From Norway with love

[Chrislydi]

He said he sometimes finds inspiration in the comments, it might be something of a more lustful variety today but who's to say that it's any the less inspiring?

Chris

[BDJ]

If that is so then my member will grow to epic proportions.

[aaardvarky]

3.

In the last episode we sat together at Salon Canning. Night has moved gradually towards morning. Professional dancers have arrived fresh from other venues across the city. There is a new energy on the pista.

L and Lars have remained at their table, save for the occasional tanda when Lars would dance with another tanguera. N has remained with Horacio. As the night progresses their dance reaches ever deeper levels of connection, as if N is being absorbed by intimacy - with him, the occasion, the music, the movement, and the dress. Whilst much of their energy is concealed within their embrace, tantalising fragments escape like needles, and these to L are visceral. He can feel their dance, sense their closeness as Horacio steps between her legs, hear their breathing, almost taste her moments of joy when his lead delivers another new experience. Watching them, in the moment L is transposed into their being.

Warm fragrant air now gushes through the open windows. The roads are almost empty. The sun peeps above the horizon. N is seated in the rear of the taxi flanked by L and Horacio whilst Lars sits upfront next to the driver. She leans in towards the younger man and whispers into his ear, her lips almost caressing his cheek. He smiles in response. She is aware of L’s proximity yet nevertheless places her hand casually on Horacio’s knee as she leans in towards him, a breast against his side, the taffeta of her skirts rustling with her movement as her leg presses against his. She presents as a kitten; tentatively, playfully stalking, free and uninhibited.

Shortly after their arrival at the apartment, Raul appears on the terrace with more fresh coffee and medialunas. L sits propped on a lounger, Lars winds an old gramophone to play a scratchy Calo tango record, whilst N and Horacio dance together in the shadows under the pergola. Absent the energy of the milonga, their synchronicity has evolved into a romantic intimacy, quiet, smooth, tender and understated. Their cheeks touch, their embrace closer and more impenetrable. Early morning light catches the dress showing its iridescence as she moves against him. When her thigh encircles his hip she feels him, his size stretching against the fabric. She lifts her head from his to glance at his face. His expression confirms her understanding. Slowly she now eases herself from his embrace, releasing their hold to place her palms on his shoulders. She presses downwards, moving her hands to the crown of his head. As directed, Horacio sinks to his knees before her. She releases one hand to lift the hem of the dress above her waist. As if primed, Horacio slips two fingers beneath the straps of her thong and eases it down and over each heel in turn. The fingers of her other hand tighten amongst his curls through which she has threaded her fingers, and she pulls his face between her parted legs. As if replaying her connection with Lars after they arrived in the Algarve, she sets Horacio to work, his tongue sweeping against the folds of her labia to find her clitoris.

Horacio has clearly been well chosen for his skill, for within a minute N starts to shudder. Her shudder progresses to prolonged spasms as she starts to climax. As she arrives at the edge of her orgasm she releases a short jet of urethral fluid against his lips and she sinks against his face. Waves of pleasure lighten her expression. She draws from it every fragment of feeling, knowing that she is watched.

As N lets the hem of her dress fall, Horacio rises from his knees and walks towards the back staircase that leads to the porter’s lodge. There he will pick up an unmarked envelope left on instructions by Raul. Later Horacio’s mother will open it on the kitchen table and wonder how long Horacio had to dance that night for so many pesos.

Back on the terrace it is clear from N’s expression that this moment with Horacio has been a prelude rather than a consummation. She radiates a renewed sparkling energy that needs to be harnessed. She turns and walks across the terrace towards one of the loungers, her fingertips trailing over his forearm. Lars rises and follows her as she leads the way to his studio.

[Chrislydi]

Horacio used as the primer and catalyst for N's connection to Lars to grow another level. L has his senses heightened, he's now almost the chief benefactor giving his N to Lars and being aroused and pleased to do so, an older patrician type figure, his ward now finding her own two feet and flying away from him, a little further and more distant by the day, soon she'll be gone completely a long lost memory, perhaps to arouse him from afar, from another country, another continent or even perhaps another time and different world.

Chris

Oh of course he'll still have the dress to console him or to treasure until... he looks for it... it's not there, she's taken it with her perhaps to connect him to her forever, perhaps for another reason, who really knows?

[Johng1953]

The way you weave this tale is breathtaking. And again L is subtly yet openly ignored. I'd love to know L and N's inner thoughts as this develops.

[BDJ]

Aaardvarky, I am happy to report my effort to follow the merrymakers to their abode has been a success. A monetary guerdon insures Raul's favor and I am permitted to unobtrusively observe the scene under the pergola. And what an erotic sight it is! At its conclusion, following the radiant N's delicious release, my rampant member echoes Horacio in his disappointment when he realizes he will not be permitted to relieve his raging manhood's considerable distress inside the ever-so-desirable senorita. I am dejected that the culmination of her passion, now only just awakened, will be out of my sight. But Raul is reassuring there is a spot, available to me for a further gratuity, where I can discretely observe the continuation of the evening's activities. Such is the power of money.

[Chrislydi]

It's too easy to joke about where I might be hidden, perhaps in that overlarge decorative blue and white anemone urn vase in the corner of the room. It always looked rather conspicuous and out of place but now I know why it's been put there and it's serving it's purpose admirably.

Joking aside and I know L isn't being totally ignored, but rather served exactly what he wants and desires most of all and being aroused accordingly, this is writing of a continued high quality and just more of what we've come to expect. Well done Aaardvarsky and thank you for sharing such intriguing erotically sensual prose.

Chris

[aaardvarky]

4.

It is mid morning when he is woken by the creak of a door and the clink of a glass against a cup as N enters his bedroom carrying a tray.

‘I’ve brought juice and coffee’, she says as she drops her robe to the floor, pulls back the sheet and slips into bed alongside him.

N’s face is lit by a small band of sunlight that escapes the shutters. Her eyes sparkle. She nestles against him. He feels the graze of her nipple and the damp warmth of her body.

‘What did you think of last night, darling?’, she asks after a pause. ‘Did you enjoy it as much as I did?’

L replies that he believes he did - well, almost as much as she did - his voice squeaking nervously as he recalls the event. ‘Watching you was truly erotic’, he adds after a further pause. ‘But will you tell me about what happened afterwards with Lars?’

‘Oh, my sweet baby’, she replies, ‘do you really want to hear about it?’ ‘Well, if you insist….’

N places her lips against his ear and whispers. She recounts how excited she felt during the episode with Horacio; how suddenly he made her climax; how it had added energy in the knowledge that she was watched by both L and Lars. She described how she was able to draw on their frustration and desire to intensify her excitement; how it had given her a power - a sense of command over them, in particular over Lars. She told of how Horacio had left her unfulfilled, with a feeling of frustration, wanting and needing more - the more that, as substitute, she proceeded to milk later from Lars.

When N recounted how she had demanded that Lars should take her, what he should do, and the intensity and force with which he should do it, she slipped her fingers from between her legs, across L’s stomach and down to encircle him. She felt his wetness and his growing size. Circling her forefinger against his frenulum she described the events in turn, bringing him each time close to ejaculation, then stopping - and repeating so as to edge him ever closer to orgasm. As she described Lars’ ejaculation she felt him slip inescapably in to his climax. This time she did not deter him. Cupping him, she caught his ejaculate in the palm of her hand, gently squeezing him until it was over.

‘And now, have you enjoyed it as much as I did?’, she asks playfully as she smiles down on him and slides out of bed to grab a tissue.

‘As a special surprise for tonight, Oly has something new planned’, she adds before she walks to the door. ‘Raul will drop off the instructions later. Don’t be late!’

And with that and a smile, she departs, leaving L to wonder what could possibly happen next - that had not already happened?

[BDJ]

The highlight of another day...reading this. Thanks.

BDJ

[Johng1953]

I love how L basically just gets a quick hand job before she goes back to her lover.
Looking forward to the special surprise!

[Chrislydi]

Worthy of the highest praise but that's what we've come to expect as the norm now. For L it's all about the erotic pleasure of watching and hearing of N's adventures after the event, accompanied by a skillful handjob keeping him on edge until release, these give him a share in the couple's building closeness, the denial of her pussy to him, perhaps only adding a new pleasure too?

Chris

[aaardvarky]

To my readers - especially my wonderful editorial team of Chrislydi, BDJ and Johng 1953 - thank you so much for your support in writing this story. Without you and your guidance it would probably have hit hidden bumps and ground to a halt. I love the idea of you being present, perhaps hidden in the narrative to observe the events as they unfurl. This way you may feel the immediacy and experience first-hand the jolt of surprise or shock of challenge.

The chemistry of our trio is, for me, the aspect of most intrigue - the way that events slip way beyond their respective expectations, whilst meeting their respective needs. Each of them has their own desires, and their art is to meet them precisely without conflict. I also like the idea that they are able to step for a moment outside their desired role to experience something of what the other players feel. Perhaps this may advise the next episode?

[aaardvarky]

5.

L has been reading a book and dozing on the terrace as Raul arrives with empanadas, olives and a light Sauvignon. As Raul places the tray on the low table L notices in the corner a sealed envelope bearing his name.

‘Whose the letter from?’, he asks as Raul pulls a cork from the bottle.
‘Miss N left it in the porter’s lodge when she and Mr Lars departed for the Feria de Mataderos’, he replies.

L slits open the envelope with the handle of a spoon and takes out a single sheet of white paper.

‘Dear L,
We have gone out for the day but will be back later. Oly has made arrangements with Raul for your supper to be served on the terrace at 9pm. Afterwards, please go to your room. Raul’s niece, Eva, will come to you with more instructions. You are to do just as she says. All will be revealed….or maybe not!

Kisses, N

[Johng1953]

More games. I love that yet again L has been excluded by N, this time to experience the folklore and traditions of Argentina without him which surely could have been shared as a 3some and something probably any visitor to Buenos Aires would want to experience. He is not ignored though which is the important thing but has a long day alone (while N and Lars get ever closer?) wondering what is in store for him this evening.
And it has me wondering too and on the edge of my seat!

[BDJ]

aaadvarky, please accept my apologies for my tardy response to your inquiry of my whereabouts. I have decided to remain, to enjoy a previously unexplored corner of the world. Raul has installed me in a room adjoining that of our loving trio. The walls are thin, perfect for delighting the senses of this old man. This morning, as I took my breakfast, I noticed L reading a paper that was creating several plays of emotion across his face. Hmmm, how do I describe it? Disappointment first followed by expectation--yes, that's it. He seems such a nice man; older than the beautiful senorita but I could tell from last night's experience there is a warm closeness one only sees with couples who are committed, yes, definitely in love still. I wonder how he copes with giving her to another. It is sad, yet exciting to me. I remember...well, that's for another time.

Your humble servant,
BDJ

[aaardvarky]

6.

Dear reader

Not since N’s departure for Portugal have I written to you. Aaardvarky suggested now might be an appropriate moment for a direct update from me. After all, it seems from N’s note that I may be centre stage during this episode. So stay and bear with me as I recount my experience as it happens.

I am presently in my room, as instructed. Earlier, Raul served dinner on the terrace, but nervous anticipation (are they the right words?) took away my appetite. It has seemed strange spending the day alone with only an occasional visit from Raul. Beyond my balcony the night sky has darkened across the rooftops over to the Plata. Somewhere from the terrace I can hear a muffled sound of voices, insufficiently clear to tell who, or what they may be discussing. And someone appears to be moving furniture, although not apparent what and why.

There is a knock at the door. Will this be Eva, Raul’s niece? I did not know of her existence before reading N’s note, but Raul is a private person. I call ‘Come in’, and wait. The handle turns, and she enters with youthful energy. She is in her mid thirties, slim but curvaceous, with long dark hair and smiling eyes. She wears a white blouse teamed with a pink skirt.

‘Hello, I’m Eva’, she says by way of introduction. ‘I take it that you read Ms N’s message?’
I reply that I had and was expecting her arrival.

‘Ms N has given me specific instructions’, she continues. ‘She asked me to tell you to do exactly as I say. Are you alright with this?’

To be frank I already feel disempowered to answer or to question, but her smile and the excitement of what will happen next raises my energy. I simply nod in reply. ‘They are waiting on the terrace. We are to join them there’.

Eva escorts me to the rear staircase that leads to the roof. There the scene is transformed from earlier that afternoon. The tubs of Erythrina and Fuchsia have been removed. The bed has been brought from Lars’ studio to beneath the pergola and lit by downlights. Two chairs have been positioned just beyond the pergola, one facing the bed and one backing. The scene resembles a film set.

She leads me to the chair that faces away and taking two pieces of silk riband invites me to place each wrist on the chair arm. ‘N said you must wear this’, she continues, handing me a strip of black material. ‘Would you wish me to help you with it?’, she adds, and I agree. Eva circles behind to fasten a blindfold.

[BDJ]

I had only to wait a few minutes after I heard L leave with a young woman when Raul came to escort me to the stairway leading to the rooftop. The sidelight beside the door allowed me to peer into the elaborate setting, highlighted by a bed, that I saw before me. I relaxed, waiting for the show to begin.

[Chrislydi]

Outstanding, what an intriguing little mystery, this is all obviously part of the great teasing and denial game that N plays with L, not letting him see anything not even the common and everyday touristy highlights, while denying him everything. It's all playing up to his kinks where being frozen out in the nicest possible way presses his buttons. Meanwhile the couple's bond for each other gets ever stronger, L might love her as well as ever and be loved back after a fashion too, but her love for Lars is now the all pervading and powerfully predominant feature and now dominates her every action. L might be allowed to hear but not see. The three have officially become the two plus one.

Chris

[Johng1953]

Yet more denial! But who is going to be allowed to watch?

[BDJ]

Chris,
I think you're right: "The three have officially become the two plus one." Can't help but feel for L though. I understand the erotic pull of denial but to be cut off, completely, from even occasionally being able to reclaim N in the same way Lars routinely takes her...well, it crosses the border of cuckold to abject submissive in my eyes. That's not a place I'd like to be. To me, the return to normalcy, to just have all that lust for your mate released in the usual male/female way, makes the denial ever so much more potent.

[Chrislydi]

Yet more denial! But who is going to be allowed to watch?

Well there are two chairs and two people, Eva has guided L to the one backing the action and applied the blindfold, there's now one chair facing the action and Eva can take her choice where to sit. Maybe she has a few hours off or is only helping out and not staff?

Chris

[Chrislydi]

Chris,
I think you're right: "The three have officially become the two plus one." Can't help but feel for L though. I understand the erotic pull of denial but to be cut off, completely, from even occasionally being able to reclaim N in the same way Lars routinely takes her...well, it crosses the border of cuckold to abject submissive in my eyes. That's not a place I'd like to be. To me, the return to normalcy, to just have all that lust for your mate released in the usual male/female way, makes the denial ever so much more potent.

He'll probably get an expertly performed hand job
tomorrow morning, maybe even a ruined orgasm if that's his thing. No mouth or pussy and no seeing her naked either Maybe L is very submissive I don't know not something I'd welcome at all but others crave it

Chris

[aaardvarky]

7.

‘I am asked to tell you that this is to be a performance in three Acts’, Eva announces. ‘For the 1st Act you will remain blindfolded. My role tonight is to describe everything for you. You will experience the events through my eyes, my sensations, my feelings, and possibly my desires. For the 2nd Act, the blindfold will be removed and you will see for yourself. In the 3rd Act, you will be invited to participate. It will be your choice whether you accept the invitation.’

Eva pauses for a second, and continues, ‘N has crafted this play predominantly for her pleasure seeking, but also for your enjoyment in witnessing it. It is her wedding anniversary gift to you.’

With all that had been happening I had totally forgotten the date. I feel a momentary cold sweat before reminding myself that it is now too late to redress and reciprocate, but that perhaps my participation may be my gift?

Eva takes the seat that has been placed opposite me. I am in darkness. I can hear movement behind me informing that actors have entered the set. Eva pulls her chair towards me - I feel the warmth of her presence. She lays a hand on my leg. She moves forward, her knees enclosing mine. First I can sense the stretched tension of her skirt against my thigh, then I feel the lacy outline of a stocking top.

‘They’re about to start’, she says. ‘Horacio - you know him...the young man at the milonga…he has entered the stage’.

She describes him walking to the bed, and tells me that he is naked. Now she says that Lars has entered with N. She too is blindfolded. Eva describes her dress, how it seems iridescent and shimmers as N moves. It is clearly ‘the dress’, for no other could match her description. She says that Lars is holding N, then turning her back towards him. She details his fingers going to the zip which he pulls slowly to the waist. He is easing the fabric away from her shoulders. She describes the dress dropping to the floor around N’s feet in a circle of radiance. Save for the mask, according to Eva, she is naked. Lars is now leading her to the bed and extends her unseeing hand to touch Horacio.

Eva continues, ‘Now N is kneeling on the bed, she is lifting her leg to straddle Horacio, sliding her body upwards towards his waist. She now finds him, erect and ready for her. She is feeding him greedily between her legs so that he must penetrate her. It looks as if she has been craving this moment, waiting for it since their last encounter. She is now riding him - roughly, with urgency, without pausing, without shame.’

Eva’s hand strays to my thigh, circling gently as if to focus my mind. She takes a deep breath.

‘N is quivering’, she continues, ‘she is shaking - no, she is starting to convulse - N is far too quick for Horacio to follow. Her fingers are searching Horacio’s face, she is tracing the outline that she recalls from the milonga, running her fingers through his thick black hair.’

Eva describes N's orgasm in the minutest of detail, leaving no breath unrecounted. She tells of the build up, the explosion of pleasure, her expression as she tips and continues to climax, the look on Horacio’s face, N’s hands against his shoulders pressing him back against the bed.

Act one has been so sudden, unexpected, dramatic, perhaps even brutal. Eva’s descriptions have captured every nuance of it, demonstrating her mounting excitement at what she witnessed. Now complete, her voice catches. Simply watching and recounting the events has quickened her breath. I feel a dampness from between her legs against my knee.

Eva leans in towards me. She tells me that Act 2 is about to commence but that she has been told to release the blindfold, the ties from my wrists, and spin my chair to face the bed. Taking my hands to the buttons of her blouse, my fingers shake as I unbutton from the top. She turns her back and takes a hand to the zip of her skirt. It slides down, dropping to her ankles. I release the clasp of her bra. She guides my fingers to the seams of her briefs to peel them away from between her legs.

I feel an urgent need to possess her; and I had expected that was her intention too - in the master plan that N had prepared. But at this precise moment N releases herself from Horacio, turns to face Eva, then without losing contact with his erection, presses him again deep between her legs. Eva turns away from me, and stepping into and through the dress’ circle of taffeta, she mounts the bed, kneeling across Horacio’s legs, drawing her body towards N, their nipples touching, their breasts pressing; and finally, their lips meeting.

[Johng1953]

So it moves from what was almost cruel denial to L being central to the affair after all. Though given all the players now involved hopefully there will still be some twists to come!
I wait with bated breath!

[BDJ]

It is delicious, this delightful and devious dance of lust and fulfillment, of need and rejection. L is teased: offered then denied the fetching Eva---but that is not the plan---the stage is set for an exhibition of lesbian love that will render her male lovers speechless. Two beautiful women---differently skilled in the art of love by their cultures---intent now on a consummation of desire only moments ago unimagined.

My heart is beating so rapidly I fear they will hear, even through the separating glass. I long to express myself with my hand, but am timid---afraid of others seeing my need. Never could have I imagined aaardvarky's invitation would have resulted in this...this display of erotica that encompasses such imagination in its construction. I must send him a bottle of 2004 Penfolds Block 42 Kalimna Cabernet Sauvignon---nectar of the gods at its perfection---a sun kissed aphrodisiac. 'Tis a befitting gift for the one he has given me...indeed, all his readers.