It took quite a while before they could separate. gasping for breath, Michelle whispered unusually directly, "Come home with me." Actually, it wasn't even a question, more like a breathless command, which, thanks to her lovely French accent, seemed more like a kind suggestion.
After a few moments of reflection, Adolé agreed, knowing how this evening would end and that she was knowingly putting herself at an incalculable risk.
13.
They boarded the first car of the taxi series, which had previously waited in a well-behaved queue for its next passenger. As they both took their seats in the back seat, it was not difficult for them to maintain physical contact despite the unknown driver and the discretion offered. Outside the driver's field of vision they held hands, massaged their hands, touched each other's thighs and played with their fingers.
Adolé could hardly wait for Michelle to arrive. After what felt like an eternity, the taxi stopped at the address she had ordered and they got out. Even Adolé, who did not know Hamburg in such detail, noticed in no time at all that they were in Winterhude, a district just outside the city centre and one of the most expensive parts of Hamburg. Adolé was curious to know in what noble hotel Michelle was staying, which was so out of town and at the same time in such an illustrious district.
She was surprised when Michelle walked purposefully towards a high iron gate. The entrance gate was surrounded by an almost three meter high brick wall, which was partly covered with ivy. Michelle entered a code on the panel at the entrance, reaching into her jacket pocket and pulling out a key. With this she unlocked the gate and made an inviting gesture in Adolé's direction. She hesitated for a moment and then walked towards Michelle, who stood expectantly on an accurately raked pebble path framed by meticulously trimmed boxwoods. Hand in hand they walked along the path, which was indirectly lit by small spotlights and after the first bend the trees opened up the view of a beautiful old villa. It too was beautifully set in scene by well-placed spotlights and warm light. An impressive picture. Adolé was speechless.
"Is this where you live?" Adolé was surprised to discover. Michelle smiled and, as usual, answered eloquently with a short "yes".
After a while, she pushed after explaining: "I often and gladly come to Hamburg. I simply love this wonderful city and have been coming here regularly for years. After spending weeks in different hotels here every year, I just didn't feel comfortable anymore. Because I like Hamburg so much and because it's easy to get everywhere from here, I decided to settle down here - next to Paris, of course. And voilà! There it is." With a sweeping movement of her arms she once pointed to the villa and the surrounding garden.
Adolé was genuinely impressed. She was still more familiar with Hamburg's city centre, but she knew from her numerous stays here, of course, that Winterhude was one of the best, most popular and therefore also one of the most expensive pavements in the Hanseatic city, if not one of the most expensive in the entire republic. Even she, whose career and business were going extremely well, would have difficulties in getting hold of such a large and beautiful villa at one of these hotspots right next to the city park and near the Alster. The supply of vacant buildings was simply not great either. But she had never really tried it, she was rooted in the southern German region, but she was still deeply impressed.
She liked the villa. It was not too big and not too small and had a very pleasant aura. Just now in spring the garden was also stunning. When they entered Michelle's home, they again looked at red brick walls, which Adolé loved so much. They took off their clothes and went into the kitchen. The house had a uniquely cosy and familiar atmosphere. Exquisite furniture, indirect lighting and selected green plants created a cosy ambience in which she immediately felt at home.
From an oversized refrigerator ("I love big refrigerators!!" - Michelle) the hostess fished a chilled bottle of the best Chardonnay and gave it to Adolé together with a bottle opener.
"That you have kept this from me all this time... I am outraged!", Adolé joked carefree, while at the same time tampering with the bottle. "What a view of the countryside. What peace and quiet! I'm delighted."
Michelle, who was aware of the exclusivity of her property, only smiled, "I had had my eye on this house for a long time and a few years ago it finally became available. I couldn't help but strike directly. I just love this house." Adolé sensed Michelle's attachment to this place. She liked it when something like this happened, because it was far too rare these days - real dedication and passion for something and the passion to create a real home from it. It was not difficult for her to understand this closeness and she settled down with two chilled glasses of wine on one of the light leather couches in the living room.
The evening was already advanced, but despite the proximity to the sea, it was wonderfully warm on this beautiful summer day. She enjoyed that Michelle opened the doors to the outside area wide and let some air into the heated rooms.
Shortly afterwards, the relaxed swing sounds of Michael Bublé pervaded the candle-lit living room. A light, carefree mood spread and Adolé knew again how she had got into this house and what she wanted there. She placed the glasses on the coffee table and fixed Michelle.
After she put the CD cover aside, Michelle turned around and walked straight towards Adolé. Adolé knew what was about to happen and she knew she wanted it, just like Michelle wanted it.
There was no way back.
She leaned back into the soft leather of the upholstered furniture and Michelle sat down without hesitation, tantalizingly astride her lap. They looked at each other briefly, then there was no stopping them. They kissed each other intimately, demanding, their arms clasped around each other. The discreet background music made their encounter perfect. While Adolé tried hard to find her way under Michelle's top with her hands, Michelle held Adolé's head with both hands during the passionate kiss and repeatedly stroked her curly hair. At the same time she gently pushed her lower body back and forth on Adolé's lap.
Adolé didn't know where to reach for first, where to kiss first, too many emotions poured down on her at once. But she felt good. Michelle felt good, kissing her felt good. She tasted so good. It all felt so right, like nothing she'd ever felt before in her life.
As they gradually surrendered to their desires on the bright designer leather couch, it became more and more obvious that this sofa was too uncomfortable for two women their age. Why not go to a more comfortable camp?
Adolé therefore dared to ask after a short time whether it would be possible to change the location and whether there would be a bedroom.
Smiling, Michelle kissed her a few more times and then said breathlessly and in her usual charming French accent: "C'est possible - possibly.
With this she separated from Adolé, stood up, took her by the hand and went up the stairs to the first floor and into the bedroom with a very large and comfortable waterbed. Adolé's heart took another leap - she loved waterbeds.
To express her joy, she took Michelle's face in both hands, kissed it and gently pushed her backwards onto the soft waterbed. They both came to lie on the bed at the same time, Michelle backwards below, Adolé half on top of her.
While they were kissing intimately, Adolé was already beginning to get Michelle out of her top. She kissed her neck, her décolleté and her upper breast. A slight moaning from Michelle told her that she was not entirely wrong about what she was doing.
She unbuttoned the blouse further and kissed further down to her navel, pushed the blouse off Michelle's body and then turned to her bra. Kissing, she worked her way up, then down again and finally began to pull the straps of the bra off her shoulders. Michelle joined in and her kisses became the most intense Adolé had ever experienced.
Michelle was extremely cooperative, straightening up and making it easier for her to open the bra. When she pulled it off and Adolé looked at Michelle's naked and perfect breasts, she realized how close they had become that night.
Adolé looked at Michelle,
shook her head at this incredible experience and kissed her tenderly and passionately, holding her close and holding her tightly in her arms. They swayed back and forth. It was obvious how much both enjoyed this closeness, this warmth.
After the kiss had faded away, Adolé looked for Michelle's gaze, as if to allow her to continue. In an unspoken agreement, she then began to look after Michelle's trousers. As she continued to kiss Michelle's neck while lying down, first unbuttoned the top button of her waistband and then all the others. Michelle was happy to let it happen and enjoyed the way Adolé devoted herself to her neck, her ear and many other areas of her upper body.
It didn't take long before Michelle wiped the long pants off. "You feel so good," whispered Adolé in Michelle's ear, feeling the closeness, and then kissed that very same ear again, nibbling the earlobe and kissing along the neck to Michelle's breasts and aroused nipples. A gentle moaning confirmed what she was doing. She herself was already inflamed and felt how she too became more and more aroused and how the moisture was collecting in her middle. The blood pulsed in her veins and Adolé knew that anything could happen that night.
She paused, straightened up and contemplated the beauty of Michelle that had captivated her from the beginning. For simplicity's sake, she immediately took off her blouse and bra and then lay back on Michelle. Her upper bodies met, her naked breasts touched each other intensely.
They embraced and loved each other, sometimes one was on top, sometimes the other, sometimes one took the initiative, sometimes the other. Both enjoyed this night, the closeness, the heat of their bodies and the pleasure one gave the other.
Adolé knew that this night was something very special, something she had never experienced before in such intensity. Their sweaty bodies rubbed against each other again and again as Adolé, driven by lust, removed even the last piece of fabric from Michelle's slender body. She pulled her panties towards her knees, beyond them and finally pushed them over her feet. With one skillful movement, she threw them across the bedroom.
They looked at each other and had to laugh. An intense gaze followed, a gentle touch of Adolé, who gently stroked Michelle's pretty face and bent over stunned with happiness, to kiss Michelle once again, obviously in love, first tenderly, then more and more determined and wildly. Her lips met, then her tongues. A wild dance flared up in their mouths.
"Would you tell me if I was doing something wrong?" she whispered softly in Michelle's ear. "You can't do that," she replied with a noticeably agitated breath and pressed Adolé firmly to herself. It could not be denied, she too was over the moon about Adolé, whose desire, affection and lust was now obvious to her.
"Do whatever you want. I want you to." This "permission" sparked undreamt-of desire in Adolé, who was already very excited. She needed no further prompting. Another look and a quiet "Tell me anyway if you don't want it..." later she slowly began to kiss Michelle's athletic body further towards her centre. That this incredible woman was now lying naked in her arms became clear to her in the meantime and inspired her more and more.
She kissed over her slender flanks, her firm belly and on over her thighs, which had been hardened by regular exercise, up to Michelle's knees, before she worked her way back up over the insides of her thighs to her centre. Michelle did not refuse her, worked along with her and only too willingly spread her thighs in lustful anticipation. She enjoyed this sensitive treatment. It wasn't long before Adolé had kissed herself all the way to her well-shaven center and then surrendered to her epicenter of lust completely uninhibited.
Michelle shrugged several times with relish and cramped her hands into the bedding. Then she began to moan loudly under the soothing massage of Adolé's tongue. An excited "Oh God! Oh yeah, that's good, don't stop... don't stop... oh fuck yeaheah" later Adolé knew how to bring Michelle to a gigantic climax.
She didn't give in, continued to lick her centre point persistently, explored it sometimes further up, sometimes further down, sometimes more to the side and knew that it didn't need much effort anymore until Michelle had reached her peak. She caressed her pearl of love and meanwhile held her sweaty hips firmly in her hands, pushed her pelvis sometimes more to the right, sometimes more to the left and also felt that Michelle pushed her lower body forward and gave way again and again in time with the beat of the tongue.
A few moments later, Adolé felt a brief pause, a vibration of the pelvis, then Michelle reared up trembling and moaning, writhing spasmodically under her touch for a few moments, began to twitch and collapsed exhausted shortly thereafter under a loud groan. She gasped for breath.
Adolé knew that she had come and enjoyed this intense moment of closeness, letting go of her and kissing over her naked lower body, upper body and neck towards her face, and then came to lie beside her, gasping for air herself.
Both bodies were wrapped in sweat before Michelle had caught herself and took the scepter in her hand.
"You are so wonderful. ", she whispered into Adolé's ear with her sexy unmistakable French accent and slowly began to undress Adolé's body and explore it with kisses.
Adolé felt the excitement increase in her and how much she now wanted to feel Michelle's closeness as well. Very cooperative, she responded to every touch, loved all her kisses and gently directed them wherever she wanted Michelle's attention. As a result, Michelle gave her several lustful tremors, triggered by her sensual creativity and ingenuity, which did not stop at the edge of the bed.
A storm of sensations swept over Adolé, several exciting finales left both of them barely able to catch their breath, sometimes it was Michelle who was active, sometimes Adolé, whose crazy ideas drove both of them to undreamt-of heights.
In the end, they lay in each other's arms, exhausted, sweaty and breathing heavily, in a night that neither of them had expected at the beginning of the day.
The sun was already rising when Adolé Michelle looked lovingly into her eyes and without another word gave her a last intense kiss, during which she held her delicate body securely in her arms. She felt good, safe and arrived, she knew that she could let herself fall and that that night she had found the answer to the big question in life.
14.
When Adolé opened his eyes, it was already early in the morning. She had seldom slept as well as that resounding night. She looked over to the other side of the bed and noticed that she was alone in the big waterbed.
Smiling, she lollied in the cool sheets and thought happily about the exciting scenes of the previous night. What a magical night! What an experience! Mind blowing!
She looked around. She heard no noise in the bedroom or the adjoining bathroom, so she assumed Michelle was on the ground floor. For the first time she had the opportunity to see the interior of this dream villa in daylight. The bedroom, like Michelle's entire house, was very tastefully decorated. Restrained colours dominated the living area, first of all beige, white and grey - colours that Adolé particularly liked. The furniture was exquisite, superbly composed, not mainstream, rather a balanced mix of both antiques and Ikea furniture, which she liked very much. It had style. In addition, there were selected art objects, pictures and sculptures; she liked that Michelle obviously had a soft spot for art, just like herself.
And it seemed to invest in young artists - a strategy that was becoming increasingly popular on Germany's flourishing art market. This allowed her to invest her money wisely on the one hand and support artists on the other. She herself had already taken care of young artistic talents and promoted their emerging talents accordingly - at least one way of using her immense success to give something back to society that had always been important to her. And she appreciated very much that Michelle apparently had the same opinion about this.
She sighed. She sat up carefully and looked around. There was nothing to be seen or heard from Michelle. She seemed to be all alone upstairs and finally stood up hesitantly to go to the bathroom. Afterwards she lay down again, Michelle would resurface sooner or later.
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hen after another quarter of an hour nothing of the sort happened, Adolé ventured another advance, stood up again and searched for her jeans, which she had dropped off somewhere the previous evening in the sway of emotions, in the pocket of which she suspected her mobile phone. When she finally found it, there was no trace of Michelle there either.
Finally Adolé got up, gathered her things, took a shower and hoped to find a good-humored Michelle in the kitchen, already trying to get a delicious breakfast.
To her greatest disappointment, this was by no means the case when she freshly showered and curiously explored the remaining rooms of the villa. Apparently she was alone in the whole building. Adolé dropped herself, confused and perplexed, on one of the design classics in the well-equipped kitchen and looked around questioningly as her eyes fell on a short note next to the coffee machine.
She sat up, picked up the piece of paper and read:
"Adolé, a short notice forces me to leave very early. You'll find your breakfast in the fridge. M.“
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