The Freyja Club

I was having a strange but familiar dream. I had seen a beautiful woman and I began pursuing her through a hedge maze. I was just at the point where I'd caught up to her and was reaching out to turn her and reveal her identity when I awakened. It was a variation of a dream that I often have where I'm about to discover something important, but just at the critical moment, I awake to find that the discovery is just out of reach. As my eyes blinked open, I stared at the ceiling, and for a moment I wondered where I was, but the oil portrait of Lily that hung on the wall at the foot of her bed quickly reminded me that I was in her apartment in Paris. I recalled that my last conscious thought last night had been when I had been staring at that portrait and marveling at the skill that the unknown artist had shown in capturing Lily's 'Mona Lisa' smile. As I glanced to my right, the real-life Lily was still asleep, but I noted that even now, she still wore that mesmerizing smile that so intrigued me.

I could feel the warmth of Lily's naked body against my own and as much as I would have loved to snuggle with her I realized that one of the reasons that I'd awakened was nature's call, so I reluctantly got up and padded to the bathroom. After taking care of business, I went to the sink to wash my hands and throw some water on my face. As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I noted that my day-old stubble was in need of a shave, but at a deeper level, the image that looked back at me had a quizzical expression that revealed my confused emotional state. I had a sense that the answer was right there, but just as in my dream it was tantalizingly just out of reach.

Last evening as Lily and I were locked in a carnal embrace, she looked into my eyes and, with apparent sincerity, said "Je t'aime," and I had impulsively answered, "Me too." Both her statement and my immediate response had shocked me to my core. I was aware that some people say "I love you" in a casual and insincere way, but I am not one of them. I have always considered those words to be almost sacred, and I can remember only using them three times in my entire life and never to someone that I knew for less than two days. I never believed in the proposition of "Love at first sight," and as I gazed at my reflection, I could see that my heart was reexamining that notion while my mind continued to assert its absurdity. I just shook my head and sighed and headed back to the bedroom.

I had first met Lily three nights ago when she greeted me at the entrance of the Paris Freyja Club where she was employed as the hostess, and like all women on the premises was naked except for her shoes and a gold tiara that served as her name tag. I remembered that I had been stricken by her beauty then, and even more so now. That first meeting was enjoyable, but of necessity, brief, because of her responsibility to warmly greet each new member, the opportunity to hold lengthy conversations was severely limited. I had pushed Lily to the back of my mind that night and it wasn't until the next evening that the Goddess Freyja orchestrated a reunion of sorts.

I had spent a long Sunday editing a story that I had written about another Freyja Club hostess. Kyree was the subject and her journey had started in Senegal, but most of it happened in France. She was now in New York but had granted me permission to write about how she'd come to find her way to the club. As with a lot of my endeavors, if I get locked in, I can forgo food, rest, and even bathroom breaks and that's exactly what happened.

By early evening I was starving and on a whim had decided to walk over to the nearby casino that was less than a quarter of a mile from my hotel. Imagine my surprise when I saw a familiar face at one of the blackjack tables and Lily again entered my life. She had driven to the Paris suburb of Oise to take her mother to church that morning, but on the way home had decided to spend a couple of hours at the casino. She said that she rarely gambled but had felt drawn to the casino that evening. It was a coincidence that was beyond unbelievable and we both agreed that it had to be divine intervention, but God's purpose in reuniting us in exactly this way was a mystery.

Over dinner at the casino restaurant that had been my original objective, our conversation covered the waterfront of the kinds of things all people talk about in the getting-to-know-you stage of their relationship, but at one point drifted into the area of religion and spirituality. Lily told me that she and her family were devoted Catholics, and as such she wanted to ask me a question that had been troubling her for some time, namely, did I think that God would punish her for what she had chosen to do? Of course, I understood she meant the Freyja Club.

I think I was successful in giving her a new perspective on the question that so troubled her and also on life in general and the value of her life choices. It had seemed to lift a burden from her shoulders and from that moment on, I could see a difference in Lily and the way she regarded me. It was later that evening that she told me that she loved me, and now I was dealing with the emotions that her statement engendered. As these thoughts clashed in my mind, I knew something profound had changed, I just didn't know what.

Back in the present, I looked at Lily and It was easy to eschew my normal morning five-mile run since I had neither my running gear nor any enthusiasm to do anything other than crawl in next to her oh-so-soft naked body. Lily must have already been awake or very nearly so, because as soon as she felt the mattress move as I slid in next to her, her beautiful blue eyes opened and she whispered, "Salut soldat." I smiled at her attempt at early morning humor because she had essentially said, "Hi soldier." I assumed that she was referring to the time that I spent in the army because last night I had told her about some of my experiences as an infantry captain in Vietnam. Of course, I hadn't been a soldier for more than fifteen years, but it was a sobriquet that I was quite proud of earning.

I was still bemused by Lily when she chose to use some French phrases. I knew that her English was excellent and she didn't need to search for the right words so I assumed it was just something that she did with me to communicate the intimacy that we were feeling with each other. So if that was her game, I did my best to play along with my meager two-hundred world vocabulary. I touched her cheek and responded, "Bonjour ma petite fleur." Lily's eyes sparkled and she chuckled at my pathetic attempt at repartee, but her hand felt the day-old stubble on my cheek and she snuggled even closer. "Your little flower huh? Perhaps that's just your poetic invitation for me to spread my legs like a blossom so that you can get to my honey, non?

Truthfully, I hadn't meant it that way at all, but Lily said it in such a way that I regarded it as more of an invitation than a rebuke. As I leaned forward our lips met in a sweet good morning kiss and my hand slid down exploring the sinuous curve of her body and came to rest on her hip. As we kissed, I could taste the earthy muskiness of Lily's morning breath, and I realized that far from being objectionable I found it arousing. She must have experienced something similar because her kisses became more demanding with her tongue exploring my willing mouth. I could feel the heat of our bodies rise with our mutual passion and Lily seemed unsurprised when my hand cupped her mons and my fingers slipped into the tiny notch between her legs.

Lily moaned her pleasure when she felt my fingers begin to explore and she parted her legs to allow unobstructed access to her cunt, an invitation that I immediately accepted. I encountered the first sign of her arousal as I slid my finger into her slit and my fingertip found that most interesting depression hidden under her vaginal lips. When I circled the entrance with my finger I was able to coat it with her juices and smear it along the length of her labia, easing my access to her most female parts.

I felt her clench as my finger penetrated a little further, but I stopped when I'd reached the first knuckle and just wiggled it to see how she'd respond. Lily moaned into my mouth and in addition to the clenching of her hole, she closed her thighs and trapped my hand between her legs.

Lily had been more than successful last night in milking my cum reservoir and even though I was feeling aroused by her body and her kisses, I wasn't really yet motivated enough to push her further. I was enjoying feeling the intimacy of just playing with her pussy and noted that my fingers were coated with her juices from my fondling. She was obviously aware that she was getting wet because she pulled my hand from between her legs to suck on my, now sticky, fingers. I was blown away watching her impulsive action and I noted the mischievous look she gave me as if I should be shocked.

I think Lily would be happy to know that far from being shocked, I appreciated the wonton intimacy that I was feeling with her. Oh, I had certainly felt close with other women, and Karen and Jennifer came immediately to mind, but I had never experienced the sense of actually merging with the thoughts, feelings, and desires of another person like I was suddenly feeling with Lily. At the moment, I couldn't find words that could adequately express these emotions, so I just pulled my fingers from her mouth and pushed them into my own. She had sucked all of her flavor away, but I hoped the mere act of wanting to share her essence was sufficient to send the message.

Lily cooed a soft "Mmmmm," and her eyes flashed with a fire that I thought conveyed her own realization of the bond that seemed to be chaining us together. When I returned my hand to the empty space between her legs and again inserted two fingers inside her vagina, I also found her lips with mine and used my tongue to probe for her liquid essence that I knew should be there. Her mouth did have a more earthy flavor and I realized that I liked the taste, but I was rapidly finding that there wasn't anything about Lily that I didn't like.

Even though it was within her reach, Lily avoided grasping my cock but seemed to find pleasure in simply caressing the muscles of my arms and shoulder. Her hand would run across the sinewy curves and then she'd gauge the texture with a squeeze and then she'd move to another area and repeat the process, all the while giving little "Mmmm's" of approval. I got a distinct impression that she was worshiping my masculinity in her own way and I felt a rush of admiration for God's perfect design of our respective bodies. When I mentioned this feeling to Lily, she did grasp my cock and moaned her whole-hearted agreement with a nice "Uh hmmm."

Our morning activity confirmed the fact that sexual satisfaction can come in many forms and needn't only be found in blissful orgasms. We both admitted that our kisses, caresses, and fondling created a sense of 'oneness' that was wonderful in its own right, and for more than an hour, we relaxed in the radiant glow of that realization. Lily periodically stroked and squeezed my cock, but more in a way that just affirmed my maleness than any attempt to initiate arousal. Most of the time her hands were elsewhere, but always moving and exploring. Likewise, my hand cupped her breasts and caressed the softness of her skin as I confirmed that worship wasn't a one-way street.

As the sun rose above the trees it flooded the room and Lily got up to adjust the shades on the windows. Even though she had been cuddled in my arms for over an hour, the sight of her naked body in motion caused me to gasp at her beauty. My gaze first fell on the liquid motion of her breasts as they gave a slight jiggle with each step and was revealed in a breathtaking profile as her slim arms rose to pull on the cords controlling the shades. Equally mesmerizing was the curve of her womanly hips that broadened and accentuated the shallow "V" of her pussy in the front and her fleshy butt in the rear. She must have felt my eyes because she glanced over her shoulder and smiled at me. When she'd finished with the shades, she half turned and just let me take in the allure of her beauty, and I certainly did, but after a moment, I felt compelled to get up and take her in my arms. The kiss was wonderful as always but it was short and sweet because a moment later she announced that she needed to pee. I nodded, took her arm, and escorted her to the 'throne room.'

When she sat on the toilet, she glanced up and saw me staring at her. A quizzical look gave way to one of understanding and she smiled as she raised herself off the seat a few inches and squatted with her hands on her knees and her breasts hanging in space. Our eyes were locked when I first heard the tinkle of her pee hit the water in the bowl. From my perspective, I could see the flow from between her legs first dribble as it forced a breach between her vaginal lips and then increase in force once through. Lily's face reflected the release of the pressure on her bladder and as I watched I found that the scene was fueling an erection. Lily noticed too and she waved me closer. "It excites you to watch me," she said as a statement, not as a question. I nodded and as I did the smell of her fresh urine assaulted my nose and for some reason, I found it excitingly arousing.

"It does," I stammered, not sure about this sudden realization. I had never been particularly attracted by the smell of urine and had never considered "water sports" although I was aware that it was a popular "kink" in the Freyja Club, but as I was discovering, things around Lily seemed to bring new revelations on a regular basis. "I love the smell of you, and I... " Just then, Lily finished and turned to strip some toilet paper from the roll next to the toilet, but for some reason, I stopped her and pulled her to me. "I want to taste you," I said, and Lily just smiled and spread her legs more as if my stated desire was the most natural thing in the world.

There have been times in the past when after a woman has orgasmed from my mouth on her pussy, I'm sure that I've tasted some of her pee mixed with her other secretions. Jennifer, for one, told me that she often felt a small squirt when she had a particularly strong one, but if so, it was just one of those things. But now, with Lily, it was something that I desired on its own as a way of feeling an even deeper level of intimacy with this fantastic creature.

I dropped to one knee and put my hands on Lily's hips and with my face only inches away I stared at the hairy "V" of her pussy and noted the golden drops that still were leaking from their origin inside her gorgeous lips. I looked up at Lily's face and then back before I inhaled deeply and just pushed my face into her wetness. In a lot of ways, it felt similar to other occasions when I'd eaten a woman's pussy. The musky taste of her was the first sensation, and it was only a few seconds later that I was able to distinguish the salty acidity that I could clearly discern as Lily's pee. I liked the smell of her and I dove in with enthusiasm, so much so, that Lily lowered the toilet seat and sat back down as she opened her legs wider to facilitate my assault. I lapped her pussy and her inner thighs and was soon using my tongue to wedge open her lips and reveal the super-soft skin inside and the pulsing nub of her clitoris.

The feeling of 'oneness' that had permeated the air for the last hour along with our mutual caresses were combining with this new experience to drive our desire to new and unexpected heights of intimacy and I could sense the skin of Lily's inner thighs tremble as I edged her closer to a climax. My lips found her clit and I nipped at it a couple of times which caused Lily to gasp and use her hands to pull my face more tightly against her pleasure point. In fact, I was so tight against her that I could only move my tongue, and it was that instrument that flicked over her clit and drove her over the edge. I was pushed away as Lily groaned and clenched her face into a painful-looking grimace, and I watched as spasms raced through her body and she struggled to stay seated. Her legs opened and closed and she dropped her head as fireworks exploded in her brain I just tried to keep her from falling in a heap on the cold tile floor.

Soon, she recovered sufficiently to draw a deep breath and she raised her tear-stained face and looked into mine, still covered with her juices. "We are certainly a pair, aren't we?" she gasped, as I helped her to her feet. I nodded my agreement that indeed we were "certainly a pair," and I suggested that we both probably needed a shower. Lily glanced at her disheveled image in the bathroom mirror and said, "We need more than a shower, we need a salvage operation." I laughed my agreement, but I escorted her to the shower anyway.

Mutual showers are one of my favorite things and it seemed that Lily shared my enthusiasm. While there was a good bit of touchy-feely and certain parts received more than their proportional attention, we did actually get clean. One of the highlights was when Lily allowed me to help her with her blonde tresses. There's just something about holding two handfuls of a woman's hair that feels very erotic and I probably spent as much time luxuriating in the pleasure for my own sake as I did to actually help her shampoo her locks, but Lily didn't seem to mind.

Later, after Lily's hair was dry and my face was again clean-shaven, she was again ready to display her domestic side with a breakfast that I had to admit rivaled many a five-star restaurant. I enjoyed the excellent espresso she brewed as I watched her flit around her kitchen clad only in a colorful apron. I had never really appreciated the erotic appeal of aprons until I saw what they did for Lily. Of course, her bottom was bare, but as she moved the apron would open and sometimes reveal her perfect pear-shaped breasts or hint at the hidden gem of her pussy in a now you see it, now you don't fashion. Despite looking at Lily's total nudity for the better part of a day, I still found this little peek-a-boo game to be interesting and exciting. I had opted to just put on my underpants, but Lily wasn't paying nearly the attention to me that I was to her.

When the food was ready, I was too. Dinner last night seemed to have occurred eons ago, so I really dug into the delicious Belgian Waffles with strawberries and whipped cream. There was a side dish of pork sausage patties that made a nice savory contrast to the creamy sweetness of the waffles and of course, orange juice and espresso to wash it all down. I was effusive in complimenting the chef and she responded by feeding me a mouthful of waffle and a deep dimpled smile. I noted that breakfast was impinging on the luncheon hour, but the half-naked lady sitting next to me at the bar seemed unperturbed by the mixed-up dining situation since she kept leaning over to steal kisses from her guest.

I asked her when she needed to leave for the Freyja Club and she told me that she normally left her house at about three p.m. She told me about her pre-opening duties that required about an hour to complete and as I already knew, she had to be at her station by the time the club opened at six p.m. Of more import, however, was her question about us.

I had considered going to the club myself, but since then, several things in my universe have changed. First and foremost was, of course, my feelings for Lily. The thought of going to the club and fucking another woman while the one that I was seriously thinking that I was in love with was only a short space away I found to be very unappealing, and I also knew that Lily herself wouldn't be available, so for once, I actually didn't have the desire to visit the club. I explained this to Lily and she nodded her understanding, but she implored me to be in her apartment when she got home at about three a.m.