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Lorenzo’s eyes darken, and he lets me guide him down, and forwards. To where he needs to be.

Suckling my clit.

After a minute Lorenzo looks up, and his eyes are dark.

“I want you to help me. You need to play with yourself, as I tongue fuck you. Understand?”

I pause, hesitant and then I nod. I’ve never done this in front of anyone, and I feel naughty. And then good.

Slowly, I reach down and circle my sensitive clit. As my teacher claims me with his thick tongue, and fucks my pussy, I work myself up fast.

In minutes, I am bucking, and I come explosively with a low deep moan against my teacher’s face.

The sunset is stunning,and we have dinner alone on the deck high above the rest of the estate.

We are far away from the other guests, and there are only a few. The suites go for over a thousand a night. We enjoy venison and trout, and it is rare treat for us.

Considering we live, and eat mostly at home in NYC, it feels decadent.

Lorenzo is wearing a white linen suit, it is one he pulled from his wardrobe here. I’m wearing one of his white linen shirts, a pair of my tanned shorts, and the peacock hat. I am shoeless, but I have a devious smile.

That’s because I’m thinking about coming on his sinful lips.

The next day,as we fly off for LA early, we are given a picnic basket to go. It is from the French chef at the hotel.

As we fly over Tennessee, we say little. Occasionally, our eyes meet, but I guess we are both happy and content. We take turns flying, and when not, we take turns to read.

Lorenzo has two movie scripts he says are hot, and worth considering investing in. I, meanwhile, have borrowed one of his leather bound books.

I’m becoming engrossed in it, and it’s a first edition.

It’s an old-fashioned adventure, and about a group of people who try to find a mysterious temple with treasure. There is a gallant man who can handle himself, and a sassy uptight young woman who has come from money.

The two naturally argue, but fall for each other, and their relationship is well crafted.

As I read on, I hope they soon get to have sex. That’s because, I want everyone to have sex. I know the book is too old fashioned for them to, but I am caught up in the plot.

I flip a page, reading fast in the co-pilot’s seat, engrossed, and I adjust my near naked legs under me. Lorenzo already knows what has happened in the novel, because I have told him.

As he checks the radar and looks over, he calls for an update.

I look up, and try to remember where we‘d last done this. And how much he knows.

“Okay, they’re lost on the big river still. And the old steamboat has engine problems. Half of the group are gone now, killed by the natives, or malaria. The bad one escaped with the map, so they are screwed. The macho guy, the hero, has also realized he loves her.”

I look over, and our eyes meet.

I’m unsure if I am playing with fire, I do not know what he will say.

“And what about her?” Lorenzo asks, his voice deep.

I plan my words carefully, knowing Lorenzo is sharp, and that he knows I am playful. “Well, she likes him, almost as much. But he likes her more.”

Lorenzo gives me a look, and I can’t help but smile.

“She wants him to take her,” I say. “Take her over the pumping steam engines below. She also wants it done with the monkey watching.”

“What?”