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Charles is one of my favorite libertines. Sometimes, when a meeting happens well ("there is feeling" as they say in the middle) and there are also affinities, we take pleasure in seeing each other again. Some libertines become even close friends.
Charles is one of the very first libertines we met via the site Netechangisme (now Wyylde). Objectively and there is nothing nasty in writing this, it is not a top model. But it was clear from his photos in profile a certain class, an assurance, a refinement, in short an undeniable charisma. Are women more indulgent or less superficial towards men?
In short, talking to him about instant messaging, Giacomo and I quickly perceived that we had to do to a real libertine, courteous and cultivated gentleman, which did not spoil anything.
Working in finance in London, he is sometimes passing through Paris. We met several times at those times, always in trio except once my man could not join us because of a job to finish. But since he has complete confidence in Charles, he proposes me to find him alone, it would be a pity to wait for his next return. It is this episode that I will tell ...
I had to find Charles in the restaurant, he wanted to take me to dinner before ... In short, he's a gentleman, should I call him back?
I was preparing as for a first appointment: shower, hair removal, makeup, varnish, perfume, fine lingerie, stockings, sexy little black dress but not too much, pumps, trench ... And I was ready, The habit.
Since he knows that women like to wait (or because they mathematically have more things to do to prepare than the men?), It was agreed that we find ourselves in the bar of his hotel.
I see him from behind, leaning on the bar, drinking a lemon perrier. Yes, to be successful, alcohol is not the best ally! I observe him as he approaches: his back is large and wide, he is muscular but fine, he stands straight. Still classy. He hears my heels and turns around just before I reach her height. A big contagious smile illuminates his face, we are delighted to meet again.
"Always beautiful Lou, it's a pleasure to see you again.
"Always charming Charles, the pleasure is shared." How are you ?
"Very well, but I'm dying of hunger and I think I'm going to need some strength. Come on, I'll take you to an excellent little restaurant.
- If you take me by the feelings then! I follow you ! "
The restaurant is a short walk from the hotel, which is not a detail when walking with heels. I appreciate the attention even if it is perhaps only the result of chance.
We tell each other our lives since the last time we saw each other. His work, his London life, his libertine encounters. Of all his sexual adventures, he explains to me that his best experiences are those where his partners clearly express their desires, their desires, their letting go.
Some of the women he met were very nice but did not want to play and it just did not bend. Impossible to do anything with them. While others, perhaps less beautiful, had eyes sparkling with malice, greedy of sexual adventures, had a mad effect that made him mad.
Was it manipulation? Has he put me in condition? Or did he tell me all this factually and naively? Whatever, the result will be the same ...
After enjoying our dinner, he settles the bill and we go back to his hotel. For me, a delicious dinner is a nice entry for preliminaries.
Scarcely had the door of his chamber closed, Charles attracted me and kissed me passionately. I close my eyes and I savor this languorous kiss. Its perfume intoxicates me. His hands slide under my trench and he takes it away. My hands also slip under his hood to get rid of it.
We resume our kiss by letting our hands run over our bodies. When her fingers sneak under my dress, they meet stockings held by a garter belt. He stops and retreats.
"You know it makes me crazy ..."
- I hope so…
- Can I take a picture and send it to Giacomo?
- Of course, but wait a bit before sending it, it does not work alone ... "
I lean against the wall and camber myself while he slightly raises my dress, just enough to discover my ass, my thong and my garter belt.
