Monaco Jet Set Chronicles

Andrea and Val walked naked into his dressing room. Andrea had picked up both of their clothing and handed Val's items to her after closing the door. Val tossed her things onto the floor. "Fuck me, mon cher." She smirked. "I want your cock to know the inside of my pussy as well as my anus."

Andrea suppressed the urge to leap on Val and fuck the shit out of her. He began to dress himself. "Oh Val, as much as I want to fuck you until I die, I also don't want anyone else to wake up and find you here. And I want to make sure you arrive home safely. I am taking you home on my motorbike."

Val was noticeably disappointed. She made a flirtatious pouty face. "But mon Andrea, we can have a quickie..."

"Ma chère Valentine, I don't want to have quickies with you. When I make love to you, it must be long and meaningful."

Words from such a lovely man as Andrea Casiraghi-Grimaldi could not possibly fail to melt any girl's heart. Val walked up to him and tenderly wrapped a slender, pale arm around Andrea's neck. She kissed him with love, affection, and gratitude. But soon their kisses led to more and Andrea found himself fondling her bare breasts. Their tongues tangoed, Andrea felt her naked beautiful body all over except the golden spot (he was fighting the urge!) and she fondled his penis and his balls which were inside his jeans....

"OH Val, I want you," Andrea said between kisses. "Oh but I want you home safely and it is past midnight... I am afraid..."

The words 'I am afraid' were words Val had seldom heard Andrea use. She heard him use it in reference to Charlotte or Caroline, like when Caroline had her ski accident and Charlotte lost her horses in a fire, Andrea said, "I am afraid for my mother. She may never want to ski again..." and "I am afraid for my sister... Charlotte's horses... she is devastated..." And just that day at the Jumping in Fontvieille, he and Val had talked very seriously about some discussions he had had with his 'Papy' and his mother about the succession... he said he was afraid to have the weight of Monaco on his shoulders and afraid to betray his father's memory by adopting the Grimaldi name as his grandfather wished and expected...

And now he was afraid for her, for Valentine, that she might not arrive home safely. What an angel he must be. For all her horniness, Val suddenly felt that Andrea was not a man she wanted to take for granted. He was offering to be a gentleman and escort her home safely. There would be other fucks between them, right? Certainly this night was not the last time they would have the chance?