Montréal is such a beautiful city, and after meeting Claudia in the summer of 1994, I reminisced about all the women in my life until that time, and how one must prepare for the eventual separation from those we have liked and loved for a season. I often wonder, where does love go when your lover is gone? Where does it go? Two weeks have passed since that first hot encounter with Claudia, who came to my apartment after a random assignment from a prominent escort agency that I called on a whim, not realizing that we had met a few days prior, by bumping-heads, while browsing for books at The Argo Bookshop at 1841 Saint Catherine W. By some divine miracle and synchronicity involving the mysteries of life, we met in this special way.
I have seen Claudia four other times since our first encounter, two via the agency, and twice privately for long hours, not as a client, but as a lover, friend, and summer companion, and we are exploring the deeper facets of who we are together. The house manager at her agency, Madame Élise, is utterly delighted with me, because all my Dallas team members have called her multiple times for their own private parties, and business is booming at our corporate rental apartments. When I call for Claudia, Madame Élise often thanks me, “Mr. Marc how are you this evening, and thank you for referring good people to us.” Me and my remote shadow operations team are happy, well-fed, and salty, Claudia and her associates are pleased, but lately, I wondered how I developed such a passion for women, and all the beauty, life, and heartache that accompanies their lovely souls? How have I endured the grief of love lost, and the separation from such intimate love-soaked encounters, and some with soul mates? I also wondered where my twin flame souls were, and if I would ever find at least one of them.
It was April 14, 1975, when I first moved to Staten Island, New York, after living in Brooklyn since the day I was born. I was 11 years old when I arrived on the island, and heartbroken to have left my friends, and my two sweet-kiddo girlfriends, Connie, and Lisa. Connie DeLuca was the first girl that I kissed under my desk in the first grade while attending Public School 216 on Avenue X in the Gravesend section of Brooklyn. Miss Tesoriero, my first-grade teacher, had a fit, and boxed my ears, and sent me to the principal’s office, while Connie got a note sent home. Connie loved my simple kisses, and my daily pursuit of her, and she was always smiling, and often we sneaked out of class, and ran to the empty auditorium where we could be in peace, quiet, and play. She was such an open and friendly person, and never in a bad mood or cranky, that I can remember.
Lisa Cusimano was someone utterly different from Connie, and two years older than both of us. She lived in a two-story walk-up, a private home on East 3rd Street, between Avenue X and W, and I lived on the same street, but in a two-bedroom apartment on the 6th floor with my folks. I pursued Lisa with a passion at age 8, often leaving her brief notes on composition notebook paper signed, “from your secret admirer.” Lisa’s mom always gave her the notes, and she thought the whole idea was beyond adorable. On Saturdays, I would often go to Ciro’s pizzeria for two squares, a Coke, and maybe a jukebox tune, or two, and sometimes I could take Lisa with me, and we shared the slices and a Coke. Lisa was so charming and slightly taller than me, with natural blond shoulder-length hair, a slender build, and a clear complexion. Being older than me, she had quite the skill set in many things, including kissing!
Lisa was the girl who taught me how to properly kiss and treat a girl, and many things about girls and boys. We practiced courtship and kissing every time we were together for years, and this is how I became somewhat of a make-out king by the time I was fifteen. Sadly, I had to leave her when we moved to Staten Island, but the first day of my arrival at our new semi-detached private house in the suburbs, a new friend showed up as I was helping to unload our humongous Vista Cruiser station wagon. Her name was Jodi Abramowitz, and she lived up the street from us, and started chatting me up something fierce, and was bubbly, and energetic. As I was pining away over the loss of Lisa that same day, the divine grace from on-high sends Jodi to my rescue. My mom noticed Jodi’s affection right away, and gave me the typical smile of approval, and I felt better. Jodi was twelve, flat-chested, of course, and nowhere near as charming and lady-like as Lisa, but Jodi was energetic, goofy, and fast on her feet, a true tomboy, yet feminine. The best thing about Jodi was that she had a drop-dead gorgeous 17-year-old sister named Cheryl, who was fully developed, highly sexually active, and as gorgeous as Valerie Bertinelli.
Here I am at age 11, with a fully developed sex-drive, and a lover of girls of all types, and I am surrounded by beautiful new neighborhood girls, but stiff competition in the form of other boys, most of them older, who outnumbered the local girls by about 2 to 1. Luckily, Jodi turned out to be my official girlfriend for almost two years, and we had her older sister Cheryl to thank for Jodi’s vast requests for experimentation based on what she observed with her sister. From age 11 to 13, Jodi and I had the best times of any kids our age, and with her, all my early training in human sexuality was accomplished, and then she moved away suddenly. At age 13, my suffering began acutely, because I lost the affection, and all the special feelings, intimacy, and closeness that I had with Jodi. I loved her a great deal. To establish something like this again at such an early age with my local neighborhood crew offering stiff competition was extremely difficult. I had no choice but to turn to literature, and the internal world of deferred gratification, grief, and many other disciplines that would serve me well throughout life. Knowing Claudia in this beautiful city for a special summer of fun would have to be fully enjoyed, then promptly come to an end, the same as it did with Connie, Lisa, and Jodi.
Thankfully, that ending was not for another month, and happily, it is Friday night of week four, and Claudia and I will have our usual early evening rendezvous, followed by a late-night dinner and cocktails at the Piazza Romana, a quaint Montréal restaurant that we both want to experience later that night on our own time. I cannot wait, and she knows I will call for her soon via the once-weekly agency call. This is necessary to avoid Claudia potentially losing a lucrative short-term career that is needed to accomplish her ends, and so we respect the agency and its highly skilled private investigators, who leave us alone when we meet on our own time. These are the rules officially approved by the Madame. Madame Élise had a strong French accent I loved to hear, and we spoke for just a minute when I called her that evening, and she told me she would send a surprise, a token of her gratitude, a gift, for all the referrals sent to the agency from my crew, and their many imported friends who came on the weekends to partake in the festivities. I thanked her in advance and quickly prepared for my delightful visit with the lovely Claudia.
I was so happy to be with a beautiful, intellectual, and highly accomplished woman, and had no qualms about her choice of supplemental income that was approved by the Canadian government as legitimate at that time. I could not wait to be with her, and explore new ways of co-mingling our bodies, energies, and souls, then meet later that evening for a cozy dinner, and drinks as we previously planned. I never thought it was possible to meet a woman through an escort agency who could connect with me on such a deep level, but it turns out that Claudia and I were meant to find each other at this time of our lives. When I was scanning the back pages of The Gazette newspaper, the agency add that initially caught my attention was intuitively the one I knew I should call. The escort agency advertisement jumped off the page in bold type, and I knew to call them from deep inside of me. Time passed quickly as I waited for her to arrive, and the front desk called and announced that I had two visitors. A Ms. Claudia, and a Ms. Geneviève. I wondered, “What is this? Two visitors?”
A different knock came at my door, with a slightly heavier thud than usual. Knowing that I have two visitors approaching, I open the door with great trepidation as my training has taught me and find two smiling gorgeous women standing shoulder to shoulder each carrying a bottle of 1988 Veuve Clicquot champagne, with one having a gold note card attached. The sight of these two beautiful women, who were gleaming with ambiance, passion, and strength, initially took my breath away, and I found it difficult to stay composed, but I managed not to show my arousal just yet. Claudia was standing to my left and wearing a stunning pair of Jimmy Choo Love 100 latte nappa pumps with a pearl and crystal bow. Her handbag was a stunning Jimmy Choo ivory satin Bon Bon, with a crystal handle. On her ankle was a Harry Winston diamond elegance anklet, a gift from her father, and she was sporting a fabulous, Anna Sui, off-white, babydoll dress from the recent spring 1994 collection.
Geneviève is standing to my right, and she is a delicious 5-foot 6-inch, Quebecois brunette, with light hazel eyes, and a complexion type of cool undertones with unique blending, and so lovely, radiant, and angelic. She was wearing a stunning pair of Christian Louboutin black stilettos, adorned by a Sydney Evan 18K gold diamond charm anklet just above her shoe. A Coach Tribeca flap, black leather messenger bag completed her accessory choices nicely. She was wearing an eye-popping, Gianni Versace, green, wet-look, bodycon, stretch midi-dress that fit her body perfectly, form-fitting, which stressed her firm, 36C, vivacious natural breasts beautifully. Her eyes were gleaming with sensuality, seduction, and supreme diva vibes that piqued my curiosity about her instantly.
I quickly invited these lovely ladies inside, and Claudia kissed me on both cheeks, la bise, then entered my abode. As she passed, I detected a lavish scent of Elizabeth Arden Sunflowers, with delicate notes of melon, peach, amber, sandalwood, and vanilla. Delightful and summery! Geneviève approached me slowly, eye-to-eye, and planted a firm, but moist kiss right on my lips, perfectly aligned, then slowly backed off, and maintained an intense stare. She scanned my aura, my soul, and my radiance deeply. She probed my internal essence, attempting to pierce my mental defenses. I telepathically probed her back with great intensity in the same way, looking deeply into her lovely soul, and proclaimed, “Game on, honey-child, prepare to be swept away, and welcome to my lair, fair lady.”
She smiled widely, with eyes wide open, and made a vicious cat sound, and was taken aback by my forward, and silent induction, but she was the one who scanned me first, unexpectedly, so touché ma petite renarde! I was gloriously delighted in her scent, which was L’eau d’Issey, by Issey Miyake, which presented an aquatic fragrance with notes of lotus, melon, freesla, cyclamen, and woods. Claudia and Geneviève placed both bottles of champagne on the table, and explained these were gifts from Madame Élise with her highest regards. I thanked them both, then asked Geneviève if she was staying with us this evening, and she said, “Yes. I am also a complement of Élise.”
Claudia looked at me intensely after hearing that Geneviève was staying, but I maintained a poker face, even though my loins were rumbling, and I was so very pleased. Claudia made the required phone call to Élise, and in French, she explained I was thrilled and appreciative of her gifts. I would certainly call Élise and thank her myself as well. I am now watching Geneviève and Claudia carefully to get a sense of the chemistry and energies between them so I can plan my approach to this most challenging problem that I now have. I quickly noticed a gleam of erotic attraction between them, and sensed that they are close friends, and admire each other’s perfect and fabulous bodies. I opened my large closet to offer them a place to hang their expensive wardrobe and things, and we all began to slowly disrobe. What a scene this was to behold, as even their undergarments were finely made, and one off, well-fitting custom pieces that I could not identify.
This three-minute disrobing delay gave me time to formulate a tactical plan, which was necessary, because I am in the presence of two powerful, and capable women, both professionals, who are most certainly up against me, who is also a pro, and this is a big problem, but a good problem if there ever could be such a thing. Claudia and I are in synchrony, our souls enmeshed from previous bonding and love play, and there is no power struggle between us, only harmony. Claudia and I are indigo souls who have found each other in this lovely city at this special time and place, and I will explain what this means in later chapters. Geneviève wants to challenge me, and will resist my moves, and attempts at causing her to surrender, and reach union with me, but I will flip the script on her too, and bring many surprises.
Girl’s talk and tell all when it comes to men and sex, and I felt Geneviève could be jealous of Claudia and I depending on what she may know of us. She might have some preconceived ideas of how I may approach the two of them, and some other wild thoughts, but I will soon find out. Claudia finished disrobing and settling in, then she came to me, and we embraced with a warm hug and stood like this for almost a minute. My eye was on Geneviève the entire time we were hugging, and she was eyeballing me with an intensity, sizing me up, and sending curious vibes, but I sensed a friendly feeling in her aura and seductive smile. Suddenly, I understood what needed to be done, and I was going to bring Geneviève to a divine union of not two, but three souls, and this would be an experience that none of us will ever forget.
I snuffed out a few candles to bring down the lumen output so that the room would take on a sultry and seductive, dim luminescence. Gorgeous light from orange, yellow, green, and turquoise fully enclosed glass candle holders put forth a kaleidoscope of dancing photons that was comforting. My music selection was a custom-burned CD with Jan Hammer’s most dreamy creations mega-mixed to perfection by a local musician I met at the local music store. Jan’s music was going to play an important role in disarming Geneviève’s fighting spirit because of its dreamy musical and superbly tonal soundscape. I was laser-focused on her but had to be careful not to invoke jealousy in Claudia, who is a delicate and fragile soul whom I love with a depth of great emotion. It was by divine intervention that Claudia came into my life, and it is no coincidence that we have met and bonded in several ways.
I have such a delightfully delicious and wicked plan for the three of us and thought to myself how truly naughty I must be at my core. Not evil, no, just a naughty little boy who is all grown up now with an intense fantasy world that will be brought to life. With my game-plan set, and Claudia deeply enjoying her warm stand-up hugs, it was now “go” time, but before I released Claudia from our warm and close hug, I whispered in her ear “love, let us work together, and use our special magic on Geneviève, and bring her to an ecstatic union with the two of us. Follow my lead and let’s disarm her resistance to surrender.” Claudia smiled, then giggled, looked me in the eye, then planted a deep, luscious kiss upon me that lasted half a minute. She whispered back, “OK, you are brilliant, Gen will not suspect this. I know what buttons to press with her.” Locked and loaded with a plan of action, I released my bear hug with Claudia, and set my sights on Geneviève. Game on!
I slowly made my way to Geneviève, who was completely nude, and lying in my bed watching Claudia and I the entire time we were embracing. Her luscious, well-formed, and muscular body was the envy of all the greatest artists of the 17th century, who preserved beautiful girls like Gen on canvas. Her waist was likely 29 inches, with hips near 36, and her breasts were a full natural 36-C, possibly 38, with a pinkish-blue and pert-pair of areolae of 2-inch diameter. Her abdomen was lovely with a mild six-pack, but not anywhere near ripped, or suggestive of single-digit body fat. She was heavily muscled and CrossFit bred, with prominent quadriceps, hamstrings, and calves that were molded to perfection. Her feet were perfect, pedicured, and polished, as were her manicured and cultivated hands. She was smooth as silk all over, and her complexion from head to toe was uniform and unmarked, like the finest polished marble statuary seen in the best museums.
I carefully slid into the bed behind Geneviève while wearing a tight pair of Champion no-fly, dark-navy compression shorts, so that I could keep my tall, continuously erect-member pressed tightly against my body. I then interlocked us in a spoon hug, putting my right arm beneath her so she could rest her neck in the crook of my arm, giving me control, allowing me to freely reposition her when needed. My left arm was hooked around her waist as I caressed her finely smooth and firm abdomen and hips. Claudia was close by and watching, with a dead-eye lock on Geneviève as they mind-melded in silence. I nuzzled my nose into Geneviève’s hair and inhaled the most delightful aromas. Then I moved her lovely locks away from her neck and began to sniff behind her ears, nuzzling, and hover my lips by her neck, while sliding upward in the spoon so that I would have more reach. I took her from behind so I could absorb her energy and get a sense of what she is all about, and to avoid locking-eyes with her, so that she could not read-me, or my intentions. I had wicked-sexy plans for her, and wanted Geneviève to be pleasured, and fulfilled to the highest degree possible.
Claudia soon approached us and joined Geneviève and I in a mirror-spoon, facing Gen, when I decided to immediately roll myself and Geneviève toward my left side, rotisserie-style. This elevated her upwards onto my body, effectively lifting her off the mattress, and offering Geneviève’s body and luscious ornaments to Claudia in a perfectly accessible way. My thick pillow farm, comprising firm king-size pillows, kept us at a perfect angle, head higher than feet, which made the maneuver perfect. My hands were wrapped around Geneviève’s lovely body, with my left hand firmly planted on Geneviève’s solar-plexus, and my right arm, and hand, supporting her at her right hip, locking her in place with my absolute strength. Geneviève was now my captor, and I had her back like a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu fighter on the ground and took control of her so that Claudia could work her special magic. Claudia took this cue instantly, and moved swiftly towards Geneviève, and caressed, and kissed her ever swelling breasts lovingly, and with considerable care.
I was fortunate to have the perfect support for my lower back up above my shoulders, as the bed was firm and bolstered well. As Claudia was pleasuring Gen, I began to breathe and meditate, with the intention of generating energy in my hands that were caressing Geneviève’s smooth skin. The energy from my hands would be transferred to Geneviève, and hopefully increase her pleasure, and relax her body, mind, and spirit. My hands progressively became warm, then hot, as I concentrated on generating the whirlwind of Chi energy to be given to Gen in a package of unconditional love. Claudia continued to enjoy Geneviève, and was kissing her passionately, while massaging her mons pubis, and related areas. Then she kissed me, while Gen adjusted to give her access; then she went back to working Geneviève with a fever not previously seen. Suddenly, Geneviève said to Claudia, “Cloe, put him inside of me, and do go south, babe.”
Claudia immediately went for my boxer briefs and said, “Honey, lift,” And I lifted with my legs, and Gen also assisted with hers, and Claudia ripped those briefs off me savagely. Gen adjusted her body slightly upward towards my stomach, and gave Claudia access to my tree-of-life, and Claudia took me deep into her silky-moist mouth, and administered 10 full length, deep, and smooth strokes, then she dismounted, and with great speed, she applied the first condom, a regular tight fit latex, then a second, a magnum with a snug, but looser fit, followed by a liberal amount of Astroglide. She then said to Geneviève, “Gen, mount him now, I will guide you in,” and Gen mounted me to the full extent possible, with Claudia’s help, pegging herself in position solidly, and it was not in the garden, but two inches due south. I almost lost my mind when I realized where I was, which was a warm, snug, and cozy nook. Gen began to move up and down my firm tree-shaft to ensure that I would maintain my rigidity, and she attained about twenty delightful strokes.
Geneviève is now firmly “pegged” to my body, and I am deeply embedded within her “underground garage.” She then leaned back and reclined on my planked abdomen and ripped chest and assumed a supportive, and comfortable position, as Claudia adjusted the pillows behind me to create the perfect elevation angle for Gen to recline. About a 25-degree incline is my best guess. My hands were now wrapped around Geneviève’s body, and sensuously roaming all over her, stimulating her breasts, and everywhere that I could reach, including her long shoulder-length hair that exuded lovely aromas and silky softness. Claudia got into position, and nestled deeply between both of our legs, which were adjusted for a perfect fit, and placed her silky smooth and delightful mouth and tongue upon Geneviève’s wild garden of Eden. Claudia moaned as she embedded her entire face in Gen’s heavenly abode, beginning her aggressive oral pleasure campaign, and I was so jealous. I want to taste Gen so badly, and I cannot wait to sample her garden produce.
Much to my delight, the energies were now flowing properly between all three of us, and I could feel that Geneviève was surrendering to Claudia and me, making my wishes and desires slowly come to fruition. Many minutes passed, and Geneviève was hot, hot, hot, sweating, moaning, and pasted to my warm body, and I loved the feeling, but I needed something sweet to keep up my energy. I called out to Claudia and said, “Cloe-baby, come up for air, bring me Gen’s honey, and kiss me.” I wanted to taste Geneviève and was waiting for an opportunity without making Claudia jealous, and this was the perfect way to do so. Claudia moaned and immediately went deep inside Geneviève, who gasped and quaked. Then, Claudia dismounted Gen’s glorious garden with a delicate sucking-sound, making Gen moan. She then came to me with a wet and wild honey-slathered face and kissed me passionately delivering the aromatic and flavorful payload from Gen’s delightful garden, feverishly, while Gen caressed her back with her smooth hands, and held her close in an ecstatic embrace. Claudia and I kissed like wild beasts, our tongues dueling like liquid swords.
The sweetness, the aroma, and the flavors, combined with Claudia’s hot mouth and tongue, sent me spiraling into sheer madness, and almost an apoplectic neurological event. My heart rate was sky high, and my cardiac output was at peak efficiency, which kept me firmly planted inside of Geneviève with no change in hydrostatic pressure. This miracle resulted from the Yohimbe and Yerba Matte tea that I had drunk mightily two hours before. I had the power of a bison circulating within me, and Chi energy flow peaked! Claudia broke off the kiss, and like a honeybee tending to the hive, went back down on Geneviève and retrieved more of the delightful agave nectar, then planted a wet and wild kiss on Gen. I almost popped a blood vessel in my brain from the erotic coupling of these two vixens, but could breathe and calm it down, but just barely. Claudia broke off the kiss with Geneviève, and proceeded to go back down for more, when I said, “Claudia, complete the circuit, and do a 180. Go up top and give Gen your luscious garden. Gen, bring Claudia to a full climax first, then you release your wild honey too when you can.” After saying this, my mind was blown, as I comprehended the beauty and complexity of this trinity of lovemaking. Absolutely, off-the hook, erotic, and synchronistic; the three of us were as one.
Claudia immediately began to get into position, and I knew that she would require knee and leg support, so I tucked both of my arms close to my flanks, and moved my forearms towards my head, with palms facing the ceiling. Claudia was able to mount my hands with ease by initially planting her knees firmly upon my open palms, while she tucked her thighs inward. To review our wild and woolly coupling, recall that I am lying on my back, propped up by pillows at about a 25-degree angle, my head higher than my feet. I am fully erect, double-condom-ed, Astroglided, and connected to Geneviève due-south of her garden in the “underground garage.” Geneviève is on her back lying on me as if I were a partially elevated examination table, and Claudia is on top of Geneviève in the sixty-nine orientation, and being supported by my hands, with my elbows mashed into the firm mattress. Claudia and Geneviève are carefully adjusting themselves to perform dual urogenital oral stimulation, while I support the weight of both, in an abdominal plank maneuver reserved for Olympic athletes.
Claudia, being extremely light, flexible, and maneuverable, found it best to release my hands, so they could roam about, while she squeezed her legs as if mounted to an Arabian stallion to steady herself upon the both of us. Geneviève and Claudia became fully engaged and connected, mouth-to-garden simultaneously, and passionately worked to bring each other to climax, while my hands caressed both of them. My left hand exploring Claudia, and my right hand exploring Geneviève, and the three of us remained brilliantly connected to each other, completing the spiritual soul-sourced energy circle. Claudia climaxed first with a tremendous quaking and commotion because of Geneviève’s superb cunnilingual skills.
Claudia then brought Geneviève to full climax soon after her own and sent shock waves into my body as she arched her back and moved about on my hard, planked abdomen. About three minutes later, both girls gained control of their senses, and carefully disconnected, then dismounted from our divine triumvirate. I was a hot, sweaty mess, and Claudia grabbed a terry cloth towel and lovingly dried me off, then wiped down Geneviève, who shortly thereafter, grabbed two Kleenexes, and removed my double-armor safety gear. Claudia told Geneviève to “tune him up a bit, and cover him again, so I can mount.” Turning her gaze to me, she said, “Marc, you better not orgasm until I say you can,” smiling the whole time and giving me a wink.
Claudia mounted me quickly after Geneviève’s sensual tune-up and careful preparation, and began to work, and move with a thrashing side-to-side grind, using the full length of my tree of life, while Geneviève watched me carefully saying, “you better not finish before my girl is fully satisfied.” Gen suddenly became a stern dominatrix and grasped both of my nipples and twisted them hard. Then she smacked me across the left cheek of my face with a furious wind-up and smiled from ear to ear. Yikes! Mission accomplished, as the stinging pain I experienced diverted my attention away from my loins. Claudia told Geneviève, “Do not hurt him, but do keep him occupied.” And with that order, Geneviève carefully grabbed my scrotum, and pulled my “bits” away from my body with one hand and squeezed them. Then she twisted a nipple with the other free hand. Claudia now increased her tempo, and was wild, woolly, and unhinged as she pounded my pelvic region flat with her full body weight, mashing me good and hard, and eventually bringing herself very close to an internal vaginal orgasm. She then told Geneviève, “Gen, pleasure him, kiss him, and make him crazy. I am almost there!”
Geneviève, following orders, threw her left leg directly over my chin, and straddled me with her paradise garden right above my face, and said in a soft, sultry voice, “taste,” and she leaned forward and offered the ambrosia of her garden of Eden, and I dined mightily like Kings of olde, while she moved around, and mopped my cleanly shaved, and smooth as silk face, with her lovely “Chatte.” Claudia shouted, “I am almost their Marc. Orgasm with me! Gen, work him, baby-girl.” Geneviève dismounted my face, then quickly planted a deep and viciously delightful French kiss upon me, and Claudia brought it home like a champion savage beast, and was climaxing like a wild animal, and soon I did the same, bucking upward like a wild Mustang, while Geneviève had me pinned to her lips, and we kept going, and going, and mashing wildly until finally, Geneviève released me from her lip-lock gasping, and headed for the leather loveseat, falling into it, while Claudia fell forward, and kissed me deeply lapping away ferociously, then she dismounted, landing to my right side. Geneviève lovingly got two more Kleenexes, and removed my now overflowing cover, and toweled me off, then joined Claudia and I side by side as we recovered from that wild ride together. All three of us were gasping for air and trying to cool off. Each of us was deep in his or her thoughts for quite some time as we navigated our love fest induced euphoric haze.
I kept replaying the events of what just occurred in my mind, and my heart rate was now steady, and suddenly, my tree-of-life was standing tall, and wide again. I looked up, and wondered out-loud, “Hey mate, what is your problem now?” speaking to the erect-tree directly, and with vigor. Then Geneviève popped her head-up, and was smiling, and noticed the tree, and said, “What is his problem after what we just went through?” I started laughing, and so did Gen, and Claudia came out of her euphoric-haze and asked, “What are you guys giggling about?” Then she looked and saw the “problem,” and smiled, and said, “Gen, I am spent; take care of that for me, but be gentle. Astroglide him good, and let’s all watch him climax free air this time.” Claudia wrapped herself in my sheet, then snuggled up to me while she watched Geneviève apply the glide and use both of her hands to twist and slide in different directions, all about the length of my “tree.” Claudia soon whispered in my ear, “Let me know when you are close. Tap my body with your finger.”
I smiled and kissed her and was just in seventh heaven, floating in the air. Geneviève knew exactly how to prolong my agony and pleasure, but eventually, the fires raged at the base of my “tree,” and I lovingly tapped on Claudia’s shoulder, and wondered what she might do to me. Claudia tells Geneviève, “Stop. I will take him from here,” and Geneviève, smiling, stops stroking me just in time, and retrieves a towel, carefully removing the glide-gel from me and her hands, and Claudia begins to move slowly towards my swollen and throbbing “tree.” Geneviève moves into position beside me, and says to Claudia, “I want some,” and Gen kisses me lightly, while rubbing my chest and abdomen with her smooth and delicate hand. Seconds later, with my eyes closed, Claudia takes me into her wet and wild mouth intimately, and lovingly brings me to completion slowly, with delightful full-length vacuum strokes. She captured all my silky essence, not wasting a drop, taking her time to make sure I am empty and complete. Geneviève releases me from the kiss that held me, and looks at Claudia, and they both meet halfway above me to carefully kiss, and exchange the life-giving silky essence of my deepest being. They shared the delicacy, savoring the flavors, and purring like panthers in heat, just as Gen requested. Finally, they break the lip-lock, and arch their heads backward to swallow all that was exchanged. Claudia then came to me for a deep kiss, then Gen followed next, and shortly after we all collapsed on the bed, and drifted off to sleep.
Sometime later, we all began to move, and embarked upon a mission to tidy things up. The girls are going about their business and getting dressed, while I overfill two envelopes full of cash to give to these lovely women. I whispered to Claudia, “Shall we invite Geneviève to dinner with us later tonight? I am sure that we can fit three at our reserved table, and the car I hired for four hours is a large Lincoln, no problem.” She whispered back, “no Marc, thank you, but since our time in Montréal is short, I want it to be just us. I want to know all about you. Do you agree?” I said, “I feel the same way, Claudia. Even though we both know that this is a special summer gathering, and that life will cleave us apart, know that I will never forget you, and that you will always be with me.”
She said in a low, sultry voice, “You…you were with me long before we bumped heads, and we will remain so. I, I love you, Marc,” and her eyes welled with emotion, and I replied in a soft tone, “I love you too, Claudia.” We hugged closely , and with those beautiful words in my heart, I released Claudia, and hugged Geneviève warmly, kissing her on both cheeks tastefully, and thanked her for “a memorable experience of a lifetime,” and she smiled warmly. I walked both ladies to the door. With Geneviève leaving first, she summoned the elevator. Looking back at Claudia and I, Gen held the elevator door open as I said, “Claudia, I will see you soon, and will call you just before I leave.” We kissed, and hugged again, and said “goodbye,” and in a few moments, the two most lovely women of a lifetime were gone.