so important, he must get it right.
Trevor began to nibble on the delicate skin behind her ear. At the same time he slid his hand between her legs and cupped her treasure with his palm. His breath was warm in her ear as he whispered, “Here?”
“Oui. Now apply pressure here.” She guided his hand a little lower and pressed the heel of his palm directly on the hidden and highly sensitive passion button. “Massage here lightly, rotating your palm slightly. Let me feel its heat.” She gasped as she felt a rush of moistness between her thighs. “Now,” she started, caught her breath, and started again, “now slowly insert your finger…ah, ah, yes.” She struggled with rational thought as he expertly followed her directions. “Test the inner walls, ah, do you feel the passage will be easy, or is more lubrication necessary?” she asked breathlessly. “This must be your call, not hers,” she cried and bit her lip to stifle a deep groan from bursting forth. “You must know instincti…instin…ahh…know instinctively when she is ready to accept you without pain,” she gushed.
Trevor was dealing with his own growing ache while he followed her directions. Her instructions were driving him crazy, and he couldn’t wait to delve deep into his instructor. All thoughts of her advanced age were long gone. His rock-hard dick only recognized the fact that there was a hot, juicy pleasure depot nearby it needed to dip into.
“Trevor, you…must…understand…the difference…between pressure…and pain. Pressure is good; pain is not always.”
He decided she felt more than ready to accept him. His fingers were covered with her own natural lubricant. He rolled over and poised himself above her.
“Not yet, mon amour. Everything, you must learn everything.” She opened her legs wide and guided his hand to her aching spot. “This is my treasure. You must dive into the sea to find the pearl and reward me for sharing my treasure with you.”
He slipped his fingers back inside her to rewet them and then gently parted her flowery lips and exposed her pearl. He teased and nipped the tiny jewel with his tongue and lips alternately until she screamed for him to stop.
“Now, mon amour, now,” she whimpered, exhausted.
He needed no other urging as he pushed his throbbing reward deep inside the warmth of her treasure. Fireworks exploded in his head as her muscles contracted around his shaft. He remained still for a few moments to allow her to adjust and then began slowly stroking in and out of her treasure. He could feel her squeezing and releasing him as she matched her movements to his. She was demanding and insatiable. He slipped his hand under her back to raise her hips higher and then hesitated.
“I will not break, silly,” she admonished him. “If a woman cannot take what you give, she will let you know.”
Permission granted, he picked up the pace a bit and increased his tempo. He wasn’t certain how much longer he could hold off, and he wasn’t sure she’d had enough.
As if she were reading his mind, she responded, “Remember, it is not so important what you are feeling—it is critical what she is feeling.”
What!? His brain screamed as his body primed for an explosion. “How am I supposed to know?” he demanded.
“She…will…tell…you!” she shouted as a growl started at the base of her throat and forced its way out of her mouth in the form of an agonized scream.
Almost simultaneously, he felt a gush of hot fluid rush from her body and finally released his hold on a stream of his own. He groaned aloud as he collapsed on the bed beside her.
They lay there quietly for a few minutes before she raised herself up on her elbow and peered at him. “That was lesson one,” she advised and then laughed delightfully at the shocked expression on his face.
A short time later, Claudette retrieved luxurious terry-cloth robes for each of them, and they returned to the sitting room where Trevor stoked the fire with wood, and they toasted each other with champagne. As she rested comfortably in her chair, a serious expression appeared on her face. “There is a very important matter you must take very seriously, as it relates to sharing your body with women.”
He looked across at her quizzically and waited for her to continue. He valued her opinion, and he knew if she felt the issue was serious, he should pay attention.
“It is about protection. Tonight I am sure you were prepared for the activities of the evening, and you cleverly and very discreetly noticed I was prepared as well with the condoms placed conveniently within your reach on the nightstand. I compliment you on retrieving one without interrupting the flow of the act. However, you may feel a certain amount of trust in me; do not be so foolish as to place this much trust in other women, especially women of child-bearing age. You are a very handsome man, and there will be those women who wish to bear a miniature copy of you. You would not be the first man to fall prey to a ‘pinhole’ in a seemingly sealed condom. Always bring your own protection. The application of the condom should never disrupt the flow of the moment. For bold women, you may suggest they put it on for you; it will enhance the experience. For shy or inexperienced women, you should always handle this with finesse and sensitivity. Protect yourself and your future partners from any of those ugly diseases. They will appreciate you even more if your actions display concern for their well-being as well as their sexual satisfaction.”
Trevor understood the importance of what she advised him and appreciated that she cared enough to bring it up. It was a delicate subject, and a reminder of his own responsibility in the sexual act did not hurt.
“Thank you, ma chère. I will be mindful of my responsibility in protecting myself and my clients,” he said. He had been curious about the melon wedges on the tray and took this opportunity to change the subject. “Do the melons have a special meaning?” he asked.
“No, not at all. In fact we were supposed to have the melons and champagne before the lesson,” she replied simply.
“But if we are setting a romantic tone, why would you have melons and not strawberries? Or, better yet, chocolate-covered strawberries?” he persisted.
“Well, my dear, it may not apply so much in our situation. But if you ever want to really impress a lady friend, you will try this. Bear with me as I must demonstrate. Strawberries can be bitter sometimes; chocolate makes the teeth not so pretty and leaves a chocolate smell in the mouth. We have not had any melon wedges yet, so this demonstration will work quite nicely. Kiss me,” she instructed.
He rose from his chair and stood in front of her and gave her a brief kiss on the lips. He was surprised when she raised her eyebrows and looked disgusted.
“Mon Dieu! How do you expect to keep women calling you if you do not know how to kiss them avec passion?”
“Wait a minute, you didn’t ask for all that,” he countered and pulled her up from the chair and into his arms. He kissed her lightly at first and then coaxed her willing lips apart and slipped his tongue into her mouth. His tongue enticed hers in a brief but very sensual tête-à-tête.
As he began to pull away and end the kiss, she forgot this was a test and instinctively stood on tiptoes to follow his retreating tongue and extend the moment. Then she caught herself and realized how easily he’d swept her in and made her lose her head. He would be a dangerous lover, and women would pay dearly to be with him.
“Okay, much better,” she agreed and then continued. “Tell me, what do I taste like?”
“Huh?
