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first time you saw me nude
was on this pool deck.”
    “ Baby, you don’t know just
how beautiful you are—I’ll never forget that night when I came back
to get you. My heart literally skipped a beat in my chest when I saw you. And it
did the same thing just now when I turned around. I know we won’t get
interrupted here.”
    I laughed as I stood up and let my
shorts fall to the deck. “I’m not going to believe that statement,
but I’ll risk it tonight.”
    He was grinning broadly as he
unbuttoned his shirt, “This time we’ll both be naked in the pool
because I don’t like swimming with my clothes.”
    “ Well, I’m really glad
when I woke that morning that you had your pants on; I freaked bad
enough over my missing clothes, but I’ll be disappointed tonight if
you keep them on.”
    I’m not an exhibitionist so the
feeling was strange and yet exhilarating as we stood there in the
moonlight in front of the remnants of our fire, totally bare and
embraced. He asked me, in French, if I was ready to swim, and then
he took my hand and led me to the pool steps and we descended into
the water. It was a feast for the senses as we touched, caressed,
kissed, and enjoyed the simple sensation of being uninhibited as we
swam together.
    We hadn’t been in the pool very long
when he continued, in French, to ask if I was ready for a shower.
It was a little hard to keep up with him conversationally because
he had gone completely French on me. It was like he had suddenly
become a foreigner because he never explained or switched to
English. It’s one thing to study the French language, to learn
words and simple phrases, but to be fluent took a degree of mastery
that I didn’t possess.
    All the way through the shower and
onto his bed the words like poetry flowed from his lips. I had
given up trying to concentrate on the meanings, and instead
switched to the enjoyment of his lyrical voice, although some words
did capture my attention. Even his lovemaking changed tonight as he
stretched me out and began to kiss from the tops of my feet, up my
ankles and calves to places of euphoria. When his mouth wasn’t
occupied sending waves of pleasure through me, he was still
talking.
    He rose above me, and I began to
discern some of what he was saying was a description of what he was
experiencing as our bodies united. He was describing to me every
aspect of the sensations that he felt inside my body, the pleasure,
the need, and the love as his voice and his rhythm became
one.
    I was cresting, begging him to join
me, but tonight he was giving me another lesson in his ability to
restrain himself as he continued to refine my experience with him.
The word encore was repeated by him many times as I cried out that
I couldn’t continue, yet as I said it I could tell he was already
bringing me there again. By the third orgasm I was nearly in tears,
but this time I understood he was saying to release again and he
would join me in the pleasure. I didn’t expect the intensity to be
quite so strong, but we were in perfect sync as the sensation
locked us together in spasms of pleasure.
    “ So how was the lesson?”
he breathed heavily, uttering the first English words I’d heard
come out of his mouth since the pool.
    I couldn’t talk. My heart was still
racing. I couldn’t breathe properly and my legs were trembling as I
attempted to compose. I was in a state of hyperventilation and
suddenly I was afraid because I was still beyond
control.
    I didn’t realize I was actually crying
until he began to wipe away my tears.
    “ Are you okay? I didn’t
hurt you, did I?”
    When I couldn’t answer, he understood
what was happening to me. Suddenly, his hands were cupped around my
mouth and nose as he literally breathed his sweet breath into my
lungs. He was feeding me his carbon dioxide, returning control to
me. My heart slowed and the tingling that had begun in my face and
hands ebbed, and relaxation ensued.
    He moved his hands and cradled my
face,