Emmanuelle A Fantasy

Emmanuelle. A fantasy.

I was sitting in the bar of the functional hotel, looking at the BBC news on my phone, when I noticed her, sitting, with a book, two tables down. I don't know why I hadn't noticed her before - she must have been sitting there when I arrived. Too self involved I supposed. But something made me look in her direction.

Physically, she was slim and elegant. About forty I'd guess. She was wearing a striped blue and white tee-shirt... a tight one - with a v-neck - that accentuated all the right curves of her petite figure and a short red pencil skirt. I could just make out that her tights were black and sheer. And not being the kind of guy who studies the physicality of a complete stranger, my gaze didn't wander down to her shoes, but also because it was her face that had made me double take. Short, black, almost boyish hair framed a pretty dark features - pale skin but brown, huge eyes. High cheekbones. Full, almost pouty lips. A face that was both exotic and familiar.

She looked up and caught me staring, before I had a chance to look away.

'Can I help you?' She said in a not unfriendly way and it then I first caught the trace of the accent. Not English. Probably European, but not French...maybe German?

'I'm so sorry,' I spluttered, 'I didn't mean to stare. You just reminded me of someone.

'Oh. Someone you know? A friend?'

'Not exactly,' I was blushing now, 'It's ridiculous that I should-...it's just a resemblance, that's all. Someone...sort of famous. Was. A while ago.'

She looked at me grinning.

'Oh now you have to tell me,' she said and yes, I was right, the accent was European, but I still couldn't quite place it. Although I probably should have been able to.

'Well,' I said, 'it's an actor...actress from the seventies...have you ever heard of Sylvia Krystel?'

She smiled. A bright beautiful smile.

'As in the Emmanuelle films? I'm flattered. Oh and I'm Dutch as well, like her, so who knows, maybe we're related in some way.'

A sighed, slightly relieved, glad that I'd effectively admitted watching an early seventies soft porn film, without making her think I was a sleaze.

'I wasn't sure you'd know of her.'

'But of course. She was quite something, wasn't she?' She added, 'I'm Anna.'

'She was. Peter. Pete.' I said and because it seemed appropriate, although terribly British and formal, offered my hand for her to shake.

She slid up to my table, and shook it. Our first touch.

'You like those films?' She asked.

'Well,' I said, aware that I was blushing and that it was probably quite obvious, 'I've seen clips of them. On line.'

Truth was, I'd only really seen one clip, but I'd watched it several times. More than several. I was sort of obsessed with it. A scene from early in the first film, the story of a sexual adventuress, the bored wife of a diplomat, where the central character, played by Sylvia Krystel seduces a guy on a plane. Two guys in fact, over the course of the flight. Mile high. Twice. Two miles high.

Anna was plainly aware of my discomfiture.

'There's no need to be embarrassed. We all like a little eroticism, yes? It's natural.'

This was true, but...

'Yes, but I don't usually gawp at a complete stranger then talk about it.'

She giggled amused. I indicated her book.

'What are you reading?'

'This?'

She picked it up. I could see it had a very luring cover of a scantily clad woman (nothing but a black lace bra).

'This is an erotic novel from my country. Women like to be aroused too, you know,' she said wryly.

She shifted her position slightly and I got a better view of the v-neck in her tee-shirt. It just went down far enough to give me a hint of her cleavage and round breasts underneath the tight fabric. I did my best not to share.

'And that erm...that...' I said, meaning the book, 'that does it for you?'

She lowered head slightly and looked up at me so I could really get the best of those dark brown eyes.

'Not as much as this conversation,'

She was grinning again, a warm, welcoming grin. I too, was feeling very warm indeed.

'So I'm guessing... you are thinking of that scene on the aeroplane?' she asked.

'How did you know that?' I was slightly taken aback at this insight. Or educated guess.

'Well, I've seen the whole film,' she said, 'and some of it's not very nice, but well...'

She patted her book on the table,

I decided to try and relax, It wasn't easy because now, on top of feeling overly warm, I was starting to get aroused too. Just a little. There were very definite stirrings in my groin.

'It's very-....I like that scene very much,' she continued, 'I like it because she's seducing the guy without even touching him.'

I realise now, in hindsight, I was being seduced too, but that's the point of seduction. You don't realise it's happening until it's happened.

'No,' I said, 'he doesn't stand a chance.'

I think I knew exactly how that guy felt.

'So,' she said, 'seduction. How are you at this? How would you seduce me?'

This was very direct. Okay, it was a direct question and an exciting one. It was my turn to be direct back.

'I don't think you're easily seduced, Anna,' I said, 'seduction implies deception, being duped into doing something you wouldn't do, normally. However,' I added,'in your case I'd be very easily tempted to try. I mean, I'd probably hopeless at it, but I'd be sorely tempted.'

'Why?'

'Because, you must know you're very beautiful.'

There. I'd said it.

She paused and grinned again, looking me directly in the eyes.

'Good answer.'

'Would you like a drink?'

She nodded a 'yes please'.

When I returned to the table we chatted some more, although not quite as intensely as our opening salvos had been. She asked why I was at the hotel and I told her about the monthly conference and that I was supposed to be meeting some colleagues, that I'd been late and missed them, that they wouldn't be back until much later, so I'd come to the bar for something to do. It beat sitting on my own in the hotel room. I asked about her, what she did. She too was in town for a business meeting - copywriting. We were both, it turned out married with almost grown up kids. I was doing my best to keep a grip on hearing the conversation, because every time she moved, just the slightest of gestures, or shifting in her seat, I was reminded of how unbelievably sexy she was. And then I was reminded of a certain soft porn film and a scene on a plane with no dialogue. At night. The cabin lights are off. Of a man literally turned on by the gestures and body language of a woman, of the look in her eyes. Of how he knows he wants her, but he can't believe she wants him - he could never be so lucky. Of the courage he has to feel to make that move.

And he does.

And I've always been jealous of him. Hence me watching that scene over and over.

The lights of the bar had been dimmed a little. And this was giving the place a more chilled out and intimate feel despite the fact that more people were arriving and the place was getting a little crowded. In fact, the increasing chatter around us allowed us to be more direct because it was more difficult for anyone to eavesdrop. That and the light jazz they'd started piping through the speakers.

'So. Sex.'

'I'm sorry?'

I was taken aback again.

'Sex.' She said, 'we were talking about it. I would like to talk about it some more, yes?'

It was very matter of fact. Frank. But the content of what she was, saying wasn't.

My loins stirred again. My cock was wanting to spring into action.

'Why Miss Anna,' I said, avoiding the temptation to impersonate Dustin Hoffman, 'are you trying to seduce me?'

She cocked her head to one side and crossed her shapely legs.

'We'll see,' she said, plainly a little amused, 'I'm not sure you are so easily seduced either'

I wanted to immediately say she was utterly and completely wrong there. Certainly at that moment, certainly as far as she was concerned, but maybe I was canny enough to play my cards close to my chest. To try not to look so eager.

'Do you like it? Sex?' she asked.

'Of course. Doesn't everyone?'

'Oh you'd be surprised. I've had lovers who-...'

I loved the fact that she used the word 'lovers'. It seemed very...continental.

'Well it's not that they don't like it,' she continued, 'they don't know how to...enjoy it. Savour it.'

I could see she had a point.

'I guess it's that guys have one aim in mind....well not in 'mind' as such. Almost the opposite. They're physically driven.'

She looked at me, coyly.

'Go on.'

I took a deep breath.

'Well, once a man gets going, get's you know...?'

'Aroused, yes?'

Yes, I thought, definitely yes.

'There's a tendency for instinct to take over. It becomes ... I dunno, primal?'

She grinned.

'I quite like primal. It implies a lack of inhibition, yes?'

I loved the idea of being uninhibited with Anna. I also loved the idea of Anna being uninhibited.

'Well, yes...but me, I have to kind of take a moment...try to anyway, because...well you want your partner to...feel the intensity too, right? You want to sort of experience what they're experiencing.'

'Is that what you like about it? Sex?'

'One of the many things.'

'What else?' She said leaning closer, so that I could just see a little bit more of the line of her cleavage. I tried not to make it obvious I was looking... but I'm pretty sure her movement was deliberate. She wanted me to look. Instead I focussed on her large, dark brown eyes.

The closer her face was to mine, the more beautiful she seemed to me.

I had to really gather my thoughts. I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with someone I'd never met before. But plainly she wanted me to be frank, so that was what, I guess, I had to do.

'When I'm with a woman, I- ...I ...love the smell and taste of her. I love the little groans and whimpers, I love the feel of her body and her wetness. I love the warmth of my breath on her skin. I love the hunger in her eyes...that sort of thing...' I trailed off and wondered if I'd said too much. She was saying nothing. She looked away and I couldn't tell what she was thinking.

Then she turned back to me and said quietly, 'I have to say, I'm more than a little moist right now.'

It was such a turn on. Blood ran straight to my cock and I started tent pegging.

And yet. And yet...well I'm not the kind of guy who says, ' hey let's go upstairs baby and I'll give you a good time.' Besides I was enjoying the conversation, enjoying how turned on I was by it.

'What about you?' I dared, 'What do you like?'

She took a deep breath. And for the first time I could see little spots of pink on those ultra high cheekbones.

'I like...the weight of a man on me. I like his strong hands on me. All over my body. I like him removing my ...' she paused to think of the word, '...underwear yes? And revealing my body to him. I love the look of pleasure on his face when I do. Especially the first time I make love with him. I have a good body, I think.' She added,'it usually seems to please, anyway.'

'I can imagine.'

I wasn't lying.

She had, without my noticing moved even closer to me. We were now seated next to each other, our thighs almost touching. Her bare arms so close to mine. I could feel the heat of her. I expect she could feel the heat coming off me.

'There's more of course,' she went on, again matter of factly, 'but maybe...that's for later. Are you a sexy underwear man?'

'Of course,' I said, 'I mean not for me...I mean... you know if the woman's wearing-'

I'd gone all stutter again.

She giggled. Then she looked down, taking her eyes off mine and closing them slightly. She was plainly thinking, considering, making a decision. Then she reached into her handbag and took out the little keycard wallet that they always give you at hotels. She opened it. There were two plastic cards in there. She took one out and slid it across the table.

She leaned across to me so that her lips were almost touching my ear. She spoke in a low voice. She didn't whisper, but either way it was just audible.

'I want to feel your breath on my skin.'

I didn't say anything. I didn't need to.

She stood and picked up her book and bag.

'I'm in four two one,' she said, 'Give me ten minutes.'

She turned back.

'Black or red?

I looked puzzled.

'Underwear,' she said.

There was no wrong answer here.

'Maybe you should surprise me.'

'I will.'

Then she turned and left the bar, heading for the lift and for the first time I could see her shapely bottom through that tight red skirt. I saw her press the call button. She turned and gave me the most smouldering look I have ever seen - intense, just like Sylvia Krystel in that aeroplane scene and then disappeared inside.

The wait was the longest ten minutes of my life. Was I really going to do this? Of course I was. It was all starting to seem like a dream, a good one, but a dream nevertheless and of course that meant that all morals and doubts - that we were married, that we'd literally just met - had been expediently replaced by pure lust. My biggest worries were that a) my colleagues my suddenly return and wonder why I was leaving straight away and b) that walking to the lift and through the hotel corridors might cause someone to spot the huge hard on that I was now sporting through my trousers.

The clock ticked. I looked at my phone. Ten minutes? Well more like seven, but by the time I'd got up to the fourth floor, it'd be close enough. Of course I wanted to play it cool, but I'm no James Bond or Casanova and the cock wants what the cock wants.

I headed to the lift as quickly as I could and pressed the call button. As the doors opened, a young couple arrived and stepped in with me. She, elegant and beautiful, he scruffily dressed, but handsome enough.

'Which floor?' I asked.

'Fourth please,' the young man said.

Damn! I knew what this meant. I would have to let them go ahead a little when we got there. I didn't want them to see me searching around for the right room number. Or worse, find out that they were staying in the next room.

The lift door doors pinged open and the robotic female voice said 'going down' as the three of us stepped out and closed behind us. Then I made a point of kneeling down and retying my shoelace to give them a chance to get ahead. Luckily they were going right while I could see from the sign that room 421 was in the corridor going left. I stood up and headed towards it.

I was soon there. By now my heart was beating like mad. There it was. 421. Should I knock? Yes I had a key but...

Fumbling and flustered. I slid the key in and out of the slot and waited for the green light before knocking gently and then opening the door, without waiting for an answer. I stepped into the room and let the door close behind me. There was no going back now - not that I wanted to.

To my immediate left, wardrobes and shelves with clothes neatly folded on them. To my right, slightly further on, the bathroom door. Ahead of me was the foot of the bed. I couldn't see the rest of it. At the end of the room ahead of me, the windows showed the city skyline. A red sky. Just to the right was the little alcove where the desk and coffee stuff is kept. I couldn't see any further. The lights were on low, but then they always are in hotel rooms. I looked around, unsure. Where was Anna?

'Hello?'

'Hello' came a familiar purring voice.

She stepped out from the alcove. She was wearing a white bathrobe, tied at the waste.

'Hi,' I said nervously.

She approached a few steps. She was grinning a wicked grin.

'You came then.'

I gulped.

'How could I not?'

With one hand, she untied the bathrobe and let it slip from her shoulders on to the floor.

'You like?'

I did. She'd decided on red. Red and lacy. She took my breath away. She stood there in just her bra and panties and she looked thoroughly magnificent. Her perfect breasts filled the cups wonderfully and now I could see her ultra slim waste and the tight lacy red panties just covering her hips and womanhood.

'Wow.' I said, trying not to gawp.

I took a step towards her. Now we were just within touching distance.

'I almost don't want to break this moment,' I said.

She beamed her beautiful smile.

'Well, one of us has to. Eventually.'

And now, the smile faded and her face turned serious. I could see the hunger in her eyes. She wanted me and I wanted her.

I reached forward and with one finger, traced the line of her breast down to the front clasp of the bras. The first feeling of my touch sent and electric charge through me and her too I guess because she gasped a little and threw her head back closing her eyes.

As I traced my finger upwards along her other breast, she brought her head back, her eyes level with mine. She stepped forwards and put her arms around my shoulders as I reached round to clasp her naked back and drew her to me. There was the briefest of moments when I could feel the sweet heat of her breath and then suddenly, her mouth was on mine. It was the hottest of kisses. Both our mouths were wide open immediately, tongues gliding over each other, giving way to pure passion as we held each other tightly. Then, holding on to my shoulders, she lifted herself, bodily, her legs were round my waist, crossed at the ankles and I held on to her tight buttocks as I staggered forward to the bed. We fell, still kissing passionately with me on top her, her calves dangling over the edge of the bed. Still kissing, our breathing increased as my hand slid up and began to fondle her breast over the lace of the bra. The breast was soft, beautifully soft, but the nipple was already hardening. She moaned as fondled and squeezed. I disengaged from her mouth and began to kiss and bite her neck. She pulled at my my jacket and I had to release her briefly to discard it and then her hands slid up inside my tee-shirt to caress my chest and then my back. I took that opportunity to unclip the clasp of the bra and release her breasts, which were even more beautiful than when they had been their red lacy prison. They exposed themselves to me just like Sylvia Krystel's in the 'Emmanuelle' film. The scene on the plane. It was one of the most erotic moments of my life. Small browny-red nipples, pointing perfectly and awaiting me. I resumed kissing her neck and moved downwards. By now her breathing was getting deeper, almost hyper ventilating. I licked each breast and then put my mouth on her left nipple while pinching and fondling the other. I started to suck and nibble and as soon as I did, she gasped audibly.

'Oh!'

I kissed across her breasts and fixed on the other nipple, sucking and nibbling, she pulled my head in closer to her, as I widened my mouth increasing the urgency of my action as I let my hand wander southwards, caressing her belly and slipping it between her legs placing my palm on her hot mound. Through the panties I could feel she was already wet...moist. She hadn't been lying during our conversational foreplay in the bar. I started to kiss downwards, licking and nibbling at her belly until I found myself on my knees at the foot of the bed, licking and gently biting her inner thighs.

'Mmmm...'

Still lying on her back, she moaned something in Dutch as I slipped my thumbs through the edge of her panties and then slid them off over her ankles and letting then drop to the floor. She moaned again as I resumed kissing her inner thighs. Her bush was magnificent too, a perfect triangle of black, silky hair and as my face got closer, I could feel the heat and the scent of her juices. I reached up with both hands and cupped her breasts as I slid my tongue inside her. Her thighs covered my ears, so the gasp she made as I did this was a little muddled. And now I could taste her. Salty and thick, the consistency of honey. I squeezed her breasts and opened my mouth wider as my tongue found the nub of flesh that was her clit. I started to probe rhythmically with my tongue and she started to whimper seemingly in rhythm too. I pushed my tongue harder again and again into her clit, occasionally sucking on it and the whimpers got higher in pitch and more vocal as I increased my speed. Her hands were on the back of my head, pulling me in harder as my cunnilingus increased in intensity. Then suddenly her thighs and hands tightened around my head and her whole body tensed up, I gripped her breasts as she, shuddered, cried out loudly and arched her back. The cries increased as the orgasm swept through her. Then, just as abruptly, she relaxed and went almost limp. I kissed my way back up her body. She was still breathing deeply, almost breathless.