The Gallant Chateau

[COLOR=#XX1869]Visiting Gallant's chateau I look around in many empty rooms before finding the kitchen. There are many food cupboards, a refrigerator, cooker, table and chairs. In one of the cupboards I find a silver platter filled with gorgeous Scottish shortbread biscuits. I take the platter to the table, pour myself a coffee from the warm percolator into a china tea cup, pull up a chair and enjoy my little feast.

Whilst eating, I wonder how many other rooms the chateau may have that are used? I get curious and feel the need to find out. I am thankful that it is daylight and each room is lit from their large windows. I find Gallant's lounge near the kitchen and all of its gothic and baroque styles of furnishings. And there is the usual open log fire in one of the most amazingly designed fireplaces I have ever seen. Still holding the platter of shortbread in one hand and my cup of coffee in the other, I kneel beside the fire for a while, watching the natural mesmerising beauty of the flames. I think Gallant is so lucky to have such a beautiful chateau and wonder why he does not have more regular guests?

I realise that I am eating far too many of the fattening biscuits and quickly return to the kitchen to fill up my cup with coffee, leaving the near empty platter on the large wooden table. Once again my curiosity makes me want to explore further. Upstairs this time and I wonder how many bedrooms and even bathrooms the chateau may have?

I find the wide carpeted staircase leading onto a landing where the stairs split. One goes one way, the other another. I chose the one on my left, being naturally left handed. It winds up to the corridor with rooms on either side. I find one of the bedrooms with its door open and wonder if that room belonged to Gallant himself? There was a huge double bed with light blue silken sheets and burgundy pillows and quilt. The oaken headboard almost reached the ceiling with its carved gothic features of elven and nymphs. It was so beautiful. And to compliment the bed there was a huge oak wardrobe filled with many articles of men's clothing. No doubts that this was Gallant's bedroom, perhaps?

I put down my cup of coffee on a nearby chair and looked at the bed before touching and feeling the smooth softness of the pillows, quilt and mostly the sheets. I threw back the quilt and leaned forwards onto the sheets, detecting Gallant's manly scent. It was just astounding and it caused me to be aroused. I climbed onto the bed inhaling more of Gallant from the pillows, one in particular; the one he lay his head upon.

I knelt on the bed and being aroused I put my hand up my dress and down my lace panties, feeling the moistness of my arousal. It was difficult to stop what I was doing. This was the closest I was to be, sexually to Gallant. My fingers dipped in and out of my sex whilst my thumb worked my clitty. I made my orgasm last, turning onto my back and lying down to finish myself with an amazing climax.

Very slowly I gathered my senses and realised what I had done. My raised thighs were wide apart with their stay-up stockings, one lower than the other, and my white lace panties shared a very wet patch with those silk sheets beneath my buttocks. I had cum on Gallant's bed? Or was it the bed of another male? I began to wonder if anyone in the chateau heard my cries of ecstasy? I remained on the bed calm, still and contented for a while until my wanting to use a lavatory made me move. Standing and dashing onto the corridor to open the door opposite the bedroom I found myself lucky to find a bathroom. It had a shower, sink, chair and lavatory basin, in which I used quickly.

I looked at the shower and thought I should use it. I removed my panties and washed them in the sink. Then I unzipped my dress and removed it, resting it on the nearby chair along with my lace bra and stockings, kicking off my heels. Stepping into the warm shower, it felt wonderful and refreshing and careful not to get my hair wet. When I had finished I reached for the large white towel hung behind the door and wrapped it around myself.

I ventured onto the corridor thinking that I heard a noise. But there was nobody to be seen and all was silent. In the chateau, if anyone spoke, surely their voices would echo? I returned to the bedroom still wrapped in the cozy fluffy towel whilst my body quickly dried. I looked at the stained silk sheet and thought there was nothing I could do. I smiled to myself and realised it would be my gift to Gallant. That, a patch of my scent, would be with his perhaps? I hoped it would be Gallant's bed, because he was in my thoughts whilst I masturbated to his scent, thinking about him making love to me.

I returned to the bathroom and dressed, apart from one article of my clothing, wet in the sink. I have gone commando under a dress or skirt long enough before and so it would do no harm to leave my panties, maybe another gift for Gallant?

I retrieved the empty china cup and made a dash down the stairs to the kitchen. Filling my cup once more with that tasty coffee, I thought that I should leave a message for Gallant, just to let him know I was here. In one of the cupboards I found a "things to do" pad and a pen. Finishing the coffee I wrote a simple note...[/COLOR]

:heart:SIENNA WAS HERE:heart:
[COLOR=#XX1869]And then I signed it before leaving it between the china cup and the percolator on the table...
My visit over, I took one last look at the vestibule and the baroque wall paintings characteristic of the chateau, before leaving through one of the two doors of the main entrance. It closed behind me with a certain mellow "boom"[/COLOR]
 
[COLOR=#XX1869]Visiting Gallant's chateau I look around in many empty rooms before finding the kitchen. There are many food cupboards, a refrigerator, cooker, table and chairs. In one of the cupboards I find a silver platter filled with gorgeous Scottish shortbread biscuits. I take the platter to the table, pour myself a coffee from the warm percolator into a china tea cup, pull up a chair and enjoy my little feast.

Whilst eating, I wonder how many other rooms the chateau may have that are used? I get curious and feel the need to find out. I am thankful that it is daylight and each room is lit from their large windows. I find Gallant's lounge near the kitchen and all of its gothic and baroque styles of furnishings. And there is the usual open log fire in one of the most amazingly designed fireplaces I have ever seen. Still holding the platter of shortbread in one hand and my cup of coffee in the other, I kneel beside the fire for a while, watching the natural mesmerising beauty of the flames. I think Gallant is so lucky to have such a beautiful chateau and wonder why he does not have more regular guests?

I realise that I am eating far too many of the fattening biscuits and quickly return to the kitchen to fill up my cup with coffee, leaving the near empty platter on the large wooden table. Once again my curiosity makes me want to explore further. Upstairs this time and I wonder how many bedrooms and even bathrooms the chateau may have?

I find the wide carpeted staircase leading onto a landing where the stairs split. One goes one way, the other another. I chose the one on my left, being naturally left handed. It winds up to the corridor with rooms on either side. I find one of the bedrooms with its door open and wonder if that room belonged to Gallant himself? There was a huge double bed with light blue silken sheets and burgundy pillows and quilt. The oaken headboard almost reached the ceiling with its carved gothic features of elven and nymphs. It was so beautiful. And to compliment the bed there was a huge oak wardrobe filled with many articles of men's clothing. No doubts that this was Gallant's bedroom, perhaps?

I put down my cup of coffee on a nearby chair and looked at the bed before touching and feeling the smooth softness of the pillows, quilt and mostly the sheets. I threw back the quilt and leaned forwards onto the sheets, detecting Gallant's manly scent. It was just astounding and it caused me to be aroused. I climbed onto the bed inhaling more of Gallant from the pillows, one in particular; the one he lay his head upon.

I knelt on the bed and being aroused I put my hand up my dress and down my lace panties, feeling the moistness of my arousal. It was difficult to stop what I was doing. This was the closest I was to be, sexually to Gallant. My fingers dipped in and out of my sex whilst my thumb worked my clitty. I made my orgasm last, turning onto my back and lying down to finish myself with an amazing climax.

Very slowly I gathered my senses and realised what I had done. My raised thighs were wide apart with their stay-up stockings, one lower than the other, and my white lace panties shared a very wet patch with those silk sheets beneath my buttocks. I had cum on Gallant's bed? Or was it the bed of another male? I began to wonder if anyone in the chateau heard my cries of ecstasy? I remained on the bed calm, still and contented for a while until my wanting to use a lavatory made me move. Standing and dashing onto the corridor to open the door opposite the bedroom I found myself lucky to find a bathroom. It had a shower, sink, chair and lavatory basin, in which I used quickly.

I looked at the shower and thought I should use it. I removed my panties and washed them in the sink. Then I unzipped my dress and removed it, resting it on the nearby chair along with my lace bra and stockings, kicking off my heels. Stepping into the warm shower, it felt wonderful and refreshing and careful not to get my hair wet. When I had finished I reached for the large white towel hung behind the door and wrapped it around myself.

I ventured onto the corridor thinking that I heard a noise. But there was nobody to be seen and all was silent. In the chateau, if anyone spoke, surely their voices would echo? I returned to the bedroom still wrapped in the cozy fluffy towel whilst my body quickly dried. I looked at the stained silk sheet and thought there was nothing I could do. I smiled to myself and realised it would be my gift to Gallant. That, a patch of my scent, would be with his perhaps? I hoped it would be Gallant's bed, because he was in my thoughts whilst I masturbated to his scent, thinking about him making love to me.

I returned to the bathroom and dressed, apart from one article of my clothing, wet in the sink. I have gone commando under a dress or skirt long enough before and so it would do no harm to leave my panties, maybe another gift for Gallant?

I retrieved the empty china cup and made a dash down the stairs to the kitchen. Filling my cup once more with that tasty coffee, I thought that I should leave a message for Gallant, just to let him know I was here. In one of the cupboards I found a "things to do" pad and a pen. Finishing the coffee I wrote a simple note...[/COLOR]

:heart:SIENNA WAS HERE:heart:
[COLOR=#XX1869]And then I signed it before leaving it between the china cup and the percolator on the table...
My visit over, I took one last look at the vestibule and the baroque wall paintings characteristic of the chateau, before leaving through one of the two doors of the main entrance. It closed behind me with a certain mellow "boom"[/COLOR]

Coming back into the Chateau, I don't think anything is amiss. I walk in and remove my light jacket as it was raining. Hanging it up, I loosen and remove my tie. Having had a long day, I want to sit down but have to put away groceries.

I put on my coat once more and head outside running in and out of the house bringing everything in. As I bring in the last bag, I feel content. I walk into the kitchen and begin putting things away. Setting up my kitchen again to bake when I feel able.

As I put the last of my group away I notice something is written on a pad I left out. I walk over curiousity consuming me to see what it says. Reading it I learn it says 'Sienna was here.' I grin reading her name, but am a little shocked she came in when I wasn't around. Then I remember I gave her a key and laugh to myself.

I then notice a fragrant smell and smile once more. It must be her, she was here recently. That is why, I must have missed her. I head upstairs to get ready for a shower, and notice condensation on the walls.

As I undress and fold up my clothes, I again smell her. Opening the shower to turn it on, I imagine her within the enclosure. Naked as the day she was born, soaping up her glistening form. 'Why did she feel the need to shower,' I ask myself.

Leaving the shower I dry off and head to my room. It's the biggest room in the house.The only room occupied. I am heading to get into some light clothes when I notice my bed. On it are a pair of white panties, which I pick up and smell. They smell so good, I can only assume they are Sienna's. She left me a gift, how kind. I look closer and notice a wet spot on my bed. Taking a sniff I begin to harden.

Sienna had masturbated here, in my bed. I haven't had a release all day so it won't take so long. Thinking of Sienna already excites me to no end. But knowing she was here in my bed is all the more exciting. I begin to stroke my cock imagining us together. Wondering if she too was imagining what would happen if we ended up here together.

Working myself up I soon release and some drops down onto the stain. I grin and decide that this sheet set will be a memento. I remake my bed and take the set after cleaning myself up. Folding it so I can see the stain.

I head downstairs and begin to make dinner, wishing I could share it with Sienna. I head to bed a few hours later, and wake up the next morning. Prepping the house, hoping she will come and see me. Wanting nothing more than to have her myself.
 
Setting up the Chateau, baking some goodies. Coffees hot and I'm curious if any ladies will stop by
 
The chateau is peaceful, it may be empty but it really is a lovely place. I guess I'll have to eat all these treats myself.
 
[COLOR=#XX1869]I stood on the veranda of our motel room looking across the bay at Gallant’s chateau. Rico put his arms around me, softly across my breasts in a gentle hug and I felt his long goatee tickle my shoulder. “What is so fascinating about that place?” he asked. I didn’t answer. That was only for me and another to know.

Rico was eager to settle down for some sex I had promised before the motel served lunch. He began to kiss my neck in the most sensitive spot whilst unzipping and pulling down the top of my dress. “You smell good Sie, I love that fragrance. It’s my favourite, for starters.” My eyes were still fixed on the chateau in the distance, the fresh sea breeze in my nostrils. The strong love I had felt for Rico had diminished over the past five months since we had first met. Recently, I was pretending to orgasm during our sex.

The dress dropped to the floor at my feet, leaving me in my lace thong. Rico pulled the cord that fastened it and I knew, even though he was standing behind me, he was inhaling my scent on them. “Starters smells as good as always and I’m starving. Why did you leave this trip so long?” he asked, “Why here? And what is it about that place?” He put his hand on my shoulder and looked into the distance, following my still gaze. “It’s an old castle.”

“No it’s a chateau.” I corrected him. He began to ask more questions regarding my interest, but I ignored him.

“This is fucking crazy. We come all the way here just to have sex and see an old castle? We could have stayed in my apartment like always. I’m not into any beautiful scenery girl. I’m too busy for all this... It’s the longest I’ve had my phone switched off. I am loosing thousands in deals.” He made a growl and calmed down. “Sorry hun.” I began to wonder myself why I did invite him. He was out of place with no homies around him.

I put an end to my gaze across the bay and turned around to face Rico. I knelt as I usually did and unfastened his smart suit trousers. It didn’t take long for him to harden with a little deep throating on his huge thick black cock. He said nothing as he removed the rest of his clothing, whilst I lay on the bed. “That quick?” he asked. Again, I remained silent. At one time I would have given more delicious oral. His black cock was one of the physical features that attracted me to him, months ago when we first met. He opened my thighs wide and began to give some amazing cunnilingus. I had not lost the liking for being given oral sex and to be honest, Rico was good. I did climax for him, filling his mouth with my orgasmic juices. And then came the intercourse. He was so hard when he entered me. The initial pain turned into pleasure the more he thrusted deep into me. But somehow it was not the same has it had been in past. I was feeling no orgasmic highs or lows, just feeling him inside and on the top of me bodily until his grunts and heavy breathing came to a stop. I pretended to make my usual noises, to him he had thought we had achieved cumming together.

He lay on his side beside me, one arm across my breasts. “You gonna tell me what’s in that old castle?” I turned my head to face him, looking into those deep brown eyes of his, and smiled with a whispered answer, no. “You English girls are all the same. You keep secrets locked up inside your heads. I don’t understand you at all.”

“I think it’s time for dinner, remember, your main course. Or have you already had that?” I asked, heading for the bathroom to shower. Getting in the shower I felt a dribble of his thick white cum running down my thigh. I ran my finger along the path it was making and gathered it up to taste. It was still good, even though Rico and I had gone stale in our relationship. Why did I invite him to join me? I thought.

During dinner at the motel I pondered my own situation. I had visited the chateau, and entered with the key that Gallant had sent to me. He was not there. I fantasised on what I presumed was his bed during masturbation because I was so horny and wanted him to be there for me. I could not help myself doing it and I didn’t regret it. “Why have you stopped eating girl?” Rico asked. “Your mind is everywhere. What are you dreaming about?” He had noticed I was in deep thought, smiling instead of eating the chicken satay.

The mid-August evening soon turned to dark. Looking out across the bay I could see the chateau lit-up in the lounge through those large windows. Gallant was home, alone maybe? Rico had switched his phone back on and he was trying to speak in a low voice which was near impossible. We were in the motel garden and our car was just on the car park in view from where we were. I wondered if it was possible to sneak away and drive long the short bay coast road to the chateau. I would if only I could get Rico distracted.

Rico was busy on his phone to his homies. Busy always came before socialising with the likes of me. There were annoying times when our sex was put on hold to answer an important call, usually during oral sex when he wasn't fucking the life out of me. Perhaps that is one reason that our love life was not determined to blossom. I noticed the motel land line phone number on the sign and had an idea. I reached into my purse where I had my phone, the car keys and the chateau door mortice key.

I walked away from Rico and hid behind some rose bushes, then called the motel on the land line. Out of ear-shot, I asked urgently for Rico using his surname, and few moments later a waiter appeared and asked Rico to answer the call. Being on land line surprised him. “Who the fuck?” he growled cancelling his mobile call. “Did they say who they were? Nobody knows the motel number?” he said to the waiter, following him inside. Now was my chance to run to the car and on my way, cancel the call.

I took to the quiet coast road at haste. Somehow, I didn’t care what Rico would think or do about where I was heading. I was doing something I said to myself I would not do again. There was an attraction that was stronger than magnetism, drawing me closer to the chateau and Gallant. But, I was scared too. It was a fear of the unknown of what would happen when I got there. I had been before when I was so horny to be with Gallant alone. This felt different. It was so strange. If he was there, I hoped that he would understand.

I parked the car directly alongside the steps leading up to the door. I nervously took the key from my purse, but the door opened and Gallant stood there before me. “I was expecting you.” He smiled and held out his hand.[/COLOR]
 
I had been thinking of her for so long. We had corresponded for what seemed like ages but had never truly been together. I needed her deeply, something about her drew me to her. It must be love, though I wouldn't tell her if we did meet.

One day, I wanted her more than ever and sent her a key. She got it and I wondered what she would do with it. A few weeks later I would learn.

Finding her lady cum on my bed was exhilarating I needed her more than ever. I stroked there wishing she was with me. I hoped she was still around and had not left.

I spent the day getting things ready, in hopes we'd meet. I had a sense that she was going to stop by and see me. I was going to make her mine, she and I together forever.

I was a little surprised when lights appeared before my windows. But I knew it was her. I had dressed up in my best suit and was ready to be there for her.

"I was expecting you" I said taking her hand. I pulled her close and kissed her, kissed her like I'd never kissed a woman before. I wanted her but I was hungry. I brought her in and gave her a tour of the Chateau. She smiled at me. I kissed her again.

I made a light dinner, some fish and rice, a little wine. Didn't want us to bloated. We talked of what was going on with her. She told me all about some buffoon named Rico. I just held her hand and smiled.

After dinner, we sat down for a moment just enjoying each other's company. I soon felt the urge to dance with her. We danced slowly but eventually began to tango. We kissed intermittently as we danced. I loved her.

Sienna was the most beautiful woman I had ever met and I decided to follow my heart. I knelt before her and looked up at her. "Sienna someday I want to marry you, you choose the time and place. I love you." I blushed and she smiled that glorious smile. But what would her response be?
 
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