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Jacque was off the Gator and at the door of her car before she could even turn the engine off. He looked like an exuberant little boy in his baseball cap, his eyes dancing with excitement. He was as fine as she remembered him from the day before. She laughed and hugged him when he opened her door.
“I thought you’d never make it, beautiful,” he exclaimed, stepping back to look at her. “You look great! Do you mind leaving your car parked here? It should be safe and won’t get as dirty as it would if we parked it in the back where I park my cars. It’s a beautiful car, by the way.” He dragged his eyes away from her and stood back to admire Gretchen’s red BMW sedan.
“Thank you, it was a gift from my parents when I moved to Austin. Am I late?”
“Not at all! I’m just happy that you’re finally here. I was regretting that I hadn’t accepted your offer to have a nightcap last night.” Jacque said laughing as he opened the passenger door to help her with her what she needed to carry inside. He raised his eyebrows and gave her his trademark sexy smile as he lifted her overnight bag off the seat. “Good choice.”
Jacque took Gretchen on a tour of the property. “I’m converting that old barn into a yoga studio,” he said, pointing at a small red barn to the left of the house as he led her around his property. “I can’t wait to show you. I practice my aerial poses there and meditate.”
Gretchen smiled at his enthusiasm. “I’ve never had the chance to do aerial yoga, but I’d love to learn.”
“I’m the best aerial yoga instructor on the planet! I would love to teach you.” Jacque winked at her and gave her the sexy, melting smile that she now realized always made her pussy wet. “We can have a lot of fun in my yoga studio.” Gretchen felt flushed just thinking about it and warmth flooded her body. Let the classes begin, sweetheart.
That’s the garden over there, and I have to tell you that I’m a masterful gardener.” He said, pointing to the other side of the house. He smiled at her teasingly. “I thought we could pick some fresh vegetables for the picnic I have planned for us down by the river at the back of the property. We could even fish if you like, but I have to warn you, I’m a vegan and have no idea how to cook them.”
“You’re joking,” Gretchen said as she studied his face. How could two people have so much in common? “I’m vegan, too!”
“That’s fantastic. You will love the garden then. I have all kinds of cool goodies in my garden. You’ll have to come in the spring and summer to see it. It’s huge. Pole beans are my specialty.”
“Jacque and the beanstalk,” Gretchen said laughing and leaned over to kiss his cheek.
“Don’t laugh,” Jacque said with mock seriousness. “I’ve grown some pretty amazing beans with stalks big enough to climb. What I’d really prefer to climb is you, Gretchen. God you’re beautiful. I want you to be my big beautiful beanpole.”
Jacque opened Gretchen’s flannel shirt and moaned when he realized that she wore nothing underneath the thin material of her top. “I’m afraid we might have to start with dessert, beautiful,” he murmured. “You are absolutely irresistible.” He lifted her breasts in his hands and lightly ran his tongue over her nipples. They instantly sprang to attention and he lowered her top to release them from their constraints. “Oh, baby,” Jacque moaned as they spilled out into his hands. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than these.” He kneaded her breasts as he sucked and licked her hard pink nipples.
Gretchen closed her eyes and gave in to the incredibly sweet sensation as she thought about what he had said about wanting to climb her. She had fantasies of being climbed on. She had an entire entourage of Amazon goddess fantasies that she and Jacque could act out. The thought of having them fulfilled made her pussy ache with need. She wanted to touch herself to ease the yearning ache but refrained.
“Jacque,” she managed, gasping as he continued to feast on her breasts. He looked up with the glazed look that she adored. “Would you believe me if I told you that one of my fantasies is to be climbed on like a beanstalk?”
He stared at her with open-mouthed amazement as he continued to pinch and play with her nipples. She laughed and placed the tip of her finger in his mouth, which he began sucking with a pressure that was almost painful. “If you look like an Amazonian woman, you should get to play the part sometimes, right?” She gave him a wicked grin. “What other fantasies do you have?”
“Gretchen,” he said softly, looking into her eyes, “you are my fantasy.” He took hand. “Let’s go have a picnic.”
They picked fresh vegetables for their picnic and placed them in the bushel basket on the back of the gator. “We can rinse these in the stream unless that bothers you. It’s spring fed.” He looked at her for affirmation and she nodded, smiling. “Then I’ll be right back with a few things and we’ll head down to the special picnic place I picked out for us.”
Gretchen watched as he sprinted agilely to the house. This is like a dream come true. We seem so perfect for each other. What a freaky coincidence that Kristi happened to know him well enough to make introductions.
Jacque jogged back carrying a picnic basket and blanket. ”So I guess you’re okay with just fruits and veggies since you’re a fellow vegan. I love that, Gretchen,” he said as he secured everything on the back of the gator. “I love a lot of things about you.” He opened the basket and pulled out a bottle of red wine and two crystal wineglasses, which he filled for them. “I bought this especially for you on my way home from dropping you off last night. It’s the best French wine I’ve been able to find in Texas.” He handed her a glass and set the soft flannel blanket between them. “This is the wine my family kept for special occasions. I hope you like it.”
Kristi raised her glass to toast him. “To destiny,” she said, touching his glass before taking a sip. It was wonderful, sweet with slightly spicy undertones. “It’s so delicious! I’m so happy you consider this a special occasion.”
“To special occasions,” he said, touching her cup with his. He leaned across the gator to kiss her. The sweet red wine on his lips and tongue was intoxicating. She moved closer and cupped his face in her hands and kissed him back with all the passion that had been building up in her since the previous night. Their tongues seemed to dance together as if in time to a tune they were both very familiar with until Jacque reluctantly pulled away to look at her, but Gretchen had not had enough. She wanted that dance to go on a little longer. She pulled him back to her and kissed him again and did not release him until they were both breathless.
“I like it when you take control, my Amazonian goddess. Dominate me. Demand me to pleasure you. My wish is your command. If you tell me to forget the picnic and fuck you right now, I will oblige.”
Gretchen’s breath hitched in her chest as she studied Jacque’s beautiful, earnest face. His words thrilled her. She did have fantasies about having a love slave, and Jacque obviously had fantasies about being dominated by an Amazonian goddess. She couldn’t fathom the endless possibilities this mutual desire could grow into. Slow down, Amazon queen. Jacque has this all planned out so beautifully. Don’t sidetrack him. Let him woo you for the time being. They would have plenty of time to explore the fantasies they shared.
“Aren’t we going on a picnic?” she asked eyes wide with innocence. “I’m starved.”
Jacque grinned, started the gator and took off down a trail leading through a forested area on the backside of the property. Gretchen caught a glimpse of horses across the pasture. ”Awesome,” she said under her breath. Horses had always been a huge part of her life. Actually, Gretchen had probably taken every equine-related class available. She was an especially good bareback rider and could still do some pretty cool tricks she had learned at a trick riding camp she had attended in Texas one summer. She studied Jacque’s profile and wondered if she would dare tell him about one of her most erotic fantasies, which was to ride naked, bareback in the moonlight. She had a few fantasies that involved horses.
The picnic
was perfect. They lay on the soft blanket on a flat rock overhanging the stream and drank wine. God he could talk dirty, and his sexy French accent drove her desire for him over the edge when he began outlining all the incredible things he wanted to do to her with his aerial yoga equipment as he hand fed her freshly picked pole beans, radishes and carrots. He gave her sips of the sweet wine and kissed her mouth deeply to share the sweetness with her between sips. She was ready to tear her clothes off and spread her legs for him on the picnic blanket.
“Keep talking,” she said, giving him a sexy smile, and moved her hands as if to remove her shirt.
“Oh baby, not yet,” he said. He straddled her and held her hands above her head. “I want the first time I make love to you to be perfect. You’re the woman I’ve been waiting for all of my life, and I want to blow your mind.”
“I want to blow you, Jacque,” she replied. His bulging crotch was inches from her face and she lifted her head to press her mouth against it. “This is what I want you to feed me.” He looked down at her, his beautiful hazel eyes darkened with desire, and moaned as he watched her rub her lips on his hard cock straining against the denim. Gretchen was so wet and worked up she was ready to take over as an Amazonian dominatrix if he didn’t do something fast.
Jacque stood up, still holding her hands and pulled her up him. “We can get this stuff later,” he had said with unrestrained excitement. “Let’s go to my studio before I explode in my jeans.” He pulled her to the Gator, leaving everything on the blanket except for the wine and raced her up the hill to his studio.
“Welcome to my studio, Gretchen,” Jacque said, opening the heavy wooden doors with a flourish. Before they entered, he lowered himself down on one knee and kissed her hand. “I will show you pleasures you never knew existed, my Amazonian princess.” He smiled up at her with the sexy smile that made her melt, desire burning in his eyes.
“No clothing allowed. Remove your shirt and show me those incredible tits. Rub your nipples and make them hard for me,” he said. His eyes never left her hands as he unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them off. Gretchen pulled her shirt off. Jacque’s breathing got heavier as he watched her fingers pinch and caress her large pink nipples. Her pussy throbbed and was so wet she was afraid it would begin dripping. There’s nothing to catch the flowing juices, she thought, remembering she was wearing the sexy red crotchless panties.
“Oh my God,” Jacque moaned when he looked down and saw her pink wet pussy peeking out of the panties. He pulled her against him and pressed his mouth to her drenched pussy and began lapping up her flowing juices. “You are so delicious,” he whispered. He gently nipped at her engorged clit as he slipped his fingers into her pussy and fucked her with his hand.
“Oh Jacque, I’m coming,” Gretchen gasped. She slid her fingers into his dark curly hair and clenched her hands as she leaned back against the door frame for support.
“Come for me, baby,” he coaxed in a low throaty voice. Her knees threatened to buckle and he grabbed her ass in both hands to support her as he continued to lick and suck her clit. She actually gushed as the intense rhythmic contractions of her climax consumed her. Jacque opened his mouth to catch the gush of liquid that escaped her, and she watched through half-lidded eyes. She had never seen anything so erotic in her entire life. She had never gushed for that matter.
When Jacque stood up, he was eye level with her big, naked breasts, which were indeed almost bigger than his head. He took her by the waist and sucked and licked each of her nipples before pulling back to look up into her eyes. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, princess.”
“Oh, yes.” Gretchen smiled satedly into his eyes as she tried to get her breathing under control. Please climb me and fuck me the way you told me you would. Tie me upside down in your yoga swing and bury your big hard cock in my pussy. I want you so bad. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this.”
Jacque quickly removed his clothes, never taking his eyes off hers. His body was incredible, all hard muscle with a perfectly defined six-pack that she had to reach out and touch. His cock was so big and hard and seemed to stand at attention for her, reaching up past his bellybutton. She traced her fingers up the underside of his shaft and licked her lips seductively as she looked into his eyes. Jacque moaned loudly and pulled her hand away to lead her to an intricate-looking red velvet yoga swing that hung from a large wooden beam that ran across the ceiling of the studio. She was surprised when she saw a large mirror on the ceiling above the yoga swing. Gretchen glanced around at the impressive yoga equipment and layout of the room. There were floor-to-ceiling mirrors on all four walls How incredibly erotic to be able to watch our fantasies played out from every possible angle.
Jacque wrapped the velvet silk around her legs and secured her in the swing, coaxing her into a position in which she was upside down, cradled in red velvet, her long legs splayed open wide. Cool air danced across her exposed pussy and primed it with anticipation for what was to come.
Jacque gazed at her worshipfully before taking her face in his hands to kiss her. She moaned into his mouth when he began kneading her breasts and plucking at her nipples. They were so sensitive and taut from the cool breeze drafting through the ceiling rafters. His warm fingers played her like an instrument as his tongue explored her mouth. Bound by the velvet cords, she was helpless to do anything, and her helplessness brought her arousal to levels she had never known existed.
She watched Jacque in the mirror as he walked behind her. He took her butt cheeks in his hands spreading them and ran his tongue along her crack. Gretchen jerked at the unfamiliar exquisite sensation his tongue created when it played across this virginal, sensitive part of her body.
“One day soon I want to fuck your big beautiful ass, Gretchen,” Jacque said from behind her. His words sounded so sexy in his French accent, which seemed to get more pronounced when he was aroused.
“Anything,” she moaned as his tongue ignited every nerve ending in her body. She was on fire with desire.
“Are you ready for me to bury my cock in you, princess?” Jacque ran his hands over her smoothly shaven legs and blew on her pussy, laid wide open for him.
“Fuck me, Jacque,” she pleaded. “Please.”
“First, my Amazon princess, I must climb you and kiss every precious inch of your body.” Jacque started at the nape of Gretchen’s neck and worked his way up her back, gently biting and kissing her as he climbed, using the cords to assist him. He shimmied up one of her long legs, trailing his tongue over her skin as he ascended her. The sensation of his hot, hard cock pressing against her as he worked his way up her body made her pussy ache and throb. All she could think about was having him buried deep inside her to quell the intense yearning flowing throughout her bound body. Every muscle in her body tightened and quivered as he climbed her. He covered every inch of her body with kisses as he shimmied down the other leg, this time facing her front.
Gretchen watched the erotic show in the mirror above them. Jacque’s descent was delayed for a few minutes when his cock became cushioned between her breasts. He held on to her ankles and rubbed up and down, his swollen sac grazing her chin. Gretchen tilted her chin and licked his balls.
“I will come if you do that, Gretchen.” But he in stayed that position and buried his face in her pussy, moaning as she worked his balls with her mouth and tongue.
Suddenly Jacque reached for a velvet cord and pulled himself up so that his cock was positioned directly above her waiting pussy. He maneuvered himself around so that he could look down into her eyes and suddenly let himself drop, thrusting his cock deep into her pussy.
Gretchen gasped in surprise at the force of his entry. He stretched and filled her like no one had ever done before. “Oh yes, Jacque! Fuck me hard. You’re so big!” Jacque thrust into her over and over again, deep and hard.
“Come with me now, princess!” Jacque demanded as his body stiffened and his seed shot into the depths of her pussy. Gretchen saw stars as ecstasy
enveloped them, and they both convulsed with the intensity of their climaxes.
After Jacque had untied Gretchen, they cuddled together in the yoga swing, basking in post-coital ecstasy. Jacque was stretched out between Gretchen’s legs, his head cradled on her breasts. “These are so incredible,” he said kneading the firm flesh and playing his tongue over her hard nipples. He lifted his head to see her face. “You are incredible.”
“That was incredible,” Gretchen said, smiling down at him. They both laughed. “You are pretty incredible yourself.”
“We can’t end this without fulfilling one of my fantasies, princess. If I’m not mistaken, I have a soft riding crop in the closet along with some other riding gear. Have you had enough, or do you want to give me a bareback ride around the studio? We can wait and do that another day if you wish.”
Gretchen felt unbelievably excited at the prospect of enacting her naked bareback ride fantasy. The riding crop added a whole new dimension to the act. A spanking had been something she had often fantasized about. Jacque is adorable and brilliant.
The mats on the studio floor were perfect for the kinky naked bareback ride. Gretchen braided her long dark-blonde hair to serve as reins. Jacque gave her ass a few swipes with the crop before he mounted her. “God, I love your ass!” he said as he took her braids in his hand. His cock was hard and he rubbed it across Gretchen’s back. With her braids in one hand and the crop in the other, he pulled her hair as he smacked her ass with the crop several times. Gretchen imagined that her bottom was very pink from the lashings and this thought made her pussy clench and fill with moisture.
Gretchen bucked and Jacque wrapped his legs tightly around her to stay on. “Giddy up, princess!” Jacque spurred her side with his heel, and she rose up on her knees before returning to all fours. Jacque held on tightly, pressing himself against her back. “You’re a wild ride! I think you need breaking!” He smacked her a few more times with the crop. This continued until Gretchen was exhausted but horny as hell.