The night began to chill, as the mid-summer's sun slowly set on the Louisiana bayou. The city came to life, almost magically, with the darkening sky. The streets slowly filled with patrons making their way from place to place, hoping to catch a mere glimpse into the secrets hiding deep within the heart of the cold city. Behind the dark knowing eyes of the locals, down the dark alleyways lurking in the shadows, in every storefront and on every street corner lies the absolute presence of an undeniable power. A power so dark and evil, that which couldn't possibly be fathomed by mere mortals.
Vincent and Gabrielle arrived in New Orleans just in time to enjoy the evening's festivities. Once they'd had their fill of food and drink, they settled down to relax on their terrace overlooking the hotel's courtyard. The melodic rhythm of the music coming from the band down below filled the air as Vincent slowly sank into the overstuffed, dark leather chair, while Gabrielle rubbed the tension from his aching shoulders.
Gabrielle bent closer to him and burned a trail of soft wet kisses around the back of his neck sensually, lingeringly making her way from one side to the other. She sucked on his earlobes, her warm breath driving him wild with desire.
Slowly removing Vincent's shirt, Gabrielle grazed his bronze flesh, taunting him as she manipulated the buttons. He was completely relaxed by her gentle touch and groaned with obvious pleasure as she took his pert, hard nipple into her soft warm mouth. Further she sucked with increasing intensity, and louder Vincent's groans became.
Just as the pleasure became unbearable for Vincent to take, Gabrielle took his throbbing cock into her hand and began stroking rhythmically. Vincent could hardly contain himself as his cock further hardened within her tight grip, the ecstasy nearly too much to take. Gabrielle lowered her head, enveloping Vincent's swollen shaft within her soft warm mouth. She sucked profusely, nearly bringing Vincent to orgasm, stopping just seconds before. She stood, slowly freeing herself from the confines of her own binding clothing, never breaking eye contact with Vincent. He stroked his hard shaft while he watched Gabrielle. She was sensuous, and fluid in her movements.
Vincent grew more excited with every tantalizing glimpse of new flesh. Gabrielle slowly removed her buttons until her was completely open, exposing her full breasts, taut nipples, and washboard stomach. She unfastened her pants and removed them, slowly bending over for Vincent to view her shaven, bejeweled pussy, which was already moist with desire. He inwardly longed for her to hurry, not being able to withstand much more of this sweet torture.
Almost instinctively, Gabrielle stripped her pants off and started walking towards Vincent, her eyes heavy with desire. She reached down and teasingly rubbed her wet clit, raised her hand to her mouth and sucked her juices from her fingers.
Vincent, his gaze still affixed on her, instantly knew he must have some of the same. He stood, offering her his seat, and knelt down before her. Gabrielle felt the warmth of his breath dance across her bare flesh as his mouth closed in on her throbbing wet pussy. He spread her outer lips exposing her inner sweetness he so desired and plunged his tongue hungrily within her. Oh how he loved the essence of her as it wafted up filling his nostrils. He breathed her in deeply, completely, while he continued to love her with his mouth.
In one fluid motion, Vincent scooped Gabrielle up in his arms, took her seat, and placed her in his lap, upon his thick hard shaft. Gabrielle moaned with sheer delight as he slowly slid his way into her, filling her completely to the very core of her being.
Their bodies were intertwined in a tangle of flesh. Their souls merging, becoming one as they melted together in a climactic explosion. From the very tips of their fingers right down through their toes. Every individual nerve ending exploding with pleasure.
Vincent came with such intensity and force that he felt as though he was being ripped in two. Gabrielle felt the heat as his hot cum flooded her tight wet pussy. She too, came with incomparable intensity and measure. Her pussy throbbed and pulsated in a climactic frenzy, her cum soaking Vincent's cock. She then turned around and put her mouth on his cock, which was soaking wet with their mingling juices. He too drank the same nectar from her pussy as she lowered it to his mouth.
As they both settled into post climatic bliss, Gabrielle repositioned herself and curled up in Vincent's arms, resting her head upon his chest. He smoothed her tousled curls from her face and tenderly placed a kiss upon her brow as they both drifted off to sleep.
Gabrielle woke the following morning to find the sky clear, and free of any clouds. The sun was slowly rising, casting rays of golds and ambers upon dawn's new day. She opened the french doors that lead out onto the terrace and stepped outside. She took in a deep breath, filling her lungs to capacity with the clean fresh air.
The building was very old, and quite beautiful to say the least. It had been completely overgrown with ivy, allowing only a peak here and there of the dark stone. She leaned against the black iron rail that enclosed the terrace, admiring the courtyard below. Just as the rest of the historical building, the courtyard was completely covered in ivy. It flourished in the corners where the walls met the floor, and in the cracks amongst the cobblestones. It gave the courtyard unique character, a sense of depth, and a sense of life.
Gabrielle wondered what stories would be told, if these walls had the means to do so. Although there still lay the presence of an unknown, yet undeniable darkness, it's power and intensity had been subdued with the rising sun. As she stood pondering this thought, her attention was suddenly averted.
A man's voice was coming from the other side of the courtyard. Gabrielle glanced up and there was the Stranger, staring back at her. He appeared unnaturally still. There was no way the words she'd just heard had come from this man's mouth, which also remained suspiciously still.
He stood on the terrace directly across from her own. Such as herself, he was clad in nothing but the white terry robe provided by the hotel. In spite of the thick dense material hanging past his knees, she was able to see he was quite a bit taller, and certainly larger than average, however still somewhat unassuming.
Gabrielle made eye contact with him, his piercing gaze seemed to burn right through to her very soul. As a charming smirk crept across his face, she came to the uneasy realization that he'd witnessed she and Vincent's lovemaking the previous evening. Being taken by total surprise, Gabrielle was completely dumbfounded. Before she could muster some sort of response, the Stranger vanished seemingly into thin air.
Gabrielle turned to go find Vincent and fill him in on what had just occurred. To her surprise, he'd been standing behind her all along and heard first hand, the Stranger's explicit words of praise. This excited the hell out of Vincent, knowing that this intriguing and somewhat unsettling Stranger had been watching them. Just knowing that the Stranger stroked his own cock as he watched Gabrielle seductively sucking on his.
Ah, the sweet seductive pleasure. He could feel her warm mouth enveloping his full swollen cock all over again. The image was oh so vivid in his mind. With that, he turned to Gabrielle and gestured for her to sit down. He slowly parted her legs, and sensually rubbed his hands up her inner thighs as he did so. It was one fluid motion, which, in conjunction with the need and desire in Vincent's eyes, instantly aroused her beyond belief.
He knelt down in front of her, pulling her closer to him, as well as the edge of the chair. Deeply breathing her in, he became intoxicated by the perfume of their mingled juices. His cock throbbed and grew even harder as his mouth neared her pussy. Slowly teasing, he watched her eyes dance, becoming more turned on the closer he got.
