Monique

Monique BATTRATT

Author's note: This is a sequel to Rediscovering Passion -- By Design. It is meant to be a stand alone story, but the original provides more information on character development.

The embossed bronze plaque on the stone pillars at the open gate, signified 'DUMONT ESTATE', confirming I had successfully reached my target destination.

The large fluffy snowflakes, that began falling as I left Quebec City, twenty minutes before, continued as I drove my pickup truck into the shelter of the mansion's portico.

The historic two-story stone chateau, overlooking the Saint Lawrence River, was an incredible setting.

With some nervous anticipation, I cranked the manual bell in the large wooden door, and waited for it be answered,. A minute later, I twisted the bell knob again. When there was no reply to a third attempt, I retreated to my 4 x 4 to leave.

"Max Bennett!......I'm here," a breathless voice called out in a noticeable French-Canadian accent.

"Ms. Dumont?" I asked.

"Monique, please."

The woman waiting for me, had a water bottle in hand and a towel around her neck, partially covering a colourful perspiration-soaked spandex exercise outfit. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore a sweat soaked headband.

"My apologies." She gasped. "I was expecting you but got distracted by my workout. Please come in."

Monique led me though the main foyer and great room to the farm style kitchen. She retrieved a bottle of orange juice from the fridge, and I declined her offer of a beverage.

"Sophie tells me you are looking for a place to live. Is that right?"

The Sophie she referred to is my current employer and Monique Dumont's daughter. She had suggested that it would be mutually beneficial for me to be a tenant in the large residence that her sixty-one-year-old mother lived in by herself.

By way of full disclosure, I am a 27-year-old engineer and had a brief affair with Sophie, a 41-year-old architect. It happened when we got snowed in at her residence/design studio, a week earlier.

Sophie, a heartbroken widow, had lost the love of her life five years before. Apparently, I reminded Sophie of her husband at the time they started their love affair, enough to rekindle her desire for intimacy.

After two days of the most intense sex I had ever experienced, we agreed that for the sake of maintaining a professional working relationship, it should only be a one-time thing,. The brain in my head conceded it was the right decision. The one in my pants, not so much.

In answer to her question, I replied. "My current arrangement with a local family, expires next week. They need the room I rent for their first child, who is expected any day."

"Well, I am not looking for a boarder, but Sophie seems to think we could help each other out. I do have a room available, if you are interested. Let me take you on a tour, and you can decide."

Escorting me back through the great room, she spoke, "As you could see from the scaffolding outside, the place is under an extensive renovation. Except for my home office, the main level has been completed. The second level is another matter." she said as we ascended the curved staircase in the vaulted foyer.

To one side of the second floor landing, access was restricted by a temporary dust barrier wall of plastic sheeting.

"That will be the primary bedroom and ensuite bathroom. The space has been demolished and construction is currently on hold while I decide on some design changes."

Turning the other way, two doors were visible from the landing area.

Monique pointed to the one on the right and said, "This is my temporary bedroom."

Next, she led me through the other door. "Renos to this side of the floor have been completed. This would be your room."

The bedroom was quite large and was decorated in a pleasing masculine theme with a queen bed, two comfortable recliners in front of a wall mounted large screen TV and a roll top desk against the far wall.

I could easily picture myself living in comfort here. None of my accommodations since graduation could challenge the luxury this offered.

Ushering me through another door, she led me into an impressive bathroom suite. A separate room housed the water closet and bidet. The main area had a double vanity, free standing tub and a massive walk-in shower with heads, nozzles, dials and knobs, worthy of a NASA control centre.

"This is a shared bathroom with my temporary bedroom she said, indicating the door at the opposite end. We will have to share for the time being. Is that a deal breaker?"

"That part isn't prohibitive, but I am not sure I can afford to rent this kind of luxury."

"If you are you willing to provide services to offset rent, I am sure we can reach an amicable agreement."

"I would be more than happy to do that."

"Let's talk terms then." Monique said with a wry smile. "Can you cook?"

"I can fry an egg and warm a can of soup."

"Okay, we can work on that." She spoke. "I propose that you provide assistance in the maintenance of the house and property. Sophie tells me you are a Mr. Fix It. There is always something around here that needs fixing."

"I can do that."

"Good. Would an even trade of room and board for handy man services be acceptable?"

After a moment of stunned silence, I said. "More than fair. When can I move in?"

Four hours later I returned with my meager belongings, to find another car parked in the portico.

Monique met me at the door and said, "when you are settled, come down and join my friend and I for a 'Welcome home' cocktail."

While I had been away, my new landlord had transformed herself from the sweaty and disheveled fitness diva I met earlier. She now wore a very appealing short dress. Her bare feet and legs instantly reminded me of Sophie. Her shoulder length auburn hair swished sensuously when she moved. Her large brown eyes sparkled as she beamed a toothy smile.

I organized my clothing and toiletries before returning to the main level. Monique rose as I entered and introduced me to her guest. "Max, meet Jocelyn Bourassa."

Her friend approached and gave me a light embrace with 'air kisses' to both sides of my face.

"Pleased to meet you Max, Monique has been telling me all about you." The sly grin she showed, made me wonder what Ms. Dumont had told her.

Like Monique, Jocelyn was a woman in her early to mid sixties. About 5'-4" in height, she was full figured. Attractively Rubenesque would be an apt description of her stature. She was nicely dressed and wore no jewelry, save the subtle, eye-catching emerald studs in her earlobes. She exhibited self-confidence, and the short silvery hair seemed to indicate a lack of vanity that made me believe she was comfortable with who she was.

Over drinks and appetizers, I watched the two interact with a comfort that confirmed the nature of their lifelong friendship. It came to light that Jocelyn's husband had died of a heart attack almost three years ago. She was financially secure, having sold the business that she and her husband had built together.

With most of the attention focused on Jocelyn, Monique remained somewhat mysterious. I realized that all I knew about her was that she was a serious triathlete, and that was from information that Sophie had imparted to me previously. There had been no mention of her career or personal relationships. Still, I found her intriguing and looked forward to getting to know her better.

I remained silent for the most part, as the two friends chatted.

"How is your love life these days?" Monique asked.

"Well as you know, I have been seeing Garrett Lawson. He is quite a good lover, but at almost 70, he is only good for one time. And then he needs a couple of days before he is ready to go again."

The two friends spoke as if I wasn't there.

"I can sympathize." Monique agreed. "Maybe we need to find younger lovers."

Monique prepared dinner while Jocelyn and I sat at the breakfast bar and quaffed a delicious Italian wine.

Out of the blue, Jocelyn spoke, "Monique tells me you are attracted to older women."

The comment caught me by surprise as I chocked on the wine I was sipping.

"Sophie and I have no secrets." Monique said with hearty laugh. "Neither do Jocelyn and I."

"I think it would be a good idea if you became our lover." Jocelyn said, touching my hand gently.

When I recovered from the brashness, I asked. "Are you always this direct?"

"Monique and I have entered what we call the 'No bullshit' phase of life. We say what we think and apologize for nothing."

"Here, here!" Monique chimed in while raising her glass in agreement.

"What is it that makes you find 'mature women' attractive?" Jocelyn asked. "Women our age don't have the tight bodies and perky tits that twenty something ones do."

"Well, I guess if I am honest, it's the attitude you just described. I like intelligent, self-assured women. Younger women are too high maintenance emotionally. As for the bodies, I find the curves and softness of a mature woman to be incredibly desirable."

"Monique, I think we have a real find here." Jocelyn chuckled. Turning to me, she said. "Think about the offer to be our lover."

Monique remained silent with the hint of wry smile.

For the rest of the evening, I felt a mixture of slight discomfort of being auditioned for a starring role in their love life and a high level of arousal and anticipation at the thought of actually winning the part.

Jocelyn left a short time later, giving me full body embrace and a light kiss on the lips.

Twenty minutes later, I was in my bed masturbating to mental images of the sexy women I had spent the better part of the day with.

The next morning, I was in the high-tech shower, trying to determine which of the controls to operate, just to have a simple shower.

Monique startled me, when she said. "Need help?"

Before I could answer, she dropped her robe and joined me, adjusting the settings to achieve a gentle rain shower flow of perfectly tempered water.

My attention, rivetted on her, brought back memories of Sofie. Although similar in stature, she had more curves, a larger bust with a slight droop. Her nipples and areolas were larger and a darker shade of brown. My cock signaled approval of the vision before me.

My gaze moved to her thick patch of pubic hair. 'I love a woman with a full bush.' I thought to myself.

Monique moved behind me and soaped her body all over, before pressing into my back and moving seductively against me. "Better than a loofah, don't you think?" As I was enjoying the slippery contact from behind, she reached around and applied soap to my penis and balls. Next, she started jerking me in a gentle rhythm.

Fearing I was about to blow my load, I grasped her hand and said, "Slow down, I'm so close."

As the water rinsed us clean of soap, I turned and kissed her for the first time. Her soft full lips responded to mine and soon our tongues were gently dueling as we continued kissing.

I flexed my knees slightly to match her height, allowing my cock to rub against her bush. When I lifted her leg and sought entry to her pussy, she stopped me and turned around. As she reached out to lean against the wall and bent forward, I knew what she wanted. She reached down between her legs and guided me in.

When I started massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples, she moaned and began to grind against me. With no warning, I felt her pussy clamp my cock more tightly and she thrashed against me as her orgasm overtook her. As it appeared to subside, I lowered my hand, and my fingers found her clit. The gentle manipulation brought on another orgasm, followed quickly by an incredible one of my own.

My knees threatened to buckle, but somehow, we stayed locked together for one more orgasm for her before the water ran cold.

The next morning, I found Monique making breakfast, dressed in a short tee shirt. I moved in behind her and ran my hands up her legs to her firm bare ass, before reaching around to feel her muff. When she pushed back against me, she said, "Does that thing ever go down?"

"Not around you."

She lowered my sweatpants and boxers, allowing my stiff rod to spring free. When she bent over the counter, my cock easily found the entrance to her moist pussy. We fucked at a frantic pace and when I sensed she was getting close, I moved my thumb to her ass and started to push the tip in.

Monique instantly froze and disengaged. A tear formed in her eye as I looked at her. She stiffened as I tried to embrace her. A moment later, she molded her body to mine in a tight embrace, and spoke. "You did nothing wrong. Perhaps we can talk about it sometime, but it's a very sensitive issue for me."

Later that day, Monique came to my room and put her arms around my neck. Gazing directly into my eyes, she kissed me softy and spoke. "A few years ago, I had a partner who continuously pressed me to have anal sex. Despite my apprehension, I agreed to give it a try. Without going into all the details, I suffered a great deal of pain because of my partner's impatience and insensitivity. I ended that relationship shortly after and have been too afraid to try it again."

I spent the rest of the day trying to comfort Monique. The next morning, she left for five days in Montreal.

While Monique was away, Jocelyn called with an invitation to her condo for dinner. I accepted eagerly.

Her penthouse apartment was in a refurbished two century old warehouse with an impressive view of the river and The Chateau Frontenac Hotel.

Jocelyn looked stunning as she greeted me wearing full length, brightly coloured caftan.

Apparently, air kisses were a thing of the past as she made prolonged contact with her lips on mine and hugged me with her full body in a lingering embrace. I wasn't certain, but I would swear she had no undergarments on.

After a sumptuous meal, we relocated to the living room in front of the fireplace to enjoy a snifter of brandy. She sat close, often touching my arm or leg as she talked easily and laughed freely.

Eventually, she stood and took my brandy glass, setting it on the coffee table in front of us. Next Jocelyn reached down and pulled her sarong up almost to her waist and sat on me, face to face, her legs straddling mine. A soft kiss followed. She reacted to my cock throbbing against her pussy by grinding into me in a slow rhythm.

My hands found the bare skin of her thighs and moved upward towards her derriere, confirming she indeed had nothing else on. I lingered on her ass cheeks for a bit before seeking her breasts. I felt her nipples harden when I gently tweaked them.

Impatiently, Jocelyn pulled the entire garment up over her head and threw it to the floor. She pulled my head to her breasts and my lips and tongue explored her magnificent orbs.

"Have you ever made a woman orgasm while sucking her nipples?" she whispered in my ear while writhing atop me. "I have super sensitive nipples, please don't stop."

I experimented with gentle bites and increased suction. Soon, she shouted that she was cumming and demanded I keep stimulating her nipples. The yelling subsided to a whimper and soon, she pushed my head away moaning, "too sensitive."

As she recovered, I gently eased her off me to a prone position on the sofa, giving me my first look at her naked body. It was truly a delightful vision of plumpness. When I kissed downward on her body, she used both hands to guide my head to her neatly trimmed pubic hair. As she opened her thighs, I was overcome by the intoxicating aroma of her dripping pussy. Eager to taste her juices, I sucked on her swollen outer lips and inserted my tongue as far as I could reach. When my tongue flicked her clit, she pushed into my face with an urgent need. I found her rosebud with my finger and caressed it lightly. She made a guttural demand to push it all the way in. When I complied, she bucked violently as she came again, clamping her legs tightly around my head. Her orgasm seemed to go for some time, before she slumped back in silence onto the sofa like a rag doll.

Jocelyn pulled me down beside her and molded herself into me. "Let me rest for a bit. I promise to give the time of your life, but you wore me out."

Soon she began to undress me. As my penis was released from the restrictive confines of my undies, she licked her lips and squealed, "I am going to love devouring this beauty." Soon, her fingers were caressing my balls and my cock was halfway down her throat. I had a happy ending a minute or two later.

Later, she spoke, "Stay the night." It was more of an order than a request. I put up no fight as she led me to her boudoir.

We made love twice more, once doggie style and then cowgirl. Eventually we surrendered to a coma like sleep.

I awoke the next morning to find her looking at me with an adoring smile. "You are quite an accomplished lover for someone so young. Do you like anal?" she asked.

"I don't know. I've never tried it."

"Next to mutual oral sex, taking it up the ass is my favourite. Are you game to try it?"

If the smile on my face had not provided the answer she desired, the hardness of my throbbing cock surely must have.

Jocelyn then rummaged through the drawer in her bedside table and handed me a bottle of lube. As she got onto her knees, she presented her ample soft ass to me. "Lots of lube, use your finger and get me ready." I followed every instruction, anticipating enjoying my greatest unfulfilled fantasy.

The sounds she made left no doubt that she was enjoying the stimulation my finger provided. "It's time. Lube your cock and push it in. Just a little at first.....and slow. Ahhhh, that's it. More now. Ohhh yes baby, that's it. OK slowly now, give it all to me and stop."

I was fully buried in her ass now, with my hands firmly grasping her hips. The feeling was even better than I had imagined it could be. A moment later, she began to move and I brought my chest to her back so that I could kiss her neck. When I reached around to fuck her with my finger, the grip on my dick tightened.

"I am about to lose it, babe." I whispered in her ear.

"Soooo close." She moaned. A couple of seconds later she shrieked, "Now. Fuck me....give it to me. Fill me up with your cum."

I don't know where it came from, but I gave her a cum blast that may have been the biggest ejaculation of my life.

As we fell to the bed, my cock slipped out of her beautiful ass, and she asked. "Was that good for you?"

When I couldn't find words to reply, she said, "I'll take that shit eating grin on your face as a yes."

Eventually, I found my voice and croaked, "I thought I was running out of new 'favourite' ways to fuck."

"Don't be a pessimist, we are just getting started."

Monique returned the next day. At dinner she looked at me and smiled. "Did you enjoy your time with Jocelyn?"

When I hesitated, she added, "Don't worry. It's all right. I told you we have no secrets. So, she tells me you had a first."

"This is new to me. I was raised to believe that intimacies should be confidential between the two people involved."

"Your choice, but just know this. Jocelyn and I will share all the details of every part of our lives. If you are having a problem with that, get over it. And don't forget, that includes sharing you. Another thing to remember is 'NO BULLSHIT' Now, take me to bed."

Monique and Jocelyn proved to be insatiable. I rarely slept alone, and I certainly wasn't about to complain. I either slept with Monique in her bed or Jocelyn with me in mine.

One dreary Saturday afternoon, Jocelyn and I were at opposite ends of the sofa, chilling and listening to music. Monique was reading a book in the adjacent armchair. Jocelyn was stretched out with her feet on my thighs. Soon she was wiggling her toes in my crotch and telling me to take my pants off.