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Eau De Soir (F-solo, oral)
by Ascorpio (an281343@anon.penet.fi)
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This story was written as an attempt to exorcise some personal phantasms.
Oddly enough, it started with an obsession I have with a women's fragrance
I first smelled a few years back, Eau de Soir. It is made by an Italian
baroness, with Sisley as a brand name, and it proves once again that the
art of capturing Nature's sublime odors still reigns supreme on the
continent and, as with other fashion products, with the Italian spirit.
Every time I smell it, its heavy and exotic scent never fails to evoke in
me a mysterious and forbidden world of luxury and pleasure, black silk
opulence and hedonistic fantasia...
The story was left unfinished on purpose at the time. It did its magic for
me, and there was no need to end it in any given way. That may change, of
course, if enough interest warrants it. As for the fragrance... well, it's
expensive and may be hard to find in North America, but try it if you have
a chance. Who knows, it may inspire you too! 8-)
Comments/feedback are welcome via E-mail. Don't bother flaming, life is too
short for senseless shit, and you can't change anything except yourself
anyway!
Last, but not least, I should mention that English is my third language,
and although much care has been taken in proof-reading the story, I
apologize for any mistake or typo in advance. Enjoy!
++++++++++++++++++++ EAU DE SOIR ++++++++++++++++++++
=A9 1992 by PROMART. You may reproduce, keep a copy or electronically
transfer or circulate this material to anyone, except for commercial or
personal profit, provided you do not change its original form and include
this notice. PROMART shall not be liable for any wrongdoing, whether
knowingly or inadvertently, that may arise from individuals breaking local
applicable laws by transferring, printing or storing this material in any
form whatsoever, electronically or otherwise. All copyrights remain the
property of the author.
PART I
It was one of those wonderful summer evenings, when sight and smell seem to
fuse one together in total rapture. The rain had died away, but not before
drenching my clothes throughout. A subtle breeze was sending light shivers
up my spine. I felt so light and dizzy, trying to breathe in the wholeness
of the moment, the far away sounds, the divine freshness of the air... The
hell with the damned car, that shitbox that left me stranded in this
strange neighborhood, lost and wet like a stray cat. I could imagine my
girlfriend brooding over the delicious food at Anthony's, wondering what
may have come up again tonight. Where the heck's was a phone booth around
here?..
The silhouettes in front of me moved with silent elegance, a watery like
tremor on the wet gray pavement. Transported as I was, I sensed it more
than actually see it coming.
"Sit Leo!" The dog's breath was hot and pungent; his massive head, saliva
dripping on my chin, was hovering over me. I didn't move. I did not dare
move. The beast had knocked me down and was astride me in a quiet but
definite menace. Not the best position for arguing. I had to make an effort
to breathe. A big one. "Back Leo! Get back!" Reluctantly, the monster
pulled back. Not all the way, no, just enough to let me to raise my head
and lay back of my elbows. The deep growl wasn't reassuring at all. "Oh,
God, I'm so sorry! Are you OK? Leo, you nasty brute!"
The voice was sooo nice! Deep and velvety, just a touch apologetic, more
amused than annoyed, I would say. So womanly...
"He's not really mean you know, he just likes to show off his strength I
guess. Especially to men!". This time the amusement was definitely there.
"I'm truly sorry. Here, let me help you up!". From where I was, lying on
the sidewalk, I could barely make up the face that went with the voice, but
as she lowered herself to give me her hand I found myself facing a
beautiful pair of knees stretching sheer black stockings and parted just
enough to show a stretch of flesh before the shadows took over under the
dark trench coat. An intoxicating bittersweet fragrance found my nostrils
from under her clothes and I felt like fainting. I swallowed hard and
raised my eyes to meet hers. The glint in her eyes told me she knew I was
staring. Embarrassed, I mumbled something like "Yeah, I'm OK" and got up
ignoring her hand. The woman was stunning!
"My name is Mona. No hard feelings? "I'm Michael. No hard feelings...." She
smiled. A genuine, mischievous smile. From under the hat; a wide brimmed,
black straw hat. On a summer night! Mona had a medium built, athletic body
as far as I could tell wrapped as she was in that Bogart-style trench coat.
The cleavage though had nothing manly about it. The wide lapels were
framing a triangle of soft, bare white skin, unhindered by any visible top.
No jewelry on the gracious, yet strong neck. Jet black, shiny, short cut
hair. The hat was keeping the upper half of her face in shadows, and the
glint of her eyes gave it an eerie look. High cheekbone. Fine nose. Full,
bright red lips. She looked like fine china to me. Very expensive, antique
china... "Look, you're soaked. We can go to my place to dry up a bit, I
live right down the street. If it's OK with you, of course?!... "Well, I
don't know...It's nothing really. Although I should make a phone call; I
got lost here and my car won't work... Yeah, why not, I need to make a
phone call. Someone right now might worry." "No problem. As many as you
want. Just follow us...We owe you one, don't we?" The soft laugh was
infuriating, but I followed them anyway.
Viewed from behind, the woman and her dog made a strange tandem. Her high
heels were tacking the pavement while the animal strolled noiselessly
alongside; his smooth, man-sized balls bouncing from side to side between
the strong back legs. Both were walking head high, backs straight, only
legs moving. There was something terribly exciting about them, a hidden
sensuality in their strides that stirred me deeply. I thought I could sense
a bond between them that went beyond the appearances. I felt myself grow
hard. Mona had perfect calves with delicate ankles and somehow their
rhythmical, shiny motion brought sex into my mind: hard, steamy, exotic
sex. My loins were on fire.
I can't remember how we got inside. The light in the hall was too strong
for my eyes. I blinked in discomfort. The heavy entrance door closed with a
"thump" behind. Leo came against me and started to sniff up my leg. Ever
had that feeling when you got a dog's snout in your crotch, scared stiff
that the he may rip off your balls before his master had a chance to stop
it? Yeah, right. That's how I felt. "He seems to like you" said the velvety
voice again. No kidding, I thought. Wasn't I lucky?! You see, Leo was a big
dog. No, Leo was a huge dog. Never saw anything like it. His head was level
with my hip. Thick neck, ridged wide back, all muscles rippling under his
short, brownish red coat. As big as a Dane, the darned beast. We moved into
the living room, with Leo's muzzle up my ass. "He's a Rhodesian ridge-back"
came the answer to my unasked question=
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"My husband brought him as a puppy from a hunting trip in Africa. He's
grown quite a bit since, didn't he? They breed them for lion hunting down
there. They also make ideal companions..." I bet they do, I thought, taking
in the place. High ceilings, soft lights, lots of white, with dark wood
furniture set up along the walls. Rich Oriental carpets hanging down from
the ceiling. Several Murano glass vases filled with beautiful flowers.
Bronze and antique porcelain on low tables and on shelves all over. A lion
skin spread in front of a huge stone and brass fireplace. Wow, this place
was something! At the far end, a huge all-glass bay overlooked a ravine, or
forest of some kind. It was getting dark by then and the contour of the
distant trees was back-lighted by the rising moon. I looked at my watch.
9:45 PM already. Shit! "There's a full moon tonight" she said
matter-of-factly, lighting a cigarette. "The telephone is on the table to
your left. Please excuse me for a moment, I got something to do. Come Leo,
we have to get clean!" and with that, she turned on her heels and left
trough a side doorway, the dog following her eagerly.
"I knew you 'd be pissed, but look Laura... What's so difficult to
understand? I was on my way back from the Andrews' residence after I left
them the plans for the cottage, and I thought I'll take a shortcut through
this neighborhood. It's old and rich, has plenty of inspiration for my
work, and besides you know the highway it's packed on Sunday night with all
the people coming back into the city. I stopped to look at the map and the
next thing I know, the damned bimmer wouldn't start again; so here I am in
this lady's house...What? No, she was kind enough to let me make a phone
call after her dog knocked me down..." That's when I became aware of some
movement to my right. I shifted my gaze. Right across me on a table stood a
beautiful three pane mirror, one of those silver framed antiques. From
where I was, slouched in the deep leather sofa I could not see beyond the
doorway on my right, but to my surprise the mirror panes were angled in
such a way that I could see right through the opening to the end of a small
dark hallway that had the bedroom and bathroom doors opened. It took a
while to adjust my eyes to the incredible view. The bathroom was a big
white room with a raised Jacuzzi platform. Mona was drying the dog's front
paws with a towel, sitting on the platform, knees spread apart. The trench
coat was open. She was naked underneath, except for a garter belt and the
black stockings. Her heavy breasts were bouncing as she playfully dealt
with the task at hand. From time to time she threw her head back laughing,
as Leo was slowly licking her upper thighs with long, raspy strokes. The
animal was leaning on his hind legs as he pushed forward his snout against
the prey. Forward. Retreat. Forward. Retreat. Her hairless sex was
glistening with saliva. A large tattoo stretched down from her navel to the
top of the pouting lips.
"Whaaat? Nnoo, Laura, I'm still here. Yes, I'm sorry for the whole thing,
but it's not my fault...Look, I got to go. Call you when I get home, OK!"
SLAM! Holy shit! My heart was pounding. I could hardly breathe, let alone
think. All I could see was the dog's head bobbing up and down between
Mona's legs, slurping furiously at her smooth, dark cuntlips. She was now
reclining on the platform, spreading them wide open for the licking. Head
thrust back, eyes closed, mouth open, dark red fingernails pulling the
swollen folds apart, her middle finger rubbing the clitoris with increasing
speed. The trench coat had fallen to the sides revealing the heavy breasts,
dark erect nipples shivering in the throes of approaching orgasm. Then, for
a moment, her heaving bosom froze in an upward movement, buttocks taking
off the edge, as the finger went deep into her cunt. Her lips formed a
perfect "O" while the body looked suspended in mid air...and then she fell
back on the platform, head rolling from side to side. Time was standing
still. Leo made a move to mount her. Obviously excited by the licking, the
dog's cock came unsheathed; a long, red, glistening shaft with a ball like
swell at the base. Front paws on the edge of the platform, the dog stood
almost erect; his hind legs jerking back and forth trying to make contact
with the wet opening between the woman's legs. He almost managed to put the
tip in when Mona came up and forced him back gently, but firmly. From the
movement of her lips, it looked like she was soothing him with words, all
the while kissing him on the muzzle. She slowly lowered herself from under
Leo's fore legs and, kneeling on the floor gently took the dog's cock in
her mouth, stroking the shaft while sucking the tip in and out. I watched
transfixed as she brought him off in a few moments, swallowing it all!
"Here is a bathrobe, Michael. I'm sorry, I almost forgot about your
clothes. There's a bathroom down the hall where you can change... Michael,
are you OK, you're so pale? I hope you're not going to catch a cold
now!....". I looked at my watch. She's been in only a few minutes. It
seemed like an eternity to me! She sounded and looked like nothing
happened. I thought I was dreaming! "Nnno, no, I'm fine. I...I think I
better go now. It's really late and I don't want to intrude. After all, you
don't know me from Adam. I'm calling a taxi right now and..." "Look, don't
be foolish! I don't have anything planned for tonight and your clothes will
be washed and dried in no time. You'll have to iron them yourself,
though..." That laughter again. "Unless there's someone waiting for you at
home, you shouldn't worry. I can take care of myself; besides, nobody takes
chances with Leo around. And he's always around..." She was exhaling smoke
as she spoke, looking me straight in the eyes now. Head tilted to the side,
eyes half closed, she seemed to appraise me, measuring me from head to toe.
I felt like a fool. Damn you, woman! Who the hell do you think you are...
But then I caught myself; after all, the lady was trying to be nice, and
why should I care if she's getting it off with her dog...? All of a sudden,
I realized I was hard as a rock; there was no use denying that this woman
and her habits excited me beyond words and I would have given anything to
hang around her for a while. You know, just to see what happens next...
"Deal!" I couldn't believe the sound of my voice. Like listening to someone
else talking! She nodded, smiling. Raising her eyes from my crotch - you
guessed, the erection was sooo obvious! - she pointed the way with the hand
holding the cigarette. As I went down the hall, Leo's eyes were boring
holes in my back.
It was the same bathroom. All white. Everything shining clean and neatly
arranged. No trace whatsoever of the previous frolics. It could have been a
dream, except for the heat in my groin. Shaking my head, I stripped naked.
My linen shirt and pants were quite dirty. I splashed lots of cold water on
my face and upper body, then rubbed hard with a white towel. I took a look
at myself in the mirror. My face was kind of red now, but otherwise the
same boyish features I met every morning. Nothing spectacular, just fine,
regular lines. The body was OK, a little flabby at the waist but what would
you expect from a guy that spends his life hunched over a drawing board and
more recently, 19" monitors. Besides, I never was the athletic type; the
power of the mind was far more fascinating for me. =46or a 40 years-old
guy, I looked OK. The only problem was my throbbing cock. It stood out at
full length, the skin almost bursting bellow the engorged purple head. I
had a hard time resisting the temptation to stroke it right there and
splash my come all over the big mirror. Later, I told myself; all you have
to do is close your eyes... I thought for a moment and decided to put the
jockey briefs back on. Hell, the dog was giving me the creeps and I didn't
want to be further embarrassed by a hard-on popping through the robe when
you least expected it. Folding my stuff, I took a last look at myself in
the dark blue terry cloth robe and shook my head at the image in the
mirror.
She was sitting on the couch in exactly the same spot I've been earlier,
looking out to the starry night sky, smoke raising gently from her
cigarette-holding hand. Since I was coming from behind, I had a three
quarter view of her back. The jet black hair, cut straight and short looked
like a feathered cap in the soft white light. Her other hand was petting
Leo's head with slow, gentle strokes. She had changed into a heavy, black
kimono, that parted slightly over her crossed legs. The stockings were
still on, but now she wore black pumps with stiletto heels. "I assumed you
must be hungry Michael, so I prepared some cold cuts. I'm hungry too,
stranger. Beautiful night, isn't it?". Before I had a chance to reply, she
turned around facing me. She had incredible green eyes, deep and streaked
with gold. Emerald eyes. Her gaze shifted to the mirror on the table and
then back to me. I froze on my tracks. She smiled again. A strange, half
sad, half amused smile. That's when I knew that she knew that I saw them.
She got up. Leo, of course, stood up too. He stretched and yawned, baring
evil-looking teeth. "Let's go eat. Here, give me those clothes, I'll take
them to the laundry"
The dining area was adjacent to the living room, sharing the same glass bay
to the back. The view was magnificent. There was a wide deck with a pool
overlooking a flower garden, and beyond that, the steep slope of a ravine
with huge, old trees filling the horizon, all washed in the eerie light of
the full moon. I couldn't help but like this house and its surroundings; so
cozy and warm; opulent yet discreet. After all, it was my professional
teritory. "What do you do in life Michael?" This woman was definitely
telepath= ic. "I'm an architect, Mona. I have a small practice downtown.
Nothing big really, mostly houses. Keeps me off the welfare line. My
compliments, by the way, I'm sincerely impressed with your house." "Thank
you! A friend of my husband designed it for us after his accident. We used
to live downtown too, in one of those expensive condos overlooking the
lake. It was close to Mauro's clinic, very convenient for his odd hours at
the hospital. But after the accident, we decided to move out here. He
couldn't stand the city anymore. I still miss the closeness to shopping
sometimes." "Mona, I know it's none of my business, but you mentioned your
husband twice now, and here I am roaming around your house, clad only in a
bathrobe..." "Defensive again, stranger? No Michael, don't worry; nobody's
going to chase you with a gun around here. Not anymore, that is. Mauro, my
husband, died almost two years ago. He couldn't stand being a paraplegic
for the rest of his life, so he ended it with a hunting rifle." "I'm sorry
Mona, I didn't mean to..." "It's all right Michael. The worst is over now
and I've learnt to accept my life as it comes. No expectations, no regrets.
Just the present. To the fullest... Will you pour the wine please? I always
liked having a man do that for me." The food was delicious. I needed it.
Yes, she was right, I was hungry as hell. These recent emotions must have
done it. I sipped some of the rich, red wine. Just perfect. I started to
feel more at ease. Somehow, this strange woman seemed so reassuring and
familiar! "Are you married Michael?" she asked, looking at me from above
the rim of her glass. Man, those eyes drove me nuts! "No, Mona, I'm not. I
mean I was, but it didn't work too well. We separated after 17 years. I'm
seeing someone lately. More friends than lovers, though. Can't take another
emotional responsibility so soon. My work is taking most of my time these
days." "Let's take our coffee in the living room", she said, feeding Leo
some last bits from her hand. The dog sat quietly at her feet, with Mona
hand-feeding him throughout the meal. She got up from the table and I
followed them into the living room. Mona moved with royal grace. She had a
high, firm behind, with amphora like hips. Her buttocks were stretching
taut the shiny fabric of the kimono. A large, red, fiery looking dragon,
embroidered across the back was spewing flames at the onlooker.
My hard-on was back.
*** Life is Real, Only Then, When I Am! *** G.I. Gurdjieff