The Arrival Of Claudia - Part 3 - Sex Stories

The Arrival Of Claudia - Part 3

After a restless night because of the temperature, I woke up around half past ten. It took a few moments before I realized where I was. Claudia had gotten up earlier, probably to walk Milou. The large round plateau I was lying on looked more like a playing field, with the additional function that you could sleep on it. It occurred to me that this was most likely the place where she played every now and then with her girlfriend the photographer, who, as I had learned, was called Esther. After a shower and other morning rituals, I limited my clothing to a dark shirt that I fastened near the bellybutton with a flat knot, and a black leather-like string, which could be fastened or opened at the front with a pair of press studs on either side. As I went down the stairs, I heard the tones of Handel’s harp concerto, and in the kitchen I was enthusiastically greeted by Milou. Claudia was in the process of preparing a brunch. The only things she was wearing were an open hanging see-through short thing and a pair of high-heeled shoes with a solid base, made from a see-through material as well. The outfit had just one function: to make her look sexier yet than when she had been completely naked. Standing behind her, I cupped her breasts and kissed her neck. She turned around, drove her tongue into my mouth and grabbed into my crotch, a meanwhile normal greeting ceremony between us. Subsequently she complimented me on the choice of my clothing. The brunch was to be enjoyed on the ...

... terrace, in the comfortable shadow of a large parasol. We didn’t have to bother about being seen. Her house was the last in a row and the garden was surrounded by high shrubs, trees and wooden fences covered with ivy. We did neither have to be careful with our conversation and other sounds; the neighbors were away on their holidays. As far as the shaping of the day was concerned, we would make it a relaxing one, considering the warm weather. Obviously Milou had to be walked, for which we unfortunately would have to put on some clothes. We would make love whenever we felt like it, and we might do some reading. Furthermore, we planned to dine out, an intention I’d had for weeks, to be executed as soon as the opportunity would present itself. But first I would install the library. “I hope you will not find me impertinent,” I said, when she had fetched more coffee out of the kitchen, “but would you care to tell a bit more about your relation with Esther?” “That is not impertinent at all. Sooner or later I would have told you anyway. But is there a reason why you bring up the subject? “Well, it is curiosity in general, but I was especially triggered by one of the photographs you sent me. A spectacular one by the way. You were tied with ropes around your ankles and probably also around your wrists. I could not see that, because you were kneeling, presumably with your head resting on your arms. But another rope between your legs seemed to lead to your wrists, or your neck. Maybe the ...