The Protege chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Protege chapter 2

... please make me cum for you, I need it bad!" I slid them back out and sandwich my clit between two of them and began to work them wildly, bracing myself on the sink. "Oh Cynthia, baby I'm cumming for you, Oh, please yes, feels so g,good." I opened my eyes with my mouth wide open, "Aaaahhhhh! Yyyeeeessss!, Yes!, Yes! Oh God yes! "

My fingers moved so fast I could hear the sloshing sound of my juices against my screaming pussy. "Cumming for you... H, hard. Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! YYYYeeeesssss!" I moaned, legs stiff and trembling. I hoped the sink could hold my weight as I lost control of my legs.

As my orgasm passed, I panted heavily looking in the mirror, satisfied and horrified at the same time.

Knock! Knock! I nearly dropped on the floor. "You OK Leasie? Are you airsick?"

"I'm OK, be out in one minute," I composed myself.

"Sure? You sound a little distressed."

I wished I had just said, "Yes a little air sick," instead of, "I'm fine."

"Just had to pee, be right out," I said, awkwardly..

I thought I heard Cynthia make a comment under her breath, "Hell of a pee." but could not be sure. Then she spoke loud and clear, "Ok, going back to bed."

I cleaned myself with some hand soap and tissues, got dressed, and quietly crawled back to bed face to the wall. She did not stir or speak, which was a relief, and eventually I fell asleep.

When we awoke, she did not say another word about it. We got dressed and the plane landed. There ...

... was a limo waiting. Johnny loaded our bags and the whirlwind weekend began. The hotel was incredible, the suite had a living area with kitchenette and full bar. Off either side of the living were large bedrooms, each with its own double sink bathroom with walk in shower and full-sized tub.

As she outlined, we took about a two-hour nap before touring the sights of Paris. We were like two old besties having a good time in Paris for the weekend, barely talking any business. I managed to keep my lusty thoughts in check, even at the restaurant she loved so much. It was an intimate established family restaurant with all the ambiance you would expect in Paris. Saturday, we spent seven hours in the Louvre, examining every piece and discussing them all. Afterwards, we went to dinner which in itself is an event. We spent nearly three hours at the restaurant, where they even took us into the kitchen. They showed us the food they were making and we were allowed to taste it. It was like nothing I had ever experienced in the states. Cynthia had the duck confit and after seeing it simmering, I had to have the Bouillabaisse. It was amazing, even after the historical context, that it was a stew originally devised to use up parts and scraps that could not be sold at the market. I only managed to get lost in her eyes a time or two during dinner. She apparently didn't notice.

Then we walked for nearly two hours along the Seine River, in the moonlight in Paris... A dream come true.

Sunday ...