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Chantal, chapter two
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You will get a better idea about the characters if you read Chapter One first, but this will work by itself if you are in a hurry.
Chapter Two
The sun had dipped below the skyline of Manhattan as Richard's taxi pulled up to the terminal at JFK. He reflected on the symbolism but felt nervous enough not to dwell on it for long. He was so excited to meet Chantal for the first time. He only hoped he would be able to check in before she arrived. They had arranged to sit together but he did not want to be in line with her. He was afraid that someone else in the terminal would know one of them.
The check in went smoothly, and since he had arrived so early, there was almost no one else in line. While he scanned the terminal he saw her alight from a taxi and struggle with her luggage. The desire to run and help her almost overtook him, but he was afraid of attracting attention. They had agreed to meet innocently on the plane, as if by chance. Her beauty took his breath away. Instantly he recognized her from the photos they had exchanged, but she was so much more radiant in person. Again he had to control his urge to run to her and embrace her in welcome. He turned his back and walked to the newsstand so she would not see him. He knew he had to abide by the rules, but his first sighting had stunned him.
Next to the newsstand was a shop selling scarves. He rushed in and chose one he knew would complement her coloring. He wanted to give her a gift even if it wasn't in the plan. The lush silk and bright colors would frame the exquisite face he had just seen for the first time. The light salmon-colored dress she was wearing seemed too severe for her beauty. She was so elegant. The dress was expertly tailored and discretely highlighted her shapely legs. It outlined the curves of her hips and breasts, yet he felt it needed a touch of color. He was excited by his purchase and wanted to run and present it to her. Again he knew he had to resist and play by the rules he'd established.
Now, suddenly, he was nervous about his own appearance. He had taken great care in preparing for this trip, packing only his finest suits, shirts, and even the jeans and polo shirts that he felt showed off his tall lean body. He had visited, only the day before, his favorite coiffeur to have his white mane styled to look relaxed but perfectly groomed. He still had a light tan from summer even though it was mid-September, and he knew that tan set off his deep blue eyes. He found the men's room and checked his image in the mirrors. All seemed well, but he splashed a bit more Cacharel on his chest and neck. As he buttoned his shirt he laughed at himself; he was acting like a teenager on a first date. Here he was rediscovering the emotions and excitement of youth and love. He became worried again, but this time simply that she was not feeling the same agitation. He decided to allow almost everyone to enter the plane before he presented his ticket at the gate. That way they would not have to look at each other in the lounge and feign ignorance. A quiet corner became his sanctuary and he immersed himself in business papers while listening for boarding instructions. The flight was called. Finally he had to go
Richard boarded the jet trying to look confident and relaxed despite the storm raging inside. As he walked to his seat he saw Chantal was already installed for the long flight. She seemed calm and relaxed, the opposite of his turmoil. He nodded a polite hello as if they were complete strangers, placed his briefcase and jacket in the overhead compartment, put the package with the scarf in the seat back, and sat. He looked around and saw no one paying attention; the plane was far from full.
He turned to her, gently took her hand, "I am so thrilled to see you and be with you, I can barely speak. I am so nervous I don't know what to say."
Her grip became so intense he knew she was feeling the same nervous tension.
Chantal answered, "I feel it also, let's just let time help us adjust. It feels so good to touch my phantom lover but we better wait a bit. At least until we are flying."
Richard took a deep breath, sat back, and almost sobbed in relief. His mind was spinning, thinking of the things they'd written over the past few days. The intensity of the relationship had been building and now they were together on a jet to Europe.
The big jet accelerated on the runway, pressing them to the back of their seats. Chantal seized his hand and gripped it hard. She was not at ease flying and sought comfort from him. Richard was thrilled by her touch and gently stroked her hand as they climbed into the evening sky. As the noise reduced and the plane leveled off, she let her head fall onto his shoulder. They continued holding hands but less intensely. He presented her the scarf, apologizing for the infringement of the rules but explaining his desire to place some color at her neck. She smiled and tied it in place.
"Thank you, it is perfect" she said, giving him a delicate kiss on the cheek.
The tension seemed to lift and real affection took over. The flight was the beginning of eight days together and they were already feeling comfortable. They were to fly to Milan then on to Venice from where they would drive to Verona for the auction.
The flight was uneventful and the brief layover in the new Milan airport gave them a chance to taste their first Italian cappuccino. Upon arrival at the Venice airport they were informed that their luggage had been sent elsewhere and that they would certainly receive their bags in a day or so. Richard laughed, thinking of all the careful packing and the time spent selecting his wardrobe.
"Since our luggage seems to be taking a separate vacation, why don't we just go visit Venice and find out later about our bags?" he asked.
"Oh I love Venice," she cried. "I was hoping we would stop there. I've visited before and just loved it. So much history and romance floating in every canal."
He instructed the clerk at the baggage desk that he would call in the evening to tell them where they were staying. He ordered a water taxi and asked to be taken to the Rialto.
Chantal radiated gaiety, as her hair was blown back, crossing the lagoon. She stood at the back of the taxi with her elbows on its roof, smiling into the breeze. Clearly, she loved going to "La Serenissima." The soft reds, terracottas, and whites of the city slowly become unmistakable as the boat sliced across the lagoon. Richard began making plans as they approached the sinewy canals. If she loved Venice so much, why should they go elsewhere?
Venice
Chapter 3
The Rialto was filled with people so Richard dragged Chantal onto a smaller canal to walk quietly and absorb the atmosphere. Her dress kissed her naked legs, playing with the breeze and threatening to show all. The straw hat they had bought from a zealous street vendor, though frivolous, gave her an air of another time. She walked freely owning the city of canals and Moorish buildings. The sounds of the water slapping the walls created the soft music of seduction. The heat sent him her jasmine and sage perfume inflaming his desire. They surrendered themselves to the magic of the city and wandered aimlessly through the maze of streets and canals. Deeper into the city's heart they strayed. The heat aroused their passion and the romantic smells and sights overtook their senses. They stumbled into a small square with a red church at one end and three little cafes on the opposite side. The brightly colored umbrellas offered shade and more. He commanded her to sit and ordered wine, bread, and olives.
Richard studied the dark hair that framed Chantal's pale face, her bare arms, her deep decollete, and her lovely naked legs were all so desirable. She seemed so at ease and relaxed in this foreign place. He noticed her inhaling the odors and grasping every visual treat. She was as sensual as he and reveled in the beauty of this place. They drank the wine watching the locals speak with their hands in animated conversations.
He leaned forward, kissed her neck and whispered in her ear. "I must make love to you very soon! But first we must find a room and buy a few things. Give me a moment to organize everything."
He left her alone as he entered the cafe to speak with the patron and pay their bill. She slowly sipped her wine and cataloged the charms of this little square and its people. When Richard returned, he led her down another narrow canal. She noticed a change in his demeanor yet the joy of the moment eliminated any apprehension. She was nonetheless surprised by his knowledge of the turns and bridge crossings. She sensed he knew where they were heading.
Richard found a "farmacia" and helped her get toothbrush, hairbrush, toothpaste, and other items lost in their luggage. He bought a razor for himself as well as a big bottle of Pino Sylvestre bath gel.
"Now I'll finally get to see you taking one of those bubble baths you keep telling me about!" He laughed as he pulled her along.
They entered a lovely "palazzo" and he conversed with an older woman. She led them up the marble stairs to a large room overlooking a garden with a balcony adorned with pillars.
"This is where I will love you, my dear," he sighed as he gently kissed her.
Chantal surveyed the room, the deep velvet cloth covering the bed and framing the windows, the dark woods, the gold frames around old paintings, and the atmosphere of exotic mystery. She sighed and touched her face as she dreamed.
"Do you like it, my dear?" Richard's voice startled her from her reverie.
"I want you to love it because this is where we will finally really make love," he said as he gently kissed her lips. "It is here I will love you as you truly deserve. We will bathe and rest, then do a bit of shopping before dinner. I have already made a reservation, but you will need new clothes. I will run the bath now and then you are mine!"
Chantal hugged him but couldn't answer; the beauty of the setting and her emotions were simply too overwhelming.
As he started to the bathroom he commanded, "Now get undressed. I will help you wash."
She removed the straw hat, and placed it on the old wooden trunk at the foot of the bed. She reached for the hem of her dress. Her trembling hands seemed to belong to another. They lifted the garment over her head without hesitation, yet her heart had not accepted the command. The soft cloth fluttered to the rich Persian rug leaving her in her underwear and shoes.
She heard the bath running and looked as Richard appeared in the door.
"Oh my, Chantal, you are so stunningly beautiful. May I finish the job?"
She nodded her head as he approached, still not finding her voice. He gently unclasped her bra and cupped her breasts before it fell. He uncovered first the right and then the left letting the garment fall to the floor. He tenderly caressed each silky globe for a moment before he dropped to his knees to slide her panties to her ankles. He asked her to step out of them and promptly buried his face in her velvety fur. His hands gently squeezed the cheeks of her rear as he kissed her secret place.
"I will pay homage to this later. First we must bathe you and help you relax."
He rose, took her hand, and led her to the bathroom.
The tub was almost overflowing with bubbles and smelled of pine. Chantal smiled at his thoughtfulness. He obviously had been paying attention and knew how much she enjoyed a foaming tub. He helped her into the water and offered to rub her back. She accepted and allowed his hands to stroke her shoulders. He quickly began to slide his fingers lower and caressed her back and sides.
"I've got to take off my shirt or I'll get everything wet," he stated as he reached for the buttons.
Chantal looked at him and boldly asked, "Why don't you take off everything and join me? There's room here and I want to indulge myself and finally touch your naked body."
He quickly complied. Chantal was thrilled to see his lean, tanned body was toned by frequent exercise. She was a bit startled to see he had no tan lines yet the effect was pleasing. His body excited her and she reached to touch him as he climbed into the tub.
As soon as Richard was in the water they began to explore each other. Both released the pent up desire to touch the other as they caressed hips, bellies, chests, limbs, and sexes. They were like children playing. Gently Richard slid his legs around Chantal's hips and pulled her body to his. He then leaned forward to kiss her deeply, moaning love sounds into her mouth.
Chantal felt all her decorum and restraint evaporate, she responded to his touch with pure lust. Her desire to have Richard take possession of her body overwhelmed her.
"We'd better move to the bed, or we will flood the palazzo," he said laughingly.
He stood and helped her out of the bath, wrapping her in the huge towel while trying to dry himself. He guided her to the bed and laid her on her back without removing the covers.
"It's warm enough to make love without the duvet," Richard groaned. "I want to see every inch of your body, my beauty."
He kissed her eyes as he caressed her hair, nestling his body against hers. He was trying to make contact along every inch. She could feel his hardness pressing along her hip, yet his hands and lips were not insistent, but tender and deliberate. She began thinking how she had never heard him exclaim his release during their phone exchanges, nor had he mentioned his joy during the chat sessions. Abruptly all thoughts were gone. His fingers had found her left nipple and were causing electric pulses to flow to her tummy. She moaned into his neck and her hands pulled his hips tightly to hers.
"Gently, gently, let me go slowly," he sighed. "We have plenty of time, and I want to see what I have only imagined over the past weeks."
His mouth slid along her collarbone to her chest leaving a trail of kisses. He kissed a circle around her right breast while his fingers continued to play with her left. Tantalizingly, unhurriedly, his mouth got closer to her stiffening nipple. When he finally sucked the nub into his mouth she felt her hips rise off the bed. Chantal realized in that moment she no longer controlled her body.
Richard backed his body away from contact and slid his hand to the warm mound below her navel. The silky, warm skin had a gentle curvature his fingertips explored as if to memorize it through touch. His mouth never stopped sucking and nibbling on her breast, keeping the nub stiff and aroused. She wanted his fingers to go lower, but again he was taking his time. When the first finger of his right hand touched her silken fur, her hips again lurched off the mattress.
His mouth left her breast and he firmly pushed her legs widely apart. His hands each caressed a thigh as he buried his head into her secret cove. The whole of his mouth covered her seam and he kissed her lips as he had her mouth.
"Oh, Chantal, I've wanted to taste you for so long! You are delicious," he said as he dove back into her swamp.
He parted her lips with his fingers and used his tongue to delve deeper into her canal. He then licked along her seam from end to end never going all the way to the top. Chantal was going mad with frustration.
"Richard, Richard, please let me come!" she moaned.
At her request he circled her magic button with his tongue while plunging two fingers into her cave. Her reaction was immediate as her release flooded him with her nectar and her cries of pleasure resonated in the room. He stopped all motion to let her cool a bit but his own desire was becoming unbearable.
He slid up her body pulling her legs up with him. He guided his manhood to the portal of her flower and softly whispered into her ear. "I am finally going to fill your belly," he said as his cock slid into her canal. "Oh, you feel better than I dreamed."
Chantal pulled him in without answering and felt his heat invade her core. She wanted him as deep as possible; she wanted all of him inside her, filling every inch. She had almost forgotten the joy of being so deeply fucked. She now knew how neglected she had been. Richard certainly was compliant, pushing as far into her as he could. He held her tightly and reacted to her to her heat with a low groan. Slowly, they found a rhythm and a true coupling as their bodies took control of their actions. Their combined hunger eliminated all thinking as their bodies communicated their mutual desires. The pace increased gradually but there seemed to be no urgency, simply sensations escalating to an eventual peak.
Richard felt his climax approach so he reached for Chantal's nipples and gave both a firm pinch. She let out a cry and he could feel her tunnel grip his lance, which sent him over the top. He thrust in rhythm with his spurts, spewing his seed deep into her belly. Chantal could feel the searing liquid flowing as her body convulsed in pleasure. The intensity of her orgasm was beyond all expectation
Richard looked at Chantal as his body relaxed; her cheeks were pink and covered with a glow of moisture. Her chest was blushing and small drops of sweat glistened everywhere.
"My love, you are so beautiful I could stay right here and look at you forever." He said as he caressed her hair and kissed her forehead. "Now, sleep a little and we will go find some clothes. We'll watch the sunset on the Grande Canal a bit later. I am so happy you are here!"
He kissed her eyes shut and quietly got off the bed.
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