Simon thought he saw her wink. But that would have been so out of character.
She disappeared into her dressing room and they each changed into a robe with accompanying Japanese sandals. Simon felt rather silly, as though he were dressing up for a role in the Mikado. The robes made the whole business rather formal, but also fun. In jest they all bowed to each other.
After some time Madame de Montmorency entered in a robe of her own, a wonderful brocade affair with beautiful bamboo and whooping cranes. However, she had let down her hair into two thick braids that fell behind her shoulders, so there was a bit of the feel of a school girl playing dress-up.
“Must I disrobe?”
Simon shook his head. “I see no reason why you shouldn’t remain in your beautiful kimono. Unless….”
“Yes?”
“I don’t know how to put this delicately. Let’s see. Unless, in your… enthusiasm… you have a tendency to….”
“Ah, yes. I see your concern. Well, that has not been my experience…. But I have a large collection of Turkish towels just there in that cabinet. Also a few emollients and a small collection of… devices… to aid in… relaxation. So… shall we begin?”
She pressed a lever on the side of the massage table and it slowly lowered electronically to chair height. She sat on the end.
“As you see, it can be adjusted to the appropriate height for the ministrations of the… practitioner. So, how do you want me?”
Melissa took charge again.
“Well, Madame… Hortensia, if you are like me or most women of my acquaintance, a bit of ‘warming up’ is usually welcome before proceeding to the more intimate activity. Now, I would assume that with your husband a certain amount of… kissing, fondling, caressing would precede the more sexual…”
“No.”
“No?”
“No. Without telling too many tales out of school I can only say that if Zander was more attentive in that manner then I would not have asked you here. So… no.”
“And would it offend you if Janine and I, say, kissed you, or stroked your shoulders and neck, and so on…?”
“And so on…” The bishop’s wife closed her eyes and a shiver shook her. “Ah. Well. I am committed to relieving this chronic discomfort which so distracts me from my duties. So. I will bow to your expertise.”
Melissa, Janine and Simon exchanged looks.
Janine and Melissa stepped forward on either side of the table and each placed a hand on the lady’s shoulder. Janine followed Melissa’s lead as they began stroking her neck and back through the colorful silk. Hortensia de Montmorency exhaled a big sigh.
Simon stepped forward directly in front of her and began very delicately pattering his fingertips on her forehead and temples, cheekbones and jawline. Tiny taps on her eyelids. A gentle massage of her ears. Melissa breathed warm breath on one side of her neck and Janine on the other. A tiny moan escaped the large woman’s lips. Her chin tilted upward and her mouth opened and relaxed. Without the need to be severe and proper Simon could see that she had a beautiful carved bow to her upper lip.
“You…you may kiss me.” She whispered.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Please.” With her eyes closed it was as though she was imagining a dream lover, her mouth eager for his magic kiss.
Simon gently met his lips with hers and was surprised by the sudden surge toward him. Her firm hand was on the back of his head holding the kiss tight. The tip of her tongue began exploring his and she groaned.
The women were beginning to caress her lower back and sides and she, in turn, was beginning to rock against their four hands. Her tongue began to dart in and out of Simon’s mouth.
She stopped. Panting low, head bowed.
“Oh my, oh my. That was… I had no idea, but now… if you could… please…”
She took each of Simon’s hands in her own long fingers and pulled them onto her chest. Simon found himself cupping the largest pair of breasts he had ever touched.
“Squeeze… oh, yes…oh, lord that is….” She tilted her head up, begging to rejoin in a deep kiss again. Her knees spread apart, so that Simon could move in very close, those huge pillows tight between them, his thumbs pressing and flicking her marshmallow-size nipples.
The moans deep in her body were coming often now and her breath was impatient. She tugged aside one silk lapel and dragged one of Simon’s hands onto her bare breast. Made him rub it hard.
“Please take me. Do not be kind.”
She collapsed backward onto the table, her kimono falling open and her huge breasts flowing out. They were mountainous and though they slid to each side making them easily available to Melissa and Janine, they still were mounded high on her impressive chest. In fact, her whole body was a great ivory monument. Her great creamy white belly with its deep navel groove spread downward to thick hips and columnar thighs. Sliding backwards on the table, she uttered a low, dirty laugh as she lifted those huge legs in the air revealing the great cakes of her impressive ass. When she firmly planted her heels at the edge of the table and spread her ample thighs Simon got a surprise.
Nestled under the thick curve of her mount of Venus was the most delicate vulva Simon had ever seen. He had been expecting a great cave with formidable lips, but this was not that at all. A small pink opening was crowned by the sweetest pale pink bud nestled in a curl of tender petals. A clear glistening of excitement was just emerging and he was sorely eager to lap it ever so gently. But he chose instead to ignore this sweet amuse-bouche and admire her impressive legs with his lips and a bit of tickle with his greying mustache, starting at the inside of her left knee and ever so slowly kissing down that wide expanse of inner thigh, enjoying how it began to shake and shiver as he got closer and closer to the tender target. Down and down that long thigh until his mouth was on the thick tendon that leads to ‘home’.
But no. Not yet. A moan came from deep in that huge belly as he ignored the sweet spot and began kissing again on the inside of the right knee. But to relieve and raise the tension he took a handful of each of her ass cakes and squeezed nice and hard.
Her hips surged up toward him.
“You… and you, please grab my girls.” She was begging Mellissa and Janine to womanhandle her giant mammaries and they obeyed with enthusiasm, kneading the thick white dough of those impressive breasts until the nipples puckered hard and turned pale at the tips.
The dignified bishop’s dame had disappeared. As Melissa and Janine, eyes locked to each other descended open mouthed onto those huge nipples and engulfed them with hot, wet mouths and busy tongues the entire creamy landscape of Hortensia Sophia Angelica Stern de Montmorency shook into quivers that rippled from her neck to her knees. Everything was moving at once, including all parts of her face which now bloomed a deep scarlet.
Her nostrils spread to enjoy the musk of her own excitement. Her mouth began to water and gape, lower lip loose, deep groans alternating with fast, harsh panting as though she wished to give birth to the best orgasm that woman had ever experienced. Her head thrashed and her braids swung in wide arcs slapping at the backs of the two acolytes whose faces were deeply buried in her breast flesh.