Paris it is! Part Duex (fm:romantic, 2859 words) [2/2] show all parts

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Down below, we attract the attention of an old gentleman, who smiles, tips his hat at us, and sits on a bench to enjoy the show. A couple of young men also spot us, point, let out wolf whistles, and keep walking. A few young ladies see us and giggle. All this attention has got your motor running. You reach back to smack my ass and say, "Come on, fuck me, stop just teasing." So I grab each of your hips and start pumping long and hard. "Mmmm yeah, That's better!" You brace yourself for my assault. Feeling your sexual energy peaking inspires me, which is to say makes me harder yet. Hearing your low grunts and moans, I ask "Are you ready?" "Yes, give it to me!" you say. I use my right hand to again play with your clitoris. Just as your pleasure inspires me, my orgasm inspires you. So as mine arrives and I start grunting loudly as I explode again inside you, you clamp down hard and give in to yours as well.

We hold each other just for a minute as the gentleman below pretends to clap, before tipping his hat again and resuming his walk. "I need a change of clothes," I say, as we return to the suite. I will meet you downstairs for breakfast. We kiss. I get dressed as you bounce your way to the shower. I find it so tempting to follow, despite all the sex we have been having. I must force myself to leave. I head down to my room, to my luggage. I shower, quickly dress, and take out my laptop to make plans for the day before heading to breakfast.

I am surprised that I must wait for you to arrive. Having just told the waiter that I was expecting someone, I see you coming to our table wearing a short, black flared skirt with a shear white blouse that reveals the lacy white bra you have on underneath. Your legs are covered in lingerie stockings, with suspenders attached to a silky, bright red thong, unseen at the moment but not for long. I am glad to see that the shoes that you have on are well suited to walking, not just for show, since I had planned on us taking a bit of a walk or two today. Your long hair is braided today, something I had not seen you do before, but it looks quite practical and lovely. You have such a sexy smile on your face as you saunter over to our table.

"Deux cafés et coisants aux œufs," I say to the nearby waiter, who smiles and jots a quick note before attending to another table. You give me a quick kiss on the lips and take your seat.

"What did you just order?" she asked.

"Egg croissants, with coffee of course", I replied "I also took the liberty of making some plans for today, if you don't mind."

You replied, "Sounds great! So what are we going to do first?"

"The Jardin des Champs-Élysées, a garden, is a short walk away. I thought we could start with that first. Then let's take the Batobus to see the Eiffel Tower.

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Hook writes Thu 1 Aug 2024 15:14:

vive la France..et toutes ses adorables femmes !

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