How to Catch Butterflies (5 page)

When the helicopter had landed, they were met by another chauffer driven car. The small ground crew transferred their luggage from the copper to the boot of the Mercedes ‘S’ class that had been sent to collect them from the hotel.

Once they were in the vehicle George explained that the car would drop them off at ‘The Opéra de Monte-Carlo.’ And then would transport their luggage to the hotel. When the car stopped Lucy was flabbergasted at the architecture of the beautiful ornate building before her.

She stepped out of the car, noticing immediately the vehicles that were parked in the plaza. All types of top of the range vehicles. There were millions at least parked up outside this amazing building.

But that was nothing, to the sheer elegance and opulence of the interior as George took her arm. Leading her through the most exquisite building she had ever seen or been in. The frescos were astonishing. As she walked on the marble floor, she hoped and prayed that she wouldn’t slip, due to it being so highly polished.

They were shown to their box and they took their seats and readied themselves for the performance.

Lucy felt like she was having a pretty woman moment. She laughed to herself. Rebecca and her loved that film and she would never believe her when she told her all about this, and she was captivated by the auditorium it was totally enthralling.

She glanced at him through the acts; he was so incredibly handsome, and a real gentleman. For four long months she had not given in to her wanton needs. She had fought with herself every time she kissed him. After her first kiss from him, she made sure never to put herself in a position where
she
would be tempted to give in to the lustful needs and the thumping in her panties, which he would leave her with.

She really liked George and not just because of this night, each time she left him it got more and more difficult to leave. But tonight and for this weekend they would be together.

*

George sat there watching her, she was truly captivating. Whilst she watched the opera from their box, he gazed at her, mesmerized; he was totally awestruck by her. He saw the other men in the auditorium; they too were all doing the same as he, each captivated by this beauty beside him.

It gave him an immense satisfaction, knowing she was with him.

He was still swooning over her when the encores suddenly erupted. Everyone rose to applaud, it was then she leaned over and whispered into his ear with her sultry tones that she was going to
‘suck his cock dry’
her hot breath brushing his neck and earlobe sending shivers down his spine and making his cock throb to the tip. His body slightly trembled in shivers of ecstasy. It was another first for him.

She then stepped back to watch his reaction with a gleeful smirk on her face at his trembling.

‘
What a Minx
she was he thought. As he watched her smile as she saw the bulge she had made in his tuxedos trousers.

She was truly astonishing she would be the ‘bell of the ball’ anywhere she went; he had never met anyone like her.

They walked to the hotel which was next door to the Opera house.

As they walked through the opulent foyer they were met by the hotel manager who dutifully fussed over them.

“Welcome back to the Café de Paris’ Mr. De Vere, your usual suite is ready for you”.

He slammed his hand down on the antique solid brass desk bell as it pinged a bell boy arrived to escort them to his suite.

He took Lucy’s hand and they followed the porter to the lift the chiffon train of her dress gliding gracefully behind her as she walked. The lift doors opened at the 7th floor, they then followed the porter and his mirror shined, squeaking shoes, down the opulent curved corridor.

The porter who had the room key, stepped into a recess, and opened the double doors of suite 713 with both hands as he walked into the private hallway stopping to carefully switch on a few selected lights from the panel.

The porter then opened another set of double doors in front of him and stepped into a magnificent living room with double bedrooms on each side of the suite. They each had their own private balconies giving them stunning sea views of the Mediterranean.

The porter stepped back and let them enter the room. He then stepped back closing both sets of doors as he passed backwards through them. Leaving George and Lucy alone listening to the sound of his squeaking shoes disappear out of range, along the glorious curved corridor …

*

She could see her luggage in her room to the left of her, ‘even after a night like this he still had the other room for her and she was impressed. As when obviously booking this, George had not presumed that she would have slept with him and that made her like George a hell of a lot more.

*

George reached into his pocket and took out his IPod and settled it into the docking station on the desk in front of him and pressed play. ‘INXS’s - ‘Never tear us apart’ started to play filling the room.

He was looking at Lucy, as stepped to the right of him, towards one of the armchairs while removing his Tuxedo jacket, folding it inside out, placing it neatly down on the arm.

George turned and walked towards Lucy who was still standing near the doors, he started to undo his old style bow tie while walking to her popping the stud’s on his shirt exposing his sculpted chest as he advanced to her.

The lighting in the room had really set the mood, it was gentle and soft. As he approached Lucy he slid his arm around her drawing her to him and they started to slowly sway with the music.

Taking her face gently in his hands, drawing her closer to him, he pressed his lips slowly and gently on hers, whilst they still moved to the words of the song.

The first verse finished and as the drums on the song thundered, they erupted. Their kissing intensified. Their mouths opening and devouring each other. Their tongues began to wander discovering each other, darting to and fro.

Their breathing deepened as did their tongues. He grabbed her hand gently placing it over his trousers. She gently squeezed his throbbing bulge. He felt himself harden with every touch she made, as she massaged it firmly. Their tongues were still gliding, darting into each other’s mouths with urgency.

George’s hands found the zip at the side of her dress and slowly, he pulled it down. The dress sliding from her silky body to the enormous soft gold and duck egg blue Persian rug exposing her bare perky breasts.

In turn she undid his belt and unzipped his trousers and they too fell to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and quickly removed his socks whilst doing so he looked lustfully at Lucy. He stood up and gently embraced Lucy again her arms wrapped around his neck. He brought her mouth to his again.

As the guitar twanged, and the bass drum kicked out intensifying the atmosphere. George’s hands slid down, cupping her buttocks firmly. He gently lifted her up, her legs now wrapped around his waist, their kissing now turning into a lustful frenzy. At one point they were against the wall, her back slamming against it in the throes of passion.

He could feel his hardness just below her, still incased in his boxers. They moved still to the rhythm of each other as the music and ‘Michael Hutchences’s voice filled the air.

He wanted her bad he had wanted her for such a long time.

George reached down and let his shorts drop, those too falling to the floor. He was free and he could feel the moistness of her thong just above him. God he needed to be in her.

He could feel her swollen nipples as they brushed against his chest. He groaned with urgency, and with that he removed her thong. He pressed her against the wall again, his mouth on hers.

“I need to be in you Lucy” he said gazing into her eyes. She confirmed her yes by her tongue massaging his.

George lowered her gently down onto his waiting cock. She gasped as he entered her, as she took him further, deeper into her. He groaned again, as he thrust against her. He moved her off the wall and carried her to his bedroom. He lay her gently down on the bed, not removing himself from her once.

Both were now groaning in ecstasy. He licked her nipples, but he knew he wouldn’t last long. This too was a first, and for the first time in his life, he felt like he was making love.

Between his and her groans he could feel himself building up, feeling her moistness and warmth around the base of his cock, his need growing by the second.

”Lucy, I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”

She had started to clench her pelvic muscles down on his hard shaft, which she repeated several times.

“I’m going to cum if you keep doing that”. Lucy whispered into his ear in her husky voice

“Not yet…but soon” she said biting gently on his earlobe which only made him thrust deeper as he rammed his cock into her.

“Stop Lucy I’ll cum.” He groaned his skin now electric to her touch.

He could feel his tip pulse in her she squeezed again with her pelvic muscles, she then slowly started gyrating up and down on his stiff shaft. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“Careful…” He moaned “Careful,” his plea becoming more urgent.

And with that his cock finally exploded uncontrollably in her. He knew this would happen the moment she had kissed him back. He could still feel himself pumping his load into her as he slumped onto her breasts. She stroked his-back as he lay there trying to catch his breath. Her legs encircled his.

“Fuck Lucy, what have you done to me. I’ve never cum like that before.”

Lucy laughed as she whispered into his ear.

“You ready to go again?”

Chapter 4

‘Alive and Kicking’

Rebecca awoke in Lucy’s bed. She could feel her face was still swollen and very sore from last night’s unforeseen events. She sat herself up, swinging her legs over the bed onto the floor. As she stood, she realized that her body still ached like hell.

She made her way to the bathroom even her muscles ached. She reached in turning on the light. She was taken aback when she saw her reflection in the mirrored cabinet causing her to let out a yelp. Lucy hurriedly popped her head round the door to see what was wrong.

There was a disheveled Rebecca trying desperately not to cry at the site of her reflection. Rebecca now stood looking at herself.

“Look at me! Look at what he’s done to me.” The tears fell down her swollen eyes and cheeks.