Andrew and Elsa: The Proposal

I spent a minute just playing with her, rubbing my face on her crotch and squeezing her arse cheeks, getting her hot and ready for the moment I pulled her knickers aside and really began to eat her. I knew it was getting close, my own desires were raging just as much as Elsa's were.

"Yes Andrew, yes!" Elsa groaned as I looked up at her face from between her thighs, my eyes fixed on her gorgeous features as I saw the pleasure etched on them.

I couldn't hold back any longer and lifted my head for a moment. I grabbed the wet gusset of Elsa's knickers and pulled them to the side, exposing her warm, inviting and above all beautiful pussy.

"Hmmm yes!" she gasped as I buried my face into her now naked crotch, the scent and feel of her intoxicating me, the softness on my lips as I kissed and licked exquisite.

Instantly the flavour of Elsa's juices filled my mouth, and honestly it is the best thing I've ever tasted in my life. Nothing and nobody will ever compete and it's why I love to go down on her at every opportunity.

I slid my tongue into her wet entrance, feeling the warmth and tightness within as I pushed deeper, my nose resting on her little swollen clit, allowing me to breathe in her wondrous scent as I listened to her moans grow louder and more frequent.

Lapping at the juices that flowed like a river from deep inside, I just focused on her pleasure, my tongue searching for and finding the sensitive areas that I had discovered over many oral explorations, the hidden spots that caused Elsa to jerk and shake, to arch her back as the waves of excitement grew more intense and radiated throughout her body.

I moaned into her, my breath coming faster as I slipped my tongue out and licked some of the wetness from my chin and lips before I brought them to her clit, closing them around the nub and sucking it, my tongue rubbing at the same time to provide maximum stimulation.

As I sucked and licked her throbbing clit, my fingers dug into her arse cheeks. My mind was already full of excitement as I felt her body tense up, a sign that soon she would orgasm for me and treat me to the splendour of her climax.

"I'm so close," Elsa gasped as I gave her clit another suck and then moved my attention back down to the entrance below, the soft pink flesh moving to allow my tongue to slide inside once more as I worked it forwards slowly.

"Do it for me baby, cum on my face," I urged before buying my face into her wet crotch and giving all my focus onto bringing about a toe curling orgasm.

Ten minutes later, Elsa and I were laid in eachothers arms, just resting and relaxing after a sweet love making session. I was feeling good, and in a really fun mood, looking forward to the trip to Paris more than I had been all week, the journey there a secondary afterthought in that moment.

"I think you're going to need to pick out some different clothes to pack," I joked, pulling one of the garments from under Elsa who giggled. It was damp with sweat and her juices.

"That was your intention wasn't it, you always hated that dress," she said playfully pushing and fighting me before it turned into a sweet kiss.

"I can't tell a lie," I smiled, just leaving it at that as if it explained everything.

We broke into fits of giggles that lasted a long time, neither of us attempting to recover our composure as we just enjoyed the moment together, there on our bed.

Finally I got myself under a little control and looked into Elsa's eyes, my heart beating hard and not from the exertion of our love making. No, it was from the pure love I felt for this woman and the desire to spend the rest of my life with her. I knew then and there I would propose in Paris, and knowing that I couldn't count down the seconds fast enough.

Elsa

Paris.

Paris was always the dream romantic location, right? Growing up in middle class America it was a dream that I hoped would be achieved some day, but didn't really set my heart on, knowing that trips to Europe were once, perhaps twice in a lifetime. Moving to the United Kingdom, my hopes for excursions to 'the continent' went up. Of course, I hadn't counted on falling in love with a man with the worst motion sickness that I've ever heard of. But even so I wouldn't trade him for anyone in the world....except maybe Gordan Ramsey, but I digress.

I'd lived in the UK for about a year and though I had a good job, it wasn't the kind of job that allowed me to jet set to France on a whim. Andrew did make that kind of money and I know if I'd asked him to fund a trip he would have, but I couldn't ask him to fund a trip he wasn't going on. He had always encouraged me to travel and I ventured to London regularly with my friend Heather. I always asked Andrew to come along but he almost always turned me down. When he did finally take the train ride with me one weekend, I saw that the distance really wasn't worth the illness. He'd had to stay in the hotel the entire Saturday and then we'd gone back to Manchester on Sunday! After that trip I'd stopped asking him to travel with me so adamantly.

But I couldn't hide the fact that I was always dreaming of Stockholm. And Rome. And Madrid. And Vienna. But most of all, Paris.

When Andrew surprised me with a trip to Paris I should have known he had something more than just sightseeing planned, but I was so excited that I didn't question it. I did question how Andrew would survive the trip with his poor stomach. I made sure to research all the motion sickness remedies that I could and we planned when we got to Paris, Andrew could spend the whole first day recovering while I trekked out of Paris to the town Giverny to explore Monet's Garden.

I've been a Monet fan for as long as I can remember; since I was a child even. His impressionist works captured my imagination and inspired me. The paintings of his home and his Japanese garden were my very favorite so going there was my top priority on our Paris trip.

We had an early morning flight out of the Manchester airport and I could tell that Andrew wasn't feeling well before we even boarded the plane. Just the car from his apartment to the airport had turned his stomach. I encouraged him to sleep, but I don't think he managed to get any rest on the hour and half flight. He was positively green as we got our bags in Paris and took a shuttle from the airport to our hotel.

Thankfully the hotel was a bit of a distraction. The Hotel du Louvre was by far the fanciest place I have ever stayed and just getting from the front doors to our suite was a luxurious experience. And it was amazing to know we were within walking distance of the amazing Louvre and the treasures inside it was exhilarating!

I got Andrew into our suite and right into bed (after a quick pitstop in the bathroom, poor boy) and then I was off to Giverny!

The gardens were even more glorious than all the dreaming I had done prepared me for. I toured the grounds with a group of Americans and got all the sights.

By the time I got back to Paris and up to our amazing suite, Andrew was feeling quite a bit better. He was sitting up in bed and had the television on. He'd managed to find a football game with English play by play.

"I'm back!" I entered the suite with a sing-song greeting.

"How was it?" Andrew asked.

"Glorious!" I answered. "I probably shouldn't have started there, because I don't think anything can top it."

"Well we'll see about that," Andrew said with a grin. Had I not been so wrapped up in the magical afternoon I'd had, maybe I would have recognized that he had something planned, but I missed his knowing smile.

"I need to freshen up," I declared and I retreated to the giant ensuite bathroom. There was a standing shower and a giant tub in the totally marble decked room. I wondered again about how much Andrew was spending on this anniversary trip, but comforted myself by knowing he could afford it.

As I stood under the hot water of the shower I thought about Andrew and how amazing it was that he had brought me to Paris. I started to feel rather hot and bothered when I thought of him lounging in the massive, fluffy bed just a few meters outside the bathroom door. And as I thought of him, my hands continued up and down my soapy, wet body. One hand drifted down between my legs and I found my clit hard and ready.

I moaned as I began to lightly play with myself, again thinking about the man just outside the bathroom door. I felt guilty for just a moment knowing he'd like to be in on the fun, but I also knew that he was still recovering from a long day of travel sickness and wasn't up for bedroom activities yet.

Guilt availed, I started to rub myself more.

"Oh yes," I moaned as the water poured over me.

I slipped my long middle finger down between my pussy lips. My center was almost as wet as the rest of my body, turned on thinking about the gorgeous man that lay in my bed next door.

My imagination started to really run wild and I couldn't help but speak as I rubbed my clit and labia.

"Oh Andrew, yes that feels so good," I imagined that it was his mouth instead of my fingers working their magic between my legs. I could almost hear his lapping tongue on me--he never fails to eat me out with amazing gusto.

"Fuck yes," I groaned as I slipped a finger into my waiting hole.

I started slowly, but I couldn't wait long before I was fucking myself with two fingers there in the hot water of the shower.

I came with a whimper and felt the wet release between my legs as my whole body tensed then relaxed in post orgasmic bliss.

I stayed under the hot water for a few more minutes, letting my body get fully rinsed. After the shower I took my time to towel off with the plushest, fluffiest towel I'd ever felt. I pulled on one of the complimentary robes that hung in the bathroom and pulled my hair up into another of the fluffy towels before going back to the main room where Andrew still lay watching tv.

"That is a fantastic shower!" I told him. "And the towels are like clouds. They're so soft!"

"Glad you enjoyed your shower," Andrew smiled. "It sounded like you enjoyed yourself."

I immediately flushed bright red. I'd had no idea that I was loud enough for Andrew to hear me through the door and over the sound of the water.

"Oh my god."

Andrew laughed so hard that I thought he'd make himself sick again, but he assured me that it was a very good thing to overhear and he was glad I was able to find a release after a long day.

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Andrew

The best laid plans of mice and men are often led astray as the saying goes, and as soon as Elsa returned so excited from her visit to Monet's home I knew that my plan to propose at the top of the Eiffel Tower was a busted flush. The moment Elsa got back to the hotel and started telling me about her trip whilst I was recovering from my horrendous travel induced sickness, I knew instantly that a clichéd location like that was not going to be good enough.

So the initial location was out, but luckily, thanks to Elsa, I knew just where I wanted to propose instead. It was obvious that Monet's house in Giverny was the only place special enough for me to properly ask the woman I loved - the woman of my dreams - to be my wife.

When Elsa went to take a shower and freshen up, I immediately got on my phone and started planning. By the time she returned and snuggled up with me on the soft and fluffy hotel bed, I'd made all the arrangements I needed to make the last day of our trip magical. The fact that I overheard her playing with herself in the shower was just the treat I needed to really feel better after a long day of travel and motion sickness.

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That last day of our trip began with us waking late in our bed, my arms wrapped around Elsa in a loving embrace as I spooned her. I loved feeling the warmth of her body against mine, my legs bent and pressed against hers, my chest on her back. I could honestly have stayed like that all day, just the two of us in bed, but I knew it wasn't possible.

"Good morning gorgeous," I whispered softly as Elsa roused from sleep, kissing her on the cheek and letting my hand slide up her belly and onto her chest. I lightly caressed her breasts to ease her into the day in the right way, smiling at her contented sigh.

"Good morning," she replied sleepily, her eyes fluttering open and closed as she pressed her arse back against me whilst stretching.

I groaned at the feeling of her round cheeks against my crotch and Elsa giggled as she wiggled her hips, teasing me as she was so fond of doing. I rested the side of my face on her shoulder and gave her right breast a squeeze, letting my palm press down on her sensitive nipple as my response.

"I've got a surprise for you today," I announced, feeling my nerves already kick in a little now the day was finally here.

"That's exciting! Is it under the covers?" Elsa teased, and wiggled her arse against me again.

As much as I wanted her, my schedule was pretty set in stone, although my body disagreed with that vehemently as I felt the softness of Elsa's cheeks move so sexily. It took a huge effort of restraint to stop myself giving in.

"No, it's actually in The Musée Marmottan Monet, that's where most of his paintings are, right?" I asked like I didn't know. In fact I'd spent every second I was alone the previous day looking up everything I could on the subject.

"What? Are you serious?" Elsa spun over to face me, her face lit up with joy and eyes twinkling with delight. It had been her dream to see those paintings for real, with her own eyes, since she was little. I wanted today to be the day I made all her dreams come true, no matter what.

"Yes I'm serious," I grinned. Tickets are booked and the car will be here to pick us up in around half an hour!"

"Oh my God, you're the best!" Elsa said and leaned in, kissing me deeply, her tongue pressing past my lips as she pushed me backwards and followed me down. Before long she was sliding her leg over my body so she was straddling my body and resting herself on top of me.

I groaned as I felt the velvety liquid heat envelop me as Elsa slid her hips downwards and took me deeper into the softness of her center inch by inch, continuing to kiss me as I was taken into the unmatched pleasure that for me could only come from between her wonderful thighs.

As soon as she started to rock her hips, I forgot everything else. I didn't protest about us potentially being late, rather I wrapped my arms around her, holding Elsa close as she showed me just how much she loved what I had planned for us today.

Okay so my schedule may have not been as set in stone as I'd originally made it out to be, so sue me!

We arrived at The Musée Marmottan Monet around 15 minutes later than I'd hoped and planned, but that was fine. The paintings weren't going anywhere after all, and Elsa had waited years to see them, she was more than happy to wait an extra few minutes.

The museum turned out to be a huge long building on a scale I'd not expected from the photographs I'd seen. Luckily I had Elsa with me though, and she knew everything about the place and its exhibits. Seriously she could have been the one giving tours as we walked around and she told me details about each painting. I will admit I'm not the most cultured individual, but what I lacked, my beautiful girlfriend more than made up for.

I'm not going to try and express the majesty of Monet's works in words, simply because I couldn't even come close to doing them justice. Besides, as usual I was more happy looking at Elsa than I was at the paintings on display anyway. Sure, they were incredible - and the size alone of the building was almost worth the entrance fee - but seeing her so full of wonder and interest as we stood and admired each in turn, made me smile more than any masterpiece. I probably spent more time gazing at Elsa than I did at all the paintings in the building during our whole time there.

Several times I couldn't help but slip my hand into my pocket, the one where I had the ring hidden. It was almost like I wanted to make sure it was still there, but there was more to it than that too. I couldn't help but feel a desire to get down on one knee and propose there and then, seeing Elsa so happy it just seemed like the perfect opportunity, and it was a huge struggle to not just give in and do it. If I hadn't already set my heart on a different, even more special location, I may well have.

We spent around a couple hours in The Musée Marmottan Monet and yet it felt like no more than five minutes. It's amazing how time flies when you're with the one you love, and there was something about that place, especially the artworks, that captures the attention and makes you forget the world outside.

I had intended to spring my next surprise on Elsa sooner than I did, but I'd quite lost track of time. When I looked at my watch I got a knot in my stomach to realise we had been lingering too long.

"Have you seen enough yet?" I asked Elsa quietly as we stood looking at one of the many water lily paintings that adorned the walls of the gallery. I didn't want to rush her out, but there was nothing big important event I couldn't put off, coming up.

"Are you bored?" Elsa whispered back, looking up at me.

"Not at all, it's just we've got somewhere else to be," I said checking my watch again.

"Oh! I thought we were spending the afternoon here?" Elsa looked a little confused.

"No, in fact we're not even staying in Paris... I'm taking you back to Monet's house for one last visit before we fly home tomorrow," I announced with a smile. I knew it would make her day, and was delighted by her response.

Elsa gave a squeal, her eyes wide and mouth dropping open in surprise, but I could see in her expression she was utterly thrilled. I felt my heart melt at that moment, seeing her so full of joy. I didn't think I could love her more, but every day she gave me a new reason to.

"Really? And you're coming with me?" Elsa questioned, her voice filled with excitement and her eyes scanning my face for any hint this was a trick.

"Yes," I laughed, she looked just like a small child on Christmas morning. "You were gushing so much about it the other day I just couldn't take you home without seeing it again!"

"Oh Andrew, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Elsa said and gave me a kiss after each thanks, which I gratefully received.

"Okay, as much as I love this, we've got a car picking us up any minute, so we'd best get moving!" I insisted.

Suddenly Elsa realised there may be a problem in that plan, however. Her excitement subsided and she looked at me a little concerned.

"Giverny is about an hour away, are you sure you can manage that? I don't want you to think you've got to make yourself sick just for me," she said, her eyes scanning my face.

I knew all too well how difficult taking Elsa back to Monet's home would be on me. My stomach was already feeling a little queasy from my nerves at what I had planned for when we got there, never mind the car journey itself, but it was something I had to do. And I had prepared as best I could for the trip.

"Don't worry about that. I took some medication before we left the hotel, it should make the trip more manageable. Now stop worrying about me and let's go!" I smiled, and took Elsa by the hand, leading her towards the exit.

When we arrived at Monet's house just over an hour later, I certainly wasn't feeling my best, but I hadn't actually been sick either, which for me was a huge achievement. Obviously those travel pills I'd taken were good at what they did, and I was massively thankful for that. The next step of my plan was going to be difficult enough without being ill on top.

Once we got inside I started to see why Elsa loved that place so much too. It was so easy to imagine Monet actually living there, the place really was a home rather than a museum to the man's life and works.