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We found a little table near the large <IMG SRC="14bf0960.jpg" border=0 width="240" height="150" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="8" VSPACE="8">windows facing the street. Coffee, cake, brandy, talking about the performance, chuckling about our opera games.  Was it something in the cake, or the coffee, or perhaps something I said? Her bare foot, under the table, teasing between my thighs. If not for large table cloths, this would draw attention, I'm sure.</I></div> <div> <I>"You're playing with fire, " I smiled sipping on my brandy, erection, if I stood, could not have been hidden,</I></div> <div> <I>"REALLY ?  " she teased with a grin, "Really HOT fire? Tell me more."</I></div> <div> <I>"Too late." I said, "You should have asked before you started that.  A good General never divulges his strategy." </I></div> <div> <I>I took her panties from my back pocket, tightly crunched in my fist, and placed my fist slowly on the table, took a slow sip of my brandy, </I></div> <div> <I>"Before you advance, I suggest you remember, " I said</I></div> <div> <I>"Don't do that, " she said "All that does is make me hotter."</I></div> <div> <I>I called for the waiter for the check, and we left.  Now a nice leisurely walk back to the hotel.  Across the street, down the granite steps to the river walk, away from the noise of traffic, a nice stone paved path between the river's edge, shrubs and trees along the revetment to the street above.  Lights from street lamps and neon signs reflect on the water from across the river, gradually being diffused by a fog rising from the cool river water, till only the color of the lights could be seen, a dense milky cloak.  And I thought, </I></div> <div> <I>"How nature works to add to my delicious plans,"</I></div> <div> <I>"That is beautiful how the fog dilutes all the lights," she says as she brings me to a halt still holding my hand, "look at how you can barely see the reflections in the water now."</I></div> <div> <I>My arms around her waist from behind, she never stopped describing what she saw, nor noticed as I worked the front of her dress up till the damp warm night air floated past her naked thighs. </I></div> <div> <I>"What are you doing? I hear people coming." she says</I></div> <div> <I>It was to late for her to care, my fingers fondling, sliding in and out of her defenseless hot aroused pussy.  Her panties still safely tucked in my pocket. </I></div> <div> <I>"Stop that, you're driving me crazy," she softly moaned, </I></div> <div> <I>"Well then stop me, " I whispered, nibbling on her neck, fingers deep inside her now,</I></div> <div> <I>"I can't," she groaned, squeezing her thighs tighter to my hand, reaching around, fumbling trying to get her hand on my cock, trying to undo my pants,</I></div> <div> <I>"I thought you said to stop," I said, playing harder with her clitty,</I></div> <div> <I>My words were no longer answered, only by her actions, my pants undone, her hand fumbling behind her back, between our tightly pressed bodies, one hand wrapped so tightly around my now aching cock, her other hand struggling to lift the back of her dress, now more and more bending over, and pressed my cock between her bare hot thighs. </I></div> <div> <I>The sounds of footsteps, voices nearing through the fog, it didn't matter.  One hand on the iron bench to hold her balance, and spread her thighs in waiting.  Her dress I now had well above her waist, this cute bare ass of hers to the night air, and slid my  cock hard and deep into her hot depths.</I></div> <div> <I>"God  that feels good," she moans "slower,  do it slower for now,"</I></div> <div> <I>With each sound of footsteps, strange sounds or voices nearing I could feel her pussy kneading on my cock, thighs twitching, yet no thought to stop.  It was as though we were suspended in a slow motion scene. Softly fondling her, around her waist, gently massaging her breasts, her hand along my thigh, reaching for my back to pull me in tighter.  The moist warm air along our exposed naked bodies.  The rush was driving us both over the edge of no return.  Such slow, methodical strokes, as she wanted, deep within her, then back out, the gradual increase in momentum, thrusting harder with each stroke deeper in, damp heated bare flesh swashing,  cloaked only by the dense fog, sounds of cars passing over the bridge above us, the rippling of the river's moving water against the shore.  The slight creaking sound of the wood on wrought iron bench with each thrust into her, thoughts of being discovered aroused her even more. </I></div> <div> <I>"Give it to me harder," she mumbled, hoping not to be heard beyond our curtain of fog.</I></div> <div> <I>Not too many yards away along the path, gray silhouettes of people walking past, murmur of voices, then fading.  She wiggles her ass, grinding tighter to my thighs, </I></div> <div> <I>"oohhhhhh, iiiimmmmmmm cmmmmmmnngg, donntt sstoopp,"</I></div> <div> <I>"yyeeaaahhh, meeee tooooooooooo," thrusting, slamming harder and faster to her,</I></div> <div> <I>for the moment, no care, nor thought of being discovered, it was another time, another moment. The harsh slapping sounds of hot wet flesh, to her quacking body, flesh flowing from the greedy thrusts. Then silence, only convulsive breathing, a sudden shudder, a twitch as I withdrew slowly.</I></div> <div> <I>We collapsed, to sit, bare assed on this damp wood bench, not yet a thought to rearrange our clothing, still have naked and ruffled.  </I></div> <div> <I>"What's say we get going and have a little snack when we get back," she said,</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm getting a  bit hungry now,"</I></div> <div> <I>Slowly, weakly, sort of getting ourselves dressed, and back to the path, walking among others going or coming from somewhere, perhaps they also made a stop or two along the way. </I></div> <div> <I>By the time we got back to the place, we were both ready for a snack. The night air, the walk, and of course the detour, all made for a healthy appetite.  </I></div> <div> <I>Snack laid out on one big tray, bread, wine, and get the fireplace roaring, to really warm things up.  Nice hot shower, softly scrubbing, still fondling each other.  This was not over yet, and we both knew it, but why hurry, we could still relax tomorrow.</I></div> <div> <I>No need getting dressed, felt good to be rid of clothes. The only light, that from the fireplace, crackling hard once on a while from the damp wood, snacks and wine never tasted better.  Still chuckling of our naughty escapade at the opera, thoughts of what if someone had heard us, or worse walked in at the wrong time.  Oh well, we thought, it was fun and a giggle forever.  </I></div> <div> <I>"The thought of that makes me hot again," she grinned,</I></div> <div> <I>"Yeah, me too," I said, "I guess it's the rawness of it,"</I></div> <div> <I>"How about desert, ?" I asked, "we still have the brandy marinated peach slices and biskup,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhhh, that does sound decadent," she smiled,</I></div> <div> <I>"OK, I'll be right back," and of to the kitchen I went,</I></div> <div> <I>I had marinated some peach slices in sugar water, brandy and Grand Marnier since yesterday, and they go really well with vanilla whipped cream, with cacao liqueur, and thinly sliced pound cake.  Ohh, this is definitely going to be decadent. She wants to play with fire, well then so be it.  </I></div> <div> <I>All to a tray and back in front of the fireplace.</I></div> <div> <I>"What is all THAT ?", she asked</I></div> <div> <I>"It's the decadent desert I promised, and the fire you were playing with in the cafe, when you were teasing me with your foot under the table,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Lay back, rest your head on the pillow, and relax," I said</I></div> <div> <I>And slowly, methodically I placed small slices of the cake on her tummy, from her breasts, along her tummy, along her thighs, peach slices neatly placed on each, the nectar from the marinade poured over each, and between the little mounds, and topped with the cacao liqueur whipped cream. </I></div> <div> <I>"This is already driving me crazy," she said, "because now I can move without destroying it all,"</I></div> <div> <I>"That's the idea," I said, "I will feed it to you, and I will snack off you, BUT,"</I></div> <div> <I>"BUT WHAT,?" she said</I></div> <div> <I>"You'll see," and I took a peach slice from one of the cakes, and very, very slowly slid it between her now very swollen pussy lips, from bottom to top and over her clit, as to scoop from within her, then to the whipped cream and ate the first myself.  Then did the same, and even slower between her thighs, deeper between her pussy lips, to the whipped cream, along with a small portion of cake and fed it to her.</I></div> <div> <I>"This is completely decadent," she mumbled with cake and fruit still in her mouth, </I></div> <div> <I>"I know, and we have enough here for a really nice desert," I said, and when finished I will tidy up,"</I></div> <div> <I>We must have nibbled on this desert for a good hour, not too much said, but a lot of heat exchanged.  With each continuing pass of the peach slice to her pussy, the hotter her thighs, with more and more quivers as I pressed the peach slice over her clitty. </I></div> <div> <I>"I can't take much more of this," she said, barely breathing, </I></div> <div> <I>"Well then let me clean the remains, " I said, and began a slow methodical nibbling licking the marinade and cream from her breasts, from her tummy, along her thighs, and of course, meticulously from around and within her now trembling pussy.  Her juices of arousal flowing down to the cheeks of her ass,</I></div> <div> <I>"Don't you dare stop now," she mumbled a demand, </I></div> <div> <I>Her clitty protruding, demanding, aching,  to be savored.  One finger deep in her pussy, sucking firmly on her clitty, holding tight to her thigh, thrusting hips  jerking up for want of more. Such a sweltering heat from within her, legs wrapped tightly around my back, her hands kneading in my hair, assuring I would hold my ground to the finish.  I knew she was near to eruption, I would hold my ground,</I></div> <div> <I>"I want you in my NOW, "she snapped, pulling my up to her, grabbing my cock and ramming it in her, with hasty, trembling, fumbling,  hand.  She was coming as I rammed myself deep in her, legs wrapped so tightly around my body, quacking, hard, thrusts of her hips to me, </I></div> <div> <I>"ooohhh mmmyyyyyyyyyyyy, " as she came, and as I did, such heat within her, twitching on my pulsing cock as I came, as if no end, she just kept quivering, thighs squeezing around me, and just as suddenly, as if she melted, lay there, pushed me slowly off,</I></div> <div> <I>"Just cuddle me," she said, "I'm ruined, that desert was too much, I think I'm marinated,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well," I said "Tomorrow is another day,"</I></div> <div> <I>And there, like that we dozed off, still sticky, and messy from our desert,</I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I> . . . . . . fini</I></div> <div>  </div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>