At some point, either by some rare alignment of the planets or perhaps just blind luck, we both arrived in Biarritz France the same week. But it would be a day or two later that we would meet. I had reserved a nice villa along the opposite side of the street from the curved historical seawall. I chose this particular one because of the view from its enormous balcony. I had decided to grab my paper and pen, then made my way to a small coffee shop which was into the little shop area of Biarritz, just at the end of the seawall. My trip here was more an escape from stress, from others which had only seem to add drama to my life, so I left that behind and here I sat, my small cup of espresso and a on and off again gaze outside the large plate glass window. I had become an expert at this people watching and when an idea or a thought struck me, I simply jotted it down.
It was maybe a couple of hours before sunset, I was leaning back in the chair reading when something awakened me. You had just walked in, your carefully placed hint of perfume arriving just before you. As I looked your way, as you moved to the counter, while speaking softly to the barista while retrieving a small book from your should bag. I tried to look away, to focus back on my writing but I was drawn to you, so I cleared my throat to let you know I was there. But your eyes never ventured my way, like me, your thoughts seemed to be elsewhere, you took your drink and sat but a mere three feet from me. You had dressed casual and couldn’t have looked more beautiful. As you begin to read, you gathered your hair and pulled it aside, which left me with a view of your neck. I imagined you in a mirror just before arriving here, with the tip of a finger, a slight touch to your neck and placing the perfume which I smelled now.
Over the next few minutes, we introduced ourselves, you allowed me to sit with you and you talked and I of coarse, listened. As time passed, I found my smile again, something had been missing in my life for some time. We decided to walked the seawall and enjoy the hour before sunset. Summer had ended, fall just arriving so the weather was pleasant. For the first hundred yards or so I opened up, I told you a little about me and how I myself ended up here in Biarritz. It was apparent that for our own personal reasons, we had our walls up but with each step, those walls became brittle, with each step we both allowed more of ourselves to be known. As we watch the sun to our right sink closer into the horizon, an occasional couple would walk towards us hand in hand, they would give us a smile and a nod then pass behind us.
As we neared the end of the walk, we now could see the pier to which many people came to. To look upon it would certainly provoke those romantic sensations that most dreamed would rush through their bodies, it was breath taking.
By the time we reached it, we were no longer strangers, with each step towards the pier, our bodies remained close to each other, your laughter was so appealing, I myself was alive again. By the time we walked out to the end of the pier, most others were gone, so we leaned on the stone support and looked out over the water. I remember you nudging me to stand behind you and to hold you securely and I did so as a single strand of your hair placed itself in my lips, it was as if you had flipped a light switch, my heart beat strongly against your back, your head resting on my arm, we watched the sun fade away and you then decided to turn towards me in my arms and we kissed. We both heard a shuffling of feet and looked away and saw a much older couple get up from a bench and move away. I could not help but wonder how many times this beautiful old couple had been here as we are now.
I moved my mouth towards your ear and whispered in it, your body became warmer, I placed a small kiss behind your ear and with that, your hand pressed against my chest and we kissed more passionately. Then you felt it, my cock hardening as it pressed against your body, your hand slid down and through my jeans, your hand brushed it, then took hold of it briefly, a moan from me and we decided to head to the villa. The distance from the pier to my room wasn’t that far, but it seemed like an eternity and with each step, I began to think, to question myself. It had been so long since I had enjoyed the company of a lovely woman, I wondered if I was even capable of pleasing this woman intimately, with her contagious smile, that inviting perfume, this woman who I shared things in common with?
By the time we made it inside, night had arrived and after ordering something to be brought to the room, we went in for the night. The villa was spacious, its elegance apparent but the most memorable part was the view from the balcony. We both walked towards it, I opened the double doors and as our eyes looked outward, my hand touch yours, you took it and we walked out to admire what the evening had to offer.
Outward and below, we traced our steps, from the far end to the pier just to our left, on the beach below we could see a couple making love, we watched for a short while, you kissed me lightly and announced you were going in to run us a bath. The bathroom area itself was marble, the garden tub enormous and the spa jets, ample room for the both of us. On the ledge around the tub, they furnished, bath oils, salts, oil lamps and a small window fridge, stocked with small bottles of the finest wines. You checked the temp of the water with your wrist, then lighting the lamps, you called me to come in and join you.
As I entered the bath area, it was a bit awkward for all of a few seconds, then you let me undress you. As I did so, your eyes never left mine, my heart pounded so hard from the lovely fit body I saw that I was sure you could hear it. Naked before me, my hands around your waist, you then began to undress me. As my clothes fell at my feet, there was but only one item to remove, my briefs. You had to press my cock against me so that you could remove them. We kissed and I got into the tub first as you then got in, laying between my legs as your head and back rested against my chest. My face pressed against your hair, my hands began massaging your breast, we soaped up wash cloths and bathe each other, you felt my cock throbbing against you. You turn to take it in your hand and you wash it, its stiffens harder.
We soak for some time, one of the spa jets stream hit directly in the area of your clit, your body tenses, now I can feel your heart-beating stronger. You suddenly stand, wrap a towel around yourself and head to the bedroom, you look back to ask me to bring the lotion. A couple of minutes pass, I walk in to join you, the room completely dark with the exception of the view from the balcony, which we could easily see from bed and a candle which you lit, just on the table nearest the bed. You were laying on your tummy, your head facing the balcony, which gave me a most tempting view of your beautiful legs, your butt. I get into bed just beside you and begin to lotion your body, taking my time, there was no reason to rush. I had decided to lay atop you, my chest against you back, my legs between yours. Then as we turned sideways, my hand reached around to lotion and massage your arms, your breast. We kissed, pulling your tongue into my mouth, I moved you to lay on your back, as the candle burned, as the shadows of us played about on the walls, I began kissing your tummy, your hands reaching for my head, you pressed me downwards and you softly moan.
Hours pass, the candle was itself a reminder of the time we spent exploring each others bodies,
There was not a place on your body that my lips had not kissed, nor a place which the tip of my tongue had not brushed. You had positioned me on my back, my cock hard and erect against my stomach, your eyes look deep within me, studying me and as you did this, you then lean down to me and you whisper into my ear, your scent saturates every pore of my body, my hands slowly lay at my sides on the bed. You take control, your hand rubs the lenght of my shaft and I begin to moan.My mind is free again, I was uncertain I could do this anymore, to allow myself to become vulnerable again. My walls are no more and as you and I make love, as the candle burns and shortens, as the night departs and the morning sun arrives, we lay in each others arms, I taste you on my lips, your scent is now my scent. Just before we fall asleep, I reach down to gather the quilt to I cover us up as we now dream together.