She kissed over her slender flanks, her firm belly and on over her thighs, which had been hardened by regular exercise, up to Michelle's knees, before she worked her way back up over the insides of her thighs to her centre. Michelle did not refuse her, worked along with her and only too willingly spread her thighs in lustful anticipation. She enjoyed this sensitive treatment. It wasn't long before Adolé had kissed herself all the way to her well-shaven center and then surrendered to her epicenter of lust completely uninhibited.
Michelle shrugged several times with relish and cramped her hands into the bedding. Then she began to moan loudly under the soothing massage of Adolé's tongue. An excited "Oh God! Oh yeah, that's good, don't stop... don't stop... oh fuck yeaheah" later Adolé knew how to bring Michelle to a gigantic climax.
She didn't give in, continued to lick her centre point persistently, explored it sometimes further up, sometimes further down, sometimes more to the side and knew that it didn't need much effort anymore until Michelle had reached her peak. She caressed her pearl of love and meanwhile held her sweaty hips firmly in her hands, pushed her pelvis sometimes more to the right, sometimes more to the left and also felt that Michelle pushed her lower body forward and gave way again and again in time with the beat of the tongue.
A few moments later, Adolé felt a brief pause, a vibration of the pelvis, then Michelle reared up trembling and moaning, writhing spasmodically under her touch for a few moments, began to twitch and collapsed exhausted shortly thereafter under a loud groan. She gasped for breath.
Adolé knew that she had come and enjoyed this intense moment of closeness, letting go of her and kissing over her naked lower body, upper body and neck towards her face, and then came to lie beside her, gasping for air herself.
Both bodies were wrapped in sweat before Michelle had caught herself and took the scepter in her hand.
"You are so wonderful. ", she whispered into Adolé's ear with her sexy unmistakable French accent and slowly began to undress Adolé's body and explore it with kisses.
Adolé felt the excitement increase in her and how much she now wanted to feel Michelle's closeness as well. Very cooperative, she responded to every touch, loved all her kisses and gently directed them wherever she wanted Michelle's attention. As a result, Michelle gave her several lustful tremors, triggered by her sensual creativity and ingenuity, which did not stop at the edge of the bed.
A storm of sensations swept over Adolé, several exciting finales left both of them barely able to catch their breath, sometimes it was Michelle who was active, sometimes Adolé, whose crazy ideas drove both of them to undreamt-of heights.
In the end, they lay in each other's arms, exhausted, sweaty and breathing heavily, in a night that neither of them had expected at the beginning of the day.
The sun was already rising when Adolé Michelle looked lovingly into her eyes and without another word gave her a last intense kiss, during which she held her delicate body securely in her arms. She felt good, safe and arrived, she knew that she could let herself fall and that that night she had found the answer to the big question in life.
14.
When Adolé opened his eyes, it was already early in the morning. She had seldom slept as well as that resounding night. She looked over to the other side of the bed and noticed that she was alone in the big waterbed.
Smiling, she lollied in the cool sheets and thought happily about the exciting scenes of the previous night. What a magical night! What an experience! Mind blowing!
She looked around. She heard no noise in the bedroom or the adjoining bathroom, so she assumed Michelle was on the ground floor. For the first time she had the opportunity to see the interior of this dream villa in daylight. The bedroom, like Michelle's entire house, was very tastefully decorated. Restrained colours dominated the living area, first of all beige, white and grey - colours that Adolé particularly liked. The furniture was exquisite, superbly composed, not mainstream, rather a balanced mix of both antiques and Ikea furniture, which she liked very much. It had style. In addition, there were selected art objects, pictures and sculptures; she liked that Michelle obviously had a soft spot for art, just like herself.
And it seemed to invest in young artists - a strategy that was becoming increasingly popular on Germany's flourishing art market. This allowed her to invest her money wisely on the one hand and support artists on the other. She herself had already taken care of young artistic talents and promoted their emerging talents accordingly - at least one way of using her immense success to give something back to society that had always been important to her. And she appreciated very much that Michelle apparently had the same opinion about this.
She sighed. She sat up carefully and looked around. There was nothing to be seen or heard from Michelle. She seemed to be all alone upstairs and finally stood up hesitantly to go to the bathroom. Afterwards she lay down again, Michelle would resurface sooner or later.
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hen after another quarter of an hour nothing of the sort happened, Adolé ventured another advance, stood up again and searched for her jeans, which she had dropped off somewhere the previous evening in the sway of emotions, in the pocket of which she suspected her mobile phone. When she finally found it, there was no trace of Michelle there either.
Finally Adolé got up, gathered her things, took a shower and hoped to find a good-humored Michelle in the kitchen, already trying to get a delicious breakfast.
To her greatest disappointment, this was by no means the case when she freshly showered and curiously explored the remaining rooms of the villa. Apparently she was alone in the whole building. Adolé dropped herself, confused and perplexed, on one of the design classics in the well-equipped kitchen and looked around questioningly as her eyes fell on a short note next to the coffee machine.
She sat up, picked up the piece of paper and read:
"Adolé, a short notice forces me to leave very early. You'll find your breakfast in the fridge. M.“
Adolé's heart was racing. Stunned, he gazed again and again at these two meaningless, short sentences, at this naked piece of paper, which put the last magical night in a completely different light. Not a word of regret about this abrupt end to the day they had spent together, not a syllable about when they would see each other again. Was she imagining the whole thing? Had she been fooled? Was Michelle just another one of those women she considered a trophy?
Or was she just painting the devil on the wall? Adolé forced himself to remain calm. She thought about it feverishly, searching for a plausible explanation. She reached for her mobile phone and tried to reach Michelle. Even if she had to leave unexpectedly, she was certainly available for a short conversation and comprehensible questions. But it only went to voicemail.
Where was Michelle? What was that about? Why did she leave the house in such a hurry? Why had she apparently fled the house in such a hurry and thus had eluded a common awakening and harmonious morning after this wonderful night? Adolé racked her brain, tigressing up and down like a caged predator in this strange kitchen, without even considering touching the breakfast the refrigerator had prepared for her.
Again and again she propped herself up stunned with both arms on the kitchen sideboard, looked out at the perfectly trimmed boxwoods, then looked down in her mind at the kitchen worktop and shook her head.
She had hoped that the time of riddles would be over, that Michelle would trust her bit by bit and that at least now they would have the chance to get to know each other a bit better.
But it seemed as if last night had been nothing more than a beautiful dream, a short intermezzo and nothing of this familiar common ground could be saved into reality.
Adolé's doubts gave way to a frightening certainty. Finally she gathered the rest of her clothes and left the house, restless and torn apart, where she had spent those wonderful hours with this fantastic woman, where they had become so close and had slept so intimately together. Apparently none of this meant anything. Michelle had found her unpredictable and unsympathetic side again.