Same Time - Next Year

[darrenfate]

MARK

No promises, no regrets. Two simple tenets that they had agreed to live with. It was amazing, really. The sum total of the entire universe of possible "rules" that governed this meeting were distilled down into a single sentence.

What came after this would be life as they had always known it. Back to their own separate lives, not to come together again until exactly one year later. Starting every May 7th, the following four nights and three days would be their time.

Mark chose the place this time. Le Rendez-Vous des Belges , rue de Dunkerque, 10th. Paris, France. He had chosen a place with the word rendevous in its name - how exquisitely ironic.

He looked at his watch. 4:47. Two whole minutes since the last time he checked. He knew she would show up promptly at five, and he realized that she knew he would be early. The minutes dragged on and on.

Then suddenly, she was there.

Closed thread for Chanaud

 

[chanaud]

Allison

She had chuckled at the address, when the instructions were given to her via a surprise international phone call. It was so like him, his humor, his surprise, his lust for life. And like many times previous, her stomach knotted while her heart fluttered like a love struck teenager at the promise of their next rendezvous. The concierge didn’t even sound surprised. He stated the instructions in his best English and hung up as if the task was part of his daily chore.

Just a block away from the actual address, Allison called out to the driver and ordered to be dropped off. She grabbed her single small bag, and walked briskly along the Siene. Her red flaming hair, her tall lithe frame, and her purposeful stride attracted many curious glances from both sexes. Some of those glances lingered and some were even were wishful. But Allison hadn’t noticed. Nor did she notice that she was walking along the most romantic riverbank on this cool spring day, nor hear the sidewalk artists selling their canvasses for just a few Euros, nor smell the young blooms of Snowdrops threatening peek out over the mossy green carpet along the café walls.

No, she hadn’t notice. There will be time for all that after she reaches HIM!

Allison knew she was in love instantly from the very moment she set eyes on him --- that one fateful day at Chicago’s largest used bookstore, Shakespeare & Co. Their hands collided first as they both reached for the same book, A Moveable Feast. Lightning struck. Then their eyes met. Allison forgotten how to breath normally or to comprehend any reasonable thought whatsoever. She was blind to everything around her, except for the images of them embraced as one, kissing passionately, and twisting under a thin bed sheet. It took them less than three hours for it to come true.

“Guess who?” She asked, huskily as she wrapped cool, thin fingers around his eyes.

 

[darrenfate]

MARK

Allison !

Mark swept her up in his arms, and they kissed, long and slow. They were oblivious to everyone around them, an elderly couple walked by; the man leaned over and whispered amour to his wife, who promptly rolled her eyes, exasperated. Mark and Allison stood there unheeding the world around them, completely lost in the moment. When they broke, a waiter came over, a knowing grin on his face. He spoke in passable English although how he knew Mark had no clue.

You two have come to the right place, Paris, City of Lights, City of romance. You make me want to hurry home to my beloved Giselle after my duties here are done. May I recommend some champagne to meet the mood?

Yes, two bottles! Mark declared.

They sat in the fading daylight, holding hands and talking excitedly about their time ahead. Mark wanted her right then, she was exquisite. But he knew if they went up to their hotel they would not emerge that night. And he had bigger plans first.

The first bottle went down very fast. The second, much slower, interupted by their constant kisses. Her eyes smouldered with passion - Mark shivered in delight. My God she was worth the wait! He paid the bill and they began to leave.

I have a surprise for you, my cherie, have you been good enough for a present?

Ooooo Mark, I don't think that good enough is the right thing to say. I can, however, be bad enough - as bad as you want me to be tonight ... Allison said, licking her lips.

TAXI ! Mark shouted.

What happened to my present, Mark? Or did you get distracted by something else? She grinned wickedly as a taxi wheeled up.

rue Fontaine, driver. The Red Light district. Mark said.

That's not the way to our hotel !

No my dear, we are going to the Bus Palladium nightclub. Its on the same property that Josephine Baker once ran her famous place for 50 years.

Allison, we are going dancing!

 

[chanaud]

Allison

Truth be known, Allison really wanted to grab Mark’s hand, drag him to their reserved room, slam the door shut behind him, and then pull down his pants, so she can take him in her mouth, something she’s wanted to do since their last meeting.

But she was easily distracted by the thought of Mark remembering how much she’s revered Josephine Baker and Paris. So she agreed wholeheartedly. After all, the build up towards their marathon sex was going to be fantastic.

Together they sat in the backseat of the cab, kissing and touching. The cab driver, a thin gray fellow way past his prime always had a distaste for public affection, especially by Americans. But this time he found himself wishing hadn’t passed all the love offered to him. When the cab came to a screeching halt, he hadn’t even had the heart to double the fare, his normal practice for Americans.

The Red Light District was already hopping. Curious tourists clutching their cameras were milling about. Large crowds of businessmen in suits were peeking in every window, trying to decide on the flavor they wanted to invest in.
A group of Arabs in their long, white robes were talking rapidly in their native tongue. And then there were Allison and Mark, holding hands, and grinning like little school kids while taking in the whole delightful scene.

The Bus Palladium was thumping with techno music. They paid the necessary cover charge, and walked in holding hands. Immediately after sitting, a Nordic waitress walked up with a pad. Her long, slender fingers played with Mark’s arm sleeve while he ordered two Martini’s. Allison should have been jealous. Instead she grinned broadly and watched in amusement while Mark blushed under the Nordic’s icy glaze.

When she left, Allison cupped his face and kissed him passionately. Upon release, Allison chuckled and rose from the table..

“Come on. You promised to take me dancing.”

 

[darrenfate]

MARK

Allison was more vivacious than ever and he fell in love with her all over again the instant he saw her. Their kisses made him yearn for more, and he shivered in anticipation at the pleasures this night still had in store. The air was heavy, it was unduly warm here in Paris this night.

The Nordic server embarassed him, not by her presence so much but by her petulance when Mark ignored her. Clearly this woman was not used to being cast aside. Her dominant feature - heavily augmented breasts - screamed and received most men's rapt attention. He had Allison.

“Come on. You promised to take me dancing.”

He rose and led her laughing onto the huge dancefloor. They danced to a sharp Brazilian beat, throbbing and fast. The music poured over them in waves Mark could feel the beat of the drums pounding in his chest. They were alive! It didn't matter about style or grace - they only had eyes for each other. One song led to another then another.Their bodies soon glistened with sweat, and it just didn't matter.

Mark leaned forward, and licked between her breasts, mashing his face against her chest. He rubbed his face over both her breasts, teasing her and making her large nipples erect begging for his mouth. Allison was so sexy like this, it reminded him of that first night in Chicago when they had made love for hours.

Gasping for air, Mark finally surfaced almost yielding to the tremendous temptation to take one of her thinly covered nipples in his teeth.

On and on they danced, until Mark finally said ...

No Mas! No Mas!
Time for more drinks!

Allsion laughed as he led her back to their table. She was insatiable, she could have kept dancing for hours. Mark had other ideas on how to put all that energy of hers to much better use.

Allison. My Allison.

A toast my dear. To us. These nights that we are together make the rest of the year fade into grey memory. We are alive, in love and in Paris. Let's have a no holds barred great time!

Allison laughed then said ...

Was that a "no holes barred great time? Because if that's the case I'm in for that! Or rather, you are in for that!

Mark shivered in anticipation. He felt himself getting hard from her words. How did she manage to do this to him so easily?

There's only one response I can say to that -

TAXI !!!!

 

[chanaud]

Allison

Mark barely got the address out before Allison kissed him, hard and demanding. Her body was over him, crushing him back against the seat. She had exactly where she wanted him. Immobile and submissive to do whatever she pleases. And she was ready to please.

They held each other tightly, Mark’s hands pressing her back to his chest enjoying her full weight against him. Somehow Allison’s hand found its way to his zipper, and before he knew it Mark heard the most erotic sound known to mankind…

Zzzziiiiiippppppp

“What are you doing?” He asked as he came up for air. The city lights whirling before him providing flash scenes of Allison’s lust filled face.

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a very long time.” She whispered as her body slipped down the floor of the cab. Long slender fingers gripped his cock and stroked it slow and sensuously. He found himself groaning before he could get the words out.

“No…we can’t do this. Not now, not here. Oh fucckkkkk.”

It was too late. His cock was at full length and hard as steel and safely cocooned in Allison’s warm mouth.

She moaned instantly at the first taste of his precum. This was exactly how she remembered, how she’s imagined the past year. Savoring his taste, his inner essence, her lips kissed and sucked at his bulbous head with such fervor. Then hungry for more, her mouth descended down taking him in.

Mark gasped and moaned loudly. His fingers gripped a handful of hair while his hips thrust upwards. Her throat closed around his head, while she gagged. Then to his surprise, something wondrous happened. Allison’s throat opened, and his cock slipped in…

 

[darrenfate]

MARK

Mark lost all control he felt himself giving into her completely body and soul. As his cock disappeared down her throat he knew that he would never, ever live so much in the moment as he was just then.

Mark had been sucked before, and some of the women had been awfully good at it. But he never imagined in his wildest dreams what it was like to slip deep down a woman's throat. His cock was pressed, surrounded and alive. Unable to hold back - hell he was even unable to speak - Mark came in great spurts and he was sure he was cumming directly in her stomach.

Still she held there, his cock fully embedded in her, her nose flush against his pubic hair. She kept sucking, gentler now but still insistent, still demanding. This was going to be a night to remember.

The taxi lurched to a halt, and only then did she allow Mark out of her throat. He emerged with a loud "pop", and he threw a fistful of euros at the hack not daring to look the smirking driver in the eye. Allison was laughing at him, obviously enjoying his squirming.

Grabbing her hand, he literally ran them inside the old world hotel. He started undressing her in the elevator - he dropped his hand between her legs and pushed aside her soaking wet thong so that he could bury his fingers inside her.

On the 14th floor an elderly couple looked on aghast as the elevator doors opened revealing them both locked in an embrace her leg high on the wall and his hand on her barely hidden wet pussy. With peels of laughter ringing out as they raced down the hall, they disturbed literally everyone in that wing. No matter.

Allison was finally his. He flung her to the bed, and she hit face first, her black dress riding up high. Mark leaped on her pinning her down.

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear ...

My turn


Then he grabbed her hips, pulling Allison up onto all fours. She was literally dripping. Long lines of hot, wet sticky fluid were beginning to seep down her thighs.

Spreading her ass cheeks wide apart, he plunged his face forward onto her sopping pussy.

He was determined to turn that little stream of her juices into a raging river ....