Family Secrets: Part 17 Strangers In The Night
PART 17: Strangers In The Night
Antonio was an Italian businessman on a trip to Brussels staying at the Rocco Forte Hotel Amigo. After his first day filled with several meetings that were promising, he took a shower and dressed casually and went down into the main lobby. Sitting in one of the chairs, looking inconspicuous, he began checking his phone for a local pub to wet his appetite and also reading messages from his family, breaking news in the tech industry, and viewing the local dating app. Antonio was a man full of passion, as most Italians are, wink, wink.
Several minutes later, he noticed a lovely mature woman wearing a scandalous (well, to him and his unbridled imagination) cocktail dress walk by and stop at the concierge desk.
A few minutes later, he heard her say, “Merci beaucoup” in a deep throaty voice that only further triggered his interest (and kickstarted his libido. Which is actually an inaccurate description, since most male Italians never turn off their libido. Meow Meow)
And when she left the hotel, he followed.
She walked with a purpose, her high heels clicking on the pavement, and she seemed in a hurry. Then he thought, well it is March in Belgium and therefore she must be cold in that dress and probably walking fast to stay warm. He smiled as he kept paced.
And smiled again as she abruptly turned a corner after two blocks and entered a small establishment. The sign above the entrance read: La Pharmacie Anglaise.
Yes, another smile for Antonio. He waited a minute then entered. Hmm, where could she have gone? He began to weave through the narrow, dimly lit corridors trying not to stop and stare at the various couples in quiet conversations.
He was about to give up and take the nearest empty booth when he came to the lounge.
His dark eyes scanned the area and stopped at a far table. The waiter was talking to the customer and he could only see a shapely leg and sexy strappy heels.
Deve essere lei! (It must be her! Antonio thought to himself.)
He went over to the bar and quickly ordered a simple gin and tonic and found a vacant table nearby and sat down facing hers.
As expected, she was still discussing with her waiter what to order and didn’t see him sitting down. Women can have such specific tastes, he thought. Or maybe she was practicing her French. Or maybe she kept changing her mind.
Or maybe I should stop having sexist thoughts, Antonio chuckled, enjoying his mixed drink.
When the waiter was finally dismissed, her eyes met his. She lingered just enough to register that he caught her attention. And did her lips curve ever so slightly upward?
As she waited for her order, (hmm, what kind of drink would she have selected?) Antonio used his sly and dubious manner to observe her more carefully. He always liked to guess someone’s age and this woman most likely had ch.il.dr.en, but how old were they? She had long and wavy raven hair that shone almost purple under certain light. Lustrous was the word that invaded his mind. As well as… vibrant.
She began to smile whenever she looked up from her phone and in his direction. And her smile showed no signs of lines or wrinkles. Even her forehead was smooth and her eyes… Her eyes were that color of… sapphires. Irresistible.
He was so totally perplexed in speculating her age that his gaze remained on her as his mind wondered, lost in thought…
The woman seeing a stranger focus his attention completely on her, didn’t find this unnerving. She was actually fascinated by his attention.
And…
In the blink of an (sapphire) eye…
“Puis-je vous rejoindre?”
And another blink of an (dark) eye (or rather eyes…)
“Oui madame,” Antonio quickly replies getting up and offering her the empty chair.
She thanks him and waits till he sits back down, “S’il vous plait, mademoiselle.”
“Ah, tu n’es pas marie?”
The woman frowns at her phone and then turns it toward the accommodating gentleman.
He looks at her screen, then laughs out loud.
With his native accent, he speaks very good English, “You will not believe this. Using a verbal translator,” he laughs, “I work for an IT firm that sells those apps! This is a…”
“Coincidence,” she completes his sentence with a smile.
He reaches across the small table, “I’m Antonio.”
She offers her hand, warm and supple, manicured nails, lovely blue (sapphire) nail polish.
“I’m Evelyn.”
The waiter (locating her at this table) sets her drink down without any hesitation and asks, in French, if she would like anything else.
Evelyn does hesitate and Antonio smoothly replies, thanking the waiter for his service.
When she attempts to lift her glass, he swiftly reaches out and holds her wrist, “Let’s toast,” he requests and adds, “To Frank Sinatra!”
Now Evelyn looks bemused, “Frank Sinatra?” her glass almost to her lips. Almost.
Antonio stops himself from drinking his to answer, “Yes, he sa.ng ‘Stranger’s in the Night,’” with aplomb.
Evelyn takes in his mysterious dark eyes and comfortable smile and laughs, “To Frank Sinatra!”
They each complete the salutation with a good sip and feel the alcohol briefly burn their throats as it settles down in their stomachs.
“What do you do for your… IT firm?”
“Ah, yes, I travel around Europe selling software to our clients.”
“Do you sell any…” Evelyn wonders if her next word would be too forthright but another sip of her drink convinces her to take a chance, “hardware?” as she seductively licks her wet lips.
Antonio doesn’t miss the double entendre or the sexual implications of the simple (yet erotic) movement of her tongue over her lips, “Are all American women so candid as you are, Evelyn?”
They each watch the other take another sip of their cocktails.
This gives Evelyn a moment to consider her response, “We are, but most have been programed by society’s norms and practices. What is expected of a woman? To be quiet, obedient, respectful…”
“Fear,” Antonio interrupts, nodding his head in agreement.
“Yes, that is what lies beneath our surface. And the consequences if we act outside the inflexible framework that is socially enforced.”
“I wish more women had the… courage and spirit you show.”
Evelyn laughs, “Or the audacity that comes with maturity.”
“Speaking of… I have a… unique talent for guessing the age of someone. However, you have me… what’s the expression?”
“Stumped,” Evelyn smiles, blinking her long eyelashes to maybe confuse him some more.
Which it does.
“I understand a man never asks a woman her age, so I will offer my guess, and you do not have to confirm.”
Evelyn slowly moves her hand across the tablecloth till it rests over his wrist.
“I think you have enough rope to hang yourself,” they both softly laugh, “and as your counselor, I advise you to cease and desist.”
Antonio enjoys this verbal exchange and doesn’t want to upset this beautiful American.
“You actually sound like an… Avocats!”
Evelyn looks down at her translator app on her phone screen which shows the word “lawyer” and smiles.
“I am!” and they both laugh, “I’m legal council for a number of clients. Corporate law… keeping big business big!”
Another moment of shared laughter as they squeeze each other’s hand before lifting their crystal tumblers for another sip.
“I will take your advice counselor and forgo the age question, but I propose another guessing game.”
“Antonio, you’re full of surprises, and I love surprises,” slowly blinking her long eyelashes and turning her head to expose her neck as her fingers tease her shiny raven hair.
“You shall try to guess what I am drinking, and I will do the same.”
“You will guess what you are drinking?” Evelyn jokes.
“No,” and they both laugh while sipping more of their cocktails, “you’re a silly girl. Are you a bit drunk?”
“I am,” Evelyn confesses and feels a heat rush flow over her skin and show on her cheeks.
“Lady’s first. Evelyn, my esteemed counselor, what am I drinking?”
Evelyn studies this handsome devil across from her as she dips a finger into her crystal tumbler and brings it to her closed lips, waiting till the droplet forms and makes contact before her mouth opens and sucks on it.
“Hmm, and what is the reward for a correct answer?”
Antonio sips his drink as he prepares his answer, “You may ask a favor of me.”
“Umm, a favor? Here, or… back at our hotel?”
Short Pause
“That is up to you, my lady.”
“May I smell your drink?”
Antonio nods and holds his drink up over the middle of the table.
Evelyn leans over and tilts her head down aiming her small pointy nose over the effervescent drink, then quickly closes her hand around his and (suddenly) tips it into her open mouth and swallows.
“Gin and tonic!” she meows with assurance.
“Ah, sacré bleu!”
“You’re turn!” Evelyn quickly counters with a sly (cat-like) smile, holding her righthand against her mouth to suppress her laughter.
Antonio is smitten with this lady, this counselor, acting so boldly and wearing such a charming (seductive?) evening dress.
“Please, mademoiselle, lower your hand.”
“Why?” Evelyn still feeling her laughter bubbling up like his drink.
“That I may see your beautiful lips.”
Evelyn lowers her hand, placing it on the table, their eyes meet, and remain, unblinking. Then she lowers her gaze to her crystal tumbler which is almost empty and back up to his polite and friendly face.
Now he studies her drink, brings a finger to his lips and purses them a few times, thinking… thinking…
“Negroni!” he finally exclaims.
“Please, be more specific, Antonio,” Evelyn rapidly reacts without missing a beat.
Another pause.
“Dutch negroni which uses a dry gin,” he snaps his fingers thinking he guessed it.
“Wrong! I am drinking a Boulevardier,” and Evelyn finishes her cocktail with a flourish and calmly sets the empty tumbler on the table.
“Would you like another?”
“Yes, please, as long as it doesn’t count as the favor I won.”
“Ah, non, it does not,” and Antonio raises his hand to get the waiter’s attention.
“You’re such a good sport, Antonio, letting me cheat to win.”
“Ah, non, you did not cheat, you just… used your skills like the clever counselor you are.”
“How do you know I am… clever and skillful at my job?”
“I know. You don’t have to tell me, Evelyn, you have that look of… confidence.”
“Um, I think you were about to say something else. More of a physical trait than a personality trait.”
Before Antonio could defend his position, the waiter arrived.
“Ah, yes, the mademoiselle would like another Boulevardier,” he spoke in French. “And could you tell me, what goes in a Boulevardier?”
“Yes, monsieur, bourbon, sweet vermouth and Campari,” the waiter answered in French.
“Not gin?”
“No, monsieur, that is a Dutch negroni,” the waiter smiled and left.
Evelyn was trying to follow along with the translator app on her phone but her expression looked confused.
“Were you trying to ask the waiter if your guess was correct?” she laughed.
“Ah, non!!” Antonio laughed.
They continued building on this random (relatively speaking, meow) encounter. Each giving compliments, praise, inserting jokes (from tame to ribald), and ordering another round. (And maybe another?)
Evelyn felt comfortable to talk about her family and how she misses her ch.il.dr.en having been in Brussels since before the Christmas holiday.
Antonio flashed his gold band (it was actually the first thing Evenly noticed when she sat at his table) and was thankful that his business trips were much shorter, a few days maybe a week.
From one corner of the lounge, a female voice was heard talking into a microphone and then she began to play. The piano. Jazz piano.
“Um, she sounds good. Who is she?”
“I heard her say Charlotte Reinhardt and she’s is playing selections from her Colors album.”
The songs were contemplative, slow melodies, making the two strangers in the night listen as their thoughts drifted up and away. And their drinks soon followed.
Charlotte thanked the audience and exited.
“I need to use the ladies’ room. Would you walk me back to my… our hotel?”
“It would be my pleasure,” Antonio smiled.
And he too took the opportunity to use the li.tt.le b.o.y’s room and wait for her.
Outside in the cold night, Evelyn put her arm through his and rested her head against his shoulder as they walked in silence back to the Rocco Forte Hotel Amigo.
The shiny, brass doors of the elevator reflected the (romantic) couple in arms as a soft ding announced its arrival.
They walk in. The doors close.
Antonio turns to ask Evelyn what floor she is on.
Evelyn tilts her face upward and her hands move over his back.
Antonio leans into her, accepting her offer, his hands move over her back.
The elevator patiently waits. And. Waits.
Then…
“I have a favor to ask,” Evelyn requests, tasting the lemon twist from his drink on her lips.
“You only get one favor, so use it wisely,” Antonio replies, tasting the orange twist from her drink on his lips.
They both share a laugh.
“Take me to your room.”
And he presses the number 5.
The elevator softly dings. The brass doors silently glide open.
They walk down the hall to his room. And. Inside.
They finish their kiss. And start another. She lifts one foot and reaches down to slip off her strappy heel and lifts her other foot to complete the task while kissing his firm lips. And he does the same with his shoes and then removes his jacket.
Continuing their passionate kiss, Evelyn unbuttons his dress shirt and presses a hand into his hairy chest. Then she kisses his sweat before her hands wildly untuck his shirt from his pants and then she finishes unbuttoning it.
Antonio feels her warm mouth press against his skin. Her lips, tainted with orange twist, leave a wet circle around his navel.
She pauses to study his belt. His dress pants. His bulge.
He wonders if she will politely ask. Ah, no! Tonight, she is a leopard following the rules of Nature. Hunt. And. Attack.
The familiar jingle of his metal belt buckle is followed by a fast unzipping and the leopard has stripped him naked.
The feline eyes her prize and licks her lips before curling her sapphire claws around his rigid manhood.
And then…
And then Antonio leans against the wall in the hallway. Yes, the romantic couple couldn’t wait to enter the suite. Their passion consumed any reason or logic that may have interfered.
And then…
And then Antonio closed his eyes and held his breath.
And then…
And then Antonio opened his eyes and took a deep breath. And. Another.
The feline was exceptionally quiet while she enjoyed sucking his manhood.
He ventured a glance downward. Her shiny raven hair, purple under the hallway’s harsh light, moved in the customary fashion of giving fellatio.
And then…
Antonio closed his eyes and imagined his body falling over a precipice. He was about to…
Finding his voice, he whispered, “Evelyn…”
She looked up with his cock in her mouth.
“Stand up and kiss me,” he softly urged.
Evelyn silently rose like the leopard of the night. A wicked smile on her lips.
They kissed as Antonio tried to unzip her dress. She laughed and turned around, lifting her dark long tresses. Now his fingers completed the task and the (scandalous) evening dress dropped to the floor.
She lifted her legs to step out of the puddle and her bare feet walked further into his suite. He followed. Her shapely legs. Her (not too) wide hips. Her long arms. Swinging. Like. A. Metronome. Her (sexy) ass. Covered. By. A. Blue. Silk. Bikini. And her back. Bare.
Upon reaching her destination, the sleek leopard leapt onto the large bed. She looked back and growled, “What are you waiting for?”
In his unbuttoned dress shirt, Antonio walked to the edge of the bed and then his fingers curled around her narrow lace embroidered waistband, and in a flash her bare ass was exposed. She lifted a leg and then the other as he removed her blue bikini.
“You smell magnifique!”
“I taste even better.”
Antonio tossed the silk panties on the bed and licked his index finger. Then he pressed it against her slit. Her pussy was wet and ready. He sucked his finger.
“Um, I must concur, counselor, you taste like sweet amber honey found only in those hidden valleys of the Ardennes.”
“This is all on record, an unequivocal fact. Your Honor, please proceed.”
Antonio was fully enjoying this courtroom role playing and decided to proceed with his own agenda knowing Evelyn would fully appreciate his restraint.
“Acting on behalf of the Belgium magistrate, I must determine, without a shred of doubt, that this particular valley of the Ardennes is ready for… cultivation.”
“Your Honor, I have submitted the environmental impact studies and included the required annual almanac which shows my pussy, er, this verdant hidden valley exhibits high levels of rainfall. To put it bluntly, it is wet and ready, as you fully are aware of… your Honor!”
“Counselor, please refrain from raising your voice or educating me on the facts of the case, or I will hold you in contempt of court,” and he finished his statement with an insertion.
“Ohhh! You see, I am, ah, the valley is fully wet and, ah, ready… your Honor.”
Evelyn was truly enjoying this exchange. It was making her reach new heights in her valley. (Is that a paradox?)
Antonio didn’t have to move his finger, Evelyn was pushing her ass back onto it and then forward, just a little to keep it inside, and then back again. In rapid succession.
“And have you filed the proper easement, counselor?”
Evelyn remained in motion as she quickly replied, “Easement? Your Honor, I would not have to file an easement to access my… valley.”
Antonio not familiar with all the legal lingo had to respond as a magistrate would, “Sorry, counselor, my eyes were distracted with the two hills surrounding your valley. For the record, I, acting on behalf of the court and the magistrate of Belgium have declared eminent domain of said valley. It is now of utmost importance that a thorough inspection of your self-proclaimed verdant valley, <i>commence</i>!”
And on her next push back, her valley was penetrated by his nice hard cock.
“Ohhh!!!” Evelyn gasped at the new sensation causing her to freeze.
Antonio gladly proceeded to move his hips, resting his hands on the top of her round hills, and watching his member plow the hidden valley of the Ardennes.
Their banter continued giving both participants an unheralded experience neither will soon forget.
Several minutes passed (seven, to be exact) before Antonio rolled up his sleeves and placed his left foot up on the bed. For better leverage, meow.
Then he grabbed her hips and proceeded to initiate a deeper examination of her verdant valley. Now their banter was interrupted each time his thighs slapped against her buttocks.
As mentioned earlier, this hidden valley in the Ardennes was surrounded by two beautiful hills. But it also had two prominent peaks that overlooked the valley. They were rather large (like a mountain) and round (not possessing the typical pointy top formation) and soft (unlike a mountain).
And they each swung like synchronized pendulums from the constant examination of the magistrate of the court of Belgium.
Antonio noticed their movement and commented, “You have beautiful breasts, Evelyn.”
She reached up to stop the swinging of her left breast, pushing it up against her chest, “Ugh, they sag!”
“Ah, non! They roll and laugh with your pleasure.”
Evelyn released her left breast and let it re-synchronize with her right one, gasping with each thrust into her valley.
After 7 more minutes (and add another 4, meow) Antonio lowered his leg and withdrew his member. Evelyn turned over and laid back on his bed, putting her head on the pillow.
Her cat eyes studied her prey. Her sapphire claws cupped her dark furry mound. Her fingertips moved over her (very wet) valley. She needed more.
“Does your Honor need a Viagra?” she teased.
“Ah, non! I just need to catch my breath!” Antonio responds with a laugh.
“What name does your wife call you in bed?”
“Tony.”
“Fuck me, Tony,” she purrs.
And Tony moves between her spread legs. She uses both hands, first the right, then the left, letting his member slip through her fingers, as she pulls in a rapid fashion, till she reinvigorates his manhood.
Then she bends her knees up in the air and he places his hands on them. Her right hand guides his renewed erection inside her wet pussy.
“Call me your wife’s name.”
“Isabella, you’re so wet tonight.”
“Yes. I’ve been wanting your cock since I arrived at the hotel. You were not in your room, so I went out looking for you.”
“Yes, I saw you walking down the boulevard in that scandalous evening dress.”
“And you followed me?”
“Yes!” Tony emphasizes his answer with a deep thrust.
“Why didn’t you call my name?”
“I wanted to watch you from a distance,” another deep thrust, “and see if you were meeting a stranger,” another deep thrust.
“Would you let me, ahh, your loving wife, ahh, fuck a… ahh, stranger?” Evelyn responding to each deep thrust with a beautiful, throaty gasp.
“Yes!” Tony expels a hard breath trying to follow her lead and hoping to last to see where it will end.
“Then you must know, my dear husband, that I let the stranger take me back to his suite.”
“And what did you do?”
“I was… ahh, a huntress. I was… ahh, a leopard. I was… ahh, ahh, ahh hungry… ahh, ahh, ahh, for his, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhhh, cock!!!”
Tony drilled this beautiful, sexy, mature counselor on his large bed.
“What do you want, Isabella?”
“You should know your wife. Ahh, ahh, ahh. Fuck me like it was our first time. Ahh, ahh, ahh...”
Tony closed his eyes seeing his wife. Seeing her before they married. Seeing her the first time the made love. Hot. Impassioned. Love.
And. It. Was. Messy. And. Exciting. And. Unforgettable.
Evelyn purrs with a loud orgasm opening Antonio’s eyes.
“Don’t hold back… give it to me…” she whispered.
Antonio gently squeezed her large breasts and lowered his full weight on to her.
Then…
She felt his seed fertilize her valley.
A few seconds later, after he was finished, he rolled over, and she rolled up on her side to face him, resting a hand on his hairy, sweaty, chest. Then she moved closer to touch his body, feel his warmth, kissing his arm, and snuggle.
Reaching over his body, she turned the knob on the bed lamp and the room went dark.
They closed their eyes.
And listened. To. Their. Breathing.
And the cold night wind running everywhere.
And nowhere.
Strangers in the night.
Antonio was an Italian businessman on a trip to Brussels staying at the Rocco Forte Hotel Amigo. After his first day filled with several meetings that were promising, he took a shower and dressed casually and went down into the main lobby. Sitting in one of the chairs, looking inconspicuous, he began checking his phone for a local pub to wet his appetite and also reading messages from his family, breaking news in the tech industry, and viewing the local dating app. Antonio was a man full of passion, as most Italians are, wink, wink.
Several minutes later, he noticed a lovely mature woman wearing a scandalous (well, to him and his unbridled imagination) cocktail dress walk by and stop at the concierge desk.
A few minutes later, he heard her say, “Merci beaucoup” in a deep throaty voice that only further triggered his interest (and kickstarted his libido. Which is actually an inaccurate description, since most male Italians never turn off their libido. Meow Meow)
And when she left the hotel, he followed.
She walked with a purpose, her high heels clicking on the pavement, and she seemed in a hurry. Then he thought, well it is March in Belgium and therefore she must be cold in that dress and probably walking fast to stay warm. He smiled as he kept paced.
And smiled again as she abruptly turned a corner after two blocks and entered a small establishment. The sign above the entrance read: La Pharmacie Anglaise.
Yes, another smile for Antonio. He waited a minute then entered. Hmm, where could she have gone? He began to weave through the narrow, dimly lit corridors trying not to stop and stare at the various couples in quiet conversations.
He was about to give up and take the nearest empty booth when he came to the lounge.
His dark eyes scanned the area and stopped at a far table. The waiter was talking to the customer and he could only see a shapely leg and sexy strappy heels.
Deve essere lei! (It must be her! Antonio thought to himself.)
He went over to the bar and quickly ordered a simple gin and tonic and found a vacant table nearby and sat down facing hers.
As expected, she was still discussing with her waiter what to order and didn’t see him sitting down. Women can have such specific tastes, he thought. Or maybe she was practicing her French. Or maybe she kept changing her mind.
Or maybe I should stop having sexist thoughts, Antonio chuckled, enjoying his mixed drink.
When the waiter was finally dismissed, her eyes met his. She lingered just enough to register that he caught her attention. And did her lips curve ever so slightly upward?
As she waited for her order, (hmm, what kind of drink would she have selected?) Antonio used his sly and dubious manner to observe her more carefully. He always liked to guess someone’s age and this woman most likely had ch.il.dr.en, but how old were they? She had long and wavy raven hair that shone almost purple under certain light. Lustrous was the word that invaded his mind. As well as… vibrant.
She began to smile whenever she looked up from her phone and in his direction. And her smile showed no signs of lines or wrinkles. Even her forehead was smooth and her eyes… Her eyes were that color of… sapphires. Irresistible.
He was so totally perplexed in speculating her age that his gaze remained on her as his mind wondered, lost in thought…
The woman seeing a stranger focus his attention completely on her, didn’t find this unnerving. She was actually fascinated by his attention.
And…
In the blink of an (sapphire) eye…
“Puis-je vous rejoindre?”
And another blink of an (dark) eye (or rather eyes…)
“Oui madame,” Antonio quickly replies getting up and offering her the empty chair.
She thanks him and waits till he sits back down, “S’il vous plait, mademoiselle.”
“Ah, tu n’es pas marie?”
The woman frowns at her phone and then turns it toward the accommodating gentleman.
He looks at her screen, then laughs out loud.
With his native accent, he speaks very good English, “You will not believe this. Using a verbal translator,” he laughs, “I work for an IT firm that sells those apps! This is a…”
“Coincidence,” she completes his sentence with a smile.
He reaches across the small table, “I’m Antonio.”
She offers her hand, warm and supple, manicured nails, lovely blue (sapphire) nail polish.
“I’m Evelyn.”
The waiter (locating her at this table) sets her drink down without any hesitation and asks, in French, if she would like anything else.
Evelyn does hesitate and Antonio smoothly replies, thanking the waiter for his service.
When she attempts to lift her glass, he swiftly reaches out and holds her wrist, “Let’s toast,” he requests and adds, “To Frank Sinatra!”
Now Evelyn looks bemused, “Frank Sinatra?” her glass almost to her lips. Almost.
Antonio stops himself from drinking his to answer, “Yes, he sa.ng ‘Stranger’s in the Night,’” with aplomb.
Evelyn takes in his mysterious dark eyes and comfortable smile and laughs, “To Frank Sinatra!”
They each complete the salutation with a good sip and feel the alcohol briefly burn their throats as it settles down in their stomachs.
“What do you do for your… IT firm?”
“Ah, yes, I travel around Europe selling software to our clients.”
“Do you sell any…” Evelyn wonders if her next word would be too forthright but another sip of her drink convinces her to take a chance, “hardware?” as she seductively licks her wet lips.
Antonio doesn’t miss the double entendre or the sexual implications of the simple (yet erotic) movement of her tongue over her lips, “Are all American women so candid as you are, Evelyn?”
They each watch the other take another sip of their cocktails.
This gives Evelyn a moment to consider her response, “We are, but most have been programed by society’s norms and practices. What is expected of a woman? To be quiet, obedient, respectful…”
“Fear,” Antonio interrupts, nodding his head in agreement.
“Yes, that is what lies beneath our surface. And the consequences if we act outside the inflexible framework that is socially enforced.”
“I wish more women had the… courage and spirit you show.”
Evelyn laughs, “Or the audacity that comes with maturity.”
“Speaking of… I have a… unique talent for guessing the age of someone. However, you have me… what’s the expression?”
“Stumped,” Evelyn smiles, blinking her long eyelashes to maybe confuse him some more.
Which it does.
“I understand a man never asks a woman her age, so I will offer my guess, and you do not have to confirm.”
Evelyn slowly moves her hand across the tablecloth till it rests over his wrist.
“I think you have enough rope to hang yourself,” they both softly laugh, “and as your counselor, I advise you to cease and desist.”
Antonio enjoys this verbal exchange and doesn’t want to upset this beautiful American.
“You actually sound like an… Avocats!”
Evelyn looks down at her translator app on her phone screen which shows the word “lawyer” and smiles.
“I am!” and they both laugh, “I’m legal council for a number of clients. Corporate law… keeping big business big!”
Another moment of shared laughter as they squeeze each other’s hand before lifting their crystal tumblers for another sip.
“I will take your advice counselor and forgo the age question, but I propose another guessing game.”
“Antonio, you’re full of surprises, and I love surprises,” slowly blinking her long eyelashes and turning her head to expose her neck as her fingers tease her shiny raven hair.
“You shall try to guess what I am drinking, and I will do the same.”
“You will guess what you are drinking?” Evelyn jokes.
“No,” and they both laugh while sipping more of their cocktails, “you’re a silly girl. Are you a bit drunk?”
“I am,” Evelyn confesses and feels a heat rush flow over her skin and show on her cheeks.
“Lady’s first. Evelyn, my esteemed counselor, what am I drinking?”
Evelyn studies this handsome devil across from her as she dips a finger into her crystal tumbler and brings it to her closed lips, waiting till the droplet forms and makes contact before her mouth opens and sucks on it.
“Hmm, and what is the reward for a correct answer?”
Antonio sips his drink as he prepares his answer, “You may ask a favor of me.”
“Umm, a favor? Here, or… back at our hotel?”
Short Pause
“That is up to you, my lady.”
“May I smell your drink?”
Antonio nods and holds his drink up over the middle of the table.
Evelyn leans over and tilts her head down aiming her small pointy nose over the effervescent drink, then quickly closes her hand around his and (suddenly) tips it into her open mouth and swallows.
“Gin and tonic!” she meows with assurance.
“Ah, sacré bleu!”
“You’re turn!” Evelyn quickly counters with a sly (cat-like) smile, holding her righthand against her mouth to suppress her laughter.
Antonio is smitten with this lady, this counselor, acting so boldly and wearing such a charming (seductive?) evening dress.
“Please, mademoiselle, lower your hand.”
“Why?” Evelyn still feeling her laughter bubbling up like his drink.
“That I may see your beautiful lips.”
Evelyn lowers her hand, placing it on the table, their eyes meet, and remain, unblinking. Then she lowers her gaze to her crystal tumbler which is almost empty and back up to his polite and friendly face.
Now he studies her drink, brings a finger to his lips and purses them a few times, thinking… thinking…
“Negroni!” he finally exclaims.
“Please, be more specific, Antonio,” Evelyn rapidly reacts without missing a beat.
Another pause.
“Dutch negroni which uses a dry gin,” he snaps his fingers thinking he guessed it.
“Wrong! I am drinking a Boulevardier,” and Evelyn finishes her cocktail with a flourish and calmly sets the empty tumbler on the table.
“Would you like another?”
“Yes, please, as long as it doesn’t count as the favor I won.”
“Ah, non, it does not,” and Antonio raises his hand to get the waiter’s attention.
“You’re such a good sport, Antonio, letting me cheat to win.”
“Ah, non, you did not cheat, you just… used your skills like the clever counselor you are.”
“How do you know I am… clever and skillful at my job?”
“I know. You don’t have to tell me, Evelyn, you have that look of… confidence.”
“Um, I think you were about to say something else. More of a physical trait than a personality trait.”
Before Antonio could defend his position, the waiter arrived.
“Ah, yes, the mademoiselle would like another Boulevardier,” he spoke in French. “And could you tell me, what goes in a Boulevardier?”
“Yes, monsieur, bourbon, sweet vermouth and Campari,” the waiter answered in French.
“Not gin?”
“No, monsieur, that is a Dutch negroni,” the waiter smiled and left.
Evelyn was trying to follow along with the translator app on her phone but her expression looked confused.
“Were you trying to ask the waiter if your guess was correct?” she laughed.
“Ah, non!!” Antonio laughed.
They continued building on this random (relatively speaking, meow) encounter. Each giving compliments, praise, inserting jokes (from tame to ribald), and ordering another round. (And maybe another?)
Evelyn felt comfortable to talk about her family and how she misses her ch.il.dr.en having been in Brussels since before the Christmas holiday.
Antonio flashed his gold band (it was actually the first thing Evenly noticed when she sat at his table) and was thankful that his business trips were much shorter, a few days maybe a week.
From one corner of the lounge, a female voice was heard talking into a microphone and then she began to play. The piano. Jazz piano.
“Um, she sounds good. Who is she?”
“I heard her say Charlotte Reinhardt and she’s is playing selections from her Colors album.”
The songs were contemplative, slow melodies, making the two strangers in the night listen as their thoughts drifted up and away. And their drinks soon followed.
Charlotte thanked the audience and exited.
“I need to use the ladies’ room. Would you walk me back to my… our hotel?”
“It would be my pleasure,” Antonio smiled.
And he too took the opportunity to use the li.tt.le b.o.y’s room and wait for her.
Outside in the cold night, Evelyn put her arm through his and rested her head against his shoulder as they walked in silence back to the Rocco Forte Hotel Amigo.
The shiny, brass doors of the elevator reflected the (romantic) couple in arms as a soft ding announced its arrival.
They walk in. The doors close.
Antonio turns to ask Evelyn what floor she is on.
Evelyn tilts her face upward and her hands move over his back.
Antonio leans into her, accepting her offer, his hands move over her back.
The elevator patiently waits. And. Waits.
Then…
“I have a favor to ask,” Evelyn requests, tasting the lemon twist from his drink on her lips.
“You only get one favor, so use it wisely,” Antonio replies, tasting the orange twist from her drink on his lips.
They both share a laugh.
“Take me to your room.”
And he presses the number 5.
The elevator softly dings. The brass doors silently glide open.
They walk down the hall to his room. And. Inside.
They finish their kiss. And start another. She lifts one foot and reaches down to slip off her strappy heel and lifts her other foot to complete the task while kissing his firm lips. And he does the same with his shoes and then removes his jacket.
Continuing their passionate kiss, Evelyn unbuttons his dress shirt and presses a hand into his hairy chest. Then she kisses his sweat before her hands wildly untuck his shirt from his pants and then she finishes unbuttoning it.
Antonio feels her warm mouth press against his skin. Her lips, tainted with orange twist, leave a wet circle around his navel.
She pauses to study his belt. His dress pants. His bulge.
He wonders if she will politely ask. Ah, no! Tonight, she is a leopard following the rules of Nature. Hunt. And. Attack.
The familiar jingle of his metal belt buckle is followed by a fast unzipping and the leopard has stripped him naked.
The feline eyes her prize and licks her lips before curling her sapphire claws around his rigid manhood.
And then…
And then Antonio leans against the wall in the hallway. Yes, the romantic couple couldn’t wait to enter the suite. Their passion consumed any reason or logic that may have interfered.
And then…
And then Antonio closed his eyes and held his breath.
And then…
And then Antonio opened his eyes and took a deep breath. And. Another.
The feline was exceptionally quiet while she enjoyed sucking his manhood.
He ventured a glance downward. Her shiny raven hair, purple under the hallway’s harsh light, moved in the customary fashion of giving fellatio.
And then…
Antonio closed his eyes and imagined his body falling over a precipice. He was about to…
Finding his voice, he whispered, “Evelyn…”
She looked up with his cock in her mouth.
“Stand up and kiss me,” he softly urged.
Evelyn silently rose like the leopard of the night. A wicked smile on her lips.
They kissed as Antonio tried to unzip her dress. She laughed and turned around, lifting her dark long tresses. Now his fingers completed the task and the (scandalous) evening dress dropped to the floor.
She lifted her legs to step out of the puddle and her bare feet walked further into his suite. He followed. Her shapely legs. Her (not too) wide hips. Her long arms. Swinging. Like. A. Metronome. Her (sexy) ass. Covered. By. A. Blue. Silk. Bikini. And her back. Bare.
Upon reaching her destination, the sleek leopard leapt onto the large bed. She looked back and growled, “What are you waiting for?”
In his unbuttoned dress shirt, Antonio walked to the edge of the bed and then his fingers curled around her narrow lace embroidered waistband, and in a flash her bare ass was exposed. She lifted a leg and then the other as he removed her blue bikini.
“You smell magnifique!”
“I taste even better.”
Antonio tossed the silk panties on the bed and licked his index finger. Then he pressed it against her slit. Her pussy was wet and ready. He sucked his finger.
“Um, I must concur, counselor, you taste like sweet amber honey found only in those hidden valleys of the Ardennes.”
“This is all on record, an unequivocal fact. Your Honor, please proceed.”
Antonio was fully enjoying this courtroom role playing and decided to proceed with his own agenda knowing Evelyn would fully appreciate his restraint.
“Acting on behalf of the Belgium magistrate, I must determine, without a shred of doubt, that this particular valley of the Ardennes is ready for… cultivation.”
“Your Honor, I have submitted the environmental impact studies and included the required annual almanac which shows my pussy, er, this verdant hidden valley exhibits high levels of rainfall. To put it bluntly, it is wet and ready, as you fully are aware of… your Honor!”
“Counselor, please refrain from raising your voice or educating me on the facts of the case, or I will hold you in contempt of court,” and he finished his statement with an insertion.
“Ohhh! You see, I am, ah, the valley is fully wet and, ah, ready… your Honor.”
Evelyn was truly enjoying this exchange. It was making her reach new heights in her valley. (Is that a paradox?)
Antonio didn’t have to move his finger, Evelyn was pushing her ass back onto it and then forward, just a little to keep it inside, and then back again. In rapid succession.
“And have you filed the proper easement, counselor?”
Evelyn remained in motion as she quickly replied, “Easement? Your Honor, I would not have to file an easement to access my… valley.”
Antonio not familiar with all the legal lingo had to respond as a magistrate would, “Sorry, counselor, my eyes were distracted with the two hills surrounding your valley. For the record, I, acting on behalf of the court and the magistrate of Belgium have declared eminent domain of said valley. It is now of utmost importance that a thorough inspection of your self-proclaimed verdant valley, <i>commence</i>!”
And on her next push back, her valley was penetrated by his nice hard cock.
“Ohhh!!!” Evelyn gasped at the new sensation causing her to freeze.
Antonio gladly proceeded to move his hips, resting his hands on the top of her round hills, and watching his member plow the hidden valley of the Ardennes.
Their banter continued giving both participants an unheralded experience neither will soon forget.
Several minutes passed (seven, to be exact) before Antonio rolled up his sleeves and placed his left foot up on the bed. For better leverage, meow.
Then he grabbed her hips and proceeded to initiate a deeper examination of her verdant valley. Now their banter was interrupted each time his thighs slapped against her buttocks.
As mentioned earlier, this hidden valley in the Ardennes was surrounded by two beautiful hills. But it also had two prominent peaks that overlooked the valley. They were rather large (like a mountain) and round (not possessing the typical pointy top formation) and soft (unlike a mountain).
And they each swung like synchronized pendulums from the constant examination of the magistrate of the court of Belgium.
Antonio noticed their movement and commented, “You have beautiful breasts, Evelyn.”
She reached up to stop the swinging of her left breast, pushing it up against her chest, “Ugh, they sag!”
“Ah, non! They roll and laugh with your pleasure.”
Evelyn released her left breast and let it re-synchronize with her right one, gasping with each thrust into her valley.
After 7 more minutes (and add another 4, meow) Antonio lowered his leg and withdrew his member. Evelyn turned over and laid back on his bed, putting her head on the pillow.
Her cat eyes studied her prey. Her sapphire claws cupped her dark furry mound. Her fingertips moved over her (very wet) valley. She needed more.
“Does your Honor need a Viagra?” she teased.
“Ah, non! I just need to catch my breath!” Antonio responds with a laugh.
“What name does your wife call you in bed?”
“Tony.”
“Fuck me, Tony,” she purrs.
And Tony moves between her spread legs. She uses both hands, first the right, then the left, letting his member slip through her fingers, as she pulls in a rapid fashion, till she reinvigorates his manhood.
Then she bends her knees up in the air and he places his hands on them. Her right hand guides his renewed erection inside her wet pussy.
“Call me your wife’s name.”
“Isabella, you’re so wet tonight.”
“Yes. I’ve been wanting your cock since I arrived at the hotel. You were not in your room, so I went out looking for you.”
“Yes, I saw you walking down the boulevard in that scandalous evening dress.”
“And you followed me?”
“Yes!” Tony emphasizes his answer with a deep thrust.
“Why didn’t you call my name?”
“I wanted to watch you from a distance,” another deep thrust, “and see if you were meeting a stranger,” another deep thrust.
“Would you let me, ahh, your loving wife, ahh, fuck a… ahh, stranger?” Evelyn responding to each deep thrust with a beautiful, throaty gasp.
“Yes!” Tony expels a hard breath trying to follow her lead and hoping to last to see where it will end.
“Then you must know, my dear husband, that I let the stranger take me back to his suite.”
“And what did you do?”
“I was… ahh, a huntress. I was… ahh, a leopard. I was… ahh, ahh, ahh hungry… ahh, ahh, ahh, for his, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhhh, cock!!!”
Tony drilled this beautiful, sexy, mature counselor on his large bed.
“What do you want, Isabella?”
“You should know your wife. Ahh, ahh, ahh. Fuck me like it was our first time. Ahh, ahh, ahh...”
Tony closed his eyes seeing his wife. Seeing her before they married. Seeing her the first time the made love. Hot. Impassioned. Love.
And. It. Was. Messy. And. Exciting. And. Unforgettable.
Evelyn purrs with a loud orgasm opening Antonio’s eyes.
“Don’t hold back… give it to me…” she whispered.
Antonio gently squeezed her large breasts and lowered his full weight on to her.
Then…
She felt his seed fertilize her valley.
A few seconds later, after he was finished, he rolled over, and she rolled up on her side to face him, resting a hand on his hairy, sweaty, chest. Then she moved closer to touch his body, feel his warmth, kissing his arm, and snuggle.
Reaching over his body, she turned the knob on the bed lamp and the room went dark.
They closed their eyes.
And listened. To. Their. Breathing.
And the cold night wind running everywhere.
And nowhere.
Strangers in the night.
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