A weekend in Monaco

 For a weekend we have chosen a short trip to southern France. It takes only 3 hours by plane from Berlin to Nice or the airport on the Cote d'Azur south-west of Nice. It takes about an hour by car from the airport in Saint Laurent du Var to Monte Carlo via Nice and Villefranche sur Mer, so upon arrival at the airport we open the top of the convertible and head east on the old coast road 7. It's a lot longer here for only 35 kilometers than on the expressway, but the small bays that change every minute and again and again reveal a breathtaking view of the Mediterranean Sea are worth accepting. Rugged cliffs alternate with small sandy beaches, and now and then one of the beautiful villas can be discovered on the headlands through the dense pine forests. To the right behind the coastline, the Mediterranean spreads out in its warm, dark blue depths. The rays of the afternoon sun break up in thousands of small waves and reflect the light to us in millions and millions of rays. >Oh, it's beautiful here< you rave about the landscape and the summery weather >let's drive until the evening sun, yes?< >Not even half as nice as you mouse< I smile at you and add, >Of course we can until go on in the evening, but then you'll miss a candlelight dinner in the casino my darling< "Of course I don't want to miss that," you answer quickly and your gaze wanders out to sea again. >We can always go to the sea< I reply and continue the sentence with a wink >I know how you love nights on the beach in your thoughts< Nevertheless, I am happy to fulfill your wish and plan a small detour for later , which will lead us to a most delightful promontory. But first we drive under the warm Mediterranean sun through lively Nice, past the not-so-large port with the chic yachts of the rich, we take the national road 7 over a hill to Villefranche sur Mer natural bay between Villefranch and the peninsula of St Jean Cap Ferrat. Here I turn off the main road and drive to the small port in the east of the peninsula. As we stand on the easternmost tip of the small headland south of the harbor, I point to the horizon. >You can already guess Monaco over there. Right at the edge is La Condamine, the westernmost place in the small principality< I'll quickly explain what we see there. Back in the car, we pass Cap Estel and drive through the last major French town, La Cigogne, into Monaco. Then it goes up through the narrow streets of Monte Carlo until we finally arrive at the hotel. Due to our detour, it was later than expected and so the sun had already moved far to the horizon when we were standing on the roof terrace of the penthouse after checking in. A slightly cool breeze has come up from the sea and I see goosebumps forming on your neck as I stand behind you and look out to sea. I also think I can feel a slight trembling in your shoulders and so I take you in my arms and warm you while we watch the sunset. Half an hour later the sun dips the sea in a red-gold firework of rays and flashes, until it finally dips into the sea as a fireball, sets completely and only traces the contours of the horizon in the east for a few minutes. As you turn to me, the light on the horizon is just enough to show off your slim figure against the background and I can see that sweet twinkle in your eyes as your arms gently wrap themselves around my neck. >A wonderful idea< you whisper to me and blow a kiss on my mouth. >Come on, let's change and enjoy dinner< I say and I'll pull you into the room. >What do you wear for a meal in the casino?< You call out a little later from the bathroom, excited. >Well, if I have my way, all you wear is a pair of earrings and a seductive perfume< I joke. >Excuse me, but I guess I got the hang of it< I laugh out loud >Of course I put an evening dress on your bed for you mouse, try it on and show yourself< When you appear in the dress, I already have a bright white shirt and mine in a shiny black tuxedo and can't believe my eyes when I see you. >Wow, I thought it must look very good on you< I swarm at you >but that beats even the most adventurous assumption of how good it really looks< The red dress is almost floor-length and has high slits, shoulder and backless and yet on yours sweet neck high closed. Like liquid fire, it caresses your beautiful body with a high gloss. >I'd like to skip the meal right away< I whisper to you >but let's go eat, I'd like to be able to brag about you a little< In the casino's restaurant, the waiter has reserved a table for us in a quiet corner right by the window, so we can look out over the sea with the first sip of champagne and look forward to the billions of stars that are now reflected in the calm water. The moon is just rising when we get our appetizer and it lets the small veil clouds that are now moving over the sea shine almost eerily white. Here and there you can see the navigation lights of small fishing boats scurrying by and I am fascinated by the candlelight that is reflected in every facet of your dress and sends me lightning. Before the waiter brings the next course of our menu, we still have a moment and so we use this time to dance a little tightly to the soft music of the piano player. You lie in my arms like a feather and when the music ends there is that glitter in your eyes again, which even outshines that of the dress in intensity. We sit down at our table again and the waiter, who is really very attentive, appears and pours us a little more champagne. When he brings our food, he inconspicuously pushes me a small note. As we begin to eat, I take a quick look at it and know immediately that he has correctly assessed the situation as an employee of this exquisite establishment and has earned a princely tip from me at that moment. But first we enjoy the excellent food and the even better French wine that we have chosen to go with it. Some time later, we've long since finished the main course, you're looking around the room more and more and obviously looking for the waiter. >Where is he? I want to have something sweet now < you pouted around. >I know mouse. Is everything already prepared? I calm you down. >The only reason you can't find the waiter is that he's busy preparing this very dessert on the roof terrace of our penthouse. What do you think if we go up?' I nod at you and your pout gives way to another adorable smile. >What's for dessert?< you ask curiously in the elevator. >Hmmmm< I think >it doesn't really matter mouse, as long as it's just an extra-large portion of sweets, right?< And I have to laugh again at your feigned anger at my comment. But then you laugh again and I decide to tell you what's about to happen. >What do you think of a creme brulee and fresh strawberries with cream?< >Hmmmm *****rand what is there to drink? you want to know. >Oh, I thought I'd put something in the little bar and mix you a nice cocktail, only if you want of course, otherwise they won't run out of champagne here either< When we get to the top, we go out onto the terrace and enjoy the wonderful view Night air high above the city. The light sea wind from tonight has died down completely and the city can now radiate the warmth of the sun that it had stored up during the day undisturbed. It is pleasantly warm, almost hot on the roof when we sit down at the small table that the waiter had brought out. Candles and oil lamps have been lit all over the terrace and spread an unbeatably stylish light, which makes the scene appear like something out of a very romantic film. >Well, do you like it?< I ask you while we toast the champagne glasses and the soft clinking of the touching glasses not only echoes gently through the night, but also focuses our senses on us again. You nod in the affirmative >Now I only miss the music from the bar< you whisper to me >then we could dance up here into the night< >That's also taken care of Schnuffel, a push of this button turns on the loudspeakers, which send us the music straight up from the bar< So I push the button and soft music starts playing over the roof of the hotel. Then I stand up, take your hand and pull you up from your chair to me and then towards me. With your arms around my neck, I hold you gently by your hips and we dance through a thousand beautiful fantasies under the incredible number of stars on this Mediterranean spring night. When I let my hands slowly wander up and down your back, I can feel your soft skin and the play of your muscles under my hands very well. Unconsciously I pull you a little closer to me and while your head rests on my shoulder I breathe in the sweet scent of your hair and wish the night may be endless. Rarely do glimpses of the city linger as we drift in thought, and if we look down we can make out the Principality's lit-up marina across the bay below. Apparently there is a party going on on more than one of the ships and elatedly some of the revelers jump into the sea for a dip in the night. >Well, would you also like to swim a little?< I ask you. >No< you say back very quietly >I want to stay up here with you now< >You can do both, honey< I say just as quietly and at the touch of a button the terrace floor in the middle of the roof opens up and reveals the view a pool lit from below. On the surface of the pool, the wonderfully warm water forms a fine haze by condensing in the air into an infinite number of small droplets that waft around like mist. ..... I go to the table and am about to fill our glasses again when I hear it splashing softly behind me. Puzzled, I turn around and want to ask you what that was, but I can't see you anywhere. A big worry is just about to rise in me when I see that in the fog on the water surface of the pool a few small eddies have formed and small waves are expanding in a circle in the water. In addition, I now see your red dress lying on the ground next to the pool and, to confirm this, your dark hair emerges from the pool water at the same time. Spluttering, you laugh at me out of the water and wave me over. 'Come here and climb into the water with me, it's wonderful in here' ' That's really bad at the moment Mausi, but as you can see I've got two glasses of champagne in my hand and just wanted to bring you strawberries and cream. But if you'd rather swim? ' 'Oh no' I hear you say 'just bring the strawberries, the cream and the champagne ' So I come to you, perch on the edge of the pool and feed you strawberries from the Cup and let the cool champagne drip into your mouth. It's beautiful lying on your back in the shallow part of the pool, leaning on your arms. When you tilt your head back to grab the next strawberry, I hold it a little further back. So you have to stretch a little more and your beautiful body tightens a little more and stretches your breasts even further. I'm about to blow a kiss on your lips after the strawberry when a whole torrent of foaming water pours out onto your body from the champagne bottle that's being held too askew. >IIIHHHH it's cold< you cry out in amusement and wince. >Wait, I know what to do< I answer without further ado and suck the champagne from your warm, soft skin with my lips, warming it up again at the same time. Your deep sigh and an obvious change in your breasts show me how much you just enjoyed my touch. That's why I'm trying it out now with some cream, with which I decorate your body. Luckily I've long since taken off my jacket and shoes and rolled up the sleeves of my shirt, because I'm already sitting next to you in the shallow water in my good suit. While I keep feeding you strawberries and cream, you fool around and finally try to pull me all the way into the water. I almost fall over you and half the bottle of the beautiful champagne pours over your gentle hills, runs down your flat stomach in two streams and collects foaming in the triangle between your shapely long legs. You have closed your eyes and I can see in your face how much the tingling wet must be felt there. I quickly try to catch at least some of it and take it from your body. But the champagne is much too fast and so I can only sip a little of it from your sweet belly button and then follow the flowing tingling stuff further down with my tongue. I've long since been completely wet from the water and somehow the two of us manage to finally take off the last of my clothes. In any case, shortly afterwards we lie in the warm water as God created us and sometimes I decorate you with cream or champagne and sometimes ***** I gleefully remove it from every square centimeter of your body. However, I'm not quite sure what causes you more tingling now. Is it the champagne or is it my tongue and my lips that are curiously exploring every little area of ​​your body between your neck and your ankles. Starting from your sweet earlobes, which I bite into very gently, over your tender neck, the buds of your gentle mounds, moving up and down through your now heavy breathing, which I tease with my lips and gentle bites, to over your navel to the place of the greatest desire that my tongue finally wants to discover........ When my lips move over your hottest spot for the first time, I taste not only the champagne but also your demanding excitement. And based on your deep moans, I can also hear how much you have already taken possession of you. Every time I run my tongue through your little paradise on the way from your slender ankles to your breasts, I feel your body tense and stretch. Your pelvis then strives towards me and desperately tries to prolong this intimate touch for a few moments. Because I notice very well how much you like it, I occasionally stay a few seconds longer in this salty hot spot to gently tug on your now silver wetted lips with my lips and push my tongue in between, demanding and inquiring. I slip into deeper water for a moment, seeking the coolness I so desperately need, only to come over you again and caress your thighs again, your suntanned breasts with their now dark red firm buds, your sweet face , your neck and of course your hot and long willing womb. We're both so aroused now that the next time I move up to your throat, we effortlessly blend into each other. We remain frozen for an incomprehensible time while I gently kiss your eyes, your cheeks and your mouth. Slowly, very slowly, I begin to move inside you, little more than the pulsing of my extremely aroused pleasure stick can be felt for you and me. Then I slide gently from you again, to kiss your body again Once again I send my curious tongue on a journey of discovery into your pleasure center, I look for that place that elicits small sharp screams from you when touched. I see how the intoxication slowly wants to carry you away, your arms on which you are leaning are shaking in a fast staccato and your breathing is uncontrolled and ragged. So now I crouch in front of you and slide my hand under your lower back for support. your arms on which you are leaning are shaking in a rapid staccato and your breathing is uncontrolled and ragged. So now I crouch in front of you and slide my hand under your lower back for support. your arms on which you are leaning are shaking in a rapid staccato and your breathing is uncontrolled and ragged. So now I crouch in front of you and slide my hand under your lower back for support. >Put your arms around my neck< I whisper to you hoarsely and I already feel your delicate hands on my neck. With my other hand under your bottom I slowly push you towards me and when your arms want to pull you towards me as well, I can already feel your hot lap coming over me. I'm still squatting in the warm water, but now my hands have lifted you all the way up and slowly let you slide down onto my lap. As your breasts appear wonderfully close to my face, I feel myself sliding into you. Our heat and desire mix in a flood of stimuli and feelings. Then, I don't know how long we stayed like that, your pelvis starts to move very gently on top of mine. Very carefully at first, in gentle circular movements we perceive the innermost part of the other. But it only lasts a few minutes, then your movements become more demanding. You don't just let your pelvis gyrate anymore, but each time you push your body harder, trying to take me even deeper into you or to push you even further onto my hard and throbbing greed in my lap. Oh how good that feels. My left arm wrapped tightly around your small waist and my right hand under your lovely butt, I now set the pace of the contractions for you. I can't really influence your circling and thrusting movements like this, but I can achieve something else with it. If I lift you up or let you down again, I now determine the depth of our union. It goes from just touched to deeply fused and on the other hand I can pull you closer to me at your hips and control the intensity of your demanding thrusts. Sometimes I press you on my lap so that only millimeters of movement are possible, but more intimately than ever before, sometimes I give you more leeway to give you the opportunity to slide up and down my entire staff. But every time I give you this freedom, your impetuous and wild movements push us a little further into the deeper water until the warm wet washes our loins completely. water to give you the opportunity to slide up and down my entire staff. But every time I give you this freedom, your impetuous and wild movements push us a little further into the deeper water until the warm wet washes our loins completely. water to give you the opportunity to slide up and down my entire staff. But every time I give you this freedom, your impetuous and wild movements push us a little further into the deeper water until the warm wet washes our loins completely. water******* Now every time our bodies collide with passion. >Hold me tight now< I hear your excited voice in my ear >I can't swim very well< >Don't worry< I whisper to you >I'll hold you and carry you on my hands< Then I'll finally let us into the deep water of the Gliding in the pool and we find ourselves deeply fused in a state of weightlessness. >Take a deep breath< I whisper to you again, we'll dive right into the whirlpool of salvation. We both pump our lungs full of air as best we can and then I let us slide under the surface of the water. Now we really seem completely weightless and can thus even better perceive the movements of our most aroused areas. I feel stuck inside you as the first wave of an orgasm overtakes you and as your lungs release the air in large bubbles to make room for the crazy feeling in your body. But I also see that you are now looking at me anxiously here in the water and so I put my lips on yours and let my breath flow into your exhausted lungs. Only seconds separate us from an explosive first finale of the night. In the still so intense kiss with which our lips shield us from the water, we become one. Both of our bodies are shaking from the violent waves of liberation that are sweeping through us. Again, big bubbles rise from both of us and lose themselves on the water surface, just like we lose ourselves in this moment of lust, heat and passion. I too am now slowly running out of air and so I push off and strive towards the surface. Just as our heated bodies break the waterline, pent-up feelings and desires erupt. Two screams, endless like the feeling of the moment, fade away unheard over the roofs of the long-sleeping city. So we drift back in the warm water to the shallower spot, unable to make a single movement, and end up lying there trying to regain control of our bodily functions. We can't say how long we lay there like that, but at some point I feel you slowly roll off me and lie exhausted on your back. I take you in my arms and carry you to a huge, softly padded sun lounger and bed you carefully on it. Then I take a fluffy, soft towel and start gently patting your body dry from the water and sweat of passion. A deeply satisfied purr from you and your lolling and stretching body are the rewarding thanks for my efforts. I'm just about to cover you with a super fluffy blanket when I notice on your breasts that the desire for passion for the night hasn't left you yet. Every time I tuck you in again and then slowly pull the hem of the blanket back down over your breasts, I see your soft pink buds straighten up a little more and your body tense up again. But I also need a moment of relaxation and rest, so I lie down with you under the covers and we enjoy the starry sky and our closeness to each other in this warm atmosphere. I must have actually stepped away for a moment, because when I look for your delicately scented skin under the blanket next to me with my hands, you are not there. But I suddenly feel the more than tender touch of your lips under the blanket. Already I'm wide awake again and electrified by your caresses. A tingling runs through my body and awakens the desire for your body again. You seem to have plenty of that again and so you don't let yourself be deterred in your actions when I try tenderly but firmly to push you away from my most erogenous zone. I must have actually stepped away for a moment, because when I look for your delicately scented skin under the blanket next to me with my hands, you are not there. But I suddenly feel the more than tender touch of your lips under the blanket. Already I'm wide awake again and electrified by your caresses. A tingling runs through my body and awakens the desire for your body again. You seem to have plenty of that again and so you don't let yourself be deterred in your actions when I try tenderly but firmly to push you away from my most erogenous zone. I must have actually stepped away for a moment, because when I look for your delicately scented skin under the blanket next to me with my hands, you are not there. But I suddenly feel the more than tender touch of your lips under the blanket. Already I'm wide awake again and electrified by your caresses. A tingling runs through my body and awakens the desire for your body again. You seem to have plenty of that again and so you don't let yourself be deterred in your actions when I try tenderly but firmly to push you away from my most erogenous zone. But I suddenly feel the more than tender touch of your lips under the blanket. Already I'm wide awake again and electrified by your caresses. A tingling runs through my body and awakens the desire for your body again. You seem to have plenty of that again and so you don't let yourself be deterred in your actions when I try tenderly but firmly to push you away from my most erogenous zone. But I suddenly feel the more than tender touch of your lips under the blanket. Already I'm wide awake again and electrified by your caresses. A tingling runs through my body and awakens the desire for your body again. You seem to have plenty of that again and so you don't let yourself be deterred in your actions when I try tenderly but firmly to push you away from my most erogenous zone. Half out of breath again, I say to you >Watch out, Mausi, if you heat me up so much you have to expect that I'll take what I need to relax again< >Oh yes?< you ask in secret, as your head for appears from under the blanket for a moment >first of all, that's my intention and secondly, I'm curious about it< >Wait,< I say and want to grab your arms and pull you up to me, but you're already up and running away from me . So I jump up too and try to catch up with you, which I manage to do on the railing of the terrace. On the horizon in the east, the bright glow already heralds the dawning young day when I grab you. But you boldly turn around and look out to sea. So I hug you from behind and hold you tight while my resurgent lust just happens to push against your little butt for a very brief moment. But you obviously felt it very well, because your sweet bottom is already pushing against my hot and throbbing rod and I let my hands close even more tightly around your breasts. I begin to gently massage each of your breasts in one of my hands, rubbing their pink tips between my increasingly demanding fingers. Your moans and the increasing pressure you are exerting on me with your bottom are confirmation enough for me to send one of my hands on the journey again. I slowly let them slide down from your breasts and look for the love triangle of your quivering thighs. My fingers have already found that warm, humid zone and are beginning to play with your lips. Sometimes my fingers tap against your shame in a fast beat, sometimes one, two or even three fingers seek their way into your wet paradise and penetrate deep between the excited and wet lips. Then I stand a little to the side and while my left hand still alternately caresses your breasts I let my right hand run down your spine, starting at the neck. I rest my hand on your firm buttocks for a while before I move very slowly but firmly into the gap between you and let my finger wander deeper and deeper. When I have almost reached your moist mons venus on this way, your abdomen pushes towards me and tries to take my fingers into it. But I quickly pull my fingers back and give you a little slap on your cheeks while I playfully scold you, 'Don't be so greedy, my insatiable little girl, or I'll spank your sweet butt' >Hmmmmm, that might suit you,< you coo back and I let my fingers travel between your buttocks again. This time I allow you to push yourself up a bit and I already notice the blessing of your lust on my fingers. When I want to pull my hand back to caress your bottom, your little paradise rushes after me. Again I give you a little smacking slap on your bottom. >Hey< you scold me >don't hit me, you should stab< >Not so impatient my sweetie< I answer and let my hand disappear from behind between your thighs. When I want to pull her out of the hot paradise after a long and deep moaning from you, you are apparently no longer willing to release her. You wander further and further behind my fingers until you finally have to hold on to the railing in order not to lose your balance. I'm now pushing myself from behind you again and let you feel my excitement. You withstand the pressure and even return it, so I have my hands free again for your breasts and stimulate them even more. Then I get on my knees and give your two sweet buttocks one kiss after the other, while my hand goes into your wet, dark love grotto. Again and again I let my fingers disappear between your hot lips, to spread more and more of your shiny lust over your buttocks each time I pull them out. Oh man, I'm so hot for you and your love juice that I let my greedy tongue go into your tender column from behind. Unable to control myself any longer, I stand up and slide my twitching staff into your lap from behind. While I'm trying to discharge myself into you with increasingly violent thrusts, you throw your head back and also behave wildly like never before. I hold you tightly by the hips so as not to push you away from me and manage to grab and caress your breasts from time to time. Then suddenly you straighten up and you slip away from me. As you turn to me you moan 'God, grab me and take me here and now' So I put my back against the railing, grab your hips and butt and lift you onto my twitching member. As if by itself you glide with your shame over him and devour me greedily. Then you wrap your legs around my waist and determine the beat, depth and speed of your ride on me. With both hands I hold you tight to your firm buttocks and can thus repeatedly stroke and stimulate the hot, quivering lips of your paradise with my fingers. Panting my head between your breasts, I let you feel my hot breath alternately on the buds while you ride my hips like crazy. At some point there comes a moment when I have to take control of this ride in order not to completely lose control of my legs. So I turn One hand wrapped around your waist, the other tightly wrapped around your chest, I can finally command the thrusts. Just in time, for the tingling in my loins and your gasping choked screams herald the approaching fulfillment and exhaustion that our overheated bodies are now just begging for. As if insane, I surrender to the moment and can no longer pay attention to your rhythm. My lust commands me to thrust deeper and faster into you until the tingling becomes a shock wave that threatens to knock me out. I can just perceive how your equally enraptured and enraptured face shows the near climax as I explode inside you. Exactly at the moment when the rising sun throws its first sharp and warming rays over the cliffs of the Principality onto the terrace and thus our bodies, we are carried away by lust. Our bodies stick together again from the lust and desire of the past hour and look for air and strength so as not to faint. Somehow we reach the large sun lounger and let ourselves fall into the soft blankets. Still our bodies internally collide and explode in the final spasms of this night of love until we fall asleep, exhausted and deeply satisfied. Somehow we reach the large sun lounger and let ourselves fall into the soft blankets. Still our bodies internally collide and explode in the final spasms of this night of love until we fall asleep, exhausted and deeply satisfied. Somehow we reach the large sun lounger and let ourselves fall into the soft blankets. Still our bodies internally collide and explode in the final spasms of this night of love until we fall asleep, exhausted and deeply satisfied.