“Going down?” Dean just chuckled to himself and thought “Not yet” but only said that they were in fact going up, so the white haired man and his silver haired lady smiled and said that they would catch the next one. When the doors closed, Jennifer burst into laughter and Dean smiled to her, enjoying the sound of her hearty voice as it rang cheerfully in his ears. The elevator stopped once again on the top floor and Dean took Jennifer’s hand and led her to the room, where he swiped the key card and anxiously pulled her inside, ravaging her as soon as the door was shut. He kissed her and groped her full breasts through her dress with one hand and made his way under her skirt with the other. He could feel the warmth radiating from between her thighs and this made him want her even more. He loved how her skin, soft and supple, reacted to his touch by producing tiny goosebumps and causing her to quiver. He turned her around and quickly unzipped her dress and turned her back to face him as the chiffon fell to the floor. He placed his hand in the back of her hair and tilted her head back, burying his face in her neck, kissing her savagely as he pushed her against the wall and braced them with his free hand. He grabbed her hand and held it above her head as he ran his hand slowly down her arm, sending a shiver down her spine and causing her to lightly moan his name. Raising her other hand above her head, he held them there with his left hand and kissed her deeply as he fondled her large breasts with his right. He ran his hand down her side, grazing her lightly with his fingertips until he reached the waistband of her thong, which he twisted in his thumb and gently tugged. He ran his hand down her shapely leg and grabbed her knee, raising it to him and pushing against her. He slid his hand from her knee, down her thigh until he reached her soft ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing it a little harder than usual, digging his fingers in to her flesh a bit, causing her to cringe as he bit her lip a bit. She moaned in ecstasy, yearning to feel him inside her at that very moment. She tilted her pelvis towards him to grind her throbbing mound against him to try and relieve the aching within her. He released her leg and arms and placed both hands on her face, pulling her to him and kissing her with the hunger of a thousand ravenous demons. His hands moved from her face to her back, where he expertly removed her bra in one fluid movement and tugged it from her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor, freeing her large breasts. He grabbed one in each hand and pushed them together, moving his hands from the sides to the nipples, which he pinched between his thumbs and forefingers while exploring her mouth with his tongue. Dean stepped away from Jennifer long enough to shed his jacket, rip off his tie and swiftly unbuttoned his shirt. He returned to kiss her and pull her to him so he could feel her skin next to his while he ran his hands over her supple body, enjoying her soft, round curves. He unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his trousers while she shimmied out of her green thong then got on the bed. He followed within seconds and laid on top of her, between her thick, inviting thighs. His erect penis was more than ready to enter her but he knew he had to wait. He needed to taste her. His mouth yearned for her flavor and he knew he wouldn’t be satisfied without first having brought her to climax, so he kissed his way from her mouth to her breasts, paying attention to each nipple, giving it a little nibble before continuing his way to her shaven crotch. He allowed his open mouth to remain over her longing clit, blowing warm air on it and slowly touching her tender opening with the tip of his finger. Jennifer felt as if she would explode any minute if he didn’t take her soon, but the blissful torment she was enduring made it all worth it when he finally gave her what she wanted. Dean slowly eased his mouth onto her aching clit and began to gently suck and massage it with his tongue while gently inserting his finger into her well lubricated slot, finding her g-spot and massaging it in rhythm of his licks. She bucked her hips, meeting his caresses as she threw her head back into her pillow and whispering,
“Yes, Dean.” She grabbed his short black hair in her hands and pulled his face closer to her as she felt the warmth in her toes start to rise until it exploded in the pit of her stomach, clenching Dean’s finger as he applied rapid pressure to the soft mound of tissue within her. She placed her feet on the bed and arched her back, releasing the final flow of her orgasmic juices, which Dean greedily licked up with delight. Giving her spot one final application of pressure, he raised himself to her and she hungrily kissed him, tasting her own juices on his lips. He rolled onto his back, pulling her onto him and she draped her large thighs on either side of his slender hips. Leaning down to kiss him, she reach down and grasped his erect cock in her hand, guiding it to her dripping opening and hovered above, not allowing him entry just yet. She lowered herself onto him then slowly raised back up, not allowing more than the head to enter before removing it again. Dean bit his lip and dug his fingers into her hips, trying to slowly thrust his hips forward to enter her but she raised as much as he did, denying his attempt of penetration. He allowed his hips to fall back onto the bed and threw his arms over his head and with the sneer of a jackal, he told her,
“You are fucking evil.” She just smiled sweetly and said,
“Not just yet I’m not.” She lowered herself onto his anxiously awaiting prick and when he was fully inside, she said, “Now…I’m fucking evil.” He grabbed her hips and raised her hefty bottom as he thrust himself deep into her and said,
“Oh, baby. I’ll show you evil.” He reached down and thumbed her still tingling clit as she arched her back and moved her hips slowly back and forth. She sat up to place her hands on his chest as she rocked her hips forwards and backwards, rocking his body underneath her with each pump. She dug her nails into his chest then changed to an up and down stroke, nearly allowing his dick to come out before slamming back down on him. She bucked and rocked with a wildness that he had never seen and he was glad she was opening up more with him because the sight of her passionate display was more arousing to him than anything he had seen in his life. She trusted him to see her body and allowed him to view her at her most vulnerable and this was special to Dean in more ways than just sexually. He grabbed her right breast with his hand while she rode him like a wild woman, pinching her nipple and still fondling her clit with his thumb as she bounced on his dick. Dean noticed a change in her pace and knew that the thrill of her next orgasm was close, so he met her thrusts with angry pumps of his own. She tilted down so she could rub her clit on him so he grabbed her hips and bucked under her with the power of a thoroughbred and when she threw her head back and quickened her pace, then giving a long, slow stroke, he pounded into her, feeling her climax again, the walls of her most intimate areas tightening around his powerful erection. She bucked one last time and looked up, red tendrils hanging in her face, which was flushed and had small beads of sweat on her cheeks. She grinned at him and bit her lower lip. Dean looked to her, removed a strand of hair from her eye and said,
“You are so beautiful.” He smacked her on the ass and continued, “Especially when you do that. I could watch you come all day.” Then he tossed her onto her back and positioned himself between her legs. “Let’s see that again, shall we?” He entered her and raised up to his knees, pulling her knees up and holding them behind his arms. Placing his hand on her shoulders, her ass was slightly raised and he could enter her deeply and quickly, bringing them both to orgasm within a few strokes if he so desired. He was ready to come before he had even taken his pants off and had been fighting it since he brought her to her full heights with his mouth. He plunged into her as deeply as he could, causing her to gasp and grab his arms, digging her nails into his flesh. He leaned down to kiss her and released her legs, grabbing her breast as he concentrated his strokes. She bucked underneath him, urging him to go faster but he knew if he did that he couldn’t contain himself and he wasn’t ready to end just yet. He stopped kissing her and removed himself from inside her. He slapped her on the hip and said,
“Roll over.” She quickly rolled to her hands and knees and presented herself to him. He admired her large, shapely ass which tapered down to her luscious, thick thighs, wh
ich were opened widely. He ran his hands from her ankles to the backs of her knees then pressed his full hands on her thighs as he made his way up to her buttocks. Leaning in, he placed his engorged to her swollen lips and entered her with a slight grunt. He placed both hands on her ass and began to slowly thrust in and out of her, then quickened her pace as she rocked her hips. She braced herself with her hands and met each of his thrusts with a deliberate push of her own, angling her hips downward with each backwards impel. He slapped her ass and watched it turn red from his hand, then smacked her again and said,
“Oh, you’ve been so bad.” He slapped her one more time but this time he allowed her skin to remain in his grasp, as he closed his eyes and felt himself about to release his sex fluids. “Shit. Yes!” He pumped himself hard and deep into her as he felt his dick twitch inside of her. She pushed herself back on him, milking his cock for every last drop of fluid before feeling him pull back from her. He spanked her butt one last time then fell on the bed beside her.
She plopped face first into her pillow and looked to Dean, who was smiling with his eyes closed and said,
“I’m not it.” He opened his eyes and looked at her with a puzzled look. She chuckled and said, “For the sex rag. I’m not it. You’re it”. He closed his eyes and reached to her, putting his hand on the small of her back.
“I guess somebody’s going to have to call room service then.”
The following day started just like the others that they had shared since their arrival in France, with Dean calling down to room service, showering and got ready for a morning meeting. Jennifer planned to do some sight- seeing today and he had made plans to meet her at the Louvre at noon for lunch after her art tour. She had yearned to see the Mona Lisa since she was a child and today she would make that dream come true. He made sure she had a credit card and told her that the car would return as soon as he was dropped off at work, but she said that the car was unnecessary and she should walk the streets of Paris just like any other tourist.
“But you aren’t just any other tourist. You are the most beautiful tourist Paris has ever had the privilege of having visit and it may just want to scoop you up and never let you go.” He kissed her on the forehead and walked towards the door. “If I can’t make it, I’ll call.” He made a kiss noise and walked out the door, leaving her to her bagel, coffee and in desperate need of a shower.
Ready to face the day, Jen stepped out onto the Parisian sidewalk and started her way down to the intersection, where she planned to cross and head north for two blocks then turn left and find herself on the bank of the Seine, which she planned to follow for a while, taking in the beauty that was Paris; its smells and sounds, the mannerisms of the people and the fashion choices some of them made. The beautiful cobblestone path on which she was currently walking felt hard and uneven under her shoes, short topped sneakers matched with a mint green sundress which complemented the red of her hair and brought out the deep emerald of her eyes. Her hair was in a high ponytail on top of her head and she felt almost like a teenage girl, bopping about without a care in the world. She was in the most beautiful city in the world and with or without Dean, she was going to enjoy it. She wasn’t the type of woman to sit and mope when the sun was shining and there was adventure to be had.
Nope. Not Jenny Trask.
She marveled at the aroma of the fresh blooms that filled the air, mixed with the freshness of breads and baked goodies from a bakery on the corner. She spotted a river tour and checked the map route and found that there was a stop only a few short blocks from the Louvre, so she decided to treat herself to the spectacular scenery and views of the river. Jennifer checked her phone and saw that there was no message from Dean, so she purchased a ticket and boarded the boat, a small vessel that seated six passengers with comfortable and romantic seating. She sat alone in her seat for two and marveled at the splendor of the city and how it seemed to be alive, moving in a fluid motion as if caught in a Parisian symphony that gave the city life. Pedestrians seemed happy and full of life and the traffic seemed to move with graceful ease while the vendors and peddlers gave the area extra charm. She closed her eyes and felt the sun on her face as she gently floated down the river as she heard the captain of the petite craft announce their approach to their stop along the Right Bank, so she gathered her purse and put away her phone, for she had made sure to get tons of photographs of her tour, and waited for the boat to stop safely, greeted by a man with a smile as dazzling as the brightest of whites, who tied it off along the picturesque dock. The pathway to the street was lined with roses and bright flowers that she couldn’t even begin to try to name and this stone was sleek under her feet, precisely laid and polished to perfection before the first set of feet had been allowed upon it, by her best guess. It was divine.
Making her way to the museum, she marveled at its size. She had seen it many times in photographs but to actually see the massive, monumental building was absolutely awe inspiring. Of course, she took a few snapshots before making her way to the docent for her personal tour. Dean had arranged for her to get the most thorough tour of the historical art, as he knew it was a passion of hers and it would take longer than if she wandered on her own, for there were many things that she would now have access to, like the Mona Lisa and the Venus de Milo, which had both been taken down the previous week for refurbishing and were being held in a secure area. She didn’t know the details beforehand but found them out upon her arrival and immediately felt underdressed for such an important viewing. She looked like an American tourist at just the right time to NOT look like a tourist. Once again, way to go, Jen. She stood a little straighter, her bouncy breasts protruding and playing peek-a-boo with the spaghetti straps of the demure dress. It met at the waist and flared, stopping just above her knees, giving her a flouncy quality when she walked. There was no way to “class it up”, she was just entirely too cute and no matter how she stands, cute doesn’t always come across as class. No, Dean should have given her a heads up on this one. Regardless of her attire, she marveled her way through the private viewing and was given as much time as she needed with the works, granted she not touch them. It seemed like she stared at the gentle smile and masculine hands of the fragile art for hours, yet had not even begun to truly see them. The armless statue of the bare-breasted beauty intrigued her so deeply that she almost seemed real. What a truly remarkable day she was having, and according to her watch, it was now time to meet Dean outside. His car was to arrive promptly at noon and it was a quarter to, so she started making her way to the exit. There was still so much she hadn’t seen but she had covered the main points. She was sure it would take her numerous visits to see each and every piece of work contained in the massive former palace.
Jennifer sat on a small bench outside for over an hour, waiting for a call or text, possibly even the car, but nothing arrived for her. She wondered if something had happened to Dean or he got busy and forgot. Either way, she was hungry and decided to find somewhere on her own. She stood up and got her bearings of which way to go and just as she had committed to the bistro on the way back to the hotel with the delicious smelling breads, she saw Dean’s limousine approach. She turned to walk in its direction and Dean stood up from the roof of the stretched automobile with a dozen roses in his hand and screamed,
“I’m so sorry!” She couldn’t be mad at him. How could she?
Dean opened the door for her when the car came to a halt and produced his phone, which had been smashed to pieces.
“I dropped it getting out of the car and it shattered. I’ll have to get it replaced. I’m sorry I didn’t contact you.”
She leaned in to kiss him and he gave her a quick peck before positioning himself in the middle of the large back seat.
“I should mention. Michael is in town for this merger. I told him we would do supper with him tonight, if that’s alright with you.”
Jennifer felt as if she had been submerged in freezing water and then thrown into a hot tub. Michael was one
of the last people she really wanted to see right now. She really didn’t want to chance some feelings for him rising to the surface as she was trying to concentrate on her relationship with Dean. She had been in love with Michael Dunham since she was in high school and was fearful that her girlish crush would ruin potential love for her. Dean had qualities that she didn’t see in Michael but she couldn’t help but hold a special place for him in her heart and it seemed absurd if she tried to think about it logically. Logically, Dean was the smarter choice. Physically, Michael was more handsome and better in bed but Dean treated her like she was the only girl in the world when she was with him, most of the time. Unless he had to work.
He always had to work. She drew in her breath and tried to make it seem as natural as the rainfall when she said,
“Oh, no. I don’t mind. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
Dean didn’t notice that Jennifer had hardly touched her plate because she was nervous about seeing Michael because he had his tablet in his hand the whole time and rarely bothered to look up from it. Since he had broken his phone, he had to resort to the larger device, though sleek, still bulkier than the phone and quite an eyesore in Jennifer’s opinion. This was no place for technology. This was a sophisticated eatery with linen napkins and golden holders and should not be tainted by his gizmos and gadgets, but she didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. Who was she? Just some tag-along, girlfriend type who he had given off a week of work so she could accompany his hired driver around Paris. It seemed as if she and Jean Pierre were getting closer in their friendship, as she sat in the front seat with him on their ride back to the hotel yesterday. His English was nonexistent and her French was choppy, but their silence made her well aware of their connection, which was a better one than she had with Dean at this point. At least Jean Pierre would smile blankly to her and nod in an attempt to feign a conversation with her while Dean stared blankly at the screen in his hands. She put her napkin in her plate and excused herself to the bathroom and he only mumbled and slightly nodded his head.
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