donderdag 8 januari 2015
The Woman in Red: Chapter 12
Jean-Pierre had looked with growing amazement at the extremely flexible musicians. At a certain moment, he hadn’t noticed anymore to who some of the limbs belonged. It was inconceivable that someone could impose his will on a human being in this way. Monsieur Charles had to be an ace in his job. If he could draw, sing or play an instrument as well as this performance, he would become a world-famous artist. He was in a state of euphoria just at the moment Charles clapped his hands twice. The members of the quartet, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, put their clothes back on. After that, they took their instrument from the ground and continued playing as if nothing had happened.
Both Frau Hofmeister, Madame Thérèse, General Tavernier and Jean-Pierre looked surprised. They were still steaming from the effect of the spectacle that they had watched. The sweat as on their forehead and each heart was beating harder and faster than normal.
Frau Bertha wiped off her clammy hands on her napkin while Jean-Pierre noticed to his great consternation, there was a stain on the front of his pants. When he remembered his table companion from before and her handiwork, so to speak, he suddenly completed the picture. Jean-Pierre felt by no means any shame, at least not so much as he should have been. Had Monsieur Charles hypnotized everybody? With his own napkin hiding the stain on his pants, he excused himself and went back to his room.
Just after he had drawn on some other clothes, he heard a quietly knocking on the door. For a while, he thought it could be Frau Hofmeister, who would like to continue her exploration, but a soft voice called his name. It was Katarina. He opened the door on a chink, but she pushed it open and locked it behind her while she was gently leaning against it. Her hair hung loose, and some of the buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned. Jean-Pierre looked in her eyes and without a word, he knew what she wanted. Wired up by the performance of earlier, Katarina was horny as hell. Her bosom went up and down on the fat rhythm of her breath. She continued unbuttoning her blouse, and a white lace bra appeared.
Jean-Pierre approached, but she gave a sign with her arm so that he stood still. She let the blouse fall on the ground and slowly teasing she let drop one of the shoulder-straps of the beautiful piece of lingerie. With a sultry look on Jean-Pierre, she uncovered one breast while she caressed it. Her looks riveted on those of Jean-Pierre she did the same with the second shoulder-strap and her other breast.
She pushed her roommate further into the room till he stood before the bed. There, while she constantly pushed away his hands trying to grab her and opened his belt from his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. She pushed him with a soft punch on the bed and after undressing she sat astride on him. She saw he was aroused and took him by the hand and showed him the way. He felt the warmth of this triangle of lust. Why he didn’t know, but he thought of the summer and a soft peach, so succulent that the juice flowed over.
The image had given him ideas and pushed Katarina aside and nestled his head and mouth against this soft velvet fruit. Katarina curled her back and groaned. She pushed his head still harder against her skin, deeper if that was possible at all. Jean-Pierre ate the fruit and still more. He tasted and had never had experienced such a delight. He felt her belly shaking and was almost strangled when she exploded in her lap with a wild cry. After a short while, as she seemed insatiable, she drew him up and kissed him hard and deep with her tongue. She licked his wet lips and tasted herself.
At that instant, both lost the last grain of their control. In a wild embrace, they were upon each other, twisted themselves into curves and bent both their backs in bodily tension. It didn’t take long till both of them, screaming with lust and ecstasy, reached their climax. Panting and sweating, they stayed winded up in each other in the chaos of blankets and sheets on the bed. Neither of them would be the first to move. Each of them felt the pleasure flowing through their body, a vibrating flame of heat that submerged them like the waves of the sea, over and over again.
Eventually, they lay quiet against each other, naked and satisfied from head to toe. It had lasted a bit longer before their breath became calm again, till their heart took his normal rhythm again.
Katarina softly coughed before she hesitating spoke. ‘Jean-Pierre, can I ask you something very personal?’
© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere