“I can’t believe we never thought about Germany for a holiday; it looks awesome!”
“Yes. Look at that scenery!”
“I can’t wait to go skiing. Imagine, we can go every weekend, not just for a holiday.”
Lisa laughed. “You will have to work. I, on the other hand, will be able to go with Fritz and his gorgeous mates.”
“Who is this Fritz guy, then?” he replied with mock indignation.
“Oh, he’s my hunky German friend from the office.”
She rolled over so that she could see his face, placing the iPad on the floor next to them and resting her chin in her hands. He smiled down at her, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
“In that case, I will have to find a Helga.”
She laughed again. “They don’t call all their daughters Helga, Michael!”
“And they don’t call all their sons Fritz, Lisa!”
Michael picked the empty bottle of chardonnay out of the ice bucket, before returning it with an audible sigh.
“Should I open another one?”
“No, darling, let’s go to bed.”
She moved up onto all fours and kissed him hard on the lips. Smiling, he jumped to his feet and helped her up.
“Now that’s the second best offer I’ve had this week.”
“We will see about that!”
Taking his hand, she led him away to their upstairs bedroom, both of them giggling all the way up the stairs, like silly children. Only when she started to undress did they become quiet. Lisa had an amazing body, and she knew it. She also had no inhibitions and slipped off the cream wool sweater, letting it fall seductively to the floor. The jeans followed, leaving her in just her bra and knickers. As she turned slowly to face him, he had to catch his breath. Despite knowing her since University, dating her for five years, and being married for thirteen, she still made him feel like a teenager when she got naked. She was three years his junior, but to look at her, you would swear she was still in her twenties. She beamed at him and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra strap. Her breasts were full, round, and immune to the effects of gravity. Her erect nipples reminded him of the limited space his jeans allowed around his growing manhood. Hurriedly, he pulled at them, struggling with the buttoned fly, making her giggle again.
“I’m not going anywhere, you know.”
“You may not be, but if I don’t give this a bit of space, I could do myself an injury.”
“Ah, self-control issues again, Mr Jarvis?”
“Sexy bod, Mrs Jarvis?”
She moved slowly towards him, helping him out of his fitted shirt. He too had a body he could be proud of—a daily exercise regime had helped to keep the middle-aged spread at bay. His body was toned without being ripped. His six pack had a healthy look to it, and his skin was soft to the touch, with hardly a blemish. They held one another for a second, and she breathed him in. He had a smell all his own; even when he didn’t shower, he smelt great.
It’s unfair, she complained to herself.
“God, you smell good,” she said aloud.
“So do you.”
Putting his arms around her, he pushed his fingers into her knickers, cupping her bum in his hands. It was warm, round, and he loved the feel. As he lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and they shared a long kiss. Their tongues pushed together, tasting, touching. He lowered her onto the bed, keeping her crotch pressed firmly against his own, tilting her forwards so that her shoulders sank deep into the thick white duvet. They parted, and he ran his hands up her body to cup her breasts. Her olive skin contrasted with the white duvet and sheets, as he knelt between her legs and kissed her. He could taste her through her cotton panties, and it made him hungry for more. Pulling the material to the side, he drove his tongue deep inside her. She sucked in air and let out a long, appreciative moan as he made his way to her clitoris. Kissing, licking, and pulling her lips, pressing her buttons, he played her like a musical instrument until she thought she would burst. Her moans and sighs ebbed and flowed as he worked, spurring him on. Pulling his hands from her breasts, he again took her bottom and lifted her up to his mouth. She pressed herself into his face and felt the orgasm blast through her. Wave after wave of bliss flooded her.
My God, where did he learn to do that? she thought.
Still breathing hard, she pulled him up onto the bed, and they kissed again. She could taste herself, and it made her want him. Rolling him over, she pulled down his pants, releasing his penis to the night air. He was hot and hard. Kneeling on the bed, she took him in her mouth, running her lips over his length. Pushing him deep into her mouth, pulling and sucking at the same time, she began to taste him. She could feel his hand massaging her arse, then brushing over her wet groin. His fingers caressed and probed her, getting her started again. His other hand reached down to her breasts, and her thoughts turned back to his shaft. Letting her tongue run around his bell end, she sucked and kissed it, masturbating him with her right hand. Watching her work, he could hardly believe his luck,
This beautiful creature is sucking my cock.
She picked up the pace, and his body replied. He could feel it building, and he gave her warning.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.”
With that, the semen burst from his member. Her timing, as usual, was perfect; she allowed it to pass her face with inches to spare, arcing through the air and onto his stomach. He jerked four more times but remained silent. He rarely made a sound during their lovemaking. It had bothered her to begin with, but he assured her it had nothing to do with the pleasure he was having. She, on the other hand, was a screamer, and his fingers were now pushing deep into her, one then two, maybe three, stretching her, but she was so wet she didn’t care. Pressing down onto his hand, helping his fingers deeper and deeper into her, she panted and cried out with every thrust. She reached her second climax in a crescendo of sexual noise, before falling back on top of him, spent and fulfilled. She remained there a while, enjoying his warmth, his smell, letting his juices bond them together.
I feel safe with this man. He is my life. The thought completed the evening. All she had ever wanted was to be loved and cared for, and Michael fulfilled that need.
“We better get some sleep, Michael, big day tomorrow.”
She lifted off him, smiled, kissed him lightly, and headed off into the bathroom. Michael lay still on the bed, relaxed, his mind fighting away the urge to sleep. He stared at the ceiling, wondering.
Could life could get any better than this? Somehow, he doubted it.
9
The doorbell rang at exactly 9:00 am. Michael answered the door to the suited chauffeur. His engraved name badge revealed that Heinz would be their driver today.
“Can I get those?” the chauffeur asked in a thick German accent, pointing at the luggage in the hallway.
“Sure, thanks.”
The chauffeur was built more like an Olympic weightlifter than a taxi driver, so much so that his suit looked rather uncomfortable, restricting the circulation in his arms and thighs. He picked up the cases as if they weighed nothing and made his way back to the car.
“Are you ready?” Michael called into the kitchen.
They had skipped breakfast after their exertions from the night before in favour of a few more minutes’ sleep, and Lisa was making them some sandwiches.