French Connection

I am very excited. I will at least see in real the fabulous May from Malaysia. I know her for quite some time now but I have only just seen a picture of her lovely face. She seems quite open minded but she may have forgotten to tell me she is quite overweight or such rare things...

In any case, I am ready. I have taken a full bath, even internally cleaned myself. I am wearing my blue kimono, with my yellow stripes boxer beneath and I have talc powdered my thighs and ass cheeks. I have put 2 bottles of champagne in the fridge, there are strawberries, Chantilly cream, slightly green bananas, some carrots and long neck beer bottles in case she does not like champagne.

I have also cleaned the bedroom and put new sheets, lighted some incenses and a few red lamps to make the atmosphere very intimate. I am quite anxious also now because her plane was to arrive at 9 and with a taxi -I do not quite understand why she had insisted to come by herself and not let me get her at the airport- she should have been here at 10h30. It is now more than 11 and she has not yet arrived... I hope she has not lied to me and that she is indeed in the plane and that she will really come here...

I am quite anxious with this trip. Actually I don’t know what made me agree to it. I am going half way around the world to a man I quite don’t know. True, we have chatted on MSN a few times but there were times when we both knew that we were online but never bothered to speak to each other. Maybe I am just bored; I don’t know why I want an international romance? What is making me so reckless? Maybe because I feel that I won’t be found out? I just made an excuse of wanting to go visit my friends. Actually I just took Air France to go to London just for this rendezvous. My flight arrived quite on time. I just felt that I had to bring something for him. Maybe he wouldn’t want these stuffs from my country. I just felt the need to buy some flowers, I don’t know why but I just felt like I want the place to feel warm and loved although this is an affair of the lusty flesh. 

I wet my lips, fix my dress and push the doorbell. Gosh I am so nervous. True, I am not model-thin but I am ok. He seems to have done this several times already while I feel so inexperienced. I didn’t want him to pick me up at the airport because I wanted to face him when I am good and ready. Am I ready? Will he like me? Will I like him? Is there something to talk about? I just don’t want an encounter of the flesh; I want my mind to be stimulated as well. 

Dring!! The ring of the bells put my heart racing to 180. I look at the room again; I light the scented candles and go in front of the door. I decide to resist looking in the peephole to check on her before opening. I am a little scared. My entire Internet bravado is nothing compared to the shyness I feel now. What if she is a psycho that will try to kill me or worse? I feel confident because she had such a sweet voice the only time we have spoken together but I must be careful nevertheless. I have proposed that she sleeps home tonight to be sure we had plenty of occasions to make love together. I do not know how it will go from the hello I will say to greet her. A last look at my kimono, at the room, a silent prayer at my own internal guide and I open the door with my most pleasant look... 
"Hello May. I am quite ... pleased to meet you..." She is quite good looking in this white dress. I am pleased to find she does not wear much make-up. I stay quiet for a short time while we look at each other. The smiles go warmer after this first eye contact. I bend just a little to propose a soft kiss on her cheeks and tell her to come inside. She keeps her little luggage with her while she enters my home. I close and lock the door and turn to show her the room... 

I moved forward entering his home, still holding my luggage; I hope that the way I hold it doesn’t show how nervous I feel inside. I hand him the flowers, then I look around in the room; I am quite touched that he took the time to prepare for my arrival, I saw that he has lighted some candles and prepared some wine, salad and some pasta. He gets my luggage and sets it aside. He brings the small overnight bag I am holding inside his room. No need for big unpacking, since I am only staying overnight on my way to London. I get a glimpse of his room… He tells me to take a sit at the sofa and make myself comfortable while he finishes with the table and put the flowers on a vase. I ask if I could go freshen up. I go to the bathroom, look at myself and prepare myself for this night. Suddenly, I don’t feel as nervous anymore seeing him smile warmly as I stepped out to the dining area. 

The more I am with her, the more I feel confident and at ease. She is quite enjoyable and very good-looking. It was a very nice touch to bring in flowers; it makes the room even cozier.

Then we settled on the dinner table, I take the wine that he offers me so that I can make myself relax a little more. We start with the salad, I try to read his face, what does he think of me? Actually, I can see the appreciation in his eyes, the way his eyes travel to look at me, first my face, then my dress, then I can see his eyes trying to undress me already. Hmmm… this seems like it’s going to be an interesting night. He then asks me how my flight was, I laughed when I realize that he thought I was Malaysian. For a brief moment I laugh at the absurdity of this situation. He doesn’t even know where I am from but this was what I wanted: I wanted the fun and the no strings attached kind of thing. The wine makes me feel relaxed and a little braver. I am here already I might as well make the most out of this experience. I want this to be a long night of foreplay and lovemaking. 

She seems to enjoy the dinner and I am pleased to see her drink on the wine with pleasure. It makes her happier and more open by the minute. I cannot resist looking at her from head to toe each time I can. The white dress is not transparent enough for me to discover what is beneath but the forms I can imagine are making me excited in advance... 

I comment on his cooking; the salad tastes fantastic. I start trying to speak Chinese to him because I know he took some courses too. But of course I had to tell him in English what I thought of it. Some of the food accidentally sticks on the outer corners of my mouth and I feel the touch of his fingers as he tries to wipe it away… gosh the second physical contact after the brief kiss on the cheek and I feel like some electric wire passes through my body. I hold his hand; he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. 

Her Chinese is so much better than mine than I must confess I would not even be able to tell her she is a very beautiful Chinese woman. I am happy to see her laugh heartily to this. It was a good idea to propose her to come here; I have lost all the stupid fears I had about her being a dangerous woman. I am looking at an excuse to touch her to start being more intimate when I see that a small piece of food has stayed around the corner of her mouth. With a gentle smile, I say "Excuse me, sweet May" and I remove it with my hand. The contact is so electric and the look in her eyes so deep that without a further word, I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom. 

Holding now both her hands, we stay standing in front of the bed, eyes locked and breathing louder. I bend forward to kiss her. The sweetness of her lips sends shivers of pleasure all thru my body. I let the kiss linger and only slowly, very slowly start to open my lips and kiss her with more passion. When my tongue touches her, I hold her thigh in my arms to feel her body with mine. I look at her with extreme pleasure in my eyes and whisper: "May, thank you so much for accepting this invitation. You are indeed a wonderful woman..." And to give time for foreplay, I ask her: "Do you want me to bring champagne, and strawberries for the dessert? We can eat on the bed..." 

The soft kiss was wonderful; he went out to get the dessert, oh what a dessert it would be! Actually, I need this time to compose myself. I feel giddy already. I remove my shoes and climb to the bed. He comes in with a champagne bottle in one hand and two glasses on the other and the bowl of fresh strawberries and cream pressed against his body. It makes me get a view of what I would see inside his blue kimono. He climbs to bed and places the strawberries on the night table, he gives me one glass and we toast to the night. 

He moves closer to me and we start kissing again. I tease his nipples with the coolness of the glass. He starts to unzip the back of my dress. I feel his hands slowly touching my back, it makes my body arch with pleasure. Slowly he removes my dress and I am down to my bra and panties. He plays with the lace of my white brassiere. His hands are teasing my body, feeling my inner thighs and teasing my pussy with his fingers. My hands feel his face, guiding his neck so that he could kiss me deeper. Oh I love the feeling of his lips tasting my neck…

Her body looks real great with only her bra and panties. The touch of her glass on my body made me hard in anticipation of all the foreplay we can devise with Champagne, cream and strawberries… While I kiss and bite gently her neck, I undo the brassiere and throw it on the floor. I continue to kiss her a little and then stand back to have a good look at her breasts. Hmmm… I appreciate the roundness and the softness of the skin. Taking a sip of champagne, I keep it in my mouth and start kissing her nipples so the bubbles tickle her. After a short moment of this, I kiss her exchanging the champagne in our mouth. I look at her in the eyes to see if she appreciates the game…

And what do you see my dear? My… I feel light and heady. Everything we do now sends pure pleasure to my inner depths. I start to kiss his neck then I go down and lick his nipples too. I start fondling his hardness. It feels like it is growing under my hands like it has a life of its own. Just imagining it inside of me makes me feel so week. The way he touches and gazes down my body makes me feel so desirable, like a goddess. I have never felt this way before; it is like someone is worshiping my body. My body involuntarily arches trying to reach and meet his. He removes my panties. With champagne in his mouth he …

I go down on her pussy and start licking her with my mouth wide open so the bubbles tickle her inner lips, her vagina and her clitoris. My tongue darts to arouse her clit, which grows like a small inner tongue. I have always loved big clits, the way you can suck at it softly, the way you can bite in it with the tenderest gentleness to make her go way behind the pleasure point. While my mouth plays the champagne over and over her pussy, my hands reach for her tits and start fondling them with some force to make them harden. When I hear her moan with pleasure, I swallow the champagne mixed with her cunt juice. 

Then I take a strawberry from the bowl and using her sex like a sauceboat, I dip the fruit in it and eat half of it with pleasure. “May, do you want to share this strawberry my love?”
He feeds me with the strawberry and I suck his fingers. And his hand leads my head down to his sex. By this time, I could really see how hard it is. This makes me more excited. I start licking the shaft of his penis and my hands spread out his inner thighs. My tongue flicks his erection left to right and right to left in swift strokes. Then I start taking his wholeness inside my mouth. I continue to flick my tongue then I tighten my hold of him inside my mouth while I slide my mouth up and down. 

It feels so good to have my sex hard and hot in her mouth. She is quite expert with her tongue and seeing her ass move in front of my eyes when her head takes me in sends waves of pleasure that make me grow harder if still possible. I let her play with my sex for some time and let my mind wander on adding some extra pleasure to our foreplay… “May, do you like Chantilly cream?”

“Chantilly cream? Is it good enough to eat darling?”

By the look in her eyes, I suddenly realize that she has never seen Chantilly before. I laugh friendly with her and say: “Oh May, I am so sorry. I was thinking like a basic Frenchman that everybody knows what Cream Chantilly is and how you use it with strawberries. Let me show you.” I take the tube of cream from the table and put some of the cream in my hand. “Even if it looks like shaving foam, it is really only sugared milk cream, it is very sweet and we eat strawberry by dipping them in the cream.” I take one and put lots of cream on it and give it to May so she can taste it. "Do you like it?"
It's very sweet dear but I like your fingers better.