<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/HarlequinMask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Harlequin, Security</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>The patio --> Locker room --> The patio<br/><strong>When: </strong>Thursday, shortly after dinner, week 1<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Duchesse<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;"><br/>Harlequin nodded and smiled when she explained that kisses were something she desired. "As do I," he replied to loving them, quite eagerly in fact. In his experience, women often went from 'I can make out, but no sex...' to 'Oh god, please fuck me', if the -kisses- were done right. He knew that playing a woman's body against her was almost an art-form, and that physical pleasure could turn a woman's body against her own thoughts if she was aroused properly. And once her body turned, her mind would most often turn to putty. Only the most disciplined women could resist that temptation of pleasure. Lucky for Harlequin, there were too many guys out there who were just in it for the fuck-and-cum, and that was it. When a man proved himself a -worthy- lover, usually a wise woman would be unwilling to let him go so easily...<br/><br/>And now, he had the chance to seduce the most beautiful woman he had ever met. But she wasn't some young bird, inexperienced in such things. Duchesse was quite the opposite, experienced and likely every bit as disciplined as he assumed she would be. If anyone could resist his charms - or his skills - it would be her. Luring her into his 'clutches' would be enormously challenging... and maybe impossible, depending...<br/><br/>She tilted her head and replied to his 'accusation' that she was being 'greedy', suggesting she might push him to his limits. His smile was charming and confident when he spoke back to her. "I am sure you would put up a valiant effort, my lady. But in the end - I do believe your body will ache for my touch... even after you have succumbed to exhaustion. Fear not - I will make sure you make it to your bed - carrying you there myself.... and remaining with you to keep watch over you, of course," he teased suggestively. Oh, he'd do more than 'keep watch' over her... by the time he was done, his hands would know every inch of her skin...<br/><br/>He felt her shiver in response to some of his words, and he hoped that it was a shiver of anticipation. The thick slab of his flesh against her back was hot, warmer than his hands or legs against her body. Slowly she began to adjust, turning slowly to lie on her back, and he very slightly inched back to give her a -little- more room. The place they lay presented its own challenges - but it also forced them to be -very- close, which he appreciated. A moment later, she lay on her back, one hand up behind her head. Her slender, shapely thighs spread, one hooking over his legs, the other moved away from him, over the edge of the lounge seat, her foot coming to rest on the ground next to it. His eyes glanced down the sleek curves of her body - she'd feel his cock -pulse- strongly against her back, as if tapping her skin gently for attention. She was a sight to behold, and he had spied on her many times in the past, in one position or another with various clients. Now... apparently... he would have -his- turn with her.<br/><br/>She turned her head toward him, smiling mischievously. She spoke, her voice that of a siren, luring him in. She urged him to share his fantasies with her, to show her how he had fantasized about her... and he laughed softly.<br/><br/>"Oh, you would like that, wouldn't you?" he asked, his hand moving to gently glide fingertips along the exposed flesh in the valley between her sizable breasts. "You'd like me to do that, to mount you and thrust wickedly into you until I've spilled myself. You'd enjoy laughing at my plight, teasing me about being a young boy, unable to hold his seed...," he added, his finger-tips curling upward, up the steep mound of her left breast  until they reached her nipple where they played softly, teasingly running in circles around her areola - without touching her nipple quite yet.<br/><br/>"But no, mistress... <em>-you-</em> will lose yourself to me first. <em>And</em> -second-. Before I even get to feel the most exotic <em>silk</em> this world has to offer me...," he added confidently. Of course, she -could- command otherwise... hell, she could demand that he stand-up right now and jerk-off until he lost his load, and he'd have to do it if he wanted to keep his job. But he had the feeling she was more proud than -that-. Commanding him to do such a thing would be too damned <em>easy</em>. He had a feeling she enjoyed it most when a man lost control <em>-all on their own-</em>. When her body, her sexual aura was simply so strong it made a man do things she didn't need to command with words. That was how he pictured her, but he also knew he could be wrong. She might even grow bored and send him away before he even came close to a climax himself... but he'd have to do it, simply because of who she was.<br/><br/>"But I do hope, mistress, that you will allow me to fulfill -some- of my fantasies, at least, before you grow bored with me," he whispered, lowering his head toward hers. "Kissing... was definitely among them...," he added just before his lips brushed hers lightly, teasingly, but remained close enough for her to kiss if she desired it. Meanwhile, his fingers on her breast surrounded - and then gently closed in on her nipple, lightly squeezing for a moment, then his fingers spread wide and slowly went flat against her breast, groping it gently as he palmed it completely. A soft, 'Hmmmm...,' echoed from his throat as his lips brushed again, trying to tease her into a kiss, as his hand kneaded the huge orb in his palm, firmly lifting, feeling the size and heft of it in his palm...<br/><br/>Once their kiss met more firmly and began to deep, only then did his hand slid off her breast... and slowly descend down the front of her body, lower and lower as his tongue silently invited hers to meet...</div>