Birthday Celebration in Paris

I arrived in Paris late in the evening to spend a week with Mina. Every year Mina chooses a city and country to celebrate her birthday. I open the door to the suite and Mina sat in the straight backed chair that had been tucked in the corner of the Parisian suite. Meant mostly for decoration, the light blue velvet of the piece felt soft and warm on her naked butt but there was no leaning back, her rigid posture reminded her of anticipation of it. While she was expectant, she looked forward to something closer to pleasure.

The room was fragrant with the open bottle of champagne resting in its sweating bucket. I had ordered it on the way up from the plane before I landed, I stripped off my clothes immediately seeing her sitting there in the corner. We shared a glass as we went to the bathroom, she sat on the edge of the tub and watched as I flicked away the tiny stubble from her pussy with a straight-edged razor. The boyish intensity I brought to my task amused her and fifteen years into our marriage, she was grateful for my unflagging interest in her body.

Right now, her body was on fire. Before leaving, I had her turn her back to me, put her hands on the bed and stick her ass out. I got down on my knees and spent agonizing minutes tracing my fingers over her lips and the rising lump between them. When she flared in response, my tongue took up the work. My pace was slow, methodical, the patterns were varied, always a step ahead of her patience. Then just as she was getting ready to cum, I stopped. Pulled on a pair of jeans and said I had a “surprise.” Grabbing a chair from the corner, I told her to sit down and then I drew all the curtains. Frustrated by her raging excitement, her stomach fluttered as the elements of a plan revealed themselves. I took a black, silk scarf from the night table and put it over her eyes.
“What’s this?” “A surprise. No talking.”

Blinded, naked and sinfully aroused, she listened to me work. Glass placed on wood, matches struck, the burning sulphur crept to her nose. The covers were ripped from the bed, a closet door opened. She could hear her purse get dropped into a drawer. For a moment I turned on the ipod in its holder, adjusted the volume, turned it off, then walked out the door without saying another word. She’d been like this ever since. Dying for release, more from my tongue or maybe my cock but something soon. Past history of my plans promised her an exquisite experience but she was close to her breaking point and tempted to finish the job herself.

From the hallway, she could hear the elevator arrive at their floor. This must be me. The elevator doors opened and I said something in French. She was limited to “Merci” and “au revoir.” Whatever I said. It rolled down the hallway and sent a shiver through her. It felt deliciously naughty to be sitting like this waiting. She couldn’t help but put her fingertip on her throbbing clit between her thighs. ” mmmmmm ” she sighed.

The lazy motion of her finger switching back and forth took her focus. Still, yearning for release, the nearness of me promised her that satisfaction was close at hand. “Nous sont arrivee” she heard from the hallway. Snapped back to reality but still blindfolded, she realized that I had just entered, she heard my footsteps as I had come back into the room. Freezing her in a naked panic. Her hands whipped up to the blindfold and fumbled for the knot behind her head. I had tied it so tight. “Ah, ah, ah” I cautioned. In her darkness, she could feel me circling behind her. It frightened her but pulled her psychically to the edge of its thrilling call.

“Nothing to worry about, Sweetie.” My lips soft and my breath hot on her ear. “ This is going to be fun.” She felt my mouth on her cheek, with a gentle tug I sucked in a delicious bit of her skin, held it for a moment and then released. “Entre mes amis, entre s’ils vous plait” She could hear movement and in her heightened state of awareness. It was difficult for her to breathe. In a hopelessly inadequate attempt at modesty, she crossed her arms trying to cover her jutting nipples. For a moment, she pressed her thighs together to hide her exposed pussy, the sensation was too much. Her legs parted. With her my familiar hand on her shoulder she dropped her arms in a move that felt more than a little prideful.

She was naked, embracing the situation. She tried to take a deep breath, her breasts lifted and as she released somewhat raggedly. She felt my hand under her chin and then my lips covered her mouth. I tasted like champagne and chocolate. My tongue slid over her teeth and along her lips as my hand stroked her throat. Her heart was whirling like a bat on a summer’s night, she didn’t want it to stop, she didn’t want to calm down.

My hands gently pushed her knees apart. Slowly, I came to her. My fingers caressed along the inside of her thighs, my warm palm on her stomach, my tongue on one nipple.