ANTONIO
PUBLIC PROFILE
For much of your childhood, you were raised on a farm in southern Spain. Then, when you were sixteen, your father died,leaving you to take care of the farm. But being a creative person more than a farmer, you sold the farm and purchased a studio in one of the nearby cities. There you began painting and selling various portraits, still-lifes and nude studies. In a few short years, you were making a decent living off your artistic abilities.
PERSONAL KNOWLEDGE
You are Countess Narcisa's secret lover. You met her one day in a gallery while you were showing some of your paintings. Noticing her interest in art (and, possibly, in you), you invited her to your studio to see some of your other paintings. This she did, showing up earlier than expected, then stripping off her clothes to join the model you were painting. Surprised by her candor and exhibitionism, you nonetheless began a series of portraits of her -- both nude and clothed -- and in a short while you were involved in a love affair with each other which has continued, now, for at least six months.
SEXUAL PREFERENCES
You are a bi-sexual male. Although you've enjoyed sex with the Countess and various other ladies of the night, you've also had an opportunity to share sexual pleasures with several men as you were growing up. Yet, sex with the Countess has been beautiful and erotic. You remember one time when, on a cool evening, you both spent time before a crackling fire....
You nod and smile, then you bend down to kiss her. Her lips tremble slightly--whether from cold or excitement you're not sure--as you run your tongue around them, then trace a path along her cheek to her earlobe. You nibble on it, she giggles and tries to pull away, but you draw her closer and kiss her once again.
You stroke her cheek and, as you kiss deeply, your tongue darts through her lips, meeting and circling her own tongue. Then you slide your lips down her chin to nuzzle in the warmth of her neck. She sighs, whispers your name and runs her fingers lightly through your hair.
You move off the couch, kneel between her legs and kiss your way down to the hollow between her breasts. Her hands reach up, undo the buttons of her blouse. You nose your way beneath the fabric till your lips brush across her nipple. Your tongue encircles the tiny bud, your teeth lightly run across it and you feel it harden between your lips.
You breathe in her scent--she smells as well as tastes delicious.
Now you kiss down her abdomen, pull her hips forward so she slides towards you. You undo her skirts, pull them and her panties down together. The shadows of her pussy beckon to you, the warmth of her sex hidden for a moment in the even darker shadows created by the fire.
You slip her feet out of her skirt and panties and you push the clothes to one side.
Her feet and legs now bare, you lift them up, kiss the soles of her feet, suck and nibble on her toes. She giggles, gasping that it tickles, but that it feels so nice and relaxing.
You gaze at her with her soft flesh glowing orange in the light of the fire, her full breasts peeking out from the two separated halves of her blouse.
You put her feet down, undo your own shirt. In front of you, she spreads her legs wide, runs her finger across the soft mound between them, then slips it down between the folds of flesh.
Your shirt drops to the floor. You rise, undo your pants and push them down letting them join her own garments.
She sits up, puts her hands on your hips and draws you forward. You feel her face sifting through the tendrils of your pubic hair, her strong fingers kneading the muscles of your buttocks.
Now her mouth slides up the stalk of your cock, takes it in and sucks on it. Your breathing quickens and it seems the fire behind you cannot equal the heat of your bodies. Her mouth slides up and down the length of your shaft and you feel its hardness and thickness within her mouth. Then she runs her tongue down to your balls. She sucks first one, then the other into her mouth, rolling them gently in the warmth and wetness there.
She rises. You lie on the floor with your head resting against the front of the couch. She turns, faces the fire and straddles you, lowering her crotch to your face. You kiss her buttocks, run your lips through the moistness of her crack, then slide your tongue down to push against her clitoris. Your hands reach up and grip her bum, pull it apart to allow you to see the glistening depths of her purplish-pink gash. You run your tongue down the groove, thrust deep into the dark recesses and she grinds her hips above you, moans and groans issuing from her mouth.
Her cunt moves down your chest and she kneels on the floor. She grips your hard member and steers it into the heated netherworld of her pussy. Up and down she begins to ride you. You reach from behind, grasp her breasts and squeeze them, feeling, too, the heavy beat of her heart, the rising and falling of her chest in time to the up and down movement of her cunt upon your erect, hard cock. You feel the solid contact of your crotch to hers, the slipperiness of your lubricated organs.
You pinch her nipples as she continue to slide on your sex. Her head goes back, her hair brushes your face and chest, and the light from the fire reflects from the glistening sweat of her body.
Her hand goes down, her finger rubs against the hardness of her clitoris, firmer and faster until finally waves of ecstasy ripple through her body. Her cries of enjoyment and fulfillment heighten your own excitement. You call out her name, thrust up hard into her cunt as you feel the pulsating shots of hot jism spurt into her engulfing hole...
...and now she has dared you to make love to her under the very nose of her husband. It is a challenge, and exciting one, but one that will have to be planned out properly.
PRIVATE AGENDA
To find some way to make love to Countess Narciso without her husband learning about your love affair with her.
