You recommended Le Saint Sulpice, the lovely hotel in Old Montreal, when I called you and told you I had a conference that I had to attend in Montreal . The suite I booked was lovely --- French style windows opening onto the courtyard, exposed stone walls, a large fireplace, leather armchairs. I left your name at the front desk, with instructions to give you a key, knowing that at some point, on some night, you would appear. I am not disappointed. It is Saturday night one day left at the conference, but I am bored and have fallen asleep early. Asleep, that is, until I feel a hand slip into my nightgown, cupping my breast, and caressing my nipple into hardness. "I know you were waiting for me, " you whisper. Damn, you are lengthy.

But you are also right. You begin to kiss me, working my arms out of my gown, til you have it free. You back up and pull it over my head, and you begin to toy down my neck to my breast. You take my nipple into your mouth and bite it, gently. "Hey seriously I didn't know you were coming here, Francis. How are you? What have you been " You stop me with your mouth on mine, preventing me from finishing a sentence. You know that I am a bit shy, a bit wary but you won't put up with the chit chat. You slide your hand down to my stomach and lightly caress there before moving down to my panties, lightly brushing my personal place. You slide off the bed and begin to kiss your way up my thighs. You can smell my arousal you press my personal place through my panties with your tongue. Oh, I have been waiting for this, thinking about that beautiful length of yours. I start to fumble with your zipper.

You push my hands away, smiling. "Not yet, dear. You will have to wait, " you say.

I am starting to get breathless. "Francis, god, touch me, " I moan. You lean in and push my panties to the side, toying, probing with your tongue, teasing me.

You move back and pull my panties off of me and push my legs up to sit on your shoulders. You lean in and slide your tongue into me. You take your thumb and rest it on my personal place, just resting it there but you take your another finger and run it around my other warmth, teasing my soft place then you replace your tongue with your fingers.

I am now very, very wet. You turn your finger up and stroke my g-spot but you also begin to rub my personal place, making me whimper with desire. You replace your finger with your tongue again but the finger moves again to my soft place and I begin to orgasm. It intensifies it washes through me and I scream again and again, bucking against you, wanting you inside of me, even deeper. As my screams start to subside, you slowly lower your pants and you allow me, finally, to grab and pull at your boxers until you step out of them. You stand now to my face and feed me your rock hard length. I start to toy along the head, wrapping my hand around you and pulling you into my mouth. I take my other hand and slowly start to massage your balls. God, you taste so good. But you are large I have to take my time in order to take all of you into mouth. I pull back and toy along the shaft. Mmmmmm, the precum tastes so good.

"Put your finger in my soft place, " you moan. I oblige, and your knees buckle. You are not going to be able to stand up for much longer.

I increase my speed, pulling you in and out of my mouth, using my hand, knowing you are about to cum.

"Cum on me.

I want you all over me.

Cum on my breasts, cum in my mouth, " I whisper. And then I demand. "I want your cum now.

" I continue to stroke you hard and fast, and I pull your length out of my mouth.

Ahhh, you start to cum, and it shoots into my mouth and down onto my chest. You lean in and rub the cum across my hard nipples. "Barb, that feels so good. Shit, I can't stand up any more.

" But I take no pity on you. Instead, I lean in and take your length in my mouth again, milking the last drops out of you. "Francis, you are getting hard again." I can't believe it.

You really are getting hard again as I continue to pull on you. Unbelievable. You don't speak. Instead, you reach down with both hands and grab my face, pulling me up towards you.

I stand up you kiss me deeply, and you begin to push me backwards, out toward the balcony.

"Francis --- anyone visiting the Basilica tonight can see us out here! Shit, Francis, we are naked.

" You have the nerve to laugh and then you turn me around so I am facing away from you. And that is when I see her, on the balcony next to us. "Bend over, " you order, your lips close to my ear, as you push me down. My hands anchor themselves on the balcony railing, giving me leverage to push against you. You press the head of your length against my wet and private lips, teasing me slowly with it, before pushing it in with one hard motion. I gasp. My whole body shivers. and at that same moment, I realize that the lovely girl on the balcony next to us has not taken her eyes off of us --- she is staring. And she is smiling at me.