Finding Rene

We were a couple of animals. I collapsed on top of her with my full weight. We were still entwined. My spent cock twitched inside her. My hot wet breath in her ear, hers in mine. We gasped for air. Sweaty. Satisfied. My cheekbone hurt.

"Bravo!" Clapping. Loud laughter. Loud. Cheers. "Well done!" Laughter. More cheers.

"What the fuck?" I pulled out of Laura, got up on my knees, pushed the curtain aside, immediately took in the fresh air and looked out the casement window onto the cobblestone street below.

In the lamplight I could see there were eight or nine people gathered outside the window, plus three bicycles. At least three were women. Some had beer cans in their hands. They were clapping and cheering.

When they saw my face appear at the window, they renewed their cheers.

"Bravo!" "Where is the honeymoon girl?" in a female Flemish accent. "Let us see the lucky lady," also in an accent.

Male voice, "Is it a honeymoon or liefje? We need to know. We have a wager. Is it a honeymoon or love?"

Could it get any more embarrassing?

"We zien zijn antwood tegemoet." Laughter.

Huh?

Laura appeared next to me in the window also taking a deep breath.

She waved to them, "Thank you, merci." She was so far out of the window I was sure they could see her tits.

"Are you newlyweds?" female Flemish asked, "or lovers?"

"Lovers," Laura answered, "we both love Rene Magritte!" Laura broke out laughing and fell back into the bed. I followed, allowing the curtain to fall back into place.

I couldn't believe how she found great humour in something that I was embarrassed by. Clearly, it was my small mindedness. All of a sudden I had a completely new appreciation for Laura.

I kissed her deeply. She was still chuckling.

We lounged around in the bed, sipping our wine, fondling, kissing, touching and giggling. I paid a lot of attention to her pretty pussy and fat nipples. She couldn't keep her fingers off my cock and balls. She loved pulling cum from her pussy and licking her fingers. Although the bed was a sticky mess, we were, too. We didn't care. In fact, at that moment we didn't have a care in the world.

Until a mosquito buzzed right between Laura's ear and mine.

The room was full of them!

Two naked bodies leapt out of bed, clapping the air in seemingly random locations. I found a small blue towel and used it to snap at the mosquitoes perched high up in the vaulted ceiling. It was a joy to watch Laura's lithe body stretch, leap and cavort around me. She found great amusement in watching my flaccid cock flopping around as I did the same.

It was exactly then, that I noticed Laura's right leg was not the same as her left. It was skinnier. Not by much. But I noticed a difference.

She saw me staring. I must have looked confused.

"So you've finally figured out that I've a gimpy leg?"

"Wha?" She snapped me out of it.

"You just noticed now?" Her chin was a blur. She wasn't happy.

"I... I'm sorry," I stammered, "I didn't mean to stare."

She watched me intently for a short moment, her chin quivering. "I had polio as a child."

"I'm sorry," I said lamely. Stupidly.

"It's okay, I'm over it now." It must have been a practiced line.

I wondered if she was. What kind of psychological impact would that have growing up? There was an almost terror in her facial expression as she watched my reaction.

"You didn't notice," she asked incredulously, "as we walked around Bruges today, that I have a bit of a limp?"

"No," I squeaked, "sorry. All I saw was a beautiful woman."

A smile drifted across her face. "You're such a good liar."

"And you're such a good fuck." I smiled back, trying my best to defuse the sudden tension.

Standing at the side of the bed we simply gazed at each other for a moment. Clearly she believed that I thought her skinny leg was something that would bother me, and that in itself bothered her. It bothered me that it bothered her. Still, I rationalized it boiled down to an insecurity thing on her part.

"Laura." "Bill," we both said together. With her eyes she gave me the leeway moment.

"Laura, I don't care about your leg. You still have a hot ass and you're sexy as hell. Besides... am I perfect?"

She smiled and clenched onto me. "Pretty well perfect I'd say."

"Come on..."

"Tall, dark and handsome, sexy rich guy that owns his own engineering company, and has a really nice cock, a lovely but albeit crooked smile, and seemingly is okay with my gimpy leg. What's not to love?"

"Laura. It's hardly a gimpy leg. It's just a little bit skinnier than the other one."

"Bill...I'm not text book pretty, am I?"

"I don't remember any of my text books being as pretty as you." What a nut-bar.

"Okay enough," she said dismissively.

"Oh, I've not had enough of you." I was smirking at her.

She grinned and took on a crazed expression in her eyes which suddenly widened. She pinched both of her fat nipples with her thumbs and index fingers pulled them and then twisted them towards me, "So you want more of this?" She was staring straight at me. Clearly she loved the play acting display. It was so completely over the top. She let go of her nipples, there was a tiny bit of rebound bounce in her flat breasts. Her hands dropped to her crotch. Her French fingernails pulled at her labia, luridly opening herself up, flexing her hips upwards and grinding her pinkness at me, "Or this?" Her grey eyes bulged out.

"How rude! In front of a gentleman yet," I tried to put on fake indignation by turning my face away from her and putting my nose in the air.

She picked up her pillow, whacked me with it, then stood at the side of the bed waiting for my response, smiling. Cornered at the side table. Pillow as a shield.

"Why I oughta..." I said in my best Jackie Gleason, "to the moon, Alice, to the moon." I was still holding the mosquito smacking blue towel.

"What?" She really looked puzzled. Then her expression changed as she watched me start to twirl the towel.

"No!" she leaped onto the bed and then off the other side just as the blue towel snapped at her skinny little ass. "Ahh!" She spun around to face me at the foot of the bed, buck naked, save for the pillow she was holding with both hands over her left shoulder ready to swing.

I was naked, too, except for the small towel that twirled from my right hand directly in front of my crotch.

"What are you doing?" she said with a laugh in her voice, and puzzled eyes, staring at my crotch area.

I looked down to the towel. The twirling motion with my hand was exactly the same motion as jerking off. "Haaa!"

Smack, came the pillow to the top of my head. "How rude!"

I collapsed onto the bed, howling in laughter, clutching my sides. She jumped on top of me, pinning me beneath her, laughing too and started tickling my ribs.

"In front of a lady yet!"

"Oh no!" I screamed, "I give! I give!"

She kissed me forcefully on the lips, pinning me under her. Smiling and laughing, she pulled her lips away, "So you've had a girl who weighs just seven stone get the better of you?" She laughed right in my face.

"Just don't tell anyone she had a gimpy leg, too!" I howled back.

She crumpled into a fetal position next to me. Her laughs turned to snorts. Her eyes were watering.

I was clutching my ribs while pounding my head against the mattress, gasping for air.

It was a good few moments before we could get our composure back.

"I wonder what they're thinking outside."

That got us going again.

After a few more moments Laura rolled on top of me and landed a kiss on my lips. Then on my cheek, then my sore cheek, then my eyes, and my nose and my chin and then all around my jaw and neck. Then my mouth again.

I loved it.

Smiling, she whispered, "You're really something else," she smiled again, then announced, "but I have to pee." With that she peeled herself off the bed and left.

I went back to hunting mosquitoes.

We closed the windows, including the ones downstairs and sealed ourselves in for the night.

Once we were reasonably sure the mosquitoes were all gone, we washed our hands and went to bed. I tucked her little body next to mine. She was all soft and warm.

Laura was asleep in no time.

*****

I woke with a start. I was completely disoriented. In the dim morning light, I saw that there was the small back of what appeared to be a naked child next to me. My cheek bone throbbed and I needed to piss.

I found the bathroom and I was half way through peeing when I remembered her name.

Laura shuffled a little as I slipped back into bed.

*****

I woke up seemingly a few minutes later, completely disoriented again. I saw two empty wine glasses next to the bed. Clearly I had slept like a log. When I came to my senses, I realized Laura was not in the bed with me. I found my sweatpants and t-shirt in the other bedroom. After peeing again I went downstairs and found Laura already boiling the kettle.

"Good morning," she said with a big smile on her face. She was dressed in her t-shirt and sandals. Nothing else. Her pussy was just barely covered. One leg just slightly skinnier than the other. She was lovely.

"Good morning, Laura. There you are. I was starting to think it was all a big dream."

"Maybe it was."

"I guess I'm still dreaming then," I said as I slid her into my arms. I bent my head down and kissed her on the lips. Her nipples poked into the top of my belly. She squeezed my bum. I don't think I've ever been kissed quite like she did that morning. It wasn't a hot passionate, I wanna fuck now, kiss. Nor a peck. It was as if she sucked a bit of my soul out from me. I was shocked. It was almost an affront, albeit a fully pleasant one. And one that I was immensely grateful for.

"What happened to your face?" she asked, looking at me with a little concern.

The kettle boiled.

I had notice I had a bit of a black eye from where she had smacked my cheek with her forehead the night before.

"It's nothing," I lied, "I think I walked into the doorframe last night." Her forehead seemed fine.

"Tea or coffee?" she asked in an upbeat tone, clearly buying the lie and not remembering.

"Huh! Isn't the line, coffee, tea or me?" I chuckled still holding her, counting my blessings.

"You can have me anytime," she answered smiling.

"I am dreaming."

She gave my bum a hard pinch.

"Ahoww!" I wasn't expecting that. I let go of her. "Coffee."

She made herself a cup of tea and scooped some coffee into a bodum for me. As she poured boiling water in she asked, "Is it alright if I have a shower?"

"Of course it is."

While stroking her pussy hairs she asked, "Have you a razor that I may borrow?"

"I do," I smiled immediately understanding that that was such an excellent request. Wet dream stuff really, "And you may," I finished.

Again I followed her cute little bum as she ascended the narrow stairs in front of me while carrying her mug of tea. It was different though, I could see her pink pussy lips peeking out. I couldn't help but reach out.

She stopped mid-flight and flexed her bum back to give me a good feel.

"Mmmm," we both said in unison. I was thanking God again.

She giggled and ran off. After handing her my razor and shaving cream I collected two empty wine glasses and made my way downstairs while Laura had her shower.

I wondered where I was driving Laura. Wherever it was, I'd never heard of it before. I wondered where I'd be sleeping tonight and if Laura would be with me. The shaved pussy, if I got that right, was certainly a good omen. One thing I was certain about, I knew I didn't want Laura to slip away. I was having a ball with her and I was sure that whatever we got up to today would be more than just fun. The whole situation was crazy. My life was on hold. Some sort of a surreal pause. I should have been making my way to Brussels to catch a flight home. Instead, I was washing two wine glasses as that crazy little woman was upstairs shaving her pussy for me. I'd just met her and she was driving me nuts already. What a sweetheart. I couldn't wait for her to come downstairs. I couldn't wait to see her cute chin flex.

It was very odd, but I felt weak. Vulnerable. I didn't know what was happening to me.

The curtains were open, it was a lovely bright morning as Laura finally descended down the stairs. She wore a pair of light yellow three quarter length pants, a light blue t-shirt and sandals. In spite of the fact that she had her padded bra on, I could still make out where her nipples poked through. Although I didn't see it yesterday, with the pants she wore today, there was an inch wide gap at the top of her thighs. My sphincter tightened as soon as I saw it. Her hair was pulled together in a ponytail. She had a little make-up on. Her chin flexed as she smiled to me.

"Look at you; you're lovely," I said as I started to get an erection. My body and brain were in complete disunity.

She smiled. "Breakfast!" Deftly changing the subject.

"Let me have a shower first and then we can go find something to eat."

"Bill, you have your shower and in the meantime I'll pop over to DelHaize to pick something up."

I must have had a puzzled look on my face.

She explained, "DelHaize, it's the supermarket. It's right around the corner, we passed it last night."

"Okay," I said as I sipped back the rest of my coffee.

*****

Laura was setting out plates as I came down the stairs after showering and packing my suitcase. She bought fresh plain and chocolate croissants and a piece of brie. She had also made of fresh bodum of coffee.

"So, where is it that we're going to today?" I asked as I sliced a piece of Brie.

"Bill, I can take a bus," her demeanor changed.

"Nonsense. I wouldn't miss this for the world."

"Seeing my mother again?"

"Being with you today."

She broke out into a wide grin. "I'm looking forward to spending the day with you, too."

Her grey eyes bore straight into mine as she added, "We don't have to have lunch with my mum. I can call her and tell her I'm not coming. We can stay in Bruges another day if you wish."

"If we do it won't be here. I'm supposed to be out of here by, I don't know, ten or eleven. Besides, cancelling on your mother isn't very nice."

"No, it wouldn't be, but it wouldn't be the first time I've upset her."

"So, where is it we're going?"

"De Panne is almost at the French border. An hour away at the most. Do you have a swim suit?"

"No. Do I need one?"

"If you're going swimming in the sea, yes."

"Isn't it a bit cold?"

"A bit, but you should see what it does to my nipples," she said grinning.

"Where can we get me a bathing suit?" I grinned back.

"You mean a swim suit. Why would you wear anything to take a bath?"

I simply gazed at her for a moment.

The breakfast was wonderful. Fresh warm croissants with Belgian chocolate oozing out from inside. Baked sin.

She stood up to clear the dishes.

"If we have to be there at one and if it only takes an hour to get there, then we have some time to do some touristy stuff this morning," I said as I brushed her upper thigh running a finger through that gap.

"Sure."

"But first," I said holding her by the leg, "I wouldn't mind a quick taste of that pretty pussy of yours," I smiled as I looked up to her, and then added, "did you shave it just for me?"

She blushed and smiled.

"That is so sweet of you. Thoughtful. Can I have a quick taste?"

She immediately placed the plates back onto to the table. Her grey eyes sparkled as she said, "Okay let's go."

She reached her hand out to me. I placed my right hand in hers as she led me over to the couch. With a smirk on her face and a definite twinkle in her grey eyes she unbuttoned her pants and pulled down the zipper, revealing white cotton panties. In one deft movement she kicked off her sandals, pulled down her white cotton panties and pants, dropping them to her feet. She sat herself down on the couch and flicked the pants and panties away and then opened up her glorious pussy.

It was gorgeous. The most perfect pink flower. Without the hair, even as wispy as it was, Laura's shaved kitty-cat was like a vision. Soft slightly crinkled labial lips opened like pink angel's wings, her vagina pulsed open and closed, glistening in the light. Even her pee-hole was garishly agape. She was all glistening with Laura moisture.

I knelt down between her legs. I put my hands on her thin and now clearly noticed by me, uneven thighs, spreading her legs even wider.

Her vagina continued to gape open just a little and flex closed, either in sync with her pulse or her breathing, or perhaps on its own pace. Her right index finger found her clit. Her French manicured fingernail and fingertip gentle pulled the hood from her clit up revealing the pink prize below.

My eyes were watering. "Oh man."

"No, that would be oh woman," she whispered.

"Mmmnnn," was all I could manage as my mouth clamped onto her pussy. Laura nectar with just a hint of soap. It was bliss. She was silky smooth. I licked, kissed, poked with my tongue, nipped with my lips, tapped with my tongue, hummed, blew gently, sucked. I was everywhere at once. From her tight little bumhole to just above her clit. Side to side. Up and down. In out.

I was lost in an erogenous zone. And her taste, an unbelievable combination of muskiness, sweat, salt and sweetness, pure woman.

I became aware that her hands were on the back of my head, pulling me in, and that her bum was starting to lift off the couch seat. I strained my eyes to look up and I could see that Laura's head was tilted back and that it was turning red. While still firmly holding the back of my head with her right hand, I watched as her left hand moved up to pinch her nipples, quickly alternating from one to the other and back.

The bow was being drawn again.

I kept at it. She was loving it. So was I. The fact that I could give her so much pleasure humbled me.

My cock was stiff.

Higher and higher her hips rose. I held her bum cheeks with both hands. She trembled uncontrollably. I could barely hear her breathing because of her thighs pressed against my ears. Her chest was heaving as her whole body shook.

I sucked her clit into my mouth.

With a bang she came hard, flexing her spine and snapping up her head. "Uuuhhhh!" she screamed. Her action threw me right off her. I slipped down between her open legs and smacked my lower lip onto the wooden couch frame, on the left side.

"Oww!" I wondered if I split my lip or busted a tooth. Laura was oblivious as she continued with her orgasm above me.

"Are you okay?" she was peering down at me, between her open legs as I writhed on the floor testing my lip for blood. She had a very quizzical look on her face.

My boner was quickly shrinking away as my bottom lip swelled up.

"I'm sorry, I just banged my lip on the wooden frame."

"You poor thing. Here let me have a look." She pulled me up of the floor and gazed to my lip. "It's not bleeding," she said, "but let's get you a piece of ice."

That was it. Sex was over for now. She handed me a clean dish towel with a couple of ice cubes from the mini-fridge.

*****

Laura and I walked hand in hand down the cobblestone streets on our little tourist diversion. We were in no rush. The game plan was to pick up the car and bring it back to the apartment, load it up with our bags and head off to De Panne. The weather was nice. We just followed our noses (and my fat lip and sore cheek bone). Eventually we came across the Sint-Gilliskerk church. Luckily there wasn't a service going on. We entered.

My eyes melted in my sockets. Both Laura and I stood there with our mouths open trying to take it all in. The detail, the grandeur and the beauty of it was incredible. I had just received a slap in the face by the Baroque! I was in awe. Nothing had prepared me for what was happening. Not only were my eyes and brain trying cope with the spectacle that was laid before and indeed all around me, but I was overcome by emotion at the same time.