk before breakfast.'

'That's a much better idea, let's do that together, and I'll start packing while you shave.'

So that's what we did, having dressed warmly we headed hand-in-hand down the hill and through the village, where we surprised the few locals who were also up and starting to go about their day's business. Although some of the time we were both content to walk in silence, we also talked a good deal. Sometimes about odd little things we saw, sometimes prompted by one of those to talk about a particular piece of music or art. But although by then I was convinced I wanted this woman to remain in my life for the foreseeable future, as I had agreed to, I scrupulously avoided any hint of that particular subject.

Having reached the other side of the village the road started slowly winding up through the hills, and as we were in no particular hurry to return to the resort we continued following it. We both fell silent as its steepening gradient demanded more effort, but after a bit more walking Hanna spotted a wide, but obviously untended track leading off to one side. 'I think that might take us back to the resort by a different route darling.' she said, pulling me to a halt.

It certainly headed in the right direction, and then I suddenly remembered what it was, what it had been used for. 'It does, it was built for heavy vehicle access, when the resort was being constructed. The village wouldn't let heavy vehicles go through their streets, and some of them were too narrow anyway, so they had to carve this road out. It's a somewhat longer route and is supposed to be blocked off, so the area can gradually revegetate.'

'It is, look, there's a chain across it.' she said, pointing ahead of us.

The rusting chain was no hindrance to us of course and we set off along the disused and slowly crumbling track. 'This is good, when I'm out for a walk I never really like having to go back the same way as I went.' she said, gripping my hand more firmly.

'That's yet another thing we both agree on.' I replied. 'Some time we really must try and find something we don't, something we can argue about.'

'Mmm, we couldn't even disagree about sex, could we? I mean about our favourite way of doing it.' 

'Not even that, but then I think we might, in time.'

'What does that mean?' she answered, giving me a quizzical smile.

'Well so far, at least for the last three days, there's been a bit too much.'

'Too much?' she exclaimed.

'No I don't mean it like that darling. But, well, as there has been so much it's impossible to pick one as being better, if you know what I mean. In a more normal situation we would be far more limited in our opportunities, so might find it easier to pick something that's more, well, more special. Do you see?'

'Yes now I do. For a minute I thought you were complaining about me demanding too much of you.'

'Far from it darling.' I said, squeezing her hand. 'Even though I wouldn't have previously thought I was capable of doing what we have, I'm certainly not complaining, in fact quite the opposite.'

'Mmm, you have been marvellous.'

'And so have you, in every possible way.'

'But to return to what you were saying, about us perhaps finding we do have preferences. Do you at least have any ideas as to what they might be?'

'I hadn't given that any thought so far. But, given what we already know about ourselves, and each other, I expect they might involve me somehow watching you, I mean like that wonderful show you put on for me last night.'

'For us darling, remember that I like knowing I'm being watched.'

'Yes, that's what I meant. We might find that sort of situation becomes a favourite, something we especially look forward to.'

'We'll have to be a bit creative, if we kept doing the same thing it would become stale.'

'That will add spice, being creative I mean.'

'Yes it certainly would. And neither of us lacks creativity. This will be fun!' she added enthusiastically.

'I certainly hope so. Sex isn't supposed to be intensely serious, well not all the time.'

'Drama is always better if there's also a sprinkling of humour.' she replied. 'But so far what I have been feeling has been a bit too intense to leave much room for a laugh.'

'Oh come on, we haven't been deadly serious all the time darling!'

'No, I didn't mean generally, of course we've had our laughs, you can be a very funny man, you have a very dry wit, but I like that. No, I meant when we are actually making-love, the feelings I get are much too strong to be humorous about.'

'I know what you mean, and it's the same for me. Maybe we should try tickling each other some time.'

'Maybe we should leave that tactic until the strength of what we are feeling quietens down a bit. And they will, won't they.'

'I wouldn't be surprised, I don't think either of us believes we can continue performing as we have this week-end.'

'True, and although in some ways recognising that is a bit sad it will be nice to remember this time. We will remember it, won't we?'

'I for one will make sure we do darling.'

And that's the primary reason why this has been written, to keep the promise I made to Hanna, my much loved wife.

Yes, the story has a happy ending. We returned to Paris and took up our separate lives, but within a couple of weeks she had moved into my apartment and less than six months later we were married.

Her work at the Foundation continues, though she has a less hands-on role these days, concentrating on the musicians rather than the sponsoring clients. My business has continued to grow and prosper so financially we are lucky, and enjoy the benefits that brings, making sure we take time off together as frequently as possible.

Our sex life, although certainly less hectic than it was that week-end, continues to be a constant source of mutually joyous excitement, and over time we have found many, many ways of satisfying both our individual and shared preferences and pleasures. New visitors to our apartment sometimes comment on the number of mirrors we have included in its decoration, and we just smile knowingly at each other whenever that's mentioned.