“Beauty is wasted,” Noelle shrugged, “unless it is used to give pleasure.”
Gautier looked at her in quick surprise, then smiled. “I agree. Let’s use yours.” He sat
down beside her.
Like most Frenchmen, Armand Gautier prided himself on being a skilled lover. He
was amused by the stories he had heard of Germans and Americans whose idea of making
love consisted of jumping on top of a girl, having an instant orgasm, and then putting on
their hat and departing. The Americans even had a phrase for it. “Wham, bam, thank you
ma’am.” When Armand Gautier was emotionally involved with a woman, he used many
devices to heighten the enjoyment of lovemaking. There was always a perfect dinner, the
right wines. He arranged the setting artistically so that it was pleasing to the senses, the
room was delicately scented and soft music was playing. He aroused his women with
tender sentiments of love and later the coarse language of the gutter. And Gautier was
adept at the manual foreplay that preceded sex.
In Noelle’s case he dispensed with all of these. For a one-night stand there was no
need for perfume or music or empty endearments. She was here simply to get laid. She
was indeed a silly fool if she thought that she could trade what every woman in the world
carried between her legs for the great and unique genius that Armand Gautier possessed in
his head.
He started to climb on top of her. Noelle stopped him.
“Wait,” she whispered.
As he watched, puzzled, she reached for two small tubes that she had placed on the
bedside table. She squeezed the contents of one into her hand and began to rub it onto his
penis.
“What is this all about?” he asked.
She smiled. “You’ll see.” She kissed him on the lips, her tongue darting into his
mouth in quick bird-like movements. She pulled away and her tongue started moving
toward his belly, her hair trailing across his body like light, silky fingers. He felt his organ
begin to rise. She moved her tongue down his legs to his feet and began to suck gently on
his toes. His organ was stiff and hard now and she mounted him as he lay there. As he felt
himself penetrating her, the warmth of her vagina acted on the cream she had put on his
penis and the sensation became unbearably exciting. As she rode him, moving up and
down, her left hand was caressing his testicles and they began to grow hot. There was
menthol in the cream on his penis and the sensation of the cold while inside her warmth,
and the heat of his testicles, drove him into an absolute frenzy.
They made love all night long and each time Noelle made love to him differently. It
was the most incredibly sensuous experience he had ever had.
In the morning Armand Gautier said, “If I can get up enough energy to move, I’ll get
dressed and take you out to breakfast.”
“Lie there,” Noelle said. She walked over to a closet, selected one of his robes and
put it on. “You rest. I’ll be back.”