Autumn rain hammered the windshield. I gripped the wheel, three hours from home for All Saints’. Moral low, fight with Jean fresh. Gas station neon glowed ahead, elite pit-stop for the rich. Parked sleek Audi. Manager nodded, knew me. Stranger approached, tall, left-handed, square steel chrono gleaming on right wrist. Polo hugged his frame. Car broke down. Paid my fuel with platinum card. Traced easily if harm. I relented.
He loaded valise in leather-lined trunk. Storm raged. Lightning flashed, I panicked, pulled over. He took wheel, shed wet blazer on supple rear seats. Drove steady through thunder. Clung to his shoulder at each boom. Village lights flickered. No rooms. Then, illuminated haven: exclusive auberge, lanterns casting golden haze. Parked among Bentleys. He insisted dinner. Inside, fire crackled, truffle aromas swirled. Menu prices soared. He ordered two tasting menus, paired Veuve Clicquot. Fossette dimpled as he smiled. Hands large, commanding. Paid again. One suite left: 160cm king bed, velvet drapes, marble bath.
The Privilege
I protested. He firm: floor for him. Subjugated, I slipped into lace nightie. Peeked out. He showered, emerged in silk pajamas. I lifted sheets, bared smooth curves. He admired, restrained. Lights off. Wind howled shadows across shutters.
Storm peaked. Blackout. Terror gripped. I lunged, arms neck, body molding his. Legs locked. His cock hardened against my belly. Protected, aroused. I kissed soft. He devoured, tongue probing. Hands roamed ass, slit slick. Pushed him away, grabbed thick shaft. Straddled, impaled slow. Tight, stretching. ‘Oh Jean,’ slipped out. Rode deliberate. He gripped hips, set rhythm. Finger teased rear, sucked wet, probed deep. Waves crashed. Exploded screaming his name wrong. Collapsed, sated.
Dawn. Maid delivered silver tray: croissants, fresh berries, espresso. He gone. Keys, note: ‘Paid all. Thanks for the lift.’ No name. Drove home transformed. USB found in blazer pocket weeks later. Family pics, his ex. Engineer files. Kept it.
The Excess
Nurse now, elite ortho ward. Young crash victims flirted. Him: Pierre, ski fracture, feverish. Pale, groaning. Nursed gentle. Chocolates tempted, dark melting divine on tongue. Fossette smiled. Watch confirmed: right wrist. Gaucher.
His mother fractured later. Returned USB in rain. Dropped him at Merc. Reunion sparked. Bouquet at door. Lunch intimate, her apartment leather sofas, city penthouse view. Hospital visits, mother’s joy. Dinner? ‘Your place.’ No food. Ripped clothes. His cock plunged raw, expert strokes. Fingers everywhere. Orgasms chained. Sheets silk-drenched.
Mother beamed at our glow. Secret elite bond sealed. Power circles whispered: nurse climbed to chief, surgeon favors earned nights. He: whispers of boardrooms. Storm night launched it all. Discreet, ours.
