The Artist

Chapter One-4

Lorenzo instructed the driver to take us to Three Rue Royale. He had good tastes in restaurants. That’s the location of Maxim’s. It’s one of the best restaurants in all of Paris. A doorman greeted us as we got out of the cab. He opened the door and we walked inside. The maitre d checked his reservation list. He instructed us to follow him. The restaurant had little rooms cut out that allowed complete privacy. The thought crossed my mind that maybe I would give Lorenzo my vulva for dessert. I would have to play that one by ear. I had never had s*x in public before. It was exciting to think about it. I never considered myself an exhibitionist, but I was intent on trying it at least once. After we had a few drinks while waiting for our main course, I mentioned my idea to Lorenzo. He said that he would love to go down on me, but he didn’t think he wanted to do it there.

The meal was delicious. When we finished, the waiter approached us and inquired if we would like to have dessert. We both refused, but ordered another round of drinks. Lorenzo put his hand under the table and began to explore my upper thigh. His fingers found my p***y and I began to heavily secrete. There was a curtain across the opening of the doorway. I suggested to Lorenzo to close the curtain. As he stood, I removed my panties. I was aching to feel Lorenzo’s tongue between my legs. “Before you close the curtain, flag down a waiter and order a bottle of wine.” My drink was nearly gone. I was in the mood to have a glass a wine while Lorenzo attended to his oral duties.

A waiter walked by and Lorenzo ordered a bottle of the most expensive wine available. He stood in the doorway and waited for the waiter to return. The waiter was back within a minute. He opened the bottle of wine and put two fresh glasses on the table.

“I’m going to close the curtain. We want some privacy while we drink the wine,” Lorenzo informed him.

“Of course, Monsieur, when you are ready for your check move the curtain open.”

Lorenzo closed the curtain. I turned on an angle from the table. I pulled up my dress and opened my legs exposing my p***y. He knelt down in front of me. I put my hands behind his head and guided him in. I began to have an orgasm in anticipation of feeling his mouth on my vulva lips. My c**t was swollen. His tongue went directly to my c**t and his lips surrounded it. He took two fingers and move aside the folds and entered me. Slowly, as he sucked my c**t, he moved the fingers in and out of me. I took a sip of wine which intensified the orgasmic state I had entered. After nearly a half hour of Lorenzo giving his unselfish oral delight, I began to feel as if I should do something for him. I put my hands on either side of his head and moved his mouth away. Then I said “Let’s change places.” He stood up and I relinquished my chair to him. But not before he took down his pants and boxer shorts. He had a solid erection. I wrapped my hand around it. With my tongue, I licked it from one end to the other. With my moist lips I slowly put it into my mouth allowing my tongue to titillate it. Moving it in and out, I could feel him responding to the pleasure I was inflicting on him. He let out several soft, but distinctive moans of ecstasy. Finally, I stopped and looked up at him. “I am going to kneel on the chair. I want you to enter me from behind.” We both stood. I knelt down on the chair and offered him my ass. He put his hand under my p***y and transferred some of the lubricant. He put the majority of it on his finger. He rubbed some of it on the entrance of my anus. Then he methodically put his finger into my ass. I had never experienced that kind of s*x in the past. It was an incredible feeling. I knew I was going to enter this kind of s*x into my repertoire.

When we arrived back at my condo, I kissed Lorenzo goodnight. “I would invite you in but my father is temporarily staying with me. I want to thank you for a delightful evening.” I got out of the cab and took the elevator to my condo. The light was on in the living room. The door to my father’s room was closed. It was evident that he was back from dinner. I went into my bedroom took off my clothes and got into the shower. As I was showering, the door opened and Francoise entered. “Where’s my father?” I inquired.

“He’s sound asleep. He was having problems sleeping when we were in New York. The doctor gave him some pills. When he takes them, he sleeps right through until late morning.”

Francoise took the wash cloth and began to soap me down. “I missed not having you with us at dinner tonight. Where did you go?”

“Lorenzo and I went to Maxim’s. We had a delightful dinner. Then we had s*x for dessert.”

Incredulously she asked, “You had s*x in the restaurant?”

“There was this little alcove with a curtain across the entrance. We closed it and did one another. In addition to the s*x there was a certain amount of excitement doing it in a public environment.”

“I would like to try that sometime. Why don’t we make a date in a few days? Reginald is going to Italy for a business meeting. That would be a perfect time.”

After a few moments of silence, “Are you planning to sleep with me tonight?”

“I would like to. Is it alright with you?”

“How will you explain it to my father if he wakes up in the middle of the night and you’re not there?”

“That shouldn’t be a problem. After all, you are my stepdaughter. I’ll tell him I woke up in the middle of the night from a bad dream. I got into bed with you to assure me I was safe.”

“You have a tendency to make a lot of noise when you’re having s*x. I think you may have to keep the audio down a few decibels.

“I promise.” As we were drying each other, “I have to tell you something. Your father has a problem. He can’t get an erection. He has tried everything on the market and nothing works for him. As you know, I have a ravenous s****l appetite. I need to be satisfied on a daily basis. When we have s*x, he satisfies me orally. There is a young man who acts as his Administrative Aid. Most afternoons he sends him over to take care of me. The aid will do anything I request him to do,” she informed me.

“Why didn’t you bring the Aid to Paris?”

“He had some personal business to take care of before he moves here. I’m expecting him in about a week. When he arrives, I’ll share him with you. Now, tell me about this Lorenzo who you dined with this evening,” she inquired.

We got into bed. Francoise immediately put her hand between my legs and began to manipulate me. After that session in the restaurant, I would have thought I would have been spent. It was several months since Francoise and I have gotten it on in bed. I remembered her to have an incredible knack for getting me to orgasm. I opened my legs wide to give her better access. She leaned into me as her fingers were titillating my c**t and folds. We passionately kissed. I whispered in her ear, “I’ve missed you. I was very upset when you married my father. I never thought we would ever be doing this again. I’m glad you decided to move back to Paris.” She didn’t answer me. I put my hand on her breast and began to rub against her n*****s. They became erect. She slipped two of her fingers deep inside me and began a vertical movement as she locked her lips around my c**t. Within minutes, I had a series of orgasms. I moved her up in the bed, took my position on top of her and moved down to lick the inside of her thighs. Recalling what she liked in the past, I gave her little bites as I worked my way between her legs. I could tell from her movement, she wanted me to put my tongue into her vulva. She locked her legs around my head and with her hands, pushed my face into her vulva opening. It was at that moment, I wished I had a c**k to slip into her. I let my tongue completely explore every centimeter of her p***y. She began to thrust so violently that at one point I thought she would dislocate my septum. After she had several intense orgasms, I rose up and whispered, “We should go to sleep. I have classes tomorrow.” I was exhausted. I closed my eyes. Seconds later, I was asleep.

The next morning, when my internal alarm woke me, Francoise was gone. There was a note on the pillow where she had been sleeping. She thanked me for a wonderful night. I dragged out of bed and took a shower. Then I got dressed and walked down to the deli about a block from my condo. After I had my breakfast, I drove to the university. I had a two hour painting class today. As I was setting up my easel and preparing my paints, the most beautiful young model we ever had pose for us entered the room.

She was carrying a bag. She went behind the screen for several minutes. When she came out, she was wrapped in a sheet and stepped onto the pedestal. Our instructor introduced her.

“This is Mademoiselle Audra. She will be modeling for us the rest of the semester when we need a woman. You are all advanced students. Feel free to approach her if you have the need to observe any part of her anatomy. Now, Mademoiselle, please remove the sheet and allow the students to get a good look at you.”

She let the sheet drop to the floor in a very sensuous move. I felt like I wanted to take her by the hand and carry her off to my bed. Before I began to paint her, I approached the pedestal. My professor gave the green light to get close to her. I had a need to feel her body heat. I walked around her slowly. I wanted to drop to my knees and bury my face into her pubic area. Fortunately, I had on slacks. I could feel the secretion running down my leg. After two orbits around this beautiful creature, I was forced to return to my station in the room. My hand was shaking from the drama my body was experiencing. I was overcome with the feeling I had to have this woman. I attempted to settle down and paint her torso.

When the class was over, I waited until Audra had finished dressing and walked out from behind the curtain. “Do you ever model for individuals?” I inquired. She gave me a curious look. At that moment, I began to blush. I suspected that she was sensing my intention for hiring her and it wasn’t to model.

“Sometimes, yes, but I’m very expensive.”

You may call it intuition, but at that moment she knew what I had in mind. “Whatever you charge, I will pay,” I assured her. She handed me her card.

“Call me when you would like me to model. If I am free, I will model for you.”

The card listed her name and a phone number. She turned and left the room. My heart was pounding. I had been sexually excited just standing in close proximity to her.

When I arrived back at the condo, Francoise was sitting in the living room having a glass of wine. “Where’s Dad?” I inquired.

“He had a business meeting. He said that he won’t be back until later today.”