The Labyrinth of Passion (romantic experiences)

by Charles Westmont

  The late morning sun was breaking through the courtyard curtains, teasing Etienne’s eyes to open. He could hear Justine in the bathroom and noticed that the drapes of the glass wall were slightly ajar. He could observe the coming and going of patrons and staff during the busy noon check out. Etienne came to the bathroom. Justine was stepping out of the shower. Her hair was tied in a bun and her body was glowing with cream. She rose on her toes to kiss him on the forehead. “Good morning to you too,” he said catching her butt. She escaped out of the bathroom and Etienne walked in the shower. He came out to see her sitting at the end of the bed, attending to her nails. The bed sheet was covering her lower body.

  “This suite is costing me a bundle, I think you will have to prove that you deserve such luxury,” Etienne said flaunting an ironic smile. Pulling a roll of French francs from his pocket, he began to trace a money trail starting from her feet at the bed and running in a winding path to cover the entire room with a U turn in front of the opening of the drapes. “I received a Jesuit education and I never learned to go anywhere in a straight line.”

  She dropped her nail file, looking at him perplexed. She wondered what would come next. His face was affecting a serious expression when he pulled her to the carpet bringing her head towards the first bill. “Now my little pest, you will remain on all fours and with your mouth, you will pick up some money for me.”

  She picked the first hundred francs bill with her teeth and raised a hand to take it. “No! No! Little lady, your lovely mouth can gather at least ten bills, before I will come to retrieve them.” She threw him a glance faking an angry smile and proceeded as ordered. Etienne was following her from behind. He would leave his observation of her wiggling ass, only to verify her progress. The bills were randomly coming from both sides of her face. She turned exposing her butt in the drape aperture. Etienne barked, “Stop!” He came to retrieve the bills from her mouth. He grabbed her bun of hair and proceeded to untie it to let the golden locks fall in an attempt at an impossible undertaking to cover her nudity. From the corner of his eye, he had seen the hotel staff walk past the room and quickly track back, with their eyes focused on Justine’s progress. Etienne gave her a slap catching both lower cheeks. “I expect you to retrieve every single bill!” he intoned while she was winding her way back to the bed. Etienne would not bring her the relief that he had promised of removing the bills from her mouth. Her lips and teeth could not hold and the bundle dropped. “You are a very bad girl,” he said. He began a mild spanking. The wetness of her thighs was aglow in the diffused lighting of the bedroom. He slid a finger all the way to her opened pussy and bringing it to his mouth said, “Thank God you taste good, this is your saving grace, I will give you another chance. Now go!” He saw the movement of faces peeking in the opening of the drapes. He heard the concierge through the light glass pane, “La belle blonde s’envoie en l’air.” She completed her chore with little assistance.

  She began to stand up, but Etienne grabbed her long mane holding her down. He dragged her gently between the two sofas and placing her on all fours over the coffee table. ”Stay still!” he ordered. Her face was pointed inside the suite but her drooling ass was exposed, directly facing the opening of the drapes. He moved behind her pulling his zipper down. He plowed in her open buttock slipping in with great ease and he began to fuck her madly. Etienne was surprised at the violence of his behavior. He would usually take pride at being a gentle lover. “What the heck, there has to be a first time for everything, and she does not appear to mind.” After a while, he pulled out. He walked around the table and grabbed her face. Very softly, his penis entered her mouth and throat, with little resistance. Her lips had formed into a vice and after a few strokes, he had to make a tactical withdrawal, in order to avoid a sudden eruption. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath. He saw what had become a gathering around the sofa across the hall. Etienne went back feeling a faked obligation to protect the vulnerable ass from view and resumed his aggression. Unfortunately, he found that his level of excitement was growing so fast that he had to stay in for shorter and shorter periods of aggression going from her butt to her mouth. Finally, he was back in her mouth. He could not hold in anymore and he erupted filling her throat. She coughed, choking, but her lips remained tightly wrapped around his organ. She swallowed in one swoop and let herself fall on the table. For the remainder of their stay, strangely, Justine was treated by the hotel staff with a deference reserved for celebrities.

  Les Galleries Lafayette

  They met on Boulevard Haussmann. Etienne chose the quiet, corner entrance to the Galleries Lafayette to grab Justine in a loving embrace. Les Grandes Galleries on boulevard Haussmann became a site for the lovers’ regular shopping excursions. On a quiet afternoon, Etienne had escaped a budget meeting to join Justine at the Galleries. First inaugurated in 1893, the Galleries Lafayette is an essential Parisian stop for fashion enthusiasts. Modeled after a Middle Eastern bazaar, the store flaunts unique Belle Epoque architecture, which features a dramatic colored glass dome and an ornate Art Nouveau staircase, offering dizzying perspectives.

  Justine, tangled in a deep exploration with her tongue, did not seem to mind two hands kneading and parting her butt with uncontrolled determination. In fact Etienne was under attack by an unusual number of butterflies that were travelling from his crotch up to his throat with more boldness than usual. He was relishing his devilish plan to offer her a sexy outfit to replace the tunics and knee length dresses and skirts that she wore yet so well. He was going to make a generous step to reveal and share with others, these lovely unending thighs.

  They moved inside the turnstile doors and after the usual zigzag to explore jewelry, accessories and perfumes, they took the staircase and bypassed the high fashion second floor to land on the third level. At that level, the gallery opened to reveal the fireworks of the fabulous stained glass dome, sparkling in the afternoon sun. He pulled her to a section promoting new designs that he had taken time to explore on a lone planning quest in the morning. He left Justine who was absorbed in a snooping mission and went to the counter to retrieve a two-piece costume that he had chosen and reserved that morning, “Look Justine this costume would look good on you, why don’t you try it on,” he said and he handed her the skirt.

  “Wow!” she exclaimed, “this looks quite short, what size is it?”

  Etienne unsure of her next reaction responded casually, “I am quite sure it will fit, please try it.”

  She lifted to her toes and kissed him on the cheek. She left for the closet to try it on. When she came out, Etienne knew he wanted it on her. The little piece of cloth was more an excuse to cover her ass and mound, but it fitted like a glove. Her legs and thighs were glowing in the light boasting their new found freedom. The top was dropping gently around her breasts revealing just enough.

  “Maybe I should not,” she said.

  Etienne grabbed her hands. His eyes locked on hers. “I love you, it is perfect.”

  “I will be wearing it,” she said to the cashier placing her old dress in the bag while Etienne was paying the bill. He felt like Napoleon at Austerlitz when they walked back to the escalator. They went down. Justine was taking in her new look in the mirror facing them, while Etienne was nonchalantly catching the inquisitive looks emerging from the upward escalator, all somewhat aiming in the same direction.

  Place de la Madeleine

  They began with after-dinner strolls, exploring store entrances. After a cursory assessment of the goods exhibited, they would begin their love game, partly hidden from the sidewalk. They would kiss, they would touch, they would rub. Etienne wondered how many entrances they could conquer on a given evening walk, before they would give each other an orgasm. Justine had taken a liking to her little costume, giving it a deserved rest only when they went to bed. On an all day long exploration of the city by herself, before Etienne’s arrival, she was taking growing pleasure at men looking in her direction with inviting intensity. Quite often she wo
uld be briefly courted, gestures that she would repel with kindness, but clear firmness. One of their favorite evening hunting territories was Place de la Madeleine. The famous place gets its name from the 19th-century neoclassical church at its center. Given the abundance of gourmet food stores surrounding the large square, it might well have been named after Proust’s little teacake. One late evening, just behind place de la Madeleine, she met Etienne coming out of a taxi. They promptly moved toward the semi privacy of the first portico at Fauchon. The celebrated food emporium founded by Auguste Fauchon in 1886, elevates food shopping to couturier level.

  He was moving his lips on her ear. She responded by darting at his side with her nipple. He could see in her smile something facetious, but exciting. He began wondering what new surprise she had in store for him. Nearing the door, he began a serious kiss. His hands moved down her back. Lifting the few centimeters of her skirt, his hands, unhindered by her panties, parted her soft buttock cheeks.

  “I thought you would like it,” she said, “considering these undies were only getting in the way.” He brought his fingers to her lips, while his other hand kept the skirt up above her belly button. They began a fierce competition whereby their lips were taking turns to lick and suck each other’s finger, taking turns openly to dip into her moist chatte. With the growing intensity in his stomach, he saw himself slip to his knees. Etienne began an offensive with his nose his chin, his lips, his tongue raping her insides. With both hands he kept her ass stretched open. Her anus was pressing against the shop window. He barely took notice of a man inside the store mopping the floor. The man had his back turned away from them, but he appeared to be approaching with unusual celerity. Justine began squirming, her back and ass rubbing with renewed furor against the glass. She broke into a scream announcing Etienne’s certain victory. Fearing they had attracted too much attention, they walked back to their hotel smiling at the crowd standing curiously at a close-by bus stop despite the absence of service at that late hour.

  Substance

  Justine decided to return to Cairo for the holidays. Etienne and his team were spending the holidays in Australia. A few days before their departure, she invited Etienne to visit her new apartment in the company of the Divin Marquis. The apartment overlooked the magnificent fountain adorning the majestic Place de la République.

  Etienne and Justine had decided to celebrate the holidays following their return to Paris in mid-January. The Divin Marquis appeared at the apartment in the company of Etienne with a Christmas present. “I will not be sharing your celebration in January. I insist that you open your present.” He could not hide a smirk tinted with malice when he handed the package to Justine. Justine’s excitement was heightened by her apprehension about the Divin Marquis’s surprises. She proceeded to tear open the wrapping. She opened the box. Etienne witnessed her face turn to the crimson color of the carpet. The Divin Marquis was split in two, laughing. Justine pulled a red whip from the box and took a step to whip him. She stopped and jumped on Etienne’s lap holding the whip and laughing, she said, “From this day onward, I will keep your excellency under tight control.”

  Justine stood and bowed, “My friends! If you care to bear with me, I will impose upon you a short concert for your entertainment. My upright Gaveau piano followed me to Paris, to occupy my lonely moments. I play early in the evening in order not to disturb the neighborhood.” She went on to play Chopin’s Sonata 2. Etienne’s fondness for music began in early life, when he sat on his grandmother’s lap at the piano. His godmother was rehearsing for her concerts with the Australian Symphony where she was the orchestra’s in-house pianist. Her marvelous play captured the soul of Etienne, at that very early age, and for a lifetime. Etienne never developed any special talent as a musical performer, but he could not let a day go by without nourishing his soul with a few hours of music.

  Justine’s fingers were floating over the notes of the first movement. She performed with a very soft dexterity. The second movement, the Funeral March was one of Etienne’s favorites. Droplets were running on his cheeks. He already reveled in a life filled with private performances, in the comfort of his own home.

  After the vegetarian diner, the last bottle of wine was accompanied by a special treat. Justine placed a block of something that she did not identify in the hookah. The water pipe is an object more often used for smoking cannabis. They are sold officially to smoke tobacco. Smoking with a water pipe is deemed quite different to smoking an ordinary pipe. Water pipes cool the smoke and create a large amount of smoke that the user can inhale sharply.

  Justine took a couple of puffs and passed the pipe to the others. She left for her bedroom.

  “You know me, an occasional pipe smoker,” the Divin Marquis said loudly and he began smoking. “This is quite exciting and it tastes and smells like apple,” he went on, before passing the pipe to Etienne. Etienne was more careful pretending to smoke, but inhaling very little.

  An experience of long ago, when he was visiting western India was imprinted in his memory. He was attending a private party. A pretty redhead came to sit next to him and offered a water pipe. The next thing he remembers of the event is a knock on his door that awoke him in his hotel bedroom, the following morning. Etienne enquired about the long unconscious period. His party companion could not hide his amusement, “You had a hell of a time dancing with every girl that could stand up, until I brought you back to the hotel, in the early hours of the morning.”

  “This going to be fun,” thought Etienne, while he watched the Divin Marquis. He had however the decency to warn his associate to go at it slowly. Justine emerged from the bedroom covered from head to toes with a semi-transparent veil. The smoky blue garment was loosely wrapping a divine body otherwise stark naked. She went to the stereo and followed with a belly dance. She approached the Divin Marquis, her breasts insistent, close to his face as she took the pipe for a few puffs. Her swaying turned more sensuous, progressing to a devilish trance. Ignoring Etienne, she would repeatedly turn her attention to the Divin Marquis, who was clapping to the beat, encouraging each of her undulations. Etienne was totally overtaken by the natural grace of her movements. He sat motionless, wanting to believe that he was not dreaming. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the Divin Marquis attempting to stand, at first with some difficulty and then steadying his pace, he somehow gathered his energy and danced to approach Justine. She came to him wiggling and rubbing against his body languorously. The Divin Marquis was floating in his own world by then. He reached for the Christmas present and began whipping Justine butt each time that she presented it to proximity. The routine was more and more pleasurable and she kept coming at him for more. The Divin Marquis dropped the whip and froze in place. Without warning, he collapsed over the lounging chair.

  Etienne had difficulty controlling his laughter and began straightening the Divin Marquis on his back into a more comfortable posture. Justine took a few puffs from the pipe and came like a cat in heat behind Etienne, licking his neck, biting his ear lobes, while her pussy was rubbing over his crotch. Etienne turned and pulled the veil leaving Justine naked. He then pushed her over the Divin Marquis on the chair. The Divin Marquis did not react to the assault, pursuing a mild snore. Etienne placed Justine on her knees. Her hands were holding the back of the chair and her bare breasts were brushing the Divin Marquis’s face. Etienne opened her thighs wide and began fondling her pussy and her anus both already moist with pleasure. He then penetrated her following the gentle rhythm of the music. His friend was lying unconscious, unaware of the performance. Justine began rubbing her nipples over the Divin Marquis’s face. Etienne had to pull out a few times, to avoid an early eruption. After a while, resistance became impossible and he ejaculated over Justine’s back from her anus to her neck.

  She pulled away from the chair to grab Etienne in a wild kiss and they rolled over the carpet. They awoke much later, in the early morning hours to the loud beat of the Divin Marquis snoring. They sat beginning to recal
l the evening’s events and started to laugh. Justine looked at the Divin Marquis and noticed blotches of sperm caked on his forehead. In a panic, she ran to the bathroom and returned with a damp cloth to wipe away the damage. While she proceeded wiping his forehead, the Divin Marquis opened his eyes.

  “Etienne thought you did not look well,” she said, recuperating her composure, “I hope this is making you feel better.” Then she realized that she was completely naked. Etienne shared with the Divin Marquis the rapid exit of a gorgeous round ass. “What the hell happened here?” asked the Divin Marquis. Etienne turned to hide a smirk. “I think we all passed out with this smoke, I woke up just before you did.”

  After the Divin Marquis left the apartment, Etienne lifted Justine onto the lounging chair where they made love gently, until their embrace induced a repairing sleep. Etienne awoke to see Justine stretched on a chair, sucking her thumb. He noticed tears rolling on her cheeks. “I hope you never leave me Etienne. I was carried away with excitement that I did not control. I did not want to offend you with the impertinence of my teasing with the Divin Marquis.”

  Etienne had a difficult time to hide how much he had shared her excitement. “Dearest Justine you are my wild bird. I keep you a cage, but the door is always open. You are free to come and go as you wish and to act as you please. Whatever the directions you will take to follow your desires, I hope you will always come back to me and that I will be there to love you.” She came to his arms pressing her lips on his.