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Chantal, chapter three
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Again you can read this by its self, but knowing the characters will help.
Chapter 3
Chantal awoke, the golden light inundated the sumptuous room; she felt exquisite. She was naked laying on the heavy velvet bedspread, above her the painted ceiling depicting love scenes in the clouds. She believed she was immersed in the painting. The dark wood of the bed posts were carved with the same spiral pattern of the marble pillar on the balcony and the massive chest of drawers reminded her of old sea vessels. She searched for Richard and found him sketching on the balcony. His pad on the stone railing, his naked form bent in concentration, and his eyes surveying the skyline of domes and spires. She placed her body against his and looked at the drawing. He turned and enveloped her in his arms.
"This city is so magnificent I can think of nothing but beauty and love. Kiss me and we will walk the canals again." She embraced him with tenderness. Her touch and softness provoke him instantly.
"You will not deny me the sunset on the Grand Canal. Your wanton body will remain under control until I permit!" He forcefully told her as he slipped from her arms.
"Well then don't parade your naked, sexy body in front of me. I can't control my natural instincts." She laughed as she caressed his rear.
Chantal pouted as they dressed. She had finally found someone who desired her and now he was resisting her advances. Richard sensed her displeasure and told her.
"I will make you desire my love with every step. I want you to not wear panties and to lift your dress. I will prepare you for a very long evening of love, but first we have things to do."
He took a thin silken rope from the curtains, and tied it around her waist. He ran one strand from the front center, past her crease, up the valley of her buttocks to her back. He pulled the rope until it entered her seam yet not tight enough to create any pain, simply a constant reminder of its presence. He tied a neat knot at the back and said.
"Now, my dear, let us visit this magical city. As you walk you will be persistently prompted to think of how I will caress your flower later this evening. Oh, how lovely it looks."
He led her into the soft evening smells and guided her through the back canals. The tourists had left this part of town; only the locals still wandered the streets. Their singing Italian rang against the walls and across the water. They traversed little arched bridges and admired lovely villas, the gothic windows, the marble inserts, and the heavy doors. The enchantment was complete except for a fire in her belly she struggled to ignore. Yet every step reminded her of his earlier words and brought pressure to her sensitive places.
The tourists were evident as they approached Piazza San Marco, and so were the shops. Many carried fine Italian apparel and handsome leather goods. Richard pulled her into a lovely clothing store and explained to the sales girl that they would be staying for a few days but their luggage was elsewhere. Therefore, Madame needs whatever is necessary for at least three days. The sales girl smiled and began surveying Chantal for size and color.
Soon the girl's arms were full of skirts, blouses, and dresses she believed would suit Chantal. She led her to a curtained dressing room and held the drape aside. Chantal stepped in and she followed. Chantal was at a loss for how to act, she did not want her to see the rope yet there was no way she wouldn't. Richard entered and quickly lifted her dress and explained that Madame was embarrassed. The sales girl simply caressed Chantal's bottom and commented how lovely she was and offered her a dress to try. Richard helped Chantal remove her dress and she stood in front of the mirrors naked but for the rope and her shoes. The girl handed Chantal the dress and Chantal slipped the silk fabric over her head and turned to Richard. The pale gray cloth followed every curve of Chantal's body and floated with her movements as it highlighted her fair skin.
"Yes," Richard said. "We will certainly take this one." He admired the taste of the sales girl.
Chantal felt more at ease and began to enjoy putting on the different outfits. They chose four complete sets before deciding they had enough. They agreed Chantal would wear the gray dress that evening and left the one she was wearing to be sent to the villa where they were staying. As Richard instructed the sales girl where to send the packages she interrupted and told Chantal to follow her for a moment. They returned and lifted Chantal's hem to show Richard the rope had been replaced by a magnificent woven silk piece. The waist band was wide but flat showing her skin through the weave. The piece running between her legs started wide but narrowed into a ball at the top of her womanhood, it disappeared betwixt her lips to reappear where it became wide again at the top of her rear.
Chantal smiled at him saying "Quite a bit more feminine than your rope, don't you think? Yet I feel even more powerfully the sensation of excitement and pressure. Please let me wear this."
"Yes." he answered. "You're lovely wearing that belt. May we see others?" he asked the sales girl. She answered that she would deliver everything to their room tomorrow morning and bring some samples of items that might interest them. Richard was delighted and set an appointment. He asked her for directions to a store for men. She told them where to go and bid them farewell until the morrow.
The men's store was equally elegant and Richard selected three outfits one of which he wore for the evening and had the rest delivered. Next door they found a shoe store where both were able to find what they needed as well as two pair of beautiful dress shoes only the Italians can design. They left feeling like new lovers in a new life.
The sky of Venice had begun to fade to purple. The director of lighting had exaggerated the colors. The deep purples and bright oranges could not be real. They felt as if they were walking on a set! Chantal's gray dress reflected the tint of the sky, the colors echoed in the water and windows. The bright yellow of streetlights painted the left side of her face. Her eyes sparkled and her moist lips shone in the Magritte evening. Richard looked at her in awe of her beauty and wondered if her sensuality ignited the fire in her eyes. He wanted to make love to her every instant but knew they must treasure these few moments and not even waste the darkness.
They walked along the Grande Canal heading away from the Piazza San Marco to the east. She looked at the Bridge of Sighs and commented on the delicate architecture. They continued along the wide sidewalk of the Riva di Schiavoni not noticing the other tourists, listening to the songs of the few remaining singing gondoliers. The sounds of the water and the deepening colors of the night make them feel alone despite the many others. He stopped at the church of Santa Maria della Pieta which holds the Vivaldi concerts and asked if she would enjoy listening to the "Four Seasons" tomorrow night. She seemed delighted. He ask the ticket vendor if there are any remaining places for tomorrow and was told only the best seats are available. With pleasure he purchased two and told her they will have to buy her another dress for the concert.
They wandered until they found the secluded restaurant with garden seating he had previously reserved. They settled in for a leisurely meal full of sensuous tastes and smells. Chantal enjoyed the deep red wines and the ripe tomatoes, the fresh basil, and the figs for desert. Throughput the meal he caressed her thighs under her dress and told her of the passion he felt for her. She wanted to hurry the repast for her desire was becoming unbearable, but he forced her to savor every bite and to relish even the lovely garden.
"You will not return here soon, my dear." He told her. "So make sure you waste none of the splendor, that you enjoy every smell, every vision, every sound, and every taste. Fear not I want you as badly as you want me and I promise to love you completely upon our return to the room. But for now open your mind and let it be filled by the beauty of this place." She nodded and bit her lip as he slid his hand cruelly to the junction of her thighs.
Finally the meal was over and he took her back to the villa. In the room Richard kissed her deeply and undressed her. He gently eased the silk thong down her hips while kissing her tender lips. Again he laid her naked on the velvet bed without any covers. He quietly undressed and spoke loving words.
"Dear Chantal, please let me take control as I have in the past. Allow me to love you for hours. I want to see you fulfilled and joyous. I know you want release but be patient I will ensure your patience is rewarded. Lie back, I will play with your body until you can take the stimulation no more."
He began by, ever so lightly, tracing her eyebrows with the tips of his fingers. He continued by circling her eye sockets and cheek bones. His touch was barely there but sent tremors throughout her body. He drew her jaw and the side of her neck using both hands on either side of her. He continued to her shoulders barely touching the top of her arms and then delving into her arm pits. She jumped at the ticklish sensation and tried to grab his hands.
"No, my dear," he admonished, "let me explore your beautiful forms. Keep your eyes closed and lose yourself in what you feel."
Chantal ached for simple, basic, animal sex she was so on fire. Yet his touch seemed to increase the flames as well as the longing. She squeezed her eyes shut and allowed her body to concentrate on each touch and caress.
His fingers were stroking the sides of her breasts, and then the underside, but seemingly never her stiffened, wanting, nipples. He made circles and let his fingers flutter around the outsides. The circles became tighter but still he did not touch the center. And then his hands moved to her belly.
"Oh no," she thought, "he can't ignore my nipples. I need them pinched!"
No sooner had she thought this than his mouth fastened on her left breast sucking the nub into his mouth and giving it a tiny bite. Her hips lurched and a moan escaped her throat. His hands pushed her hips back onto the bed as he let his fingers slide to her petals.
She could feel him collecting her nectar and spreading it along her entire flower, covering her with dew. She was mad with desire yet he seemed in no hurry. His fingers continued to slide up and down her opening, never exerting pressure never delving deeper, only tracing the outlines and occasionally touching her button at the top. She could feel his fingers become soaked with her honey as he continued his exploration. His mouth remained on her breast increasing her pleasure but not bringing her to fruition.
He stopped! She could feel him moving on the bed, he seemed to be getting between her legs.
"Open your eyes, my love, and look at me." He commanded.
Chantal followed his order, and found him kneeling between her thighs.
"I will enter you now and I want you to look into my eyes as we move together in love. I want you to see the love in my eyes as my body tells you of its desire for yours. Are you ready?"
"I have never been so ready, in fact if you don't enter me right now I will rape you!" she cried.
Richard slipped deeply into her belly and grabbed her hips with both hands. He began a slow rhythm of withdrawing almost completely and plunging until their hairs tangled. His eyes never left hers as the pace increased. She did not know if he was controlling the movements but she certainly did not feel passive she was driving toward her fulfillment with determination as well as passion. She could see the strain in his eyes and his mouth was opening while he panted grunts. She reached for her nipples but found his hands getting there just before hers.
He gently squeezed each breast and then increased the pressure. He grunted more deeply as his hips drove into hers.
She cried out "Now, yes, please, now!"
He pinched her nipples hard and lurched onto her chest as he emptied his seed deeply into her tummy. She could feel his hot liquid filling her hungry sex and it tripped her final release.
"Oh Richard, I can't get enough of you, you make me feel so wonderful."
"My dear you deserve so much more. We have time and nothing to do but make you happy, so my goal is to find what really makes you smile."
"Richard, making love to you makes me smile!"
"That is not enough, I will do better. But for now I am going to love you until you can't sit or maybe even walk." He said laughing.
They hugged and she fell asleep in his arms.
"Tomorrow we will spend another splendid day in Venice." He whispered as he caressed her hair.
The curtains were open and the sun warmed the tile floor as Chantal awoke. She could feel the soft breeze feathering across her uncovered breasts. Lying on the open bed she stretched and absorbed the sounds and smells of the Venetian morning. The delicate odor of the sea mingled with the aroma of coffee. She scanned the room, looking for the coffee. A tray of delights sat on the trunk at the base of the bed. She took a cup, filled it, and walked, still naked, to the balcony. There she found Richard drawing again, also naked and drinking coffee.
"Good morning, my love." he said. "Are we not unusually lucky to be here?"
He enfolded her into his arms and kissed her deeply. They gazed at the hazy skyline and felt the beauty invade their core.
"Drink, my dear, and put on some clothes for the sales girl will be delivering our packages shortly."
They dressed and waited enjoying the peace and serenity of the moment. They planned the day, talking of the Gallerie dell' Accademia, the churches, and the Biennale. A knock announced the arrival of her wardrobe. The sales girl entered laden with boxes. She quickly opened each to show her the items they had chosen. Then she stopped and asked if they wanted to see the items they had discussed. Richard answered that they did and she began her presentation. At first she showed them delicate lingerie with ose themes, open bras, split panties, and the like. He asked for something else. She opened a dark wood box with brass corners and latches. Inside on a bed of red velvet was a magnificent Venetian glass dildo. The whorls of color flowing along its length were so exquisite that one could easily place the piece on display were it not for its form. They bought it instantly, not knowing if they would ever use it or simply admire the workmanship.
She then presented them some lovely masks. Not the ones seen in the tourist stores but handmade pieces with themes of fantasy. Again they purchased the ones they both admired not knowing how or if they would ever use them. Her last item was truly something Richard desired yet had never seen. Beautiful silk thong panties with a little pouch low in front. She handed him a small control unit and a plastic egg. Turning on the unit made the egg vibrate at increasing speeds. The egg fit into the pouch tightly and would sit at the mouth of Chantal's womanhood. He was enthralled and elated.
They told her they would pass by the shop later in the afternoon for Chantal needed a dress for the evening, a long evening dress for the concert. The sales girl answered she was certain she had a lovely garment and that she would be happy to make sure it fit perfectly. She left them and Richard instructed Chantal to prepare for a long day of walking the canals and viewing art. She chose a short pleated skirt and loose open blouse. Her skirt was basic black, and the blouse a burgundy that highlighted her delicate white complexion. His slacks and shirt complimented her outfit and they set out for a day of sightseeing and art.
They spent two hours in the magnificent Gallerie dell' Accademia, enjoying the great Venetian paintings and the sensuality of the colors and composition. While standing before a large Titian his hands slid under her skirt to cup her soft warm rear. As always he wanted her instantly but denied himself for fear of missing another masterpiece. By the time they had left the museum he had caressed her numerous times and she was complaining of a need for fulfillment.
"Not until later, my dear, we have churches and art to see." He scolded.
They crossed the Grande Canal and wandered into the church of San Stefano. They opened the doors to an interior of Baroque opulence. The cool and dark chamber was a refreshing respite from the heat of the day. Their bodies cooled while their eyes and minds indulged in the magnificence and sensuality of the frescoes and carvings. Full-bodied women, in flowing robes their breasts overflowing, stepped out of the ceiling. Their succulent bodies ripe with womanhood beckoned lascivious thoughts. Angelic cherubs rolled their eyes slightly back in their heads, looking upward as they reached that moment of being at the edge of paradise, not wanting to give up the tension, yet wanting the climax.
The opulence they feasted upon gave rise to their sexual gluttony and Richard looked for a place to find release.
They scurried like two children, caught in the rain, into the dark recesses of the confessional. They suppressed giggles and closed the dark heavy purple draperies behind them. The smell of dark wood and the church incense permeated the small enclosure. He trapped her between his arms and the dark wood wall of the box, his palms out in front. She could feel his sexual energy permeating the space.
"Now little one." he said in a firm voice. "Confess to me the sins you would like to commit." Chantal smiled knowing full well that they had the same sins in mind.
"Will you confess or are I to punish you for sins you have not yet committed?" He said as he pressed firmly against her belly. She felt his instrument of punishment prepared for the task.
Richard forced her to kneel on the padded kneeler. He dropped his trousers before kneeling behind her. Yes, they were in prayer, but to the deity of lust. His fingers found her heat and pushed the cloth covering aside. He felt her moist desire and slipped a finger between her lips. He spread her wetness to her crux and circled that sensitive spot. She moaned loudly so he quickly covered her mouth with his other hand. He could no longer wait and placed his rampant manhood against her nether lips. He held her mouth as he thrust deep into her belly and commenced the licentious dance they needed so badly. The fragrance of their love permeated the tight wooden box and the sounds of their movement would have certainly alerted anyone in the church. Their passion involved all their beings to the exclusion of care. He could not have stopped his hips from moving had the Bishop of Venice touched his shoulder. She bit his hand and pushed back onto him as her climax erupted. He could feel the vise of her sheath clamp his shaft. With his left hand he pulled her belly back and drove deeper into her canal as his emission poured forth. He had to bite his arm to arrest his cries. The power of their ecstasy engulfed them completely and brought a satisfaction that surprised them. He slumped against her back and slowly withdrew. Using his handkerchief he tried to dry her lovely fruit and then wipe himself in an attempt to be presentable as we continued the day.
They left San Stefano quickly not sure if they had been observed, but frankly not caring. They laughed, held hands, and kissed like young lovers. The canals and bridges seemed to welcome them and made soft wet sounds they thought they recognized. They entered a cozy trattoria for lunch and found a cool garden in the back where we savored the summer specials. The fresh melon, the prociuto, the ripe tomatoes with mozzarella, the pungent olive oil, the basil, and the delicate pasta with olive oil and garlic were all offered. Looking at Chantal eating brought back Richard's desires. Her sucking the strands of pasta into her mouth with a little stream of olive oil slipping down her chin made he look so sensuous, he leaned over to lick that little stream. She tasted better than the meal.
They walked to San Marco and took the vaporetto to the Castello Gardens to visit the Venice Biennale, the contemporary art exhibition where each nation chooses its representative. She was surprised buy much of the work but found some of the pieces appealing. He noticed her desire to touch certain sculptures and rejoiced in her natural affiliation to the forms. Becoming a bit distracted and tired they headed to the shop to find her attire for the evening.
The sales girl smiled at our entrance and locked the store.
"I don't want to be disturbed while I fit the dress to the Signora. If you would please remove everything for the dress must fit perfectly." She commanded.
When Chantal removed her panties they all could smell the evidence of the earlier session. The sales girl nodded and smiled while continuing to prepare the long black velvet evening dress. The deep neckline accentuated Chantal's round bust and it seemed as if the back slit went all the way to the junction of her thighs. She busied herself with pins and markings to make the fit flawless. When she was finished she told them to go to the little cafe in the next square and that she would fetch them when the retouches were completed.
They relaxed and laughed from sheer joy as they sipped wine.
"She must think we never stop making love." Chantal remarked.
"Then she is not very mistaken." he answered. "What a wonderful sensual vacation." he said.
She put her feet on his thighs asking him to rub them. He massaged her toes and dug his thumbs into the arch of each foot. He rubbed her calves and returned to her feet. She made little cooing sounds that turned the heads of the couple at the neighboring table. The Italian woman poked her companion and clearly told him he should do the same for her. He didn't seem to acquiesce and she pouted. They laughed and he continued to knead her feet and legs until the sales girl called us.
The dress fit flawlessly and enhanced her beauty, as it should. The sales girl informed them that Chantal should wear no undergarments to look her best. Richard took her aside and informed her that he had intended for her to wear the thong with the egg during the concert.
"Ah, si." She said with a knowing smile. "Then I must add a waist band inside so no one can discern the panty line. It will only take me five minutes." Chantal asked what she was doing as they waited and he explained that she was making a minor adjustment. They thanked her for all her help and returned to the villa to rest and prepare for the evening.
Their room was bathed in the evening light accenting the warm colors of the woods and fabrics. They soaked in the tub and lay on the bed for a few moments of rest. Her natural aroma mingled with the smells of the lagoon and stirred his passion again. He took her hand and gently sucked each finger, feeling and tasting her softness, so quiet, so tender. They remained on their backs touching and kissing until he felt her slip into slumber. He knew she needed the rest so he quietly left the bed to gather his drawing utensils. While she slept, naked on her back, he drew the sensuous curves of your body. The swell of her breasts, white and full with their burnt sienna tips. Her round belly drew the eye to the seductive curve of her mons. Hiding beneath her dark curls the valley from which they both derived so much pleasure. Her thighs open and relaxed, again, drawing the eye to that warm moist province of delight. He sketched trying to impart all the sensuality he could see. He became lost in the rendering of her carnality, moving about the room to capture her from many angles. His desire obvious by his constant erection, his hands and eyes conspired to create images of her both passionate and charming.
For almost an hour he sketched until she awoke surprised and refreshed. She kneeled on the bed and asked to see his work. They looked and commented on the drawings and he made her promise to pose for him another time. He told her that they must dress for the concert soon if they were to have time for an aperitif first. He went to the trunk and handed her the thong with the pouch. He instructed her that she was to wear this garment during the evening. Once she had slipped it over her hips he inserted the little egg in its pocket. Richard then stood back and turned on the control unit. She uttered a little squeak and her hand grasped her crotch. He turned it off and advised her he might awaken it at any time during the evening.
"Do you agree to be under my control, my dear?" he asked. She looked at him searching for an indication of levity and found only a stern master returning her gaze. She nodded, yes, and continued to dress.
Richard wore a gray silk suit with a blue shirt and tie. Chantal's long black velvet dress fit like a second skin, emphasizing her every curve. The slit up the back showed off the tops of her thighs above her thigh high stockings. The deep neckline displayed her breasts to the limit of decency and was perfect for the pendant she choose to adorn her cleavage. A delicate deep crimson embroidered shawl covered her shoulders in case of a chill.
They strolled into another colorful evening in the magical city. Arm in arm they wandered slowly toward the church for the concert. As they crossed one of the little bridges he reached into his pocket and turned on the egg at low speed. She stopped still, squeezed his arm, and looked at him pleadingly trying to control her body. He extinguished the torment, took her arm again, and continued their walk. She wanted to talk of this torture yet she remained silent. He kissed her neck and declared his love. He was so delighted to be her companion. He was overwhelmed with the feeling of being more alive than ever before. The passion they shared and the beauty of Venice had alerted all his senses and he felt flooded by their messages.
They found a chic cafe and sat amongst the people wanting to be seen. She laughed at the others trying to be more stylish than the neighbor. The loud name-dropping and hand movements provided them with entertainment as they sipped the chilled Prosecco. She was warm enough to leave the shawl on the back of the chair displaying her round shoulders and decolletage. He was proud to be her companion. The black and white of her dress and skin highlighted by the pendant and her lip-gloss reminded him of famous photographer's black and white photos that had been hand colored. She was simply stunning in the evening light of Venice.
They walked slowly along the Riva d. Schiavoni to the concert. Surrounding them were the tourists in shorts and sandals, surprised to see people dressed so elegantly. Upon entering the Santa Maria della Pieta and taking their places they found only a handful of others in similar attire. To his amazement they were all Italian. The music began and quickly they were transported by Vivaldi's enchantment into the seasons he was portraying. He looked at her and perceived her immersion into his sounds. As the tempo mounted and her breathing increased he started the little egg vibrating. Her head snapped back, her mouth opened, and she looked at him as she gasped. He smiled but let the vibrating continue. Her left hand went to her lap but he removed it as the music reached a crescendo. Her breath became gulps as her eyes pleaded. At the final note he shut off the machine. She tried to regain her composure by taking deep breaths and concentrating on the music. He stroked her arm tenderly and smiled. Throughout the concert he would initiate the vibrating at periods when he felt the music would conceal her movements and breathing. She became more radiant with each cycle as her breasts heaved and her face flushed. Her poise and ability to restrain her moans amazed him.
Chantal left the church holding Richard's arm for balance, not completely in control of her legs. He told her they would stroll the canals for a while before dinner. She looked at him questioning but followed. Minutes later they found themselves crossing the same little bridge where he had tortured her earlier. Again he turned on the egg. She took his hand and begged him to fulfill her lust.
"Right here, now?" he asked,
"Yes, please, now. You can't torment me endlessly; I need release, you may not constantly excite me without letting me come. I have been without for so long, and now you have wakened the tiger so bring me to climax now, here!." she answered.
He bent her over the stone parapet of the bridge. She was facing the black water of the canal. He slid his hand up the back slit of her dress and plunged a finger into her moist passage. She gasped and pushed back onto his hand. He withdrew immediately and opened his fly. He was certainly ready. He parted her dress pushing it up over her hips and entered her quickly. She cried out and he quickly covered her mouth with his handkerchief. His desire was as strong as hers and soon they were deep in the throes of passion beyond concern for others. The egg continued its vibrations making his peak seem very imminent. Her movements belayed her approaching climax when suddenly a gondola appeared in the canal poling straight toward them. The gondolier looked into her eyes and smiled, Richard still held the handkerchief over her mouth, and she could say nothing as the gondolier gazed at her exposed breasts. He passed only a meter below them as they froze for a few moments. They resumed as he turned into another canal.
Richard's passion became more ardent and soon he was flooding his discharge deep into her belly. She threw back her head and cried out all her release as the pent-up pleasure finally broke free. They barely had time to disengage before three windows opened and heads popped out to ask if there was the problem. He fell to his knees and pretended to hold her ankle.
"Scusi, mia pate." she cried out falling into the game.
There were a few replies as they pretended to limp her off to another canal. As they turned the corner she laughed and fell into his arms.
"Should we not go back to the room before dinner?" she asked.
He answered; "That is not necessary; we will go to the same little secluded restaurant as last night. No one will bother us and they have very nice bathrooms."
"Then would you please turn off the damn egg"? She said. He complied laughing that he had forgotten.
"Oh, Richard, I so need the wonderful sensations you are giving me." She said holding his arm as they walked. "I had forgotten how much I enjoy the erotic pleasures. Yet I feel you are taking me places I have never been, so please be gentle and understanding."
"Chantal you are too wonderful, I adore you and promise I will only bring you pleasure. If anything I do is too much, you must tell me. I want only to make you completely happy." Richard stopped and kissed her gently but passionately.
They wandered, somewhat unsteadily, to the restaurant and finally relaxed as they sat at the table. After sipping a glass of Prosecco she slid off to the ladies room to "freshen up." They laughed thinking how appropriate that term was this evening. He slipped to the men's for the same reason and returned feeling ready for another encounter.
Their meal was another delight of sensual tastes and aromas in a quiet garden setting. The soft Venetian air wrapped them in its cloak as the food and wine lulled them into a sleepy torpor. They savored every drop of the wine and they delighted in every taste of the food, but the long day and their constant erotic arousal had finally rendered them somnolent. Chantal realized they were completely compatible and comfortable with each other. She had not felt as at ease with a man ever. She raised her glass and declared.
"Richard, you are transforming me. I have never felt such sexual joy, yet I am sure you have more to teach me. Please understand I am falling deeply in love with you. You know this will completely change my life, so do not continue unless you have real affection for me. I would rather stop now than continue and not have a long future."
He took her hand and kissed her fingers, looking deeply into her eyes and said, "My dear, I already love you. I want you to stay with me and explore all we can explore together. The details of your life can be solved easily, but now we must simply let the pleasures sweep over us. I will not hurt you or abandon you. Believe me. You must know this is true, for I need you to open your heart, body, mind, and senses to all we will experience in the next few days. We will have plenty of time when we are home to worry about the particulars. We have seven more days and plenty of money so let us fill our minds and bodies with all the pleasure we can find."
"Let your senses guide you. Does our love feel real? Does this wine taste wonderful? My mouth tells me the wine is delicious, not what is written on the label. Does your body not tell you how much I love you when we are joined? I can express my love in no better manner."
He kissed her lips tenderly, and said one more time, "I love you Chantal."
Her heart almost burst in her chest. She had never felt such passion, she could not analyze all the feelings yet she knew he was right, simply listen to your body!
They slowly drifted toward their villa, needing to find rest, yet in no rush. They loosely held hands as they ambled wordlessly across the canals and through the piazzas. The sounds of Venice accompanied them almost resembling a lullaby gently taking them to bed.
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