<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Duchesse.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Duchesse, Club Owner</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>Lounging Chair, on the patio<br/><strong>When: </strong>Thursday, shortly after dinner<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Harlequin<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">"I was hoping that your fantasies were a bit more varied than just mounting me like a teenager, actually." Duchesse said, and her tone had a hint of disappointment to it. Was it really all that he imagined? Were young men really so different? She could remember fantasies about the man who had become her husband, and they involved a lot of kissing, of touching, of foreplay before reaching the happy ending. "And I would have been extremely disappointed, rather than laughing, if that was really what you were going to do."<br/><br/>Her areola tightened under his touch, nipple hardening more than it already was to the point where it was almost painful. He was definitely a smooth talker. She let it slide and would until she felt that he buttered a bit too thick. It was flattering for the moment, but too much would start to feel forced and fake, and then flattered would be the last thing that she felt when he would compliment her.<br/><br/>Having given him the request of showing her what he imagine, Duchesse felt no need to address his comment as he lowered himself toward her. She only nodded slightly when he said that Kissing was among one of his fantasies. She took a deep breath as he kneaded her breast in a most pleasant manner. She could feel her arousal building, although the simple thought of being with him was getting her there, his gentle, unhurried touch definitely helped along.<br/><br/>Finally, their lips met in more than a teasing manner. Duchesse gave him a few closed lips kisses before granting him access and deepening the kiss. The hand that was not stuck under her head went to caress his upper arm, shoulder and then neck, where she pulled him toward her so that he would lean into her more. Her head tilted, facilitating the lip-lock and her tongue chased his in a sensual dance. When his finger reached her mons, Duchesse moved her hips upward in a slow thrusting motion, as if to ask him to stop toying around and finish what she started already. He'd find her to be already wet, both from her previous solo activity and from what they were doing now.</div>