"What about my bags?" she asked suddenly. "They're still at the airport!"
"Damn… how stupid!" Don mumbled, telling the driver to go back to Orly and wait for them to get her luggage.
Within forty-five minutes, "Mr. Mrs. Don Turner" were registered at the Continental and in the process of unpacking their bags in a two-room suite that overlooked the rue de Castiglione. But to the left, there was the Place Vendome, and to the right, a distant view of the Tuileries Gardens. Or was it the other way? Don didn't really care. He knew that the gorgeous, blonde, "associate agent" was in the suite with him, and there was only one bedroom. Now, was the time for a combination of business and pleasure. It was before noon, and there would be no reason to attempt to contact the Czech Countess until the evening hours.
This, thought Don, as he watched the girl remove her dress and hang it up, then turned toward him in provocative nylon bra, stockings and garter belt, was to be the "hour of pleasure." But he was not yet knowledgeable of the attitude that Marie Roland would take.
"As the senior agent on this job, and for a man of your reputation," she began in a pseudo formal manner as she stood with hands on hips and a hint of a knowing smile, "I was surprised that you were ready to whisk me away to the hotel without waiting for my luggage."
Don looked at her sharply, playing it very seriously. He told Marie, "It's one of my jobs as the senior agent, to see how my partner performs. After all, it was your luggage, riot mine. How was I to know you hadn't made arrangements to have a large trunk brought to the hotel by delivery truck?"
"Two reasons!" she snapped quickly, ticking them off with her finger. "First of all, you knew that I didn't even know the name of our hotel until I asked you. Secondly, you were the one who mentioned that the luggage had been 'forgotten' and had the cab turn back to the airport."
Don's eyes studied the rich, full curves and firm protuberances of Marie's body, the expression of amusement on the classic yet sultry face. She enjoyed his pleasure in looking at her almost naked body, and her eyes followed his, narcissistically, to the bulge of her cunt mound, which was covered by a patch of full blonde hair. Almost reading his mind, Marie spread her thighs slightly to expose the young, meaty lips of her pussy, which were poised, ready to open, as those of her mouth, for a long and inspiring kiss!
Marie smiled in self-pleasure as she looked at herself, then moved her eyes to Don's face and licked her lips liquidly. She reached behind her back with both hands and quickly unclasped the bra, then wiggled her shoulders to let the straps fail down her arm. The vibrations set up a sexy shimmy movement of her belly, buttocks and upper thighs, and she seemed to enjoy the subtle sensuality of her disrobing.
The main vibrations, however, were of the two, large globes, the fabulously perfected tittles with the medium-sized nipples that already seemed rigid and red compared to the creamy smoothness of the outthrust tit flesh itself. As the bra fell to the floor, Marie put her middle finger of her right hand in her mouth and sucked it poutingly, suggestively. After it was thoroughly moistened, she rubbed it over one nipple, then the other, as her head rolled back in languor and she sighed softly.
Don had removed his jacket and tie. His trousers bulged mightily in front. Yet he made no move yet. He knew he could jump out of his trousers, throw her on the bed and be fucking her in ten seconds. Why, he wondered, was she making it so easy? Or did she intend to put up a big fight after the big tease and play games with him?
"At this point, you're obviously panting for me to tell you what a great body you have," Don said effecting a very believable smirk. "All right, Marie: I'll say it. 'You've got a terrific body: Now, you've started the game. What do you do for an encore? I'm waiting… "
"Oh, you conceited bastard!" she screamed at him, her face crimson with rage, her hand smashing on the night table so hard the lamp fell off. "All right! You win! I forgot about my luggage because the kiss and 'body rub' you gave me at the airport was too much. It turned my sex organs inside out! But it did the same for you too!"
"Men become excited quite easily," Don shrugged, stepping back to look out the window as he continued to talk. "Take the little French girl walking along the street down there… about nineteen years old, showing a great deal of cleavage, beautiful young legs, nicely curved ass. The average male could look down at a scene like that, and with very little imagination, find himself with a throbbing erection"
Her firm breasts shifting from side to side, Marie pranced over to the big window to look down at the street below. How, she wondered, could a man become so aroused by a little French girl fully dressed, while she was facing him in only garter belt and stockings. Her eyes searched left, then right, finding only a few males and faceless tourist couples walking along the street.
"Where is she?" Marie demanded to know. "You realize I was selected because I'm bisexual. I can become excited as much as a man by feminine sex appeal. Where is she, Don? Where is this luscious little teenage French thing with the body that can set men on fire?"
"I… think she stepped in a shop across the street there just as you came to the window," Don answered her with a chuckle, then pointed to the windows in an office building directly across from them. "I guess she was no competition for you, my dear. There must be forty men over there enjoying a look at you!"
"Oh, you bastard!" Marie screamed, drawing the thick drapes across the window as fast as she could. "Is it part of your job to have me put on a strip show for a bunch of… of gaggling Frenchmen?"
"No, Marie… I'm sorry," Don said with a wry grin as he sat on the bed by her and began to unbutton his shirt. "I just wanted to have a little fun… walk right into it because of your female pride of body. Oh, don't misunderstand me now. You've got a body to be proud of. It's just a damn shame it has to be shared by other females too. Tell me, dear, how did you become a bisexual? Was your first experience with a male or female?"
"Oh… now you want to psychoanalyze me!" she said protestingly, trying to hide a gasp and widening of her fascinated eyes when Don took off his last garment, his shorts, and a hard, long, thick cock sprung into view, its hairy balls dangling below.
"No. Simply curious," Don told her believably. And then he sat beside her on the bed again and watched the fingers of her left hand twitch nervously before they moved toward his prick to touch it. "I've met a lot of bisexual females, but they were usually on the other side. I never cared what made them tick. My only concern was to do a job, play up to whatever degree of heterosexuality they possessed… "
As he talked, Marie's fingers gently traced a design over the head and around the shaft of his cock. He leaned back on the bed so she had better access to his organ, and watched the dexterous fingers caress and tease him, the long fingernails dig a momentary canal down the inflamed length, then over the top. His breathing was heavier, but still under control. It was a very sensual experience, something he could enjoy for a long time if that was Marie's desire.
"It began when I was fourteen… or almost fourteen." Marie's voice was husky and low. She leaned over suggestively to Dan's cock and took one swipe at the head of it with her lovely tongue, teasing the little hole with its tip. And then she continued her story.
"It was a very strange experience, Don. I was prematurely developed and had to keep in firm control my sexual feelings. They were precociously strong! I sucked off my eighteen-year-old boyfriend then, but I wouldn't let him fuck me because I was afraid of pregnancy. He refused to go down on me at first, saying it was 'unmanly.' So I simply refused to go down on his cock one night… or to even touch it, unless he sucked me. I taught him to be an expert at it.