Emmanuelle Returns by peteK1964

Emmanuelle Returns by peteK1964

Discover the tantalizing world of “Emmanuelle Returns” by peteK1964, where passion and desire reign supreme. Dive into this captivating adult tale that explores the sensual journey of Emmanuelle, filled with thrilling encounters and steamy moments. Indulge your fantasies and let your imagination run wild!

It had been three…no four months. A night I could not forget, but I had to concede now, that there would probably never be a repeat, or – and this seemed just as likely, – that it’d had all been some kind of dream.

So it was a very pleasant surprise when I checked into the hotel for another monthly work conference…

‘Mr Kane, there’s a message been left for you,’ the concierge said as he handed me my key card.

From under the counter, he retrieved a plain, white, business envelope, which he passed to me, before seeing to another customer. My name was written on the front in the neat, small handwriting I recognised. Inside was a single note in that same handwriting. I felt both anticipation and hope.

‘Neuk me. Room 317. Emmanuelle x’ it said.

My heart started racing. ‘Emmanuelle’ was Anna, a beautiful Dutch woman in her early forties, who came to the city every few months – also for work reasons – and who, the last time she’d been here, had persuaded me to come to her hotel room, having just met me. She had caught me staring at her in the bar, and we’d got talking, because I’d noticed she looked a lot like the seventies film star, Sylvia Kristel. She, of the’Emmanuelle’ film franchise – hence the nickname. After talking and flirting, we’d gone upstairs. We had then fucked each other senseless all night.

The next day, we had gone our separate ways, not even exchanging phone numbers – both of us being married. It had just been a one-off thing. An exquisite one-off thing, of course, but a one-off never the less.

And I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her, or that night ever since. But, my monthly conferences had come and gone and I’d been starting to think I’d never see her again. Now, there was this note. ‘Emmanuelle’ was back.

I raced to the lift, clutching my hold-all and following an agonisingly slow journey upwards, pretty much chucked the bag into my room on the second floor. I then used the stairs run up to the third. When I got to the landing, I stopped. I needed to catch my breath, because I knew showing up at her door, hyperventilating was not a good look. Besides, she might just want to say a quick hello.

Although of course the note said ‘Neuk me’. ‘Neuk’ is Dutch for ‘fuck’.

All this makes it sound like our experience together was a sleazy quickie. It wasn’t. it’d been slow and sensuous. A seduction. Although who had seduced who was up for debate.

Having got myself together, I walked calmly down the corridor to room 317 and knocked quietly.

I could hear two muffled female voices inside, although not what was being said, when the door opened. And she stood before me. She was as beautiful as before. Of course she was. Slim and dark-haired…large brown eyes you could dive into… perfect, petite, but full breasts, a tight and round arse, slender shapely legs. As soon as she saw me her eyes widened with happiness, as she beamed that intoxicating smile. She was dressed a little more formally than when I’d first met her, white blouse, black jacket, black skirt and high heels…plainly she’d just come from a business meeting. Just seeing her again made me want to gather her in my arms and kiss her deeply… and then probably drag her to the bed, but before I could do anything, she put a hand on my chest and held her finger to her lips. Then she spoke deliberately loudly as if for someone else’s benefit.

‘Ah. Peter. Good to see you, come in, come in.’

She opened the door so that I could walk past her into the room. There, sitting on an armchair in the corner, looking intensely at a laptop in front of her, was a long blonde-haired woman. She was definitely to my. mind, nordic looking. Slim, but athletic with broad shoulders,. She was wearing a business suit, but the jacket was tight enough for me to see she was full breasted. I noticed she didn’t seem to have any form of garment underneath it and I could just make out the curved line of a perfect cleavage. Very attractive, but very much a contrast to Anna’s dark appearance and petite elegance.

‘Kaija, this is Peter. Pete.’

Kaija looked up and smiled slightly.

‘How do you do…Pete,’ she said, formally…was the accent Swedish? Danish?, ‘Anna has told me much about you.’

I wondered what there was to tell. Actually I knew there was plenty…it just wasn’t the stuff of small talk.

I looked at Anna questioningly and she quickly said, ‘Kaija is a colleague. We see each other at meetings every so often. I told her we have had very intense conversations, you and I.’

‘Intense is the word,’ I said, wryly, before turning back to Kaija, ‘So… you’re from Holland too?’

‘No, Finland,’ she corrected me, ‘I am a Finn. Finnish, yes?’

‘Your English is very good.’

‘Thank you…’ she looked over at Anna, indicating the lap top, ‘I believe we are all finished for the presentation tomorrow.’

‘Good,’ said Anna and to me, she said, ‘I thought perhaps we could all go for a drink, first?’

‘Sounds lovely,’ I said.

‘First?’, I wondered to myself, before what exactly?

‘In which case I must just use the toilet,’ said Kaija as she put the lap top down on the table and stood – so that I realised how very tall she was – before heading into the bathroom.

When I heard the door close, I turned to Anna and was about to ask a few questions, but before I could, she threw her arms around my shoulders and pulled me into a very deep and passionate kiss. Her tongue poked into my mouth and I found it colliding deliciously with mine. I breathed in her natural scent and could feel myself getting aroused, before she just as suddenly broke off, breathless.

She looked at me intently.

‘We must seduce her, yes?’

I was taken aback.

‘We-…what?’

‘Kaija. She is bisexual. She finds me attractive. She has said so on many occasions. I know she will find you attractive too. So we must seduce her. It is our mission, yes?’

‘And… and I guess that makes you…bi sexual as well?’ I asked, a little flustered.

‘Of course,’ she said hurriedly, ‘I am Dutch. We-…’

She stopped herself. I think she realised this was a pretty big generalisation.

‘I am open to all sorts of experimentation,’ she corrected herself.

Before I could reply, we heard the toilet flush and the sink taps start to run.

‘Anna, much as the idea appeals to me…we can’t just-‘

‘Oh we can, I think.’

The bathroom door was opening, we split apart immediately like two guilty teenagers and tried to look as casual as possible. I expect we failed because Kaija looked a little puzzled.

‘So…we go?’ She asked, innocently ‘for…kolmikko, yes?’

This was plainly Finnish and I asked what it meant.

‘Oh. Of course. Three of us,’ Kaija said,

‘Threesome,’ corrected Anna, ‘in English.’

‘Threesome. Of course,’ said Kaija.

She meant for drinks.

* * *

We were in the hotel bar. Kaija and Anna were seated opposite me at a table and there was a bottle of white wine chilling between us. It was the second one of the evening. The conversation had been a little awkward at first – obviously I had just met Kaija and although you could say Anna and I knew each other well, it was mainly in a very specific sense. Not the kind of thing you can be anecdotal about in a social situation. It’s true she and I had spent a lot of time talking during our previous encounter, but not as much as we had indulging in each other physically. I had to admit to myself I’d been a little disappointed to find that Anna was not alone when I’d first arrived at her room. I’d wanted her so badly. I’d spent the last few months imagining us reuniting. Me pulling her clothes off, stroking her, kissing her, touching her and then then us fucking each other, passionately for as long as we could.

Still, the idea of seducing Kaija intrigued me. The thought of all three of us together… well, I’d never been in that kind of situation before, ever. I’m not, I admit, very experienced. My liaison with Anna all those months ago, had been very much out of my comfort zone, so the idea of a threesome…well, it was new, if tantalising territory. I wondered if it would really happen. Especially because, although Anna was keen, Kaija hadn’t even been broached with the proposition yet.

But now, on the second bottle of wine, we were more relaxed, enjoying each other’s company.

I looked at the women opposite me. They were both extraordinarily sexy, but in very different ways. Anna gave off an air of sophistication. She was stylish in dress and manner. She was worldly. Physically sleek and elegant. She kept her slim legs crossed when seated, always sat up straight. She stroked the stem of her wine glass with long fingers as she spoke. Actually she almost caressed it. I tried to stave off memories of her doing the same with my cock. Catlike, Anna seemed to keep a cool distance, smiling when something amused her, but rarely laughing out loud. This was slightly different to last time – when she seemed to giggle quite a lot. I suspected that this was part of her plan to seduce Kaija. To be aloof and alluring.

Kaija, on the other hand, was an innocent. Despite her powerful nordic, almost viking shield-maiden looks and stature, she seemed a little nervous, even afraid. She also seemed permanently puzzled, looking towards me intently, her hands cradling her face with her elbows on the table. A quizzical look – as if I could explain everything she didn’t understand. Now that she was seated opposite me, I was able to see more of that expansive chest. I still wasn’t sure if there was a bra on under the jacket she was wearing and thus, I got a great view of her magnificent cleavage. I wondered to myself if I really would find out what it was like to caress and kiss those two wonderful orbs. The thought was making my heart race a little and causing my cock to twitch. Her face was bright eyed and beautiful, a full mouth and a small upturned button nose.