In this chapter, he gets treated like a king by an elegant lady.
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Rachael
I was pleasantly surprised to see Rachael at my door when I opened it. She was the owner and head chef of 'La Petite Maison', an exclusive bistro that specialized in French and Mediterranean cuisine, and she was carrying two large insulated food containers. As I helped her carry the food into my kitchen, I was taken to a whole new level of pleasure by the aromas emulating from the food concealed in them.
She took one look at me in my worn jeans and undershirt and said in her foreign sounding accent, "Oh, this will not do, you must dress for dinner." and motioned for me to change. I understood what she meant, and retired to the bedroom. I had showered that morning, but I needed a shave, so I lathered up and got rid of my stubble. I dressed in the same Armani suit that I had worn when I took Zelda out to dinner at Eddie's and gave my black wingtips a quick buff before tying them on.
When I walked into the dining room, the table was set for two. The food looked as good as it smelled, and the three separate wines were perfectly matched to each of the courses we ate. I will not bore you by describing the food because I could not pronounce, let alone understand what we were eating.
I know there was shrimp, some type of fish, and veal, all garnished with fruits and vegetables in sauces that were so delicate, my taste buds felt like they were having an orgasm. I don't remember more, because my dinner guest, and my server, was as beautiful as the food was delicious. I had seen her before, but never dressed as she was that night. Rachael looked ten years younger than the forty-seven years I knew she had lived.
She was nearly six feet tall in the four inch heels she walked around in effortlessly. Her hair was shoulder length, straight and shiny black. Her skin looked like porcelain, and her eyes were as green as a forest glen. She was wearing a lavender chiffon dress that fit her perfectly, hugging her slim waist, and caressing her curvaceous hips and breasts, the latter struggling to escape the confines of her strapless bodice.
I loved the sound of her melodious voice, her accent sounding like a mixture of French and Dutch, which I would later discover was actually Belgian. I really don't remember much of what she said during dinner because I was so entranced by her poise and beauty. I thought to myself, 'This woman is so far out of my league it hurts.' When dinner was finished, she sent me to the living room, and when she had dispensed with the leftover food and dishes, she brought two pieces of tiramisu and two very strong cups of coffee into the living room and placed them on the coffee table.
She sat next to me on the couch and started talking to me about how much she admired me and the love I shared with my Mary. She told me that she had never been married, and had never been with a man. She had never felt the need because her career had always taken precedence over 'personal things'. When the ladies in the neighborhood approached her with their proposal, she said she had hesitated at first, but then realized that I might be her 'last chance' to really become a woman.
I told her that she was already a woman, and asked her if she had ever masturbated herself to an orgasm. She blushed and said that she had, although she had never inserted anything 'inside her'. I told her that would be no problem, and asked her if she was still menstruating. She told me that she had some trouble fifteen years ago, and had undergone a hysterectomy. I thanked her for her frankness, and told her I would be gentle.
We finished our dessert and coffee, and I took her hand and led her into the bedroom. I asked her to sit on the foot of the bed, and asked her if she had ever seen a man naked. When she nodded, I started to slowly undressed in front of her. When I slipped out of my boxers, she looked like she would faint. I walked over to her, took her hands and placed them on my penis. As it started to come alive she said, "Mon Dieu, how will this ever fit inside of me?"
I told her not to worry, that my Mary was a small woman, and it fit inside of her when we made love on our wedding night. I asked her to stand, and I undressed her slowly and gently until she stood nude in front of me. I told her how beautiful she was, as I caressed her and kissed her eyes, nose and then her mouth, she started to relax and dropped her hands to her sides.
I pulled back the covers of the freshly made bed and asked her to lie down. I climbed in next to her, and turned off the light, leaving the room bathed in the candles I had lit when we first entered the room. I told her that I would not do anything to hurt her, and that I would stop if she wanted me to.
She said, "Please Joe, take me now, I trust you." I started by kissing her on her mouth, and slowly worked my way down her neck, across her collarbone and spent some time caressing, and kissing her firm breasts that filled my hands to overflowing. I nibbled and sucked on her large, dark red nipples, and she started to moan.
I kissed my way down to her navel, and when I stuck my tongue into it she giggled (are all women's belly buttons ticklish?). I kissed my way down to her mound that was covered with thick, but very soft black hair. When I saw that her very tight looking vulva was starting to leak and I noticed the aroma of her arousal.
I skipped down to her knees, and gently pressed on them, opening her legs. I started kissing and licking up the inside of her shapely thighs, slowly working my way toward her treasure. When I got closer to her vulva, she was leaking much more than before. I gave her one lick from her perineum to her hood, that was still hiding her clitoris. This caused her to moan louder and shudder.
I spread her outer labial lips open, and French kissed her inner lips, causing her to exclaim, "Mon Dieu!" I stuck out my tongue, and delved between her inner lips to the entrance of her vagina. Every time I drove my tongue into her vagina, she raised her hips to meet my intrusion, and her juices started to really flow.
As I was doing this, my nose touched her now exposed clitoris and she started to shake. I pulled back and saw that her eyes were closed and that she was grasping her breasts. I stuck my fingers into her vagina, and found that special 'bumpy' spot inside, and as I stroked it, I took her clitoris in my mouth and sucked gently on it.
This caused her vagina to clamp down on my finger, her hips to rise off of the bed, her body to shake uncontrollably, and her to scream at the top of her lungs, while her thighs trapped my head between them. When she stopped shaking and let go of my head, she collapsed on the bed semiconscious.
I crawled up next to her and held her and when she came around, she said, "What did you just do to me Joe?"
I answered her, "I just gave you an orgasm. I thought you said you'd had one before."
She replied, "I thought I had, but it never felt like that. Mon Dieu, that was mind altering."
She was still trembling so I held her until she calmed down more, and asked her, "Rachael, you said that you had never been with a man, but I didn't feel a hymen when I was 'down there'. When the doctor did your hysterectomy, did he go in through your vagina?"
She thought for a minute, and said, "Yes, will that make a difference when you put that big thing in me?"
