"First" by Van Cleef and Arpels
Jul 3rd, 2025 by Holiday
The subtle scent of First, by Van Cleef and Arpels, dabbed around her delicate pink earlobes and along the exquisite cleavage of her abundant breasts bewitched me every time. That day she stood nude on the earth brown tiles of the bathroom doorway for a moment looking up at the skylight. The faint sound of late afternoon spring rain lulled the senses superbly.
My lover was a short, full-figured woman in her late 30s, with a soft patch of trim blond pubic hair between her thick thighs. Her eyes were a contemplative blue, perhaps because of her Polish antecedents with Litvak and German tendencies thrown in for good measure. As she combed her barely shoulder length hair, the absence of clothing revealed the gradual increase in her middle over a period of years. She was married with two young children, her stomach was soft and she looked like a woman – not a svelte adolescent, and this was thoroughly arousing to me. I couldn’t resist her.
“Mein dahling,” I said.
“For vat poipose de Tchermann, mein Herr?” she smiled.
Before this respite I had kissed and licked her immaculate ass, feasting on the splendor without fatigue. My lover’s husband of a dozen years was revolted by the idea of rimming her – or even performing cunnlingus, for that matter. He actually stayed clear of his wife during her period; that time when a woman craves cock the most.
Yet his loss was my gain, and my indulgent attitude knew no bounds. While I banished all thoughts of her faithful husband, I considered that most evangelic dictum: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
And my lover did reciprocate by finger-fucking my ass while bestowing her trade mark blow job. She always took special pride in her ability to provoke a lustful orgasm from a man with her luscious mouth.
With each darting thrust of tongue into her ass, my married lover sighed and shook her head approvingly.
“This is heavenly,” she managed, “but, please … take my ass – fuck me hard.”
I used the requisite condom and a slight application of hand lotion to gain access to her tight orifice. She always claimed that she never had anal sex before. Who knows? If so, I’m certain another man has fucked her ass many times since.
After a savage orgasm, I felt bathed in a calm white light.
* * *
As she left the doorway of the bathroom, I noticed her pupils were dilated and her breathing was shallow.
“The lips to my cunt are swollen in anticipation,” she said. “My clit is hard and distended … and I’m wet … so very wet. I need you to fuck me … again.”
And I did. Several times that day.
* * *
Later, after we lost touch, I thought of my married lover each time I passed Joshua Taylor’s in Cambridge. The familiar scent of First, by Van Cleef and Arpels, always evoked her presence and I lived our time together again – if only briefly. Yet I wondered if she had finally left her husband, as she vowed. I wondered about her forays into other fetishes, like BDSM and threesomes. And, I wondered about the success of a Craigslist ad for her interest in bedding other women.
Then the scent changed and I pursued a different direction.
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Would love to hear the woman’s take on this….
That would be interesting, though I doubt it matters.