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waiting patiently upon her arrival, ordering
a bottle of vintage Dom Perignon. As soon as Felicity entered
the restaurant, dressed in a long elegant black Jovani evening
gown, he became instantly mesmerised by her tall sleek
silhouette. He notice for a few brief moments that all the tables
surrounding seemed to stop and look at Felicity in wonderment,
at her delicate, yet incredibly graceful walk, her shiny golden
blonde hair tied up neatly into a french pleat, her perfectly
shaped oval face. He noticed that she had all the qualities of his
late mother who had died several years ago.
    Felicity reached his table waiting to be seated, Wilhelm almost
forgot his manners, he couldn’t take his eyes of this beautiful
creature, he barely heard what she was saying to him, she was in
mid conversation and all Wilhelm could think of was how he
would like to slowly undress her, unaware of her cunning plan
as he accepted her offer to go back to her apartment after sharing
several bottles of champagne and a delicious french cuisine
three-course meal.
    They talked into the early hours of the morning sharing more
champagne, discussing architecture and how they both loved
New York. They shared each other’s flesh, making love time
and time again, both having the most splendid of orgasms, they
both wanted this moment to last forever, nothing else mattered.
Wilhelm had no idea the entire time he was being photographed.
They both fell into a blissful sleep their bodies united and naked,
exhausted by their passionate love making.
Felicity was now satisfied she had all she needed to pursue her
plan to the next level.
Chapter 3
    Wilhelm woke the next morning with a particularly sore head,
dehydrated and unaware of his surroundings, and then the
sudden realisation hit him he was in Felicity’s bed, where had
she gone? He was completely naked with only a single satin
sheet, where the hell was all his clothes? He laid there
remembering the night before and a sudden surge of guilt came
over him, it was the first time he had been unfaithful to Jeannie,
his devoted wife. How could he of been so stupid? He loved
Jeannie; she was his childhood sweetheart since his days at
university where he met her through mutual friends that were
celebrating their graduation. Jeannie was his first great love and
last he believed until now, what had he done? How could he
face her now? Conscious of the fact that he had been unfaithful
with a woman closer to his eldest daughter’s age. Whilst all
these thoughts were running through his head, the beautiful
Felicity walked in with a tray full of fresh orange and freshly
baked croissants, she was wearing a black silky nightgown and
her long golden blonde hair falling on to her tiny waist, she
looked stunning with her wonderfully long bronzed legs.
“Bonjour monsieur Guillaume, your name in French I believe, I
have prepared us a light breakfast.”
“Bonjour mademoiselle, how fascinating is there a translation
for your name also?”
“Felicite, I believe.”
“That’s a beautiful translation; you must teach me how to
pronounce it correctly.”
    Felicity couldn’t help but stare at his nakedness; he had a very
trim lean physique, no signs of over indulgence on his stomach
as she could just make out his abdominal muscles, not an inch of
fat to be seen and his large thick manhood protruding under the
sheets, she witnessed his striking handsome face under his
masses of curly black hair and just wanted to get on top of him
and ride him again and again but held back, in the hope that he
would make the first move.
    “Penny for your thoughts mademoiselle?”
“They’re too rude to say out loud monsieur!”
    With this Wilhelm began to stroke her face and kiss her plump
lips, she sought out his tongue and they began french kissing,
spending the entire morning making love and regenerating by
having small naps in between until it was time for Wilhelm to
leave, as he needed to drop into