Foreshadowing: A Night To Remember - Sex Stories

Foreshadowing: A Night To Remember

... was not in the mood to be modest or demure, not at all. I was walking along the halls of the place whose threshold I'd never thought I'd pass. And I was about to meet the mysterious figure that has inspired me in so many ways. Wasn't that too good to be true? The sense of surrealism was enhanced twice as I entered the Doudounes hall. The 16-years old Sophie's jaw would drop and she'd probably let out a shriek of disbelief. Yes, the large hall was exquisite, with rich ornaments, sensual fragrance of sin and decadence in the air. But that wasn't what struck me so much. I had expected to be served by naked waiters, I was half prepared to be received by my dinner companion wearing nothing but a mask. I expected us to eat caviar from a human plate or even more spicy scenarios. But when I was faced with the reality of the living statues of sensuality, I was shocked. Nothing could possibly prepare you for such a sight. There are no words in which I could convey the heat that possessed my body at seeing the man and woman frozen in classic stances. My attention was entirely engulfed by them. No doubt they were gorgeous. Their skin was immaculate, their body proportions were perfect, their dedication was striking. Not even a muscle of their bodies trembled. The man impersonating Michelangelo's David had dark, wavy hair, beautiful features and the type of deep sea green eyes most sentimental women instantly fall for. His olive skin and dark nipples seemed like a feast to the hungry ...

... lips and tongue. My gaze slid down to his manhood, still limp, as if in expectation, taking its break to unfold. I grinned to myself and thought that no matter what happened tonight I'd make sure that cock wouldn't remain in a state of indifference. My mouth was filled with saliva just from watching him. The lovely Venus across from him was his polar opposite. Her beautiful golden locks were showering down the elegant shoulders, in contrast with the dark blue irises of her eyes. She had wonderful breasts, not as large as mine yet so supple, perky and with delicious pale pink nipples. Right now they appeared hard and gooseprickled, the only sign of her arousal. However, my attention was entirely drawn to her pussy. I swear that this was the most perfect, succulent looking and beautiful sex I'd ever seen. The thin inner labia, the luscious outer lips were perfectly aligned and slightly wet. How I wanted to rub my forefinger on the hood of her elegant clit and bring her in a state of full arousal. From the moment I looked between the woman's lips I was possessed by the desire to kneel before the goddess and lick her delicious cunt till she exploded in my mouth. I hope I didn't blush. I've been questioning whether I was bisexual or just bi-curious but I've never had a chance to confirm my doubts. Once at college my best friend and I got drunk and made out sloppily. Then we were way too embarrassed to talk about it. As I raised my eyes from the delta of 'Venus' I finally paid ...