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I Love Paris

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It was to be a beautiful long weekend George had booked the tickets, the train and the bridal suite at a top Paris hotel. Meeting him under the big clock at Victoria seemed the perfect place, a place where lovers meet, usually first timers, so no one knows how many romances have blossomed from this point.

I hope ours might, time talking on the phone and the Internet were all behind me now. My weekend case full to the brim with clothing and lingerie sets that were all bought to impress rather than for my comfort. My hair, my nails and even my face had been pampered into some sort of shape so that I looked my best for him.

My train arrived on time and my stomach had that twisted feeling as I saw the big clock, walking up to it I hear George’s deep tones, “Pat, Pat,” and a newspaper above the crowd waving to draw my attention. “What would he look like in real life,” I was wondering… “should I be here?” Things like that were flashing through my mind as our eyes met for the first time, and I caught my breath in excitement as George held out his arms to welcome me. As if we were old lovers, and the world around us didn’t exist he took my heavy case from me and wrapped his arms around me. Onlookers must have gasped as for fully sixty seconds George kissed and hugged all of my air from my body leaving me gasping for breath. Almost wobbling he let go of me, holding my hands as his eyes traced every inch of me as if I were being eyed up for something more than a weekend in Paris.

“Your wonderful Pat,” George said, in such a high voice that it left me slightly embarrassed knowing we must surely have had a large audience by now.

Sure we did as well as eyes from all around stared at us, and not rejecting his advances, but somehow trying to pour cold water on him I butted in to tell him my throat was dry as the buffet car was out on the train. “I can soon remedy that Pat.” George whispered now in a cheeky way, pushing him half away at this point I thought it time I took control of this situation. Holding his arm I pulled him over to the bistro to get my dry mouth lubricated the proper way.

Was time we boarded our train, we were to be in Paris in under two hours. A champagne lunch on there and a lot of talking between us soon had us the closest of friends as we were pulling into the centre of Paris. With our baggage collected by a very handsome hunk of a porter, his voice was barely legible under his strong Parisian accent. Something that always melted my insides, even though he was only talking about how busy he was, he could easily have been offering to take me to bed with him. Although I could understand him quite well, I was saying “Oui” to every question he was asking….

Sitting in the cab and squeezing George’s muscular arms tightly, still thinking of my baggage handler, George wasn’t at all amused as, with a sigh I whispered to him…”MMmmm George, what a sexy hunk of a man he was .” He knew I wasn’t talking about him neither.

Paris, a city for love, everywhere looked so fresh and clean. Everyone I looked at out of the cab’s window seemed to stare at us and love was on his or her minds. Even a friendly gendarme in the middle of the road gave me a smile that almost said he wanted to take me into custody.

The taxi pulled up at our hotel, I think George was relieved to get me to the hotel and away from the prying eyes and pushing an unknown quantity of euros into the drivers hand our luggage was quickly taken into the hotel by the doorman. This time he was a weed of a boy and I remember George looking relieved at such an ugly specimen of a man. The hotel was all that it said it was, spacious and with lots of little dining nooks and crannies especially made for intimate occasions and … Lovers. I knew I was going to enjoy this weekend, my date was lovely, the atmosphere also, and Paris… what more can I say. Walking over to the old fashioned wooden lift a beautiful woman, not often I say that, but she breezed past us. Looking very business like in her dress, but although in her forties with her long dark hair and her perfume flaunted past us, slowing to gaze. George thought it was for his benefit, but her grey eyes pierced mine and a shiver ran down my spine as I caught my breath knowing that look was aimed directly at me.

Asking whether we wanted a drink at the bar was a nice thought, but George had different ideas though and wanted to try the bed out or something, so we followed the porter to our room and more euros for him, at last…. We were alone. “Shower” I screamed and a little embarrassed went into the shower to nose around. MMMmm, I thought, we can have some fun in here, looking at the Jacuzzi and elaborate shower with all it’s gold fitting’s and a maze of greenery and flowers that made my perfume all of a sudden smell cheap.

Being careful to keep my hair from getting wet I stood under the pulsing jets and washed myself down, knowing that my ‘private’ parts were going to be well cared for that night by George. I felt for a disposable razor on the side and gave my already shaved groin area that extra special trim for my lover.

Finished and drying off, I gave George a call, and another, in came a sleepy eyed George, “You been asleep George” I ask? “Well I was still at work…” looking at his watch,” twelve hours ago Pat and it has been a long day.” Come and have a shower honey, will see whether I can wake you up.”

Still sluggishly, George undresses, and with the shower still running he gets into it, that seems to make some difference, at least it wakes him up somewhat. Although dried off, I am feeling decidedly horny and having seen photos and talked to that hunk in the shower a lot I thought… I need to see than thing hanging between his legs the way he showed me it over the net. So feeling very forward I decided to ‘go for it’, and asked George whether I could help him out.. “Please do Pat,” came George’s reply. His placid manhood, covered in soap suds looked so inviting as I entered the shower and with my black glossed nails running over his foaming body I feel his manhood expand almost instantly into a thing of beauty as our lips embrace intimately for the first time. In a frenzy almost, the hot water pulsing on our bodies and already breathless I tell George how I have yearned for this moment in my fantasies and was pleased when he echoed those words back to me.

We seemed to be fighting each other; the newness of the situation for both of us was taking over as we both tried to please each other. With my arms around George and his were exploring every inch of me. Our lips still locked together in a breathless embrace, George was trying to push me off. I was having none of it however and was suddenly pinning George’s arms to the shower wall. Although nearly 12 inches shorter he never resisted and I was soon kissing and licking at his masculine and hairy chest. Still no words are exchanged as, holding his arms still I am now bending and my lips are kissing at his white stomach below his tanned chest, with his erection pointing outwards and only inches away from my lips. In a teasing manner and with my hands still holding onto his arms, I slowly place the whole of my mouth around the hard tip and suck it deeply into me. I feel it twitch and shake as his hands jerk forward to stop me and he pushes my face from his soapy tasting manhood.

Almost in a sulk, I straighten myself up, and once again I am snuggled into his warm nape, kissing, as provocatively as I can at his lips and neck. Biting and kissing at his tanned and strong neck and ear. I exit my tongue from around and in his ear and whisper. ” I so want to suck you George, I have fantasised doing it to you since we started writing and talking to each other, please George.” I begged. “But Pat, it’s the same here love, I have wanted you all along, and now you are naked in front of me…. ” Kissing you gently on the lips to silence you, again as horny a voice as I can muster I whisper. “We have all day tomorrow and all night also, I will be all yours then, but tonight George…….” You try to butt in, but again I kiss you, and explain that you have been to work all day and this long journey… “Tomorrow.” I whisper, “tomorrow”.

Almost resigned to the fact now that Pat is going to get her way, and after a few quiet muttering’s come from him as I reach over and turn the shower off. Taking you by the hand we leave the shower cubicle and reach for two large warm fluffy towels as we begin to dry each other off, both of us making sure each others ‘important’ bits are thoroughly dry.

Deliberately placing the towels down on the marble floor in front of him we proceed to cuddle. George has lost none of his hardness as we kiss, I keep one hand firmly around his thick and hard erection massaging it’s loveliness and honestly, thinking to myself how contented I am going to be feeling in a short while.

Almost complaining, just a few words are released from his mouth as again I push him back towards the cold tiled wall and our lips part for the last time. Looking into his eyes I slowly again work downwards, each kiss on his body produces a sigh from his lips, I am suddenly on my knees, my eyes, messed up by the shower, my hair matted also, I look up to him, he is staring down at me. The hand that was holding his erection is now resting on his thigh, my other hand joins it and I am now looking up at him, his erection is quivering inches from my eager mouth, all the time our eyes are locked together as I slowly search for his tip. A quick kiss on the end and although just out of the shower I can sense the saltiness from it…. “I love you George” I say as my mouth takes all of him into my mouth I opened my mouth and take him as deeply into my mouth as I could. George really filled my mouth up! Being by no means an expert on this art, I suck him in deeply a couple of times and let my muscles relax as I let him come out of me. Already he is glistening in my saliva, as still, our eyes haven’t left each other’s. Forgetting to breath, I breathlessly, and in a worried giggle ask whether I am doing alright. A big “oohhhh” comes out of his mouth as he says I am doing just fine.

Carrying on as before, I engulf the most of his hardness I can comfortably take, holding it deep inside now I suck at it producing lots of my saliva and withdrawing again, breathless now, my saliva leaking from my mouth and his erection is now dripping in it. Excited now at this thought and hoping for a positive answer I ask him again as still my hands lie firmly planted on his thigh’s. “Was that nice lover?” “Oh Pat, you are more than I ever imagined” you say. Pleased by his remarks and although untouched, exciting him is exciting me as well, not in the same way of course, but feeling’s deep within my loins were beginning to stir. This time I try another way, always trying to please, I kiss at the tip of him and run my now soaking wet mouth down the length of him, holding it deeply there, I see by his eyes that he was enjoying the pleasure I was giving him. Wanting to know I slowly withdraw, and again, my mouth now soaking wet, I smile up at him. Breathless now, “You liked that George, didn’t you.” “You’re an expert Pat.” He answers, “No George, it is only because it is you, and want to please only you my darling.” I answer. Taking him as before, and feeling his body respond so nicely to me.

Increasing this, I am beginning to like it, still haven’t learnt the art of breathing while he is filling my mouth and every stoppage for air seems to bring a sigh of relief from him. “I want to fuck you Pat.” He mumbles. “Please no George,” I beg, “you have no idea how good I feel George! I say. Resigned at last to it, he mumbles something under his breath and watches as I continue. “Is that nice,” I say again breathlessly? “MMmmm Pat, I wish…..” I fill my mouth again to shut him up and although I wanted this to last for ever I realised I over stepped the mark and did one long suck to many as George started to tighten his body, and although we were looking at each other all the while, suddenly George turned his face skywards and moments later, I was given the choice and I closed my lips deep around him and felt a first almighty explosion within him and his come filled my mouth so quickly, that although a lovely feeling I was at a lost as to how to swallow his love juice so readily. Had to do it and I know he watched in utter delight as he saw my throat muscles swallowing his lovely semen.

” Oh love you will never know how good that felt,” an out of breath George said. I tried to clean him with my mouth, but hopelessly let him down and with his come seeping from him and covering his now semi hard useless thing I looked up to him and with a grin probably filling my face told him that it was so good for me too.

I took hold of a handful of tissue paper to clean him off, think I had taken all I could manage. My mouth and throat was filled with his taste. Being the first guy I had ever done such a thing to, I felt so good in myself knowing it was George that was my first.

I knelt between his open legs for what seemed ages, his once mighty erection, now something that had lost its size and hardness. “Did I please you love?” I ask. “MMmmm Pat that was so lovely, but I so much wanted to please you tonight, now it seems you have sapped the little energy I had left and am feeling very tired now.” Sleepishly you answer. “That’s OK love, me too, and I have had what my doctor ordered, so lets have an early night and lets see what tomorrow brings..”

Wanting to taste George all night in my mouth, we are both relatively clean, so we both fall onto the bed and within minutes George is breathing heavily with my arms and legs wrapped around him as we drift into a deep sleep…..

Looking up at the bedside clock it is only 9.30, and maybe George was tired, but I was suddenly wide awake and caressing his genitals were proving fruitless, only making me feel horny in expectations… This is no good, I think to myself, and slowly release my grip on him and quietly crawl out of bed.

Bored now, looking around the room in the semi dark, I had brought my silk multi coloured Caftan with me that I often wore as an evening gown when entertaining at home. So slipped that over my shoulders, had a shake of my still wet hair and together with my purse, quietly took the lift down to the ground floor and headed for the bar.

It was a shame that George’s taste had to go from my mouth, but an expensive bottle of Champagne to wash the flavour down…. Well what can be more satisfying?

The bartender for one, apart from a couple sitting in the corner of the dimly lit bar, I think I was alone and this man’s badly broken English was really something to droll over. Thinking this evening wasn’t going to be a complete waste for my oversexed imagination to ponder on after all. We were already on first names, and he bought the second bottle and we were getting on famously. Then his mood changed dramatically and he hid his full glass under the counter and proceeded to mop up the immaculately clean bar counter. At the same time I smelt ‘that’ perfume again, this time though a different person was wearing it. No, it was that same beautiful face and figure, this time showing it off in its full glory with an expensive designer dress clinging to her. A glass was poured for her at the bar as she talked quietly to the bartender. Looking over to me and giving me a piercing smile she slowly walked over to me and in her best English said. ” Hello Madam, hope you have settled in all right.” Looking around she asked, “Where is Mister Smith?” I told her in my worst French that he was tired and I had left him in bed.

“May I join you Mrs.??” “Pat, Patricia” I answered, so she came over to me and holding my hands planted her greeting’s on both of my cheeks, “I’m Vivian, Vi though please, I am the proprietor of this establishment.” She told me in a firm but polite way. “MMMmm Champagne Patricia, I see you are here for a romantic time, are you going to take it up to your room, or drink it alone?. Champagne is for lover’s Patricia and should never be drunk alone.” She added. Looking over towards the barman she simply says “More,” and another bottle and glass is brought over to us.

We talked for hours, or so it seemed, the Champagne, occasion and the long day had taken its toll on me. Although prompted by a very intelligent person the conversation had started reasonably enough but somewhere along the line I had leant her life story and I was just finishing mine and telling Vi why George was to tired to have joined me.

About this time Vi begged to be excused and was gone a few minutes, in the mean time a group of loud tourist’s had entered the tranquil bar, breaking all the intimacy that Vi and I had developed. Coming back and looking down at this group Vi held out her hand to me, taking it she pulled me from the stall and led me through this maize of alleyways until it opened up to a very intimate dining room. The tables had been dressed with small tit bits and a fridge, once opened had a half a dozen bottles of Champagne in it.

“We can talk here Patricia, without any fear of being disturbed.” I looked around at the seating and picked a deep and comfortable settee to sit in, and doing so almost sunk into it as Vi, opening a new bottle and handing me a glass sat down by the side of me. “So, where were we Patricia?” Vi asked, sipping on her Champagne. “Pat, call me Pat, only mother calls me Patricia.” I said while trying to think of where we had got up to in my life story. “You were just about to tell me why George wasn’t with you tonight.” Vi said with a worried look on her face. Another sip of our Champagne, I started to giggle, it was probably the Champagne beginning to talk, but I looked into Vi’s inquisitive eyes and said, “truth?”. “Truth.” Vi quipped back. Well my ‘husband’, only met him earlier today at Victoria Station in England, and I have left him in bed asleep because I gave him some oral sex earlier and it has tired him out.” Expecting roars of laughter, I think it took time for Vi to translate my sentence, but although delayed her face soon lit up and laughing out loud suddenly stopped and placing her hand on my knee suddenly went serious. Squeezing now, and thinking she suddenly asked, “so George has got off and fell asleep on you, leaving you frustrated and hot.” “Well not at all Vi, it was my idea, something I had never done before and being in this sexy city, well… I just got the urge.” I said, almost apologetic, trying to stick up for my lover.

Aware now of Vi’s hand, not complaining mind you, but knowing now it wasn’t put there innocently and trying to adjust my seating proved futile as Vi’s hand suddenly went to my matted hair and taking some in her hands leaned over towards me.

“You say Paris is a city for love Patricia, let me show you what real love is.” Coming closer now, her perfume suddenly over powering me as our lips meet. Gently and I feel my face over heat, but surprised by her actions I turn my face away from her advances. Almost shocked, Vi, knowing she has hurt me is full of remorse for me and holding my hands is tongue tied as to how to say sorry.

“Not to worry Vi, it was just a bit sudden that’s all, was a lovely compliment from you and I am flattered. I quickly butt in to ease the situation. “I am so sorry Patricia,” ” Pat!” Sorry Pat,” she says, “but I must have got the wrong signals from you and thought… Here have something to eat.” Quickly changing the subject.

Lying in this deep settee, one hand around my Champagne glass, I was suddenly being fed by Vivian. This felt more intimate, more personal than the kiss she had delivered moment’s earlier and suddenly I had her finger in my mouth and her face only inches from mine.

“OH Pat” Vivian whispered, “let me try again.” This time I closed my eyes and lifting my head, pouted my lips in submission to her and my mouth opened to welcome her exploring tongue into me. This feeling was something else, something I hadn’t experienced before. My already over heated face was suddenly at boiling point as Viviane slowly kissed me and with the taste of her lipstick and perfume wasn’t being allowed to take her lips from me. But somehow managed to take the glass from my hand and put it on the table as her hands then caressed every inch of my body over my Silky Caftan. The only time our lips parted was when she had my boobs clinging at the material and my protruding nipples were easy prey for her as she sucked them through the material. “Oh god Vi.” Was all I could murmur. Stopping to answer me Vi asked if that was nice, “Oh yes, oh yes,” I answered. Moving to my lips again she was now whispering in her strong French accent that she would please me better than any man ever could. I know I felt my insides were on fire and wanting so much to experience her I uncrossed my legs as a sign that I was all hers.

“Your mine now Patricia! Vivian said, her head resting on my lap. Feeling at peace with the world, I could suddenly feel vibrations, it took me a few seconds to work it out, but realised Vi was getting herself off with her fingers. Why? I thought, and had to ask her. “Oh Pat being here, smelling your aromas. You will never understand,” Indeed not, but not wanting to disturb I went along with her game and Vi was quick and as she buried her face deep into my open legs I realised that she was having an orgasm. An almighty orgasm and immediately wondered, cared if anyone could hear us.

As if that was the norm, maybe it was the French way, Vi looked up to me, her face flustered she started to lift my full length Caftan up and lifting myself from the settee it was soon being hoisted above my willing body. Discarding it as the piece of trash that it was Vi looked at me and scrapping her long elegant fingers over my shaved pubic region laughingly told me that she had no idea I was shaved.

Not answering her, but loving the feeling as her face disappeared under a mountain of her soft auburn hair, feeling her lips on my stomach. The tickling feeling of her hair over me soon disappeared. I felt my legs being opened, Vivian’s hands, each gripping my thighs and coaxing me to open them up. I did of course and then felt her long fingernails opening me up wide… “Oh Patricia; I can not say how gorgeous that looks.” Without time to answer, nor wanting to I felt her lips within mine and could hear her sucking on me, I hadn’t realised how wet I was but could not only feel the eroticism of the situation, but could hear my juices being sucked from me by Vi.

“Oh god, stop that,” I begged, and to my astonishment she did, “That ok Pat, am I doing you wrong?” she said in her worst French accent, her lips glistening in my juices. “No Vi, not at all, you are doing everything, so right, that is the trouble.” I answered in a confused way as my hands physically put her back where she was doing so well. Stopping again, this time to tell me to put my legs up over her shoulders, obeying her every need but feeling so open and vulnerable and as I did so as Vivian stood back from me and was slowly and provocatively running her finger nails along and into me. Her eyes not moving from what she was doing, but listening to my reaction as different parts of me were being touched. “You like that Pat don’t you.” Touching me in a certain spot that made me squirm and lift my body off the settee. Probably marking the spot, Vivian talking now in fluent French was not talking to me as such, but the words I picked out were being directed at that certain spot as she lowered herself down onto it and a gentle intimate kiss on it made me scream in delight. Looking up at me, teasing, smiling, again she hits that spot and taking me by surprise this time doesn’t ‘let off’ as this time it is for real and almost immediately I run my hands and hold on to her hair as I unashameably screech out an almost instant but intense orgasm almost pulling half of her silky hair out from her roots.

As one who no doubt knows, Vivian took her mouth of me and let me enjoy my orgasm alone and laying there with my legs still around her shoulders was such a wonderful feeling and sight. “You made a hell of a noise there Pat, anyone left in the bar would have heard you, but nice to know you could relax and enjoy it.” Vivian said in a light-hearted manner. Reaching out to take a snack off the table she offers it to me, thinking I was only going to have a nibble I find myself with it all in my mouth, well half hanging out actually and this seemed to be an invite for Vi to come and help me eat it and as she did and we kissed I felt her wiping my wetness away with her expensive dress and looking down couldn’t help noticing the stain that I had produced on it. It was a horny experience, but a waste of a dry cleaning bill I thought as while we were kissing I felt the silky material and her fingers do wonders to my insides.

Although I had never ‘repaid that compliment’ to someone, this time I felt so eager to do so and although probably crudely I searched for her and felt so sexually aware of her as my hand reached between her legs and I began to masturbate her through her clothing. Even though I was playing with Vivian under at least two items of clothing, I could feel her so clearly and my index finger was scratching along the length of her. Each time I reached anywhere near her clitoris, as we were still kissing I got a gasp from her. That felt nice for me and deliberately my finger’s traced around her clitoris and all the time I felt more and more in control of the situation. “Is that nice Vivian?” I asked, making sure I was hitting the right spot. “Oh yes Pat, but it was my intention to have you tonight though.” Vivian said in a calming voice. “You have love, now it is my turn,” I chirp in and still with my finger’s deep inside her try, without much resistance to get her onto the floor. Still our lips had never really parted as Vi is flat now and I notice has opened herself for me as my hand is still connected to he and my finger is still feeling her now moist lips, that were producing a stain on her dress. Reaching up to touch her breast again she gasped out loud and although I was completely naked and Vi was still fully dressed I carried on, tracing the outlines of her lips of her pussy. With my other hand, her breasts were so firm, small, yes but as I teased her nipples ever so lightly as they stuck out and being a first time for me in this situation I was feeling the pleasure myself that I was giving her. She started to reach under my open legs that were knelling beside her and one touch on the lips of my pussy from her fingers made me buckle up in two in excitement.

“Pat before you do anything else I would be a hell of a lot more comfortable naked like you.” Vivian said. As slowly she took hold of my hands and started to undress herself with my fumbling hands helping, or so I believed. I had to admire her naked body, sure I had seen many in my time, but can’t ever say in all honesty that I have looked at one and ‘fancied’ making love to it. But knowing I was going to have sex with this person put a whole new perspective on the matter and suddenly I was staring. Wanting to stare, as if Vi wasn’t there, I found myself running my hands softly over her tanned body, her neatly trimmed pubic hairs, her breasts, although she was flat on the floor still stood out proud. Think it was the first time I felt my age as my hand nestled into her curly pubic hairs and a finger almost accidentally crept between her legs and felt her wetness first hand.

“Pat! Do you realise what your doing love.” Looking puzzled but not answering her, “Pat, you have searched every inch of my body with your eyes love, what is wrong?” Probably in a trance I sort of said sorry, but it was needed as she explained that it was so erotic to feel my gaze on her. I smiled and bent down to her lips and we kissed, almost laughing, but her smile turned to one of seriousness as I slowly stroked my fingers up and down her wet outer lips. I stroked them ever so tenderly and was teasingly her now, knowing exactly how she would be feeling. My heart pounded, Vivian’s breathing was deep and she moaned, she groaned, laying there completely at ease as I searched my fingers deeper and felt the tip of her clitoris reacting to my wet finger tip as my index finger, firstly encircling her clitoris, then travelling downwards to keep moist with her pussy. I felt the Vivian’s hot juices become more apparent as I slide my finger from one place to another. Feeling her breath suddenly becoming more erotic and suddenly our kissing stopped as she started to violently shake her head from side to side. Knowing I was bringing her to her orgasm I quickened my approach to her, feeling the heat of the moment rising from her depths within her. I rested myself knowing Vi was having her orgasm and I just left my finger deep inside her, knowing that is how I would have liked it. .

I still had one hand cupping her breast and the other hand inside her now free flowing, wet pussy.

Almost boldly now. I removed my finger from Vivian’s pussy and brought it to my lips, and I almost provocatively slipped my tongue over my lips to taste Vi’s juices on my finger. With just the tip of my tongue I took the sweet juice from my finger and started to lick Vi’s juices into my mouth. “I love the taste of your juices on my tongue”. I boldly say, licking and sucking them as if they were George erection. I closed my eyes and memorised the taste. Returning my hand to Vi’s love nest I stroke and tease her slit again. My fingers find their way back into her hot, wet, pussy, as at last I can smell Vi’s aroma’s over take her heavenly perfume. I began moving them in and out very slowly. I had never felt the inside of someone else before and the feeling was so erotic. My fingers feeling each fold of Vi’s pussy, exploring her everywhere.

Suddenly I feel Vi start to pull me and position herself, pulling at one of my legs I knew what she wanted and eased one of my legs over her, with Vi’s lovely tight and beautiful pussy in full view of me now, I really felt a bit awkward. But was soon put at ease as I felt her tighten her arms around me and pull me down on to her. Another screech from me, I had to pull away otherwise I would have had an orgasm there and then as I felt Vivian’s tongue enter deep inside me. The feeling was out of this world as her softness caressed, kissed and licked at me, I could feel her long nails opening me wider and knew I was soaking her with my juices. Needing something to concentrate on and to take that pleasure away, I was laying on her stomach and smelling her sexual aroma’s, was suddenly attracted to them and bending forward a few inches was suddenly sliding my tongue inside her and around her sweet tasting love nest.

Being a ‘virgin’ at that produced a massive reaction from Vi and suddenly her closeness left me and I was able to concentrate on giving her pleasure. I liked this feeling I had acquired and soon had Vi squirming below me. Being so light I was able to open her up fully and her clitoris was fully visible to me and knowing that feeling so well planted my lips onto it.

Was a matter of seconds before I had Vi reaching her orgasm that way, I felt so good and selfishly didn’t want to stop there but knowing I was going on to long held her open wide as I tried to get every inch of satisfaction out of her.

That I did for sure, and all of a sudden I started to think of myself, George laying in our bed alone, suddenly I wanted a man… they are never there when you need them……

Viviane and I laid on he floor talking, finishing off more Champagne and snacks before it was time to go and see George. My body and mind for that matter had been thoroughly fulfilled in Vivian’s company and feeling weary, I lifted myself off the floor and put on my Caftan. Bending once more kissed Vi fully on her lips and bid her good night. Walking slowly to the lifts I was over taken by a couple, they were huddled together and took no notice at all of me although we did share the same small lift together and I think I must have smelt and looked so bad that I was glad when that lift got to my floor.

I needed George now, not wanting to hide my aromas from him and bursting for a pee, I decided to take him first. So, straight into the bedroom, off with my Caftan and slowly taking the duvet off George’s body and without waking him I stood and stared in the dim light at him.

He didn’t stir a muscle, his love toy lying there invitingly. I wanted too wake him gently so I took his manhood in my mouth. Oh god, I can never get enough of going down on him, tasting him, feeling his body in my hands and my mouth, running my tongue up and down his erection, running my tongue around the head and tasting and teasing the tip of him, I rise up, kissing him as I make my way up his body, up to his lips. By now he is fully awake, not that much so that he can taste Viviane’s juices on my tongue as I search inside him to excite. kissing him hard, needing him now. I am above him, he is fully erect and fully awake, well almost, still a little unsure of the situation. I’m above him, holding his erection and rubbing it along my clitoris, teasing and tormenting us both, “Oh yes,” I sigh give it to me my lover, as he fills me and pushes himself almost all the way into my aching, eager, but saturated pussy. He is awake fully now, and takes over our love making, taking his erection in his hands he teases my clitoris again as he strokes me with it and pushes his manhood in and out of me, long slow strokes, bringing me to an orgasm in only a few seconds, my aching inners contracting on him as I close down on him and wrap my arms around him. Breathless I am muttering words of love to him, feverishly I am kissing and telling George how lovely he feels deep inside me. I know I am saturating him, almost embarrassed, I could feel my juices expelling themselves over him as I feel my pussy contract around his erection, pushing him over the edge this time and he explodes himself inside me. Filling me with his come as he stretch’s up to kiss me. “Pat, one minute I was dreaming of you and next…. Now this wow!” He say’s. I am shattered now and wanting to sleep the rest of our holiday, George had other ideas.

Lost track of the time, my body full of Viviane’s aromas and perfume, I could still taste Vi on my tongue, George woke me with a tender slap on my rear, I was lying spread eagled on my stomach. Paris! wish I was at home alone in Leeds. That way I could have curled up and died but George unaware of my extra activities during the night was showered and naked drying his hair and expected some sort of response from me.

Leaving it to George’s imagination as to why my legs wouldn’t work and I needed to lie in a while he was caring enough to realise I needed time here in bed and ten minutes later I was awoken with a tray of sandwiches and some refreshing Bucks Fizz. Almost hand fed the now suspicious George, as I lay there, still glued to the bed, must have been wondering who had kept his Pat awake all night…..

Twenty minutes under a lukewarm shower brought some life back to me however and I was able to sit on the bidet and with a lukewarm stream of water jetting inside me had me soon thinking of the evening before. Sitting there in a daze, I was half awoken by gkglytyg. “You going to be long love, I need to use the toilet.” He shouted through to me. “I will be a while yet love, you had better come in darling.” I shout through the closed door. unable or unwilling, I stayed in that position as George opened the door. Not really realising the position I was in I carried on as the soothing spray eased my very tender inners. Think it was a new sight for George as he stared over towards me and seeing him in his situation also made me realise that he was a lovely hunk and those special feeling’s started to stir within me. “Coming back to bed for an hour George.” I say in a suggestive way. An evil smile was my answer as George smiled over to me.

I was lying flat as George walked in, still in a world of my own as the bed suddenly moved with the arrival of George. His heavy arm laid on my back and his hand held me firmly as I felt his face close to mine and his rough chin caressing and kissing under my hair line and around my back. I let out a sigh as George makes my body shiver and very soon I am being turned around onto my back. Suddenly then George was moving on top of me as my legs were parting for him.

This is what I came to Paris for, I thought as slowly I felt his lips kissing down my submissive body I had my arms around him one on his back and the other tangled in his hair as he gently takes my eager nipples into his mouth. “Oh George.” Lovingly I say, “Oh darling.” As he sucks more on me now and I feel the excitement in me grow as his other hand reaches down within my open legs. Opening wide for him now and giving out almost silent sigh’s and murmurs, my hips rise of the bed as George’s fingers begin to explore within me. Tender and sore, but my hand on his back grips hold of a handful of his flesh as the heat generated between us quickly rises to my face and head and all of a sudden my tongue is licking at my dry lips. “Oh George, I want you inside me now, please.” I beg. Pulling your face up to me and greedily searching for your lips as all the liquid in my mouth has dried up and is encircling George’s fingers as we both hear the squelching being produced by his fingers inside me.

I have both arms wrapped tightly around his neck now, pulling him tight onto me as my tongue searches for his saliva so as to quench the dryness in my mouth. “Fuck me baby.” Comes out of my mouth, something I can never remember saying as George’s fingers are roughly fucking my insides. Don’t know what I am saying now as our lips roughly meet again. “You going to come for me Pat?” George asks. “Oh yes lover, oh yes.” I scream out as shivers run the length of me and send my head into a light headed spin as I push George’s head off me and gasping for breath now have my orgasm in a frenzy of excitement.

Breathless and gasping and with George trying to find my lips as I push my head away from his still gasping for air. But slowly and with his fingers now tracing wet trails around my stomach I come back down from the ceiling and panting, try to tell George how lovely that made me feel.

I would have been happy to have curled up and died for the day, but feeling the heaviness of George’s erection resting on my thigh I knew he would have other ideas. With that he stared again, kissing my neck and boobs, and I could sense and feel what was in George’s mind as he knelt now between my open thigh’s. Kissing below my boobs and feeling him position himself to go further downwards. Viviane had been there most of the night, and quite honestly don’t think my aging heart could have taken George as well, so at that time when there was no turning back I pulled hold of his face, looked him in the eyes and said. “I want you to fuck me George.” not arguing, maybe a bit mystified though he stopped where he was going and came up to me. Almost immediately I felt his hard manhood poking at my wet and over ready vaginal lips. I wanted George so bad that I am sure my lips searched for him and once connected a vacuum sucked him inside me. I was almost embarrassed at the way his erection filled me up, I know I was saturated but George was bigger than any man I had been with and the feeling was one of pure pleasure rather than that of the slight pain that I was expecting.

He was lovely as well, lifting his heavy body off me and those sensations of the length of him caressing my inner feeling’s were really something that I can not describe. Slowly and almost mechanically, he rode me for ages, each time when he pushed deeply into me it seemed to push my breath from me. He was looking down onto me, our eyes locked, as if it were a game, or a match and we were looking at each other to see who was going to be the winner….. George. I thought to myself, I have had umpteen orgasm’s tonight, I am finished, loving every second he was in me but….. Saying that though, I was getting wetter and wetter and we could hear that also as his erection left me at times and re-entered me it really sounded wonderful. Without a breather George seemed to be in me for a long long while, all the time my poor inners feeling more and more tender. Deciding enough was enough, I started to tell him how wonderful he felt, which wasn’t a lie and started to tell him I needed to feel his come inside me. This seemed to excite George even more, and sensing just that carried on talking to him. “Your hardness feels so nice inside me, Oh darling, please, please come in me, let me feel you explode inside me.” I screamed almost to him. Think that did the trick and all of a sudden George was no longer looking into my eyes, but riding me for all he was worth. I had to turn away also and lying flat on the bed with my feet wrapped around George’s calves, my arms flung out above my head I was suddenly so close to another orgasm. At that point George suddenly changed and his pushes deep into me became more violent and I knew that I was going to have his daily ration of come inside. A massive surge from George and suddenly he was fully inside me, his body rigid and I felt the ‘cooling’ fluid from his lovely erection let loose inside me, not once, but three or four times his spurts of his love juice filling my insides.

Gripping hold of him now, all thoughts of tenderness and soreness gone, I needed George inside me and seconds after he had finished giving his all I was suddenly having my own climax and with my muscles contracting on him suddenly needed more. Fortunately those feelings quickly passed, George lying flat on me now trying hard to catch his breath, it needn’t have mattered.

Paris, yes the most romantic city in the world…as we look out onto it in our taxi ride on the way to the train station…

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