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

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You squealed, "Oh that's perfect! A garden, a ride on the water, and the Eiffel Tower! I haven't yet been there, but of course I want to go!"

"We could ride the elevator up, but sometimes the wait is long and the tickets hard to get, so I figured we could take the stairs. Besides, that way I can watch your ass the whole way up," I grinned deviously.

"You do that so well," she said with a giggle.

Our walk to the gardens is quite pleasant as we talk about our lives in ways that previously we did not have the time to do. As I keep looking at your smiling face. I cannot believe that this was truly happening. It was a fantasy come true. Me walking down Champs-Élysées with this beautiful young woman who already has shared herself with me, multiple times. Your skirt is blowing in the breeze, sometimes giving others a fleeting look at your bright red thongs underneath. Although the gardens are lovely, I keep looking for a quiet place where we might hide from the other tourists and do not find any such place. So we leave the gardens and head to the Batobus stop.

Sitting close together on the boat as we float towards the Eiffel Tower, I put my hand on your exposed skin, just below your skirt, your leg feels warm to my touch. You take my hand in yours, and slide it up your legs, still covering my hand in yours to make it slightly less obvious to others around us that you were guiding me to where I can touch the wetness found there. We continue to chat like nothing special is going on. Looking around us at the sites passing by, I lightly run my fingers over your mound. I cannot help but to feel the need to adjust myself a bit. You simply glance down, watch me do that, and smile.

The short ride over, we exit the Batobus and walk in the general direction of the Eiffel Tower, causally with no rush. We take several selfies of us together with the tower in our background before I find the booth where I can purchase walk-up tickets to the second level. As we ascend the stairs, I follow close behind you, staring at your legs, watching you closely to witness each moment that the breezes lift your skirt to reveal that tight ass, so finely sculpted.

"I cannot believe that I am actually here!" you say, as we walk around that platform in this iconic city. We help take pictures of other tourists with their phones, and they returned the favor for us as well. We explore the shops, find a couple souvenirs to buy, and have a snack at the Jules Verne. As we leave the tower, we hop on the metro to head over to the Arc de Triumph. Many more pictures are taken, including a few where you flash me by lifting the front of your skirt later followed by the back. Your smile in each is quite captivating. Such a sexy, devilish look. From there we take our time walking back to the hotel, tell dirty jokes, and laugh. I capture a kick ball that gets away from some young boys, and throw it back to them. They all look at me and smile with a knowing look, glancing back and forth between me and Lacy before giving me a thumbs up. She blows them all a kiss, which they pretend to catch with their cheeks. She then whispers in my ear how she would love to have them all take her, in some quiet corner of the city. I giggle and pretend to look shocked.

Back at the hotel, we find a place where we can get a drink. We sit up at the bar, on stools, and you keep flashing other men around the room. Just then someone starts playing Gloria Estefan, Conga on the jukebox. The words ring out true, "C'mon, shake your body baby do the conga I know you can't control yourself any longer". You starts to shimmy about in your chair. But that does not last long. You jump up, grab my hand and pull me out to the open floor where you can really move. As soon as you let go, you really start to shake your booty. And as your hips fly back and forth, so too does your skirt. I watch your tits shake, quite impressed with how firm and youthful they are. You are flashing everyone with your bright red g-string as your skirt flies in all directions. Eyes turn. Smiles creep over the faces of both men and women alike. In no time a couple of other young women rush out to join you, followed by a couple of young men who clearly know what they were doing on the dance floor. I give the lot of you a bit of space and though I continue to move to the rhythm, I certainly lack the flair that you all have.

After the dance is over, and the rest of the room applauds loudly, you hug me tight and whisper in my ear, "I am so damned horny, and dripping wet. I need you, in me. You pay, get what you need from your room and meet in mine. And hurry!" With that you rush off. I cannot get the attention of the bartender fast enough. So I charge everything to my room and leave quickly. Rather than figure out precisely "what you need", I just grab everything, throw it together and rush to your room as fast as I can. You have left the door open a crack, with the latch flipped over to prevent it from closing all the way. I slip inside, lock the door, and set my bag aside. You are not there in the room with me, but I hear the shower running. I quickly strip and walk into the bathroom. There you are, dripping naked behind the glass door with the shower handle between your legs, pulsating hard. You are already close to your first orgasm of the evening, clearly having started without me. I slide open the door and watch you more closely as you convulse a little with a small guttural groan. You place the shower head back up in its holder as you smile at me. Water is dripping off those perfect perky tits, with nipples prominently poking outward. As I step into the shower, you grab my cock, now pointing directly at you and suck at my lips. Then press your tongue inside lightly and wiggle it about. Squeezing my cock hard, you drop to your knees and wrap your lips around me as you continue to hold the base of me. Your tongue swirls around and over the tip of me and I feel you humming. You stand up, press on my shoulders, and lower my head to nibble your breasts, caressing them as I tease those amazing nipples.

The shower door still open, you step out and leave me there, running naked and wet into the other room, where you throw yourself on the bed, roll onto your back and lift both legs up and wide, spread eagle. I approach slowly, also dripping, the shower still running behind me. I crawl up onto the bed, and without any further delay, I move up over your wet and naked body until my cock is pressing against your open pussy. This time neither of us reach down to guide me in, I simply wiggle around letting the tip of my cock tease until it found it's place. I press slowly inside. "Ohhhh," we both let out a similar sound as just the first few inches find home. With both my arms holding me up I lower my chest to press against your wet, hot, perky nipples. I start a slow, long, in and out motion with my hips. Our eyes meet and we stare into each other, like we can see deep inside each other. We stay like that as my movements grow slowly faster. The sound of our wet bodies slap against each other as the only sound in the quiet room. Your eyes roll back, before looking again into mine. A slow grin creeps over my face as I feel us both coming closer and closer to that climatic moment. You lean your head back once, eyes closed, and then we're back to staring into each others souls. "Come on," you say, in a low voice. It was almost a whisper. "Come on!"

It is as if you flipped a switch in me and released a pressure valve. Immediately I swell hard and start cumming deep inside you. "GOD yes!" you scream and clamp down as your orgasm hits, triggered by mine. You wrap your legs around the back of me, hug my butt, and hold me inside. My arms cannot hold me up any longer as I lie down on top of you. Your arms also wrap around me. Somehow, I don't quite know how, we manage to roll over, stay connected so that now you are laying on me. Your legs are beside mine now and your arms are lifted to hold the back of my head as you kiss me deeply. We lay like that as our eyes close. Our breathing deepens. And I drift off to sleep, still buried inside you.

I don't know how long I was out, but when I open my eyes again, you are still there, and I am still connected to you. You are watching my face with a smile, and I feel you squeeze me with your kegels. That almost causes me to be pushed out, but I harden a bit more just in time. Feeling this, you move up and down a little on me and say, "Hmmmm. What is this I feel inside me?" My hands come up and start exploring your breasts. To encourage me, you sit up and hold my hands in yours, showing me that you want me to squeeze them harder. You start bouncing on me slowly as my cock grows more. You throw your head back and start riding like me a jockey in a horse show, a slow bouncy trot. Every now and again you grind into me as hard as you can, occasionally squealing a little as you feel like I have found new places deep inside you. Your tempo increases. We are now approaching the start of the race. Bang! The race is off. And you grimace a little with a new determination as you set out to win this race. Bouncing hard and fast. Faster. Harder. Your fingers dig into my shoulders as you hold on tight. Faster. Harder. "Ohhhhh! Again you clamp down hard with those tight muscles deep within and your whole body shakes. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" The grips of this orgasm have a hold on you and will not let go. "Oh GOD! Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes!" and with a final squeal it is over. I still had not cum. But that happens sometimes, when I have cum so many times before. So as you come down from your orgasm, I am still hard, making it easy to feel your after shocks hit, as you lay back down on me, and I kiss you deeply again. This time we both drift off quickly as our energy quickly drains.

Several more times throughout the night we find each other. Sometimes we make love. Sometimes it is a mixture of making love and fucking. When morning comes, we are sated, enough so that other than playing with each other a little, we manage to shower without connecting yet again.

"I think instead of going home in four days, you need to stay here in my room until I return home". How could I possibly deny such a request?

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Hook writes Thu 1 Aug 2024 15:14:

vive la France..et toutes ses adorables femmes !

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