Goodbye Emmanuelle

Goodbye Emmanuelle

He is naked, standing opposite the bathroom mirror, shaving. His body is thin, wiry, not quite skinny, but thin enough. There is no sag, his buttocks are tight. He must be around my age, perhaps older. We have never discussed this.

Naked also, I walk into the hotel bathroom and stand behind him. I smile, looking into the reflection of blue eyes, using the mirror. He smiles back. I put one hand under his arm and place it on his chest, drawing him to me. I place my lips on his shoulder and tenderly kiss there. I can feel the touch of my lips sending an electric charge through his whole slender body. I press my breasts against his back, loving the feeling of my hardening nipples against him. I slip my other hand under his right arm and place it on his belly. Caressing, I gently slide my hand downwards until it reaches his cock. It's a beautiful cock. Even flaccid, it looks...sculpted, like something from an ancient Greek sculpture. I am going to miss this cock, I think, as I stroke it tenderly with my long fingers. I am going to miss it, hard and inside me. It's getting harder now. I can feel a slow moan coming from deep inside him as I stroke, almost barely touching. It's coming to life again. I am going to miss it so much, but it has to be. This has to be the last time.

It nearly didn't happen this evening. I knew he'd be at the hotel for his conference, this man Pete, who I barely knew and yet knew so well. The thing is, I am not who, or what he thinks I am. He thinks I am a sexual adventuress. He thinks I am worldly, that I know what I am doing, but the truth is, this is a character I play. And I cannot play this character any more.

To explain. Pete comes to this hotel once a month for a works conference. I come here less - maybe once every few months - also for work and when I first met Peter. Oh how can I explain it? I'd had this terrible day and I was lonely and very, very horny, yes? And I am seated in the hotel bar, reading an erotic novel aimed at women, because that is all I could do. I planned to finish my wine and go to bed and perhaps give myself a little orgasm in bed, before going to sleep.

But I could see this fellow. Slim, tall, come from the bar with his drink and glance in my direction. He looked, if not distinguished, perhaps a little so... I am Dutch and I am not sure how to put this in English. But I saw him and I knew I wanted him. For just a second I imagined us together, naked, lying in each others arms, him on top of me. I do love the weight of a man on me. His cock inside me. Just for a second, you understand, I imagined this. But he sat and looked at his phone and I decided to forget this and continue reading my novel, where a young girl from Rotterdam, finds herself alone in a barn with a young muscular farmhand.

And then I saw he kept glancing in my direction. My heart was beating. Was I sure about this? Was I imagining things? I was not good at working this out. Only a month before, my work colleague Kaija, beautiful and tall from Finland had pulled me to her at an office party and told me she desired me. I was so shocked... I had not realised. I had noticed her looking at me during meetings and I had wondered what it would be like with her and so I had never known whether this was real or my imagination. And here, now was this fellow, a stranger in a hotel bar and he was looking at me but trying not to.

But I knew I wanted him.

Something, I don't know what, made me turn to him and start up a conversation. It transpired that he thought I resembled Sylvia Kristel from the Emmanuelle films. I was much flattered in many ways. She was so beautiful and sexy and all of those things. And she was from my country too. And I felt the desire stir in me some more. So Pete and I got to talking and the conversation became...well it was sexual fantasies and what made us aroused and then I told him... I think I said 'I want to feel your breath upon my skin,' or something like and I went up to my hotel room and he followed me (I had invited him of course).

And...

Oh so much. My English is not good, but... first, he lies me on the bed and takes off my underwear yes? He covers my body with kisses. Our mouths on each other. I am so wet. He licks and sucks on my breasts and the he buries himself between my legs and licks and sucks on my labia and clitoris. He has his hands on my breasts and squeezes. And I am breathing deeply and moaning because I am so moist and can feel my..finishing coming. And my body tenses and I point my toes as I let out a cry and throw my head back the pleasure washing through me. It is ecstasy.

I have never done this before. Not anything like this I mean. Of course I have had sex, yes, but with a stranger? In a hotel? To this climax? No this is new to me.

It is not long before we are both naked, yes? His hardness inside me. First I am on top in the...cow girl. I am gyrating hard on him, riding him, he is grunting in rhythm. He fills me delightfully, stretches me, with his cock and thrusts upwards although I have ordered him not to move. He can't help it. This is instinct, primal as he calls it... He wants to fuck me hard... no he has to and then he tells me to kiss him on his mouth and when I do and our tongues are writhing, he rolls me onto my back and he thrusts hard and fast. My breath is taken away, my heart is racing, my lips are burning. We are both making in love in syncopation yes? In rhythm. I can feel my breasts rubbing against his chest. It is so exciting and so pleasurable. I cannot help but moan and whimper. Oh god, it feels so good and I am going to cum again, but I tell him, 'say it, say the name'.

He cries out, 'Emmanuelle!,' as I feel him tense and shudder and his pleasure as he fills me with his warm cum and it pushes me over the edge too and I shudder with pleasure as my orgasm too, washes through me.

And for a time we are just lying there, breathing deeply, catching our breaths.

And there is more that night. He takes me from behind and again I cum. And then we bathe together in the ridiculously small hotel bath.

And we talk. About each other, about our lives. With the steam of the hot water rising from our naked bodies, so that our skin seems to shine, we sit together, opposite, our legs entwined, talking. Talking so much about ourselves, but I don't tell him everything. I don't tell him that this is something I have never done before, because I don't want him to know I am not as worldly and sophisticated as he thinks I am. I am this character now. This Emmanuelle. Emmanuelle, who can seduce strangers, both women and men.

Then the next day, we go our separate ways. I think, 'well that was an adventure and maybe next time I am here, who knows?'

And when I return three months later, Kaija is also here and I think, I wonder. I wonder if he is here too. So I leave a message at the hotel reception desk. And here it is really crazy, because I have in my head, we should have a threesome, me, Peter and Kaija.

And he is here, in the hotel and we do.

How is this possible I wonder? At home, I am not like this. I am just living a normal life. I have sex with my husband yes, but to have such wild abandon? This is not me. There is Kaija and me and Peter. We start in the hotel bar and I deliberately do the same thing as I did last time with Peter. I make sure we talk about sex and being naked and all things sensuous. I move in my seat in such a way that both of them will want me, like writhing I think. I stroke the stem of my wine glass with my fingers as if I caress it. I touch each of them, every so often, feeling their heat. I almost wriggle in my seat as if trying to escape my clothes, yes? I make sure each of them can see some of my ...between my breasts... cleavage. I make eye contact and smile. A naughty smile. A smile that tells them they can have me. I control the situation. I know both of them want me. The way I turn the conversation I make sure they both want each other too. Why would they not? She is nordic and beautiful, he is wiry and intellectual and good looking...and also funny. And then at the right moment, when they both know what is to happen between us, I say we must go to my room and have sex.

We go. It takes a little time to relax. Some juvenile game we play and drink some shots to do this, but soon we are all three naked and touching and caressing and kissing each other. And we, each of us finish...cum... in a big way so many times.

And again, we say our goodbyes and I promise myself this is the last time. This is not normal Anna.

But all I can think about is his cock, deep inside me, filling me. How he makes me so moist, Kaija is fun, Kaija is an adventure, but Peter...makes me want him without being with him. I know I must get him out of my system, we must be together one more time and that will end it and I will go back home and it will be a pleasant memory. It must be so.

So at last, another couple of months later. I leave a message at the front desk. I know he will be here - it is the date of his conference. The message I leave on a note says, 'Neuk me. I will meet you in the bar, Emmanuelle x'

'Neuk me' means 'fuck me' in Dutch.

And I have a plan. We will meet, will have some wine and talk. Then I will invite him up to my room and we will fuck. And in the morning, I will tell him it was the last time.

So I am prepared. I am wearing a black, figure hugging, dress, short of skirt, yes? I have prepared. I am ready. My underwear is also black... revealing...so when he removes my dress he will get a second nice surprise. I have a good body for my age, I know this, I have worked to make it so. He will love what I am wearing, he will love what I wear underneath even more. He will remove my dress when he has kissed me and fondled me and his cock is hard and he will want me all the more. And then he will remove my underwear and stroke and kiss and suck on me. And maybe some little biting. I am so excited, moist already. I am ready to go downstairs and find him seated in the bar. And we will talk, perhaps some more about what we will like to do to each other, perhaps about more mundane things, but all the time, I will be getting wetter and he will be getting harder. I know this.

And then my phone rings.

There is a problem with my work. I have to spend ages, sorting it out, otherwise tomorrow's presentation will not go as planned. It is at least an hour before I can get into the lift and head for the bar.

When I find him, I think he is not there and then I see him, sitting forlornly alone in a corner. Then he sees me, his eyes do not light up as they have done before. He looks only disappointed.

'I was worried you wouldn't make it,' he says.

I apologise. A lot. How can I not? And he is fine about this, only glad to finally see me, but this is not how I wanted this evening to begin. And now, I must, I know turn things around. Obviously, he is a man. I can make him hard and have sex with me, but I want him to want me so badly. Like he did before, because if this is to end, it must end like no other time. He must cum like he has never before. And I must too.

So he buys me a drink and I sit opposite him at the table. We make a little small talk...'how are you?' ...and all that. It's a little awkward. I feel like my old self... my real self...not my Emmanuelle self. I know I must be coy and also seductive and also to be talking in a certain way.

And as we are talking this way, I am starting to wonder if it will ever get to the way it was.

Then he says, 'I think about you a lot.'

I smile and reply, 'the memories of last time?'

'Oh last time was very good,' he says, 'but it's the first time that I like to re-run in my head.'

And for the first time, this evening, I am intrigued, surprised even. I am also a little warm with pleasure.

'Really? You were in bed with me and a blonde Finn? But you prefer just me?'

He nods.

'It was so special. Exciting. We were complete strangers. To do something so spontaneous. And of course you, Anna. are very good at sex.'

This last is said with a little grin.

'You are very good too,' I reply, 'but I'm curious. What makes me good?'

He takes his time to think about it, before saying, 'I think it's the way you move your body underneath me. You kind of...writhe...'

I have my mental translator on... 'writhe...like an eel?'

'I guess,' he says, 'it's just the feeling of every part of your body sliding against mine. Especially,' lowering his voice,'you know...here.'

And he gestures the torso area.

I can feel myself getting a little flushed. Most men get turned on by their cock being stimulated, or something. This one like the feel of me under his chest.

'I mean, it's everything else as well of course,' he adds,'your lips as we kiss, your tongue in my mouth...the little noises you make, the way you clutch my back as we move together-'

I put my hand on his and squeeze it. It's suddenly feels very warm in here.

'I think,' I say, 'we have wasted too much time already.'

He grins.

'Ten minutes?' (I made him wait ten minutes the first time, before he was to follow me upstairs.)

I look him directly in his steely blue eyes.

'No. Come with me now.'

We stand and walk, quickly to the lift. The doors ping open and we step inside. I slide the key card in and select the floor. The doors close as a robotic female says, 'going up'. As soon as they are closed he pulls me too him, grasping me tightly and our mouths find each other. Wide open, kissing passionately. His hand reaches up and cups my breast squeezing. We have maybe thirty seconds before the doors ping open and we step suddenly apart, in case anyone is there. We step out of the lift (no one around) and almost run to my room. I am all of the fingers and thumbs with the keycard and the little light goes red twice before going green on the third try and I push open the door. Pete follows me in and again takes me in a tight embrace, pushing me against the wall and kissing me again with so much passion. I can feel he is aroused now as he presses himself against me and uses his hands to fondle first my buttocks and then my breasts. He starts kissing and biting my neck and I am struggling to catch my breath. His hands have now found the zip at the back of my dress and he undoes it, slips the straps off my shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. I do the same with his jacket and then pull his teeshirt off over his head.

And then we stand briefly, very briefly, looking at each other. He is bare chested I am in my black silky underwear.

'Wow,' he says looking at me.

'You like?' I say gesturing my 'outfit.'

'Very much,' he says and I can tell by the lustful look in his eyes he means it.

This is like the last time. We both want to savour the moment. But it is my turn to make the first move now. I step towards him and put my hands on his chest, stroking it and pushing him manouvering him towards the bed until he topples backwards and I topple on top of him. My lips find his and again we kiss passionately, my hands gripping his shoulders, his hands finding my back and sliding down to my bottom and slipping under the panties to squeeze. I increase the intensity of my kiss, opening my mouth wider and pressing my lips harder as if I would hurt him, pushing my tongue into his mouth and then pulling back to nibble on his upper lip. I am so aroused now. I am pushing my pelvis down on his attempting to rub the ache between my legs onto the bulge I can feel in his trousers. It is an incredible turn on as we start to rub against each other, dry humping. My nipples are hardening and swelling in my bra and I can feel the heat rising through my body. I can feel the blood pumping through me as my heart palpitates and my desire for him increases. His hands have found the clasp of my bra and I feel him undo it, expertly. I let him remove the straps from over my shoulders as he rolls me onto my back, still kissing me desperately. And then he as able to completely discard the bra and he is kissing and squeezing my breast. I gasp as I feel the hardened nipple of one enter his mouth and he using his tongue and teeth to play with it and he is sucking as well, while his his hand is on the other breast squeezing, pinching the nipple between his fingers.

'Peter,' I gasp, 'Peter, we must undress.'

We disengage briefly to remove all of our clothes and then, grinning, he returns with me naked to the bed. He is very erect now. A beautiful erection. I lie back, stretching out, my head upon the pillow and our mouths meet again. I cannot help but cry out suddenly to feel his fingers are now exploring my labia. I am very wet, as he slides not one but two inside me, slowly, but ever deeper and manages to position his thumb on my clit. He massages the hood ever gently, but rhythmically. I am gasping with this rhythm, but my gasps are muffled because his mouth is on mine. He takes his time with this, but the pressure of his thumb becomes more intense. And now he is on my breasts again with his mouth and I am engulfed in warmth and pleasure and I cry out loudly. I can feel the build to the finishing...the orgasm, yes? I can feel it coming. And then I think my whole body spasms with pleasure, my limbs stiffen, my hips buck, I am gripping the bed tightly with my hands. The waves of ecstasy, over and over again.

I relax, breathing deeply. I have wanted this so much, but I must tell him it will be over. Perhaps though, not just yet...

For I can see, as he lies beside me, kissing my shoulder and breast, that he is very aroused still. And his cock is even more beautiful this way. I am not ready for him to be inside me just yet... I am tender after the orgasm yes? So I lean to face him, gently push him onto his back and plant kisses down his body. Down his chest - and I bite on his nipple on the way - down his belly - and I lick his navel and down until my head is between his legs. I gently suck on his balls one by one, my hands placed on each of his thighs. Then I grip the base of his cock in one hand and place my mouth over the tip. He groans as I start sliding my lips up and down, bringing his cock deeper into my mouth, closer to my throat. I fondle his balls as I increase the rhythm, sucking as I go, over and over and faster. He is making little groans, which are becoming deeper and more guttural.

'Anna...I'm...I'm cumming.'

I keep my mouth in place, but my rhythm is so much faster now (I do not deep throat him. I don't want to gag), his breathing becoming deeper, groans more intense, and then suddenly his whole body jerks, he bucks his hips and he cries out and my mouth is filled with his salty creamy essence. He is bucking his hips as he ejaculates more and I keep sucking. And then he is spent. He relaxes, his cock shrinks a little and I am there with his cum running down my chin.

I know now I must kiss him. He doesn't flinch as I move back up and place my lips in another deep, but more tender kiss and his tongue finds his way into my mouth as he enfolds me in his arms and caresses my back. I wonder what it is like to taste himself in this way.

I pull away and tenderly, stroke his face.

'You need a shave,' I say smiling.

'I was waiting quite a long time,' he jokes.

It takes a while for the mental translation, but then I get it and laugh aloud.

'Come,' I say, 'I have some razors. For my legs, but they will work for you.'

And so, we are in the bathroom. He is just finishing his shave and I am pressed against his back, stroking his cock, which is starting to rise in my hand. He grins, using a flannel to wipe the remaining foam from his face. Then he turns to face me and pulls me close. I can feel his hardening member pressed against me. I grind my hips against him a little and he places his hand on my bottom and squeezes.