Past Present by Secret Narrative Read Free Book Online

Matthew bought Eleanor a handkerchief as a souvenir before they went to lunch in one of the small cafes. Later, heads muzzy from the lunchtime wine, they met their driver who whisked them back across the water to their hotel stop on the quayside.
    Wandering back along the street to their hotel, they passed the impressive building, which housed the Hungarian spa.
    “Would you like to try the spa later?” Matthew asked.
    “Yes please, it looks fantastic and would be so relaxing.”
    “Wait here, I’ll pop in and book us an appointment,” he replied, running back along the street and bounding up the wide steps to the Spa’s reception.
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    That evening, relaxed from the fabulous dual massage they’d enjoyed at the Spa which offered an array of treatments, they walked the short distance back to their hotel, it was their last night in Venice and Matthew had ordered that a cold supper be served in their room, he hoped that it would be waiting on their return. He wasn’t disappointed; the table had been wheeled in, groaning under the weight of a splendid buffet. Impressed, Matthew pulled Eleanor’s chair out for her, poured them each a drink, and made a toast.
    “To us, past, present and future,” he said, raising his glass.
    The realisation that he wanted her to be part of his future sent a shiver of excitement tingling down Eleanor’s spine. Having already decided that she would like to become a more permanent fixture in his life she was delighted that the feeling was mutual and met his eyes with a smile.
    “Go and put on your diamonds, sweetheart,” he said, “take everything else off.”
    While Eleanor did his bidding, Matthew rang down to arrange collection of the table with the remains of their meal. The massage had left them sated, but he couldn’t wait to see her in the gems. She reappeared naked, long limbed, glorious, large but firm breasts, her tiny waist and gently curving hips looked magnificent. Her skin glowed, her hair upswept, the diamonds sparkled in her ears, and at her throat, the overall effect was superb, causing his cock to ache in his pants.
    “Sit on the chair over there. Open your legs.”
    Sitting in one of the armchairs, she brazenly opened her legs for him.
    “Do you like your gift?”
    “Yes, Matthew, I do. I like them very much indeed.”
    “How much?”
    “Immeasurably.”
    “I’ll bear that in mind,” said Matthew, looking at her cunt glistening with moisture beneath her neatly trimmed, blonde bush.
    “Looks good enough to eat,” he said, dropping to his knees between her legs.
    He licked her cunt with long slurps, occasionally inserting his tongue into her hole, pressing his nose up hard against her clit while fingering her cunt relentlessly until she was squirming and moaning her way to orgasm. Afterwards, he lifted her into his arms, carried her to the bed, pushing her down, he parted her cheeks so that he could taste her delightful little arsehole. Expertly teasing her back to the edge of orgasm before fetching the anal beads that he’d thoughtfully packed, having decided that she was ready for more training.
    “I want you to try these,” he said, holding up a string of half a dozen beads.
    Closest to the ring at one end was the largest bead, each of the subsequent beads was slightly smaller than the last; the final bead on the string was smallest and would be inserted first.
    “What are they?”
    He was amazed that she hadn’t seen them before.
    “Would you like to find out?”
    “I don’t know, will they hurt?”
    “No, you trust me don’t you. I haven’t let you down so far…have I?”
    “I guess not.”
    Matthew used the lube, rubbing a generous amount into her arsehole, taking the beads, inserting them one by one into her tight sheath until the largest was buried. Pulling on the exposed ring, he slowly removed them, and Eleanor wriggled as the beads popped back out one by one.
    “Ooo, it feels strange.”
    “Do you want me to do it