Friday - Nice
James opened one eye, then the other, and his surroundings slowly came into focus. He turned his head and the vision of the body that lay next to him almost took his breath away. Jasmine, still asleep, was splayed across the bed, barely covered by the sheets that they had left a mess from the previous night. James didn't want to wake her quite yet; he wanted to just look at her as she slept. The brightness of their room and the French morning sun would wake her soon enough. He quietly observed her extraordinary beauty.
She was laying on her back, the sheet stretched across her lower belly. One hand was above her head, one to her side, and her hair was a mass of mahogany curls, disheveled from the previous night's strenuous activities. In this position her breasts lay proudly on her torso, defying gravity with their rounded softness. Her pink nipples pointed toward the ceiling and, even in a non-aroused state, begged for attention.
James smiled as he watched her in slumber and recalled the heated interchange of the night before. Their bodies had slammed together with such urgency and need. The breasts that lay so silently still now had been bouncing and jiggling madly with each desperate thrust as James entered her body over and over again. He could lay there and watch her forever, but decided that they had a full day ahead and waking up soon might be a good idea. And who knew how long it might actually take them to get out of bed?
He leaned over quietly and, in the softest way, opened his mouth to gently lick and kiss the nearest nipple. He felt her body stir and a quiet moan escape her lips. He got up on one elbow and leaned over further to lavish the same attention on her other nipple. Her hand came up, eyes still shut, and softly caressed his head.
"Mmm, James. What a nice way to wake up. Wish I could wake up this way every day," she murmured softly.
"I'm not sure I'd ever let you get out of bed, Jasmine," he replied.
She smiled. "I could handle that," she said. "The real world is way over-rated. We could just stay in bed forever," she joked.
"Just lay there and let me touch you," James whispered. He pushed the sheet down so her body was exposed and began to run the fingertips of his right hand up and down her long lean body. He could see his touch was having the desired effect as she began to stir and respond.
Touching her face caused her to smile. Grazing her breast with the softest touch imaginable caused her nipple to stiffen slightly and a beautiful feminine moan escape her lips. She cooed softly and her body squirmed with a feline grace. As his hand wandered lower and slid over her hairless pudendum, he could feel her hips rise, inviting him to explore further.
Before long they were locked in a kiss that grew from a gentle morning wake up kiss to a passionate breathy lip lock. She reached down for his hardness and pulled him to her, wanting him inside her - again.
While their sex the previous night had been desperate and animalistic, bordering on rough, their morning union was intimate love-making at its best. They took their time, they enjoyed touching and exploring each other's skin, and relished the moment when James entered her.
Where last night had been deep pounding sex, this morning they each acknowledged the joy of feeling James enter her inch by glorious inch. They were in no hurry. They were both focused on the here and the now and their orgasms built up slowly and surely, powered by a desire to be in the moment and totally in tune with one another.
By the time they were finished and ready to emerge from bed, the sun was up and shining through the large windows, beckoning them to explore the day ahead. They eventually arose, showered together and dressed. After breakfast they took off to explore the city. They took a bus north from town and visited the Matisse Museum. They returned to walk the Promenade des Anglais along the water and eventually wandered into the Old Town to find a quiet place for lunch. Afterwards they explored the Old City and climbed up the hill to the Parc du Mont Boron.
They returned to the hotel tired and needing a little rest. They went their separate ways, planning to meet around 7 to head out on the town. Jasmine went to the gym, then hung out topless by the pool before returning to hunker down in her room. James did some work and took a nap, wanting to be fortified for the approaching evening.
At 7 they met in the common room. Jasmine was wearing a slinky orange sundress and high heels. It was cut low enough to be provocative, but still provide a hint of her glorious soft bust. It was buttoned up the front and a few buttons had been strategically and teasingly left unfastened. Her breasts bounced ever so slightly as she walked; a testament to the flimsy little bra she must be wearing underneath. Her time poolside had given her skin a warm glow and she looked ready to take on the world - and the Nice night.
James was dressed casually in black and Jasmine thought he looked good enough to eat right there on the spot. But they were determined to behave themselves and save the fun for later. They took a cab to a lovely little bistro in the same neighborhood as the club where they would meet Sophie and settled in for a nice dinner and a bottle of wine.
Before long Jasmine steered the conversation toward the past.
"So, James. I told you about some of my past exploits on the train ride down. Tell me some of your secrets. Tell me about the best sex you've ever had," she asked.
"You want me to replay last night?" he asked quizzically.
Jasmine smiled. "No. Present company excluded. I want to hear something from your past. Some memorable moment or woman," she clarified.
James pondered the question for a moment, then touched Jasmine's hand softly and began his story.
"Well, I'll tell you something from my deep dark past, Jasmine. It's from a long time ago and happened when I was quite inexperienced. But, to this day, it remains one of the more exciting sexual experiences I ever had."
"Ohh, goodie," she replied, excitedly, clapping her hands. "I'm all ears." She settled into the story.
"Well, I was twenty, a junior in college and spent the year in Florence on a year-abroad program. At that time I'd only had one serious girlfriend, so while I wasn't a virgin, my experiences to that point had been limited to high school petting with my girlfriend."
"Our group arrived in Florence in late August and stayed in a large pensione the first week before moving to permanent digs. It was a large expansive place and there were many other student groups there from other countries, including a large group from Germany. I remember watching them file past going to dinner one night and in the midst of the group was one of the most stunning girls I had ever seen."
James peered at Jasmine to gauge her level of interest and found her hanging on his every word with a smile. He continued.
"She was petite and slender and wearing tight black jeans and an even tighter red ribbed sweater that hugged the most beautiful set of breasts. She had long straight brown hair, huge brown eyes and a model beautiful face. I remember being awestruck."
"Mmmm, I bet," opined Jasmine.
"As luck would have it, her group was there for several of the days we were and I got to meet her, by chance, the next evening. All I can tell you is that we hit it off immediately and spent that first evening talking for hours. The next day we went for a long walk in Florence, we held hands and kissed on one of the bridges in what seemed like the most natural connection I had ever experienced with a woman. Until now, of course," James added with a smile. Jasmine listened intently, loving the way James told a story; immersing them in a tale from his distant past.
"Her name was Uma and she was eighteen and in her last year of high school. We enjoyed those few days together and promised to stay in touch once her group left and we stayed behind. We corresponded regularly through the fall and she invited me to visit with her family in northern Germany during our Christmas break. She was an only child and lived with her parents in a small town outside Dusseldorf in the industrial area of northern Germany."
"I remember being so excited to see her again and I know she felt the same. Our break came and I took the train to Frankfurt and another train north to her small town where she greeted me at the train station like a long lost lover."
James stopped to make sure Jasmine was still with him. She eyed him immediately. "What? Don't stop now. What happened?" James smiled and continued.
"Well, her parents spoke no English, so she became our interpreter. They were very conservative and it was hard for me to believe that such plain and simple people had produced such a stunningly sexy beauty. They lived in a very modest two story house and I was assigned Uma's room to sleep in as she took to a small extra bedroom down the hall. Her room shared a wall with her parent's room, so there was minimal privacy."
"We spent the week touring their town and the region in general and visiting with various friends and family. We had little time alone, but when we were alone - walking the dog in the woods or sitting in the living room when her parents were in the kitchen - we couldn't keep our hands off of one another. It was mid-winter and the only time we were away from the gaze of her hovering parents was when we were outside bundled up in layers of coats, hats and scarves. It was frustrating, to say the least, and the burning desire we felt for one another had no outlet."
"I love stories like this," Jasmine said dreamily.
