She raced off to the bathroom and soaked her body in perfumed water, her bosoms rising up out of the froth like twin bunnies, her two nipples like pink noses, her fluffy pussy tingling in the warm water as she pictured herself with Conrado, it made her feel all girly, it gave her a lift like a lazy Sunday would where there’s every reason to wear absolutely nothing all day long indoors and out.
After she dried off she tugged on her little pair of azalea pink undies which gathered around the hips and ruffled at the top. Her thin strapped bra with gathers on the upper part of the cups and ruffles around the cleavage made her feel as if Conrado’s two golden hands were clinging to her supple skin, caressing her nipples twisting them with his fingertips.
She pulled up her pleated white skirt and pulled over her shoulders her paisley top with swirls of pink and green with purple edging. She wore a pink belt with leather strands around the waist section and a fringed tie. Again she wore Malachi’s silver box chain necklace and she tied on roman high heels in pale orange. For a fun look she tied her hair in little pig-tails. She looked like a fourteen-year-old about to go on a family picnic.
Before Malachi had woken she’d left a note on the fridge saying she was off for one more shopping spree.
Malachi lifted the bedcovers off his body with speediness capturing his sperm in a tissue, “That was the greatest wank I’ve ever had over you Angea-Lea.” He turned to her but she was not there, just ruffled bed sheets and the cover turned down. “Where have you gone my love?” He bounced off the bed slipped on his bed-boxers and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of icy cold milk from the fridge. “Gone shopping, where do you get the money for this? I know I haven’t given you any,” he told himself. “You didn’t mention this time you were going window shopping.”
Suspicion drove Malachi to hire a private detective to find out just what was going on.
Conrado showed after anther coin was thrown into the fountain. He took her to Locarno on the shores of Lago Maggiore, which straddled Italy and Switzerland, Locarno basked in warm-near-mediterranean breezes and bright Italian sun. She soaked up the sun and under luxuriant palm trees Conrado answered yes to all the questions she had asked at the chalet. His moves were talented and with a little patience and understanding, phenomenal sex he taught her. She was willing to learn his favourite techniques and from time to time he asked her, “Does this give you the right balance sexually?” or “Is there any other way I can discover what you need between your legs?”
He knew he could really knock her out by observing her body. He inserted after kissing her wanting lips he could see her inching towards an orgasm he could tell by her cheeks and neck he watched them flush, her skin felt warm to his touch and she breathed faster and more shallow than usual. He thrusted faster and faster until they orgasmed together. She kissed him all over and he kissed her all over and they were ready to play sexually again. In and out, in and out his penis moved within her and in minutes he could feel her legs grip him more tightly, he watched her back arch as she thrust her pelvis against him, this could only mean she was getting into his rhythm on the way to another sweet, sweet orgasm. Her eyes were locked onto his butt at one stage she shifted her pelvis in reverse so she couldn’t feel his penetration as much and he all of a sudden realised he was thrusting too hard, too fast and too deep, he eased off then fireworks began she moaned loudly then it dropped to a whimper, their bodies shuddered at the vibration of another explosive orgasm for both of them. He knew when to change gears he held one hand in hers and massaged her down below with the other they eased into the spoons position and cuddled, he scored a hit and many more beyond.
The private detective videoed the entire sex-rumble then sped back to the chalet.
Conrado and Angea-Lea looked at each other then out at the water as it glistened under the rays of the sun. After three hours Angea-Lea kissed him goodbye following a swim in the sea.
Meanwhile Malachi viewed the video the private detective had dropped off. He couldn’t believe what he saw, his baby making love under the palms with some freak.
Two mates who once shared love and laughter reduced to this, Malachi thought, we made a pact to keep it serious. Malachi felt down as he waited for Miss Unfaithful to return. What had he done to deserve this kind of treatment? It just wasn’t fair.
Jiminez came running up the steps to his room telling him that there exists five naked men above the fireplace.
“Come, take a look!” he ordered. Malachi dashed down the steps and glued his eyes on the guys, “That last fella is the one I saw in the video.”
“What do you mean Malachi?”
“Never mind son get ready for supper Mom will be home soon, I hope.”
There was no doubt he was beset with a practical problem crying out for a practical solution. But, how hard could that be, he was a practical chap. He’d sort it out all by his lonesome.
The next day should bring about better circumstances, he thought, then, perhaps a walk in the woods to clear our heads and talk about those aspects of the relationship that somehow got discarded.
Angea-Lea walked through the front door as if nothing had gone on. Malachi was seated on an animal print chair. “Hello, what have you been up to?”
“I have been doing a lot of running around, looking for maternity clothes.”
“Your travel was short trips so it is my guess you were looking for something or someone specific and you may have had to go from one place to the next to get it.”
“I finally got it.”
He got up from the chair to place the video in the player. He sat silently waiting for a reaction.
“What is this?” Angea-Lea stormed. “How did you manage to take a film of us?”
“I hired a private detective.”
“Well, you see Malachi, I fell instantly in love with the five most sexiest men, the ones in the frame…”
“…Above the fireplace. I know this Conrado was your last…that must mean you met up with the others and shagged them too.”
“Yyyess,” she said shamefully as she watched tears stream down Jiminez’s eyes.
In a stern voice Malachi ordered, “Tomorrow you start doing more running around but this time for someone closer to you…me, do you hear? I should spank you on the bottom!”
Outside, a man stood listening to the brawling and Angea-Lea rushed out the door and ran up the trail crying her eyes out. After she turned the bend the impeccably dressed gentleman who had been following her grabbed her blindfolding her after gagging her. He carried her two metres to where his Appaloosa was tied up and lifted her onto the horse climbed onto the horse himself after untying his horse and cantered away through the wilderness.
Malachi heard the pounding of horse’s hooves there was no sign of Angea-Lea. He thought perhaps she’d just taken one of the horses for a ride to rid herself of the hurt she must have felt.
Her mind was focused on sorrow, she did not know where she was headed or with whom. She tried hard to change her mind. Knowing people would depend upon her she needed to be content within herself. What will the future bring? Stability, she hoped. She tried to tell the abductor what she wanted. That she wanted to go back to the chalet where her dear little family stayed. But her words were muffled and she felt she was getting nowhere.
Along the path through rugged bushland there were some food plants and natural corridors under sheltering canopies for wildlife. After one hour of riding they stopped in the middle of a natural corridor. Poor Angea-Lea ached all over, she was in much need of some serious rest and she desperately wanted to know who her abductor was.
He lifted her delicate body off the horse beads of perspiration saturating her top and skirt. Angea-Lea was respected amongst the Parisians her poise and beauty everyone adored and everyone looked up to her because of her compassion for the sick. Sighing, she wondered if Malachi would come for her. Although gloom chased her thoughts around she felt mildly excited knowing he was an adventurous sort, not just in the be
droom.
Her abductor helped her down from the horse and placed her gently on the leaf-littered forest floor resting her back against a tall tree. Her heart was pounding erratically beating on and off, her palms becoming sweaty after her blindfold and gag were removed.
Her breath caught in her throat it was none other than “Manuel Châteaux!” she screamed.
“You will have to be gagged again if you do not keep it down.”
Like a wild panther sensing danger Angea-Lea’s green eyes focused on Manuel’s striking black eyes resembling the night, she tried to wear his stare but could not.
Dizziness struck her but then let go, struggling now to let go Manuel’s strong embrace. His slightly muscled chest dug into her cheek, she sucked in a little too quickly and her throat became sore as if she had a cold.
She could smell on him a feint spicy scent and it mingled with the scented wildflowers and crisp alpine air.
His familiar, mesmerising eyes, sparkled, as if he had just been kissed by an angel. Her mind clung to that scene and they vanished as day turned into night.
Conrado inching toward a climax with Angea-Lea
Chapter Fourteen
Being an angel she could just up and fly away to safety, but the angels from heaven had descended and whispered the fact that she had been unfaithful to Malachi, and that she had lost her angelic powers probably for good, although the angels accepted her unmarried relationship with him due to the fact that in early biblical days if a gent wanted to marry a lady, all he had to do was to take her into his tent and make love to her, a written agreement was not necessary back then, but the couple were required to be faithful to each other.
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Malachi and Jiminez searched everywhere for Angea-Lea and decided to travel in the four-wheel-drive to search the wooded acreage surrounding the chalet. In the early hours of the morn Malachi and Jiminez as frustrated as ever arrived back to the chalet without Angea-Lea. She was nowhere to be found. Angea-Lea Siffleur was on the missing list.
Upstairs in his room Malachi paced up and down the floors, heartsick, his coat he had thrown off, perspiration forming droplets on his shirt, telling Jiminez over and over just what led to her disappearance.
A full search party was sent out to bring her back and when the five playboys heard of her being missing they too searched.
The mountains were rugged, early in the morn at the top of a rocky ledge the horses stopped and Malachi and Jiminez on strawberry roan arabian horses had pulled the reins, they stared at the sleepy village of Ticino.
They dismounted and shared a quick coffee and checked out the map to decide where to look next.
Mounting and shoving their boots into the belly of the arabian stallions they took off again. They just could not wait to find their lovely.
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The rugged frost-bitten alpine areas surrounded a sun-drenched oasis, a pretty emerald lake. For twenty-four long hours Manuel had taken Angea-Lea on a death defying ride to the once most polluted lake in Europe but since it had been made swimmable by means of an extensive purification program, no one was in sight.
“You are beginning to get a disagreeable feminine odour about you we shall stop here on the grassy shore and bathe.”
He went to help her off with her garments and she elbowed him in the side howling, “Don’t you lay a finger on me.”
“Angea-Lea my love don’t be silly you need my help you are weary from the journey,” he said all smiles, hoping to melt her icy heart as he rubbed her aching shoulders with his bony hands.
“Get your hands off me you skeleton,” she screamed, her fierce eyes flashing up at his and with one big eyebrow and aggressive looking mouth she hissed like an untamed cat.
He turned and looked the other way promising her he would not peek.
Off came her paisley top and her white skirt and belt, her shoes and her necklace. Little did she notice that as she walked towards the water’s edge the necklace became half-buried in the rich earth and succulent vegetation. He handed her some soap and he turned around again, just when she thought it was safe off came her underthings, Manuel turned around and took a peek at her bare bottom, she sensed him looking turned around and screamed blue murder at him. Looking into the deep green waters her mind dragged up unwanted thoughts from the past when her father upset the fine balance between Malachi and herself. If her father had not have forced her to come to Switzerland she would never have been kidnapped by the stick insect. Her spine tingled with the eerie thought.
“I cannot change the past so now I had better enjoy the future,” she whispered to the fish and the birds half-laughing, half-crying.
“I have been way behind in my work, people stop by to chat about nothing but I am too nice to tell them to go away, I get even further behind, but I am building a nice rich future for you and me Angea-Lea.”
“Why don’t you ask some of your chatty friends to give you a hand?”
“Then I would have to pay them,” Manuel told her bitterly. He was a selfish man what was his was his.
The curve of her breasts were tempting to any man her nipples so hard from the cool water, her sweetest part covered with goosebumps. She soaped and soaped and washed her silky golden bob that reminded Manuel of a bouquet of daffodils. He liked to think on her level about flowers, the blending of their colours and textures. She scrubbed her soiled clothes wrung them in her hands and lay them out on the grassy slope, then stepped into her damp underthings.
“Today has been a real drag nothing much has happened only a ride on horseback and a dip.”
His eyes squinted as he tried to work out how to keep her happy. Besides, she was an eighteen-year-old with much sexual energy surging through her veins.
“This evening will be special,” he drolled.
“Great! What are we going to do, have a screaming match?”
“I told you I am no ordinary Frenchman I make love not war!”
“Not with this angel you don’t!”
She tried to wish him into disappearing but he was determined to hang around, he wanted her, the perfect prize.
The grassy slope offered a reclining seat to a lady exhausted from being moved from place to place, lying in the sun in her underthings still damp from being washed she waited patiently for the rest of her clothes to dry under the striking sun.
“You may turn around now Mr. Romance.”
According to the stars it was a good day for beginning a new partnership for Manuel, being an Aries if today was the day to tie the knot it was great to start a long term and happy relationship. A half-hour later her clothes were dry, she dressed.
That night as the stars came out to play Manuel tried with all his might to arrange a romantic dinner for two, but it was clear to see she did not have eyes for him. He had hoped the eve would be bright and cheerful for them both but she made it hell complaining about the meal of canned steak and canned snails with a dessert of dried fruit. What a lousy take-out for someone as sophisticated as this woman!
As Angea-Lea lay snug in her fur lined sleeping bag she dreamed a futuristic dream. She looked at the deep blue eyes of her newborn baby, it melted her heart. The love she felt for her baby was incredible. The emotion as she looked into his eyes was so, so beautiful. Music from Manuel’s tent woke her and the smell of lavender oil from his oil burner was enticing. He obviously had it in mind to entice her to sleep with him. But then weariness won and she dozed off sleeping solidly until dawn.
Following breakfast they packed up and mounted the dappled horse. Down the rock-crystal, woody declivity the horse manager directed the Appaloosa under the trees that stood sublime and transversely over large roundish stones scattered here and there, forming crannies in the dawny glow echoing the sounds of the birds’ chirpings.
I must keep riding not give up. This is wrong I know it is to snatch a girl away from her home. It is not as if I do not know her, she is no stranger to me. Manuel’s mind fought the guilt of snatching
this pretty little French teenager until he became almost indecisive. Should he let her go, or return her to the Swiss chalet? Not now, not ever.
Preoccupied with thoughts of giving up he failed to notice the five toyboys on horseback ready to pounce as they rode into an extensive tract of land cleared of wood on higher ground.
The moment he spotted the ill-favoured men Angea-Lea at the top of her voice yelled “save me” but they weren’t quick enough and Manuel whipped the horse and sped away.
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