S*******n Hours In May
s*******n Hours In May
Her heart was beating loudly as she was driving up the motorway A28 and getting closer to Neufchâtel-en-
Bray. She had gone past Rouen. Unknown territory was ahead of her. He had texted her about 15 minutes
ago telling her he had arrived at the hotel. She would be there in 30 minutes. She was still wondering if they
were doing a mistake or not, which was useless at this point. Even if she could still renounce, she had driven
for 4 hours, had planned it all with him, discussed it with him. Too much energy had been spent, too many
expectations had been shared. She breathed deeply. Breathe in... Breathe out...
Exit number 9. 'God, the sign says it's 2 kilometres away'. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.
'Here you go,' she was talking to herself now as she crossed the toll. Her heartbeat quietened.
'The way to the hotel is much too easy. If only I could get lost.' But there she was. She parked on the main
street and decided to walk to the hotel which was in a side street. It looked like an ordinary small town with
wide streets. She couldn't see his car.
She felt much calmer now. She took her light luggage and crossed the street to the passageway. She could
see the hotel.
"Bonjour, j'ai une réservation pour une chambre. Nous sommes deux. Mon ami vient de Hollande, il
devrait être arrivé."
"Ah oui, il est là. Chambre 26. Il a la clé. 1er étage sur votre gauche."
Her heart was pounding again. Deep breaths again. Up the stairs. Very deep breath. Knock knock. She
waited. The door opened.
"Hey Marie-Anne!"
"Hello Martin! It’s me!" she said with a broad smile. There he was, standing in front of her.
"Bonjour Martin!" she said again, in French this time to conpensate for her self-consciousness.
"Hallo Marie-Anne!" he answered in Dutch.
They were standing in front of each other, looking at each other. Smiling. They both felt a bit awkward. She
stepped forward and told him he looked just like... him!
"Yes, you too Marie-Anne!"
"You told me it was two kisses on the cheeks in Holland too," she said
"Yes, just like that," and he took her by the shoulders and kissed her on the cheeks.
"Oh, you smell good… I always wanted to ask you what you smelt like…"
"Ah ah… And I’ve already had my shower!"
"Very well, so you’re all set then!"
"Yes, absolutely!" he was still smiling. "It's good to see you! How was the drive?"
"It was good. No problem on the road. I was a bit nervous though, especially in the last half hour. And
you? Did you have a good journey? No problem finding the place?"
"No, no problem at all. The time passed quickly on the road."
"It's funny, it seems you come from farther away because you crossed two borders! What time did you
leave?"
"I left work at 2:30. You?"
"I left just after two. 10 past, I think it was..."
She already felt like she had known him all her life. It was simply normal to be with him. They were already
joking and teasing. She felt she trusted him.
"So, how's the bed?"
"The bed is good, look by yourself." They sat on it and tried the resistance of the mattress.
"Yes, it's good. And, no hair in the shower? No ladybirds?"
They couldn't get rid of their smiles while they were trying to connect in this new situation and remembering
past conversations when Martin used to videocall from hotels.
"No, all clean. I haven't noticed anything wrong yet," he said as he was lying on the bed. She imitated
him. His laptop was on the side table. They felt a bit funny, lying on the bed with their shoes on and hands
joined on their bellies. They changed positions and were facing each other now. Maybe forty centimeters
separated them. They laid on their sides, head on one hand. They were staring at each other.
"Can I touch you?" he asked.
"Yes."
She got closer and let his hand feel her arm. He stroked her like he would have done a cat, in silence. He
was looking at her and not saying anything.
"I've been wanting to feel this for a long time now," she said, getting closer and reaching to his face.
She let her fingers discover the feel of his skin, the bumps of his eyebrows, the shape of his nose and lips.
He had closed his eyes. She approached him and kissed him on the cheek. She could hear and feel his
breath. He opened his eyes, looked at her and pulled her towards him. He took her in his arms.They were
now holding each other. The cuddle felt good. It felt like they didn't want to be separated before a long while.
She was lying against him now and he was stroking her hair. They stayed like that for a few minutes.
"Are you tired?"
"I'm ok, relaxing, which is really odd considering the situation," she answered softly.
"Yes, it's a relief that it feels so normal to be together."
She removed from him and got on her feet. She started to look around, went to the window, to the bathroom.
"It's nice here. Not the most fashionable, but ok, don't you think?"
"Yes it's fine."
"Shall we have a walk in town before dinner?"
"Yes, let's go. Good idea," he replied.
She went to the bathroom. He was standing with his jacket on when she came back. She came up to him,
she wanted to kiss him on the cheek, but he was too tall for her to reach his face.
"Let me kiss you on the cheek before we go."
He bent towards her. She kissed him on his left cheek and he kissed her back on the mouth and took her
head in his hands. It was like a stolen kiss at first but it felt like a magnet and they kissed fully. She was
surprised she didn’t resist in any ways, she didn’t stop the kissing. It didn’t feel odd. He was tender. She
loved that. He ended the magic moment by a soft kiss on her lips before letting her face go from his hands.
"Wow," she said, trying to recover.
"Yes," he said, "that was nice."
He hold her in his arms, kissed her forehead.
"Let’s go."
"You're a good kisser", she said with a wink that made him smile broadly.
"Vous restez dîner je crois," said the receptionist as they passed in front of her.
"Oui, on va juste faire un petit tour pour se dégourdir les jambes. C’est à quelle heure ?"
"Entre 19h30 et 21h30."
"Et il est quelle heure, là ?"
"19h30."
"Ah, ben c’est parfait alors. A tout à l’heure."
The town was very quiet. Of course, all shops were closed. Walking along the streets was very pleasant.
Martin was curious about what he saw. Marie-Anne could sometimes answer his questions, but she
sometimes couldn’t. She didn't know this part of France at all. They took their time, got out of the center, got
almost lost, they felt carefree.
That is, until his telephone rang. He reached for it in his pocket, looked who the caller was, frowned but
answered. He talked in the fewest words, something like 'yes I’m fine, I’m busy and can’t talk, I’m with the
customers, I’ll call you tomorrow'. Of course she couldn’t fully understand. But he seemed somewhat
impatient.
"Sorry. My wife."
Marie-Anne didn’t say anything. She didn’t know what to say. She knew he had a wife and a family. She
knew that by being here he was doing something he didn’t usually do, but she knew too he had made up his
mind to meet her, here and now, in no rush. He really wanted to know her for real, to feel her and at last
really make love to her.
"Let’s not spoil our evening. I’m sorry," he said and switched his phone off.
They were back at the hotel a good hour after they had left. They went straight to the restaurant room. It was
a good restaurant, at least that is what they had read about it. While she explained la carte she realized she
would never be able to face the set four course Menu du terroir. Nor did he. They had a main course and
talked about their respective jobs, his sons, their lives. They were still learning to connect face to face. The
conversation was easy. She felt attracted to him.
"Ça n’a pas été Madame ?"
"Si si, c’était très bon. C’est juste que je n’ai pas faim ce soir."
Martin’s plate wasn’t empty either.
"I can’t eat more tonight," he said. "It’s a very late dinner for me."
They hadn’t rushed. They had been very social, conversing in a very mastered, friendly tone. They had
turned down dessert but had had coffee and were now walking quietly to their room.
She started to feel a bit nervous again as they reached the door. He had the key and opened it, went first in.
She followed and was feeling a bit foolish. She looked for the wardrobe to hang her coat.
When she turned back to the bed, he was there, on her way, she almost bumped into him. He took her head
in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. She closed her eyes and kissed him back passionately. She didn’t
feel like a fool anymore. She wanted to be with him and feel him all around her and inside her. Before she
had come to her senses, she had been gently swept on the bed and time had stopped.
He was leaning over her, kissing her softly on the face, stroking her hair and looking at her straight in the
eyes. Her hands were on his back, shifting his t-shirt. His skin was soft. She liked the feel of it instantly. He
was kissing her neck now and she started to let contentment moans go. She helped him out of his t-shirt. He
took off his trousers and underwear. He was lying almost on her, all naked, while he unbuttoned her shirt.
She felt his lips on her cleavage and his hands on her breasts over the fabric, while her own hands were
moving everywhere they could on his back and butt, slowly and swiftly.
She could feel a hand along the inside of her leg, reaching for the zip of her jeans. She took them off with her
knickers, wriggling on the bed like a frightened worm to get rid of them. When the lower part of her body was
free, he moved down to her wet land. His tongue made her tighten and go "ohh". His tongue was as hard as
his cock and went all over the place, licking every fold, drilling inside her, he sucked her clit, brushed it with
his hands. She was breathing deeply and arching in spasms. He moved up to kiss her mouth with his sticky
lips that smelled like desire.
Her full and big breasts were out of her bra but she wanted to be naked. She took the rest of her clothes off.
It felt so good to feel his whole body on her skin at last. He was sucking her nipples. She reached for his
cock with her hand. It was big, a bit curved and as hard as oak. She let herself out of his hold. He slided on
his back. Kneeling over his crotch, she grabbed his cock in one hand and his balls in the other one. He was
watching her and closing his eyes alternately. She bent and let her tense tongue play on the tip of his rod,
then she let it slick down to his balls. She took one in her mouth, then the other one, playing with it inside her
mouth, carefully, while her hand was moving up and down his cock. Then she massaged the skin around the
balls and put the whole of his cock into her mouth, her lips firmly around it. She felt him push inside her and it
made her almost throw up. She got it out, tears in her eyes. Not something she liked. He pulled her to him
and kissed her on her temple before he helped her on her back. He had let his hands along her body while
he was getting on his knees. He was ready to enter her. She couldn't wait, she was so excited. But he played
with her, touching her wet entry with his cock, caressing it, but not getting into her. Ok, just a little. And out
again. A little more. She was begging him. "Please, take me now. Martin, take me. Now."
And he did. It felt like a relief. He was inside her at last. Four years of fantasizing what it would be like. And
here he was, in and out of her. And here she was with oohs and aahs. She lifted her legs on each side of his
head, letting them rest on his shoulders, and refrained to moan louder. She was about to cum. He made her
turn and kneel, her butt to him. He was now standing and taking her from behind. She squeezed his cock
from inside. "Oh yes… yes… faster… yes…. Ooohh!" He let his full load go and groaned. She felt when it
was his last final assault and they both collapsed on the bed.
They were wet with sweat. Smiling at gods.
"That was so good."
"It was, yes..."
He kissed her on the nearest spot -- her cheek -- his arms up under his head. She turned to him and was
tempted to kiss him in his armpit but rested her head on his chest instead. He pressed her against him.
"Yes, that was very good," he said. "Very good… We are a good team!"
And, after a while, "I should go and have a shower before I fall asleep!"
"Yes. I should too. But I feel too good, I don't want to move and make the feeling disappear."
They remained silent for a while.
"Martin?"
He was asleep. She stood up as quietly as possible and had a quick shower. He woke up when she got
back.
"Marie-Anne?" he was rubbing his eyes.
"Yes?"
"I'm glad we're here."
She smiled. He went to the bathroom. She was under the sheets when he returned. He was smiling as he
joined her.
"It's so incredible to be together."
He took her in his arms.
Marie-Anne woke up with Martin around her. She couldn't tell the time, but light filtered into the room through
the window curtains. She couldn't reach for her phone without waking him up. After a short while she could
feel he was awake. He pressed against her and she felt his bony crotch.
"Mmm," she said instead of good morning.
"Mmmm," he answered, pulsing against her.
She felt her pussy getting wet right away and eased his way into her. They were on their sides. He came
quickly. She didn't have an orgasm but felt contented, yet aroused. After he had cleaned himself with some
tissues, he went slowly down and licked her pussy and rubbed her until she came. They lay for some time in
bed without talking. Sometimes he kissed her on the temple. She didn't move. What was he thinking? She
didn't want to know.
"Did you sleep well?"
"I woke up several times in the night. But I don't feel sleepy. How about you?"
"I woke up in the night too. You were sleeping. I could hear you."
"Was I snoring?" she asked indignantly.
"Almost," he chuckled.
"Oh no! I'm sorry. That's not very sexy of me!"
"It was very sexy of you. You made me want to kiss you."
"Only because it would have shut me up!".
They both laughed then became quiet.
Marie-Anne soon needed to do something, she couldn't stay in bed any longer. She rode him.
"So, what now?" she said.
He was looking back at her. His hands were caressing her face, her neck, her shoulders and playing with her
breasts.
"I don't know," he said, as he was pulling her so he could suck her nipples.
"This is the end, I don't know how it couldn't be."
She acted like she didn't feel what he was doing to her.
"I don't want it to be the end," he said.
She kissed him on the mouth.
"I'm first in the bathroom."
He joined her in the bathtub as she was having a shower.
"Let me soap you," he said.
He applied the liquid soap on her entire body. Not a part was left free. Then he rinced her meticulously.
"My turn now," she said.
She started with his back, his butt, the back of his legs. His cock was upright when he turned round to face
her. She soaped his chest, his sides, his legs, his feet and finished with the errected member, her hands full
of foam. Up and down. He moaned, looking down at the business at his crotch.
"Get prepared, I'm ready..." he announced.
She approached and received his full load on her belly. She creamed herself with it. She was shivering now.
She went under the warm water to feel better. Martin had stepped outside the bathtub and was already dry.
He held a towel for her and dried her, taking her in his arms.
"Thank you for the treat," he said.
"My pleasure", she smiled.
"Is it still time for breakfast?"
"Quarter to ten. Let's try our luck."
Breakfast wasn't served anymore but they managed to get some coffee. They didn't have anything to say.
They seemed empty. They drank in silence.
Back in their room she started to pack. He was standing, watching her.
"Come over here, Marie-Anne."
"Yes?"
He put his hands on her breasts, pressing lightly. She could feel she was instantly wet again and her nipples
felt has hard as his cock must have been. She breathed deeply but didn't move. He placed himself behind
her. She could feel his cock. He plunged his right hand in her decolleté from behind, over her shoulder,
grabbed her left boob and caressed it under her bra and top. He lifted it and, with the help of his free hand,
took it out, letting it bulging free. It looked as big and firm as a g****fruit. He freed the right boob in the same
manner. He made her face him. Her hard nipples were pointing at him, feeling denser than usual with the
support of the bra that was pushing the breasts up. He bent and sucked them in turn, milking them with his
big hands. Then he let a hand down between her legs. The way was easy as she was wearing a skirt.
"Oh my god," he said, "you're so wet!"
He took his fingers to his lips and licked them, then put them into Marie-Anne's mouth. He opened his zipper.
"Bend over please," he said, showing the table with a sign of the head.
She bent over the table. It felt cold on her bare chest. He was teasing her wet pussy with his cock and
enterred her hardly but easily.
"Oh!..." she went.
He took her hastily, grabbing her by the hips. Her pleasure came quickly and she was already coming when
he let himself out. He was now teasing her other hole and moved her to the bed to penetrate her more easily.
She was on her knees on the unmade bed, arms extended towards the head of the bed, butt up, back
arched. He rubbed his cock with her fluids and started to enter her anal hole slowly, getting a little bit more
inside each time, a little harder each time. Both were groaning on each of his moves. Then she felt a harder
push and his last moan told her he had cum inside her. He collapsed on the bed.
"So good," he said, "thank you Marie-Anne."
She stayed on her knees, sitting on her heels, hands on the back of her head.
"Yes, that was very good."
Then they cuddled for a few minutes on the bed. After what Marie-Anne went to the bathroom, showered and
finished packing. He got prepared too. They were behaving now like any couple leaving a hotel in ordinary
circumstances, exchanging trivial matters in a light atmosphere.
They were ready to leave the room. They checked out, one paying for the night, the other for the meals.
"My car is parked over there, on the main street," Marie-Anne said.
"I'll take you to it."
You could hear their steps in the quiet town. The main street was very calm.
"Here it is," she said as she was opening the boot of her car with a click on the car keys.
"Martin," she said, "it's been a pleasure, in any meanings of the word."
She was trying hard to smile. He took her in his arms and they hugged for a long time.
"I wish..."
"I know," she interrupted him, "let's not say things that can't be true. I'm glad we could meet at all, and I'm
glad we were not just perfect virtual lovers but also perfect lovers in real life. And I'm glad we clicked and got
on well right away."
"I hope we can do this again."
"I hope we can remain friends. Ah, Martin... I must go now... Have a safe journey back."
She kissed him lightly on the mouth.
"You too Marie-Anne. Take care. Tell me when you're home."
"Ok, you too."
He opened the door for her and closed it carefully with both hands when she was seated. She touched 'Aller
au domicile' on the GPS.
"I should get home around 4."
"Ok. I'll already be at my office by that time. Drive carefully."
"You too Martin. Take care. Bye!"
He caught her hand as she waved through the window and kissed it as the car started to move.
"Bye Martin!"
"Bye Marie-Anne!"
"Au rond-point, prenez la 2e sortie," said the voice.
'I have four hours to get him out of my mind', she thought. She was feeling sad.
Her heart was beating loudly as she was driving up the motorway A28 and getting closer to Neufchâtel-en-
Bray. She had gone past Rouen. Unknown territory was ahead of her. He had texted her about 15 minutes
ago telling her he had arrived at the hotel. She would be there in 30 minutes. She was still wondering if they
were doing a mistake or not, which was useless at this point. Even if she could still renounce, she had driven
for 4 hours, had planned it all with him, discussed it with him. Too much energy had been spent, too many
expectations had been shared. She breathed deeply. Breathe in... Breathe out...
Exit number 9. 'God, the sign says it's 2 kilometres away'. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.
'Here you go,' she was talking to herself now as she crossed the toll. Her heartbeat quietened.
'The way to the hotel is much too easy. If only I could get lost.' But there she was. She parked on the main
street and decided to walk to the hotel which was in a side street. It looked like an ordinary small town with
wide streets. She couldn't see his car.
She felt much calmer now. She took her light luggage and crossed the street to the passageway. She could
see the hotel.
"Bonjour, j'ai une réservation pour une chambre. Nous sommes deux. Mon ami vient de Hollande, il
devrait être arrivé."
"Ah oui, il est là. Chambre 26. Il a la clé. 1er étage sur votre gauche."
Her heart was pounding again. Deep breaths again. Up the stairs. Very deep breath. Knock knock. She
waited. The door opened.
"Hey Marie-Anne!"
"Hello Martin! It’s me!" she said with a broad smile. There he was, standing in front of her.
"Bonjour Martin!" she said again, in French this time to conpensate for her self-consciousness.
"Hallo Marie-Anne!" he answered in Dutch.
They were standing in front of each other, looking at each other. Smiling. They both felt a bit awkward. She
stepped forward and told him he looked just like... him!
"Yes, you too Marie-Anne!"
"You told me it was two kisses on the cheeks in Holland too," she said
"Yes, just like that," and he took her by the shoulders and kissed her on the cheeks.
"Oh, you smell good… I always wanted to ask you what you smelt like…"
"Ah ah… And I’ve already had my shower!"
"Very well, so you’re all set then!"
"Yes, absolutely!" he was still smiling. "It's good to see you! How was the drive?"
"It was good. No problem on the road. I was a bit nervous though, especially in the last half hour. And
you? Did you have a good journey? No problem finding the place?"
"No, no problem at all. The time passed quickly on the road."
"It's funny, it seems you come from farther away because you crossed two borders! What time did you
leave?"
"I left work at 2:30. You?"
"I left just after two. 10 past, I think it was..."
She already felt like she had known him all her life. It was simply normal to be with him. They were already
joking and teasing. She felt she trusted him.
"So, how's the bed?"
"The bed is good, look by yourself." They sat on it and tried the resistance of the mattress.
"Yes, it's good. And, no hair in the shower? No ladybirds?"
They couldn't get rid of their smiles while they were trying to connect in this new situation and remembering
past conversations when Martin used to videocall from hotels.
"No, all clean. I haven't noticed anything wrong yet," he said as he was lying on the bed. She imitated
him. His laptop was on the side table. They felt a bit funny, lying on the bed with their shoes on and hands
joined on their bellies. They changed positions and were facing each other now. Maybe forty centimeters
separated them. They laid on their sides, head on one hand. They were staring at each other.
"Can I touch you?" he asked.
"Yes."
She got closer and let his hand feel her arm. He stroked her like he would have done a cat, in silence. He
was looking at her and not saying anything.
"I've been wanting to feel this for a long time now," she said, getting closer and reaching to his face.
She let her fingers discover the feel of his skin, the bumps of his eyebrows, the shape of his nose and lips.
He had closed his eyes. She approached him and kissed him on the cheek. She could hear and feel his
breath. He opened his eyes, looked at her and pulled her towards him. He took her in his arms.They were
now holding each other. The cuddle felt good. It felt like they didn't want to be separated before a long while.
She was lying against him now and he was stroking her hair. They stayed like that for a few minutes.
"Are you tired?"
"I'm ok, relaxing, which is really odd considering the situation," she answered softly.
"Yes, it's a relief that it feels so normal to be together."
She removed from him and got on her feet. She started to look around, went to the window, to the bathroom.
"It's nice here. Not the most fashionable, but ok, don't you think?"
"Yes it's fine."
"Shall we have a walk in town before dinner?"
"Yes, let's go. Good idea," he replied.
She went to the bathroom. He was standing with his jacket on when she came back. She came up to him,
she wanted to kiss him on the cheek, but he was too tall for her to reach his face.
"Let me kiss you on the cheek before we go."
He bent towards her. She kissed him on his left cheek and he kissed her back on the mouth and took her
head in his hands. It was like a stolen kiss at first but it felt like a magnet and they kissed fully. She was
surprised she didn’t resist in any ways, she didn’t stop the kissing. It didn’t feel odd. He was tender. She
loved that. He ended the magic moment by a soft kiss on her lips before letting her face go from his hands.
"Wow," she said, trying to recover.
"Yes," he said, "that was nice."
He hold her in his arms, kissed her forehead.
"Let’s go."
"You're a good kisser", she said with a wink that made him smile broadly.
"Vous restez dîner je crois," said the receptionist as they passed in front of her.
"Oui, on va juste faire un petit tour pour se dégourdir les jambes. C’est à quelle heure ?"
"Entre 19h30 et 21h30."
"Et il est quelle heure, là ?"
"19h30."
"Ah, ben c’est parfait alors. A tout à l’heure."
The town was very quiet. Of course, all shops were closed. Walking along the streets was very pleasant.
Martin was curious about what he saw. Marie-Anne could sometimes answer his questions, but she
sometimes couldn’t. She didn't know this part of France at all. They took their time, got out of the center, got
almost lost, they felt carefree.
That is, until his telephone rang. He reached for it in his pocket, looked who the caller was, frowned but
answered. He talked in the fewest words, something like 'yes I’m fine, I’m busy and can’t talk, I’m with the
customers, I’ll call you tomorrow'. Of course she couldn’t fully understand. But he seemed somewhat
impatient.
"Sorry. My wife."
Marie-Anne didn’t say anything. She didn’t know what to say. She knew he had a wife and a family. She
knew that by being here he was doing something he didn’t usually do, but she knew too he had made up his
mind to meet her, here and now, in no rush. He really wanted to know her for real, to feel her and at last
really make love to her.
"Let’s not spoil our evening. I’m sorry," he said and switched his phone off.
They were back at the hotel a good hour after they had left. They went straight to the restaurant room. It was
a good restaurant, at least that is what they had read about it. While she explained la carte she realized she
would never be able to face the set four course Menu du terroir. Nor did he. They had a main course and
talked about their respective jobs, his sons, their lives. They were still learning to connect face to face. The
conversation was easy. She felt attracted to him.
"Ça n’a pas été Madame ?"
"Si si, c’était très bon. C’est juste que je n’ai pas faim ce soir."
Martin’s plate wasn’t empty either.
"I can’t eat more tonight," he said. "It’s a very late dinner for me."
They hadn’t rushed. They had been very social, conversing in a very mastered, friendly tone. They had
turned down dessert but had had coffee and were now walking quietly to their room.
She started to feel a bit nervous again as they reached the door. He had the key and opened it, went first in.
She followed and was feeling a bit foolish. She looked for the wardrobe to hang her coat.
When she turned back to the bed, he was there, on her way, she almost bumped into him. He took her head
in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. She closed her eyes and kissed him back passionately. She didn’t
feel like a fool anymore. She wanted to be with him and feel him all around her and inside her. Before she
had come to her senses, she had been gently swept on the bed and time had stopped.
He was leaning over her, kissing her softly on the face, stroking her hair and looking at her straight in the
eyes. Her hands were on his back, shifting his t-shirt. His skin was soft. She liked the feel of it instantly. He
was kissing her neck now and she started to let contentment moans go. She helped him out of his t-shirt. He
took off his trousers and underwear. He was lying almost on her, all naked, while he unbuttoned her shirt.
She felt his lips on her cleavage and his hands on her breasts over the fabric, while her own hands were
moving everywhere they could on his back and butt, slowly and swiftly.
She could feel a hand along the inside of her leg, reaching for the zip of her jeans. She took them off with her
knickers, wriggling on the bed like a frightened worm to get rid of them. When the lower part of her body was
free, he moved down to her wet land. His tongue made her tighten and go "ohh". His tongue was as hard as
his cock and went all over the place, licking every fold, drilling inside her, he sucked her clit, brushed it with
his hands. She was breathing deeply and arching in spasms. He moved up to kiss her mouth with his sticky
lips that smelled like desire.
Her full and big breasts were out of her bra but she wanted to be naked. She took the rest of her clothes off.
It felt so good to feel his whole body on her skin at last. He was sucking her nipples. She reached for his
cock with her hand. It was big, a bit curved and as hard as oak. She let herself out of his hold. He slided on
his back. Kneeling over his crotch, she grabbed his cock in one hand and his balls in the other one. He was
watching her and closing his eyes alternately. She bent and let her tense tongue play on the tip of his rod,
then she let it slick down to his balls. She took one in her mouth, then the other one, playing with it inside her
mouth, carefully, while her hand was moving up and down his cock. Then she massaged the skin around the
balls and put the whole of his cock into her mouth, her lips firmly around it. She felt him push inside her and it
made her almost throw up. She got it out, tears in her eyes. Not something she liked. He pulled her to him
and kissed her on her temple before he helped her on her back. He had let his hands along her body while
he was getting on his knees. He was ready to enter her. She couldn't wait, she was so excited. But he played
with her, touching her wet entry with his cock, caressing it, but not getting into her. Ok, just a little. And out
again. A little more. She was begging him. "Please, take me now. Martin, take me. Now."
And he did. It felt like a relief. He was inside her at last. Four years of fantasizing what it would be like. And
here he was, in and out of her. And here she was with oohs and aahs. She lifted her legs on each side of his
head, letting them rest on his shoulders, and refrained to moan louder. She was about to cum. He made her
turn and kneel, her butt to him. He was now standing and taking her from behind. She squeezed his cock
from inside. "Oh yes… yes… faster… yes…. Ooohh!" He let his full load go and groaned. She felt when it
was his last final assault and they both collapsed on the bed.
They were wet with sweat. Smiling at gods.
"That was so good."
"It was, yes..."
He kissed her on the nearest spot -- her cheek -- his arms up under his head. She turned to him and was
tempted to kiss him in his armpit but rested her head on his chest instead. He pressed her against him.
"Yes, that was very good," he said. "Very good… We are a good team!"
And, after a while, "I should go and have a shower before I fall asleep!"
"Yes. I should too. But I feel too good, I don't want to move and make the feeling disappear."
They remained silent for a while.
"Martin?"
He was asleep. She stood up as quietly as possible and had a quick shower. He woke up when she got
back.
"Marie-Anne?" he was rubbing his eyes.
"Yes?"
"I'm glad we're here."
She smiled. He went to the bathroom. She was under the sheets when he returned. He was smiling as he
joined her.
"It's so incredible to be together."
He took her in his arms.
Marie-Anne woke up with Martin around her. She couldn't tell the time, but light filtered into the room through
the window curtains. She couldn't reach for her phone without waking him up. After a short while she could
feel he was awake. He pressed against her and she felt his bony crotch.
"Mmm," she said instead of good morning.
"Mmmm," he answered, pulsing against her.
She felt her pussy getting wet right away and eased his way into her. They were on their sides. He came
quickly. She didn't have an orgasm but felt contented, yet aroused. After he had cleaned himself with some
tissues, he went slowly down and licked her pussy and rubbed her until she came. They lay for some time in
bed without talking. Sometimes he kissed her on the temple. She didn't move. What was he thinking? She
didn't want to know.
"Did you sleep well?"
"I woke up several times in the night. But I don't feel sleepy. How about you?"
"I woke up in the night too. You were sleeping. I could hear you."
"Was I snoring?" she asked indignantly.
"Almost," he chuckled.
"Oh no! I'm sorry. That's not very sexy of me!"
"It was very sexy of you. You made me want to kiss you."
"Only because it would have shut me up!".
They both laughed then became quiet.
Marie-Anne soon needed to do something, she couldn't stay in bed any longer. She rode him.
"So, what now?" she said.
He was looking back at her. His hands were caressing her face, her neck, her shoulders and playing with her
breasts.
"I don't know," he said, as he was pulling her so he could suck her nipples.
"This is the end, I don't know how it couldn't be."
She acted like she didn't feel what he was doing to her.
"I don't want it to be the end," he said.
She kissed him on the mouth.
"I'm first in the bathroom."
He joined her in the bathtub as she was having a shower.
"Let me soap you," he said.
He applied the liquid soap on her entire body. Not a part was left free. Then he rinced her meticulously.
"My turn now," she said.
She started with his back, his butt, the back of his legs. His cock was upright when he turned round to face
her. She soaped his chest, his sides, his legs, his feet and finished with the errected member, her hands full
of foam. Up and down. He moaned, looking down at the business at his crotch.
"Get prepared, I'm ready..." he announced.
She approached and received his full load on her belly. She creamed herself with it. She was shivering now.
She went under the warm water to feel better. Martin had stepped outside the bathtub and was already dry.
He held a towel for her and dried her, taking her in his arms.
"Thank you for the treat," he said.
"My pleasure", she smiled.
"Is it still time for breakfast?"
"Quarter to ten. Let's try our luck."
Breakfast wasn't served anymore but they managed to get some coffee. They didn't have anything to say.
They seemed empty. They drank in silence.
Back in their room she started to pack. He was standing, watching her.
"Come over here, Marie-Anne."
"Yes?"
He put his hands on her breasts, pressing lightly. She could feel she was instantly wet again and her nipples
felt has hard as his cock must have been. She breathed deeply but didn't move. He placed himself behind
her. She could feel his cock. He plunged his right hand in her decolleté from behind, over her shoulder,
grabbed her left boob and caressed it under her bra and top. He lifted it and, with the help of his free hand,
took it out, letting it bulging free. It looked as big and firm as a g****fruit. He freed the right boob in the same
manner. He made her face him. Her hard nipples were pointing at him, feeling denser than usual with the
support of the bra that was pushing the breasts up. He bent and sucked them in turn, milking them with his
big hands. Then he let a hand down between her legs. The way was easy as she was wearing a skirt.
"Oh my god," he said, "you're so wet!"
He took his fingers to his lips and licked them, then put them into Marie-Anne's mouth. He opened his zipper.
"Bend over please," he said, showing the table with a sign of the head.
She bent over the table. It felt cold on her bare chest. He was teasing her wet pussy with his cock and
enterred her hardly but easily.
"Oh!..." she went.
He took her hastily, grabbing her by the hips. Her pleasure came quickly and she was already coming when
he let himself out. He was now teasing her other hole and moved her to the bed to penetrate her more easily.
She was on her knees on the unmade bed, arms extended towards the head of the bed, butt up, back
arched. He rubbed his cock with her fluids and started to enter her anal hole slowly, getting a little bit more
inside each time, a little harder each time. Both were groaning on each of his moves. Then she felt a harder
push and his last moan told her he had cum inside her. He collapsed on the bed.
"So good," he said, "thank you Marie-Anne."
She stayed on her knees, sitting on her heels, hands on the back of her head.
"Yes, that was very good."
Then they cuddled for a few minutes on the bed. After what Marie-Anne went to the bathroom, showered and
finished packing. He got prepared too. They were behaving now like any couple leaving a hotel in ordinary
circumstances, exchanging trivial matters in a light atmosphere.
They were ready to leave the room. They checked out, one paying for the night, the other for the meals.
"My car is parked over there, on the main street," Marie-Anne said.
"I'll take you to it."
You could hear their steps in the quiet town. The main street was very calm.
"Here it is," she said as she was opening the boot of her car with a click on the car keys.
"Martin," she said, "it's been a pleasure, in any meanings of the word."
She was trying hard to smile. He took her in his arms and they hugged for a long time.
"I wish..."
"I know," she interrupted him, "let's not say things that can't be true. I'm glad we could meet at all, and I'm
glad we were not just perfect virtual lovers but also perfect lovers in real life. And I'm glad we clicked and got
on well right away."
"I hope we can do this again."
"I hope we can remain friends. Ah, Martin... I must go now... Have a safe journey back."
She kissed him lightly on the mouth.
"You too Marie-Anne. Take care. Tell me when you're home."
"Ok, you too."
He opened the door for her and closed it carefully with both hands when she was seated. She touched 'Aller
au domicile' on the GPS.
"I should get home around 4."
"Ok. I'll already be at my office by that time. Drive carefully."
"You too Martin. Take care. Bye!"
He caught her hand as she waved through the window and kissed it as the car started to move.
"Bye Martin!"
"Bye Marie-Anne!"
"Au rond-point, prenez la 2e sortie," said the voice.
'I have four hours to get him out of my mind', she thought. She was feeling sad.
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