Chapter 9
Raul had to flee to his hotel room for his own protection. He had never experienced such a fantastic fuck-session in his life as with Gaby at the cabin. He was young and virile with a much better than average capacity, but this was one time he felt that he had had it. Truly exhausted, he fell into a deep, dong-drained sleep.
When he awakened it was late Sunday evening. His energies somewhat restored he dressed and went to the local movie after he had his dinner. The picture was a musical in technicolor and when the show was over, he strolled back to the hotel and went to bed early to be in shape for the day ahead.
The next morning he showered, shaved and got into the clothes he laid out for the picnic. Then he walked out into the warm day.
All the shops were open and the sidewalks were thick with people. Like all resort towns, the village kept most places open on holidays. The only exceptions were the bank, the post office and a few professional offices.
Tomorrow would be just the opposite. The bank would be open for business, the majority of the shops closed for a day's rest with most of the shopkeepers coming in just long enough to cart their surplus cash to the bank.
Which was all to the good and according to plan.
In the restaurant, Raul took a booth and ordered breakfast. Yvette wasn't there; still on the late shift. He was taking his first sip of the steaming coffee when someone slid into the booth.
He glanced up to see Charles, the policeman. He looked harried and worn. Raul doubted that he had much sleep the past few days, and he still had a day and night to go. He even looked as though he'd shed a couple of pounds.
"Mind if I join you ," he said spiritlessly.
"But of course," Raul said warmly. "I'll even stand the tab. Sure you won't have something else?"
"No thanks. Weekends like this one foul up my appetite."
Charles leaned forward. "I tell you what, my friend. Why don't you knock around with me today? I need someone I can beef to. And maybe we'll find time to have some wine."
With a caretully straight face he said, "No thanks, Charles. I'm going on a picnic."
The waitress came with Raul's breaktast and coffee for the policeman."
Charles waited until she was out of hearing before saying, "You can't put the blocks to the wife of the village rich man, Raul, without everyone in town knowing about it."
First Yvette, now this one. The way people were looking out for his welfare, someone who didn't know better would think Raul
LePlaise was the town's favorite son.
He began to eat. After a moment he said evenly, "Why don't we just let it lie right there? Okay?"
"As you wish." Charles finished his coffee and stood up. He said hesitantly, "You still dropping in tomorrow?"
"Sure, Charles. I promised you I would."
The policeman nodded heavily and moved away. Raul watched him go, then resumed eating.
He was waiting in the hotel entrance when Denise pulled up in a red Citroen. She didn't see him immediately and she started to get out.
She wore a full skirt -which slid back to show a lot of levely leg -and a deeply scalloped peasant blouse. Larry didn't have a good memory for women's clothes, but he could have sworn they were the very clothes she haa worn that other time.
He started toward the car.
She took in his slacks and open-throated shirt. "You're losing that city look, darling. Now you look more like the boy I first went on a picnic with."
He got in beside her and they drove off.
She flicked a glance at him, then reached over to touch his knee with the tips of her fingers. "I wish I was still a virgin, darling. Just for you."
"A man can't have everything."
"A woman either, my dearest."
They fell silent as she drove on, and he studied her covertly. She seemed strangly calm today, as though she had reached some decision. She wasn't wearing the dark glasses and had made no attempt whatsoever to disguise the black eye Edouard had given her. She seemed almost proud of it.
There were two minor changes at the remote lake. The narrow strip of beach had widened, and now it sloped smoothly enough that she could drive the car right to the water's edge. And in the center of the lake was a small float for diving.
Denise stopped the car and bounded out. "Bring the basket, darling. I brought along a bottle of champagne."
Raul carried the basket to her. She had walked up from the beach a short distance to a spot under a large tree. The ground was spongy with pine needles. While Denise spread out the big checkered tablecloth, Raul opened the wine and poured two glasses.
Somehow she did manage to capture some of the quality of that first time.
She kicked off her shoes and her delicate feet made attractive dimples on the tablecloth. She drank the champagne with a toss of her head.
Then, before his startled eyes, she began | to take off her clothes.
Raul watched her in wonder. He had never seen her quite like this. She was bold, wanton; she had shed her inhibitions like a whore on the make. Then he could only gape in awe, as her nude body emerged in all its feminine beauty. For beneath the blouse and skirt, she wore absolutely nothing.
She raised her hands to her hair, and her pear-shaped breasts rose, their big tips coral and erect. She arched her back, striking a wanton pose.
"I want to be anything and everything to you, Raul. Do you want me to be a harlot, a tramp, that you hired for the day? Or should I be your disdainful mistress, demanding, chic and fashionable. Or would you rather I be a petulant, reluctant lover?"
With each new description she struck a pose delineating the character, or what she thought that character should be.
Larry gazed on her glorious nudity. Her honey hair fell to her shoulders. Her pert breasts beckoned to him, the nipples like jewels. The lewd, wanton cunt was an exotic summons to erotic delight. He felt his ramrod stiffen lustfully.
"Just tell me, darling. I'll do my best to satisfy." She slid slowly to the tablecloth, her arms upraised.
He dropped to his knees before her and said huskily, "You're all those things, but I want only you, the real you."
Denise got up on her knees and pressed her soft belly to his groin. In his arms her flesh was smooth and hot and silken. Her mouth was a honeyed cave. Her breasts crushed against his chest as they swayed together, mouth to mouth, belly on belly.
Then her fingers began to pull at the buttons of his shirt. She worked her small hands inside.
He pulled his mouth from hers. "Give me a minute and I'll take off..." "No. I want to."
She took her time with his clothes. As each garment was removed, she covered the bared area with quick, pecking kisses. It seemed to take forever, but Raul was enjoying it.
She continued undressing and kissing him.
And then his shorts were gone.
And then...
Before Raul had rocked along with the normal amount of passion, relishing the slow arousal. Now his passion flared high, flames licking at him, causing his body to twist and turn in delicious agony.
Soon it was more than he could endure. With a groan, he pulled Denise up and stretched her out beside him. They embraced. Their mouths met. She moved her shoulders, drawing away slightly so that her swollen nipples traced patterns of fire on his chest.
He broke the embrace and moved his face down to kiss a nipple. He worried it gently between his teeth, one hand meanwhile moving to between her thighs.
As his hand moved, stroking, she tensed with a groan, then relaxed, going all soft and welcoming him. He fondled her pussy and Denise sighed and her breathing became deeper, more uneven.
She brought her lips to his ear. "Please, oh, mon Dieu, please. I can't stand it."
He, too, was impatient.
He got to his knees and Denise fell back, her trembling thighs parting. Her arms reached out to him, fingers curling. He moved gently toward her and she took his shaft and guided him. And very shortly it was no longer necessary. She lid the head in between her cunny lips and he thrust his dick into her vagina up to his very balls.
Her body shuddered all over, then she lifted her torso off the ground in a mighty surge.
Their bush hairs met and rubbed together, and their rhythm began.
As Denise's joy increased, little sighs rose from her lips like bubbles in the neglected bottle of champagne. Her dark eyes glowed with rapture. She locked both hands behind Raul's neck and pulled his face down, as he humped her cunt.
"I love, you mon cher," she whispered. "Oh, how I love you."
He wanted to answer, but the words seemed to catch in his throat. He wanted in the worst way to tell her he loved her too.
Then her mouth fastened on his and she drove her tongue deep, effectively stopping anything he might have wanted to say.
As their tempo increased, doubling and redoubling, Denise slid her fingers in his hair as faster and faster her heels drummed on the backs of his thighs, his buttocks and even higher, driving him harder and harder against her soft body.
He responded with bull-like vigor -a vigor Denise met and matched.
Suddenly she wrenched her mouth away with a gasp. "Oh, darling. I'm...Oh. Oh..Ah."
She screamed, then bit down on the flesh of his shoulder. For a moment she seemed to go mad. A great spasm took her and she rose writhing against him for the last time. Then she began to sink back slowly as her orgasm died.
At that instant, Raul's own culmination struck him, beginning in his toes and traveling in shock waves up his trembling thighs, along his rigid spine, to explode in his prick with a fire storm of white light. It was like all the flashbulbs in the world going off at the same time.
The light changed from white to rainbow colors, pinwheeling behind his eyes as he spurted burning semen into her cunt.
Her body cushioned his fall, but he scarcely noticed, so busy was he attempting to isolate and savor each separate sensation of the ecstasy. But that was impossible. Each time he thought he had found the most delightful spot of pleasure, he shivered and shook and trembled again, and the ecstasy sped to every crook of his throbbing form.
Finally he lay still. When he started to roll away, he dimly heard her pleading voice: "Don't move, darling. Please stay."
He remained where he was until finally she released him. Then he rolled onto his back, panting for breath.
After a moment she faced him, and her fingers brushed across his chest in a light caress as she whispered into his ear, "That was the greatest, darling."
He was inclined to agree. In long-legged strides, she started to the lake. She slogged out until the water reached her waist, then dived under.
Wearily, Raul got to his feet and followed her. She came up halfway to the floating raft, her arms flashing in the sunlight.
He was several strokes behind her when she turn, threw him one kiss and swam toward shore.
He changed his mind about going out to the float and turned and swam back. Denise had taken two huge towels from the car and was drying her vigorously. She tossed him one, tied hers around, sarong-style, and went over to the picnic basket and began getting out their food.
Raul dried himself and tied the towel around his waist, covering his drained balls.
They ate ravenously, and afterward they lay side by side on the warm grass, Raul smoking a cigar, Denise a cigarette.
He raised up to llok at her. "Denise, tell me something. Would you have left your husband if I hadn't come back?"
Her gaze was level. "I'll be honest with you, Raul. I'm not sure. Edouard -and Papa's estate -have supported me very well. You know the kind of life I'm used to. And there was nobody I loved...I don't know..." Her voice broke off. "The point is, you did come back, and I love you, and I can't live with Edouard any longer."
"Will you go away with me -Now, tomorrow, whenever I say -without question?" He held his breath for the answer.
And she answered, "Yes, darling. Whatever you say. Anything you want is what
I want."
He wrapped her in his arms and pulled her down onto the grass. He said tenderly, "All right. We'll work something out. And I do love you."
"Oh, Raul." She buried her face in his neck and he felt the hot gush of her tears.
Holding her, he knew what he must do. He couldn't leave with her now, fleeing like a coward in the night. Neither could he go through with the holdup.
It was ironic in a way. For days he had been wanting her to run away with him and now that she had agreed, he couldn't do it. Not without seeing Roger and the others first. He would see them tonight and call the robbery off.
Roger? Well, maybe he could talk the old man into staying in the village. They could work something out. As for Gaby, she didn't love him. Oh, she might hurt for a while, but she would soon get over it with another man.
Feeling more at ease with himself than he had for a long while, Raul went to sleep Denise in his arms.