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A London Extra; A Hannah/James Sequel to A French Connection
Topic Started: January 9, 2012, 12:42 am (25,148 Views)
Some_Kind_Of_Monster
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January 14, 2012, 6:05 pm
The story of Francesca's affair is next... :wink

Suspicious, anyone?
Don't tell me it's Ray :o

Hehe write woman!!!
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January 14, 2012, 8:04 pm
kirks_wife
January 14, 2012, 6:05 pm
The story of Francesca's affair is next... :wink

Suspicious, anyone?
Don't tell me it's Ray :o

Hehe write woman!!!
:lol:

We'll find out soon! :wink
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January 14, 2012, 8:15 pm
Some_Kind_Of_Monster
January 14, 2012, 8:04 pm
kirks_wife
January 14, 2012, 6:05 pm
The story of Francesca's affair is next... :wink

Suspicious, anyone?
Don't tell me it's Ray :o

Hehe write woman!!!
:lol:

We'll find out soon! :wink
sooner than soon, please :biggrin
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January 14, 2012, 9:42 pm
I'll leave the whip out in case any of ya wanna crack at our dear author ^_~
Writing my butt off my dear! :wavey
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In 2001, Francesca and the children had taken a well deserved break at their recently acquired holiday home in Buenos Aires. The children were looking forward to the southern hemisphere summer at Christmas, and Ray as James’ assistant, as usual had accompanied the family. It was the worst summer of their lives without their father. Francesca had given her husband the wake-up call he so desperately needed by evicting him from his own home and ordering him into rehab. She had done everything that she could, and now, he needed professional help. She had taken the children and gone to Argentina to escape the press, and to give them all space. It was why they had the house there in the first place.

After two warm weeks of summer evenings she had let her hair down as she deserved at the local tango bars. She missed latin dancing, she had done so much of it when she lived here. She had grown up around this music as a teenager, and now it all came flooding back. She lost herself in the music, letting her long blonde hair loose, enjoying her sexuality, and forgetting for a moment that she was anything else except a girl on the dance floor. A few drinks had been enough to loosen her up at the bar. She accepted the hand of Carlos—a talented local dancer by night, and barista by day. She had seen him before at the club teaching other women to dance. He selected the few he knew would be able students, and she was certainly one of them. One warm summer evening, she had allowed his smooth hands to guide her hips to the rhythm. His smile praised her for learning so quickly.

‘You have great natural rhythm, Francesca!’ he purred into her ear. She wasn’t sure if she really did, or if he was yet to find out. The skill had come back to her easily enough in his arms. His hands slid over the smooth curves of her ass while he spoke to her softly. The dress she had worn to the club that night was long, and his hand gathered her skirt on her thigh. He massaged her hips into a rolling motion until she followed his commands: the tango was more difficult than she remembered.

‘You need to step into me when you tango’ he explained. ‘Step into your partner’s space, yes’ he smiled. His legs were intertwined with hers. His strong hand held her back close to his chest. They had a brief moment as they swayed together to the music, his breath was warm on her throat. He teased her, as though he might kiss her soft throat, instead he uttered another command.

‘Your knees are too stiff, try to relax your legs. You are very tense’ he critiqued her. She knew so, except she was so nervous he was turning her on and that she liked it. James was a million miles away battling with his demons, and she deserved this; deserved to feel loved.

‘And turn!’ he commanded. She whirled to face away from him, and he stepped behind her. His hips had pushed his cock into the small of her back, and she enjoyed the erotic moment where he held her hips firmly against his groin. His mouth breathed gently into her ear.

‘You like this song?’ he asked. She smiled at the innuendo.

‘Yes, very much’ she turned her head over her shoulder to reply and his hands enjoyed her body for a moment more.

‘Senorita, if you like I can teach you at my house?’ he offered. She paused before she could reply. She knew every thought he had on his mind.

‘Eres una mujer hermosa, cuidaré de tí, lo prometo’ he whispered, trying to ensure her confidence. She spoke fluent Spanish, but tried to pretend that she didn’t. She blushed, she couldn’t reply.

‘Is there a problem?’ he asked kindly. She smiled at his kind face, she had no idea how to tell this man she wanted him. She opened her mouth bravely to speak.

‘I just think you should come to my place’ she explained. His face broadened into a wide smile at her acceptance. He stroked her blonde hair that fell around her shoulders.

‘Tomorrow night, you be here again, si?’ he asked.

‘Si’ she smiled. He rewarded her with a warm kiss to the mouth. It was their first real intimate moment. She was alarmed at how easy it was for her to kiss another man. She accepted the kiss, allowing him to enjoy her for a minute more.

‘Nos vemos mañana' he promised.

Before she knew it, he’d danced his way into her very delicate heart. She was about as broken as she had ever been. It had taken all the courage she had to kick her husband out of his own house, the man she still loved so very much. She had done it all while thinking about their three babies and the life she still had to build for them—with, or without James.

The following night, he taught her the cha-cha. He told her she needed to learn the basics all over again, and she agreed. Her footwork was untidy. This time, she had worn a shorter dress, knee length, so she could see her own steps.

‘You have very beautiful legs’ he complimented her. ‘I could watch them all night’ he added gently to see her response. She blushed, leaning into his chest. She wanted to hear more of his compliments. They broke from the cha-cha as the song ended, and instead they swayed to the following song, with a much slower tempo. Even so, his back was straight and he held her hands professionally. She wanted desperately for him to kiss her again, but she was too polite to initiate it. Instead, she rested her chin over his shoulder where his lips would certainly help themselves to her neck.

‘Francesca…’ he breathed. Her name sounded so beautiful rolling from his lips. ‘You American’s say that you like men who can ‘get you going’ he said awkwardly, trying out the idiom. ‘So tell me, what does it take to please you?’ he cooed. His Spanish tongue flicked at her ear as he spoke. She quivered in his arms, she didn’t just want to tell him, she wanted to show him. When she was too shy again to reply he began making naughty suggestions into her ear.

‘Do you like… how do you say’—he paused,’ would you like, if I made your pussy warm with my mouth?’ he practically breathed the words into her. Her knees felt weak at the thought.

‘Si!’ she gasped into his ear. His hand around her back tightened its grip, pulling her into his middle so she felt his excited groin as he spoke.

‘At your place, I will show you my rhythm… a hard rhythm’ he promised. ‘I think you are ready for it’ he teased. ‘You are a very good dancer now’ he winked. She grinned, he was very clever with his words, but there was no mistaking what he meant.

‘I will come to you, your casa tomorrow, at 11am’ he promised.

Her heart fluttered, she couldn’t wait.
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Oh my God!!

is she going to cheat James with Carlos?!! :o

can't wait for more soon! :biggrin
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Carlos!!! Horny spanian :lol:

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January 15, 2012, 5:44 am
Carlos!!! Horny spanian :lol:

Good :heart:
Yes! :lol: :lol:

More up soon!
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Ahh, it took me so long to read the two prequels! But I am done now and excited because I saw this thread kept being updated and I wanted to read it so bad, but I waited until I finished them.

But I must say that I loved them! Such a unique idea. :)

And once again, I must say that your writing style is just amazing! :heart: :heart:

And I'm loving this one too!

Can't wait for more!
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January 15, 2012, 2:21 pm
Ahh, it took me so long to read the two prequels! But I am done now and excited because I saw this thread kept being updated and I wanted to read it so bad, but I waited until I finished them.

But I must say that I loved them! Such a unique idea. :)

And once again, I must say that your writing style is just amazing! :heart: :heart:

And I'm loving this one too!

Can't wait for more!
Thank you so much!! :heart:

I'm so glad you read and enjoyed the previous two stories also! Hannah's character is really fun to write--just at the moment we're seeing a couple of chapters from Ray and Fran's POV. After naughty dance instructor sex, we will be back to James and Hannah in London. :biggrin :wavey
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Waiting waiting waiting, you know :heart:
Writing writing writing! :D :heart:
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Summer 2001 continued...


When Carlos arrived, to her surprise, he led her patiently to the lounge to proceed with their dance lesson. She had nearly expected their lesson to take place entirely in the bedroom. It was an extremely hot day, and she already had both the air conditioning and ceiling fans turning fast throughout the house. The hot dry air made her sweat nervously. His hands were hot as he held hers, guiding her around the floor with careful steps, counting out loud as they went.

‘Your Cha-cha is very good now’ he complimented her.

‘I will show you the rhumba, now’ he said. ‘You will need to turn around, with your back to me’ he explained. ‘Keep your feet together, and turn side to side, shimmy down my body to the floor. Yes, that’s it’ he said. She knew the move he meant, she had seen it so characteristically done by rhumba dancers.

‘Very good, now try it again this time, a little closer’ he suggested. His hands held her curvy bottom closer to his middle. Her body slipped through his hands as she shimmied down him again. When she stood straight once more, his mouth devoured her neck. His cock was firm against her butt.

‘Will turn around and do that for me one more time, senorita?’ he begged. This time she shimmied down his body facing him, and she finished kneeling at his hips. Her mouth kissed at the hard curve she saw in his jeans. His voice jumped eagerly.

‘Oh, Francesca!’ he breathed heavily, his chest heaved passionately at her gesture. She was accepting him.

‘Your husband, marido…Not home?’ Carlos checked between breaths. She shook her head and she unbuttoned his shirt frantically. She thought of James in rehab in Arizona, thousands of miles away. He had done far worse with other women throughout their marriage.

She lead him up the stairs to her bedroom where he lifted her dress over her head. His panting mouth barely left her body as he did. The curtains in her room were pulled to keep out the heat, and another large ceiling fan did the best it could to distil the hot air. He took in the sight of her shapely nude form. His eyes adored her chest .

‘Santo Dios!’ he breathed at the sight of her. Her pale skin was smooth and her breasts were full and round in the dim light. She tugged his mouth to hers and they kissed hotly with passion. His thumbs held her torso tightly in his grip.

‘I want you very, very much, Francesca’ he confessed in a warm, vibrating tone. His mouth spoke into her throat with a shortness of breath. They stepped backwards toward the bed. Her hands smoothed his muscular abdomen and he stepped quickly out of his jeans. He lay her on the bed, his hands--like her dance partners’—had not left her torso the entire time. His tempo was completely different to James, or to any American man she had ever been with. Carlos took his time on her, his mouth adoring her body. His foreplay was focused in a steady exploration. By contrast, James was hectic, rushed and desperate with her most of the time. Carlos, however, knew that she needed slow and careful attention. His gentle hand warmed her stomach and he kissed her hotly while he asked her gentle permission.

‘Can I take off, these?’ he asked hopefully with a gentle accent. His features were heavy in the dim light and he was handsome and confident at his task.

‘Yes, yes!’ she breathed, she would let him do anything—he was in her bed acting on her desires. His hand stroked her first gently between her thighs, he was right to think that she might be cautious as a married woman.

‘I’ve been thinking about you, Francesca. Thinking about your body, what I want to do….’ His voice disappeared into her chest as he kissed her. His mouth trailed to her bare middle. She breathed a high inhaling breath of excitement as he did.

‘Oooh, you want, si?’ he held her hips still as his mouth made to test her. She cried out in surprise as his tongue warmed her folds. His mouth was generous and hot, and his tongue worked fast, wetting her, making her whole body wriggle to his skill. He devoured her hungrily enjoying her screams and moans for more.

He knelt over her, taking himself in his hand, showing her his size. She kissed him eagerly to show him she wanted him. His cock was big, bigger than James’—longer perhaps. She was pleasantly surprised when he didn’t ask for her mouth to warm him as James always did. Instead, he brought her back up to his chest with his warm hands.

‘Put your arms around my neck’ he suggested kindly. He lifted her thigh over his hip and his fingers massaged her entrance.

‘Trust me, Francesca’ he kissed. She was nervous in his arms. She nodded, she wanted him, she wanted release from James and their troubles—and this was it.

His hard cock pushed her open, painfully at first—but he knew the first open cry from her mouth was one of surprise.

‘Is that alright?’ he asked her, knowing really she was loving it. Her hands gripped his shoulders desperately as he pushed slowly deeper.

‘Si! No pares!’ she cried, she loved it, she didn’t want him to stop. He lay her down once more and he continued rolling his hips deeply into her. Carlos was other worldly—he moved his hips in bed like he did on the dance floor. Carlos’ smooth voice coached her through the whole lovemaking experience: he was a man who could teach her something, and that was exactly what she needed.

‘You speak fluent Spanish, don’t you Francesca?’ he asked with a cheeky grin. He knew while he was making love to her she would not be able to think well enough to lie. ‘Because every time I tell you something, I can see you understand’ he grinned. His chest was strong and muscular, and he pursued her fiercely with a fast rhythm. It made her scream joyfully just as he’d hoped.

A door clicked loudly open downstairs and Ray’s footsteps came up the stairs. He had arrived home from the morning market with the kids.

‘Fran?’ he called out. Carlos froze.

‘Your husband! He’s here!’

‘No no! Francesca corrected him. ‘He’s not my husband, he’s my assistant. He looks after my children’ she explained. Ray knocked on her bedroom door and Carlos pulled his jeans up his legs in one quick motion. He stood in his pants, re-zipping himself and tugged his shirt fast over his head.

‘I’m sorry, I should go. We can finish this another time, beautiful’ he promised. He opened the door to leave, finding Ray standing immediately outside, surprised and confused to find Carlos leaving her bedroom. Francesca held her dress to her nude body on the bed and Ray eyed her sadly.

‘I’ll see him out’ he said flatly.
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