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Thursday, January 23, 2003
I Love Paris
by Pat
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 that point.
I hoped ours might, the time talking on the phone and the internet were all behind me now. My weekend case was full to the brim with clothing and lingerie sets that were all bought to impress rather than for 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 heard George's deep tones, "Pat, Pat," and I saw 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 the air from my body leaving me gasping for breath. I was almost wobbling when he let go of me. Holding my hands his eyes traced every inch of me as if I were being eyed up for something more than a weekend in Paris.
"You're wonderful Pat." George said in such a loud voice that it left me slightly embarrassed knowing we must surely have a large audience by now.
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 in a cheeky way. I was pushing him half away at this point. I thought it time I took control of the situation. Holding his arm I pulled him over to the bistro to get my dry mouth lubricated.
It was time we boarded our train, we were to be in Paris in under two hours. We enjoyed a champagne lunch on the train and a lot of talking between us soon had us the closest of friends as we were pulling into the centre of Paris. Our baggage was collected by a very handsome hunk of a porter, his voice barely understandable under his strong Parisian accent. This was 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 not quite understand him I was saying "Oui" to every question he was asking ...
Sitting in the cab and squeezing George's muscular arms tightly I was 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 was talking about the porter too.
Paris, a city for love, so fresh and clean. Everyone I looked at out of the cab's window seemed to stare at us as if love was on their mind. 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 prying eyes. Pushing an unknown quantity of euros into the drivers hand our luggage was quickly taken into the hotel by the doorman. 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 was a beautiful woman. It's not often I say that but she breezed past us looking very businesslike in her dress. She was in her forties with long dark hair. She paraded 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.
I thought a drink at the bar would be nice, but George had different ideas, he wanted to try out the bed or something, so we followed the porter to our room and after 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 fittings 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 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 asked.
"Well I was still at work..." looking at his watch, "twelve hours ago and it has been a long day."
"Come and have a shower honey, we'll see whether I can wake you up."
Still sluggish, George undressed, and with the shower still running he got into it. That seemed to make some difference, at least it woke him up somewhat. Although dried off, I was feeling decidedly horny and having seen photos and talked to that hunk in the shower a lot I thought ... I need to see that thing hanging between his legs the way he showed it to me 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 felt his manhood expand almost instantly into a thing of beauty as our lips embraced intimately. In a frenzy with the hot water pulsing on our bodies and already breathless I told 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 the other. With my arms around George 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. No words were exchanged as holding his arms still I bent at the waist and my lips were kissing at his white stomach below his tanned chest with his erection pointing outwards only inches from my face. In a teasing manner and with my hands still holding onto his arms, I slowly placed the whole of my mouth around his hard tip and sucked it deeply into me. I felt it twitch and shake as his hands jerked forward to stop me as he pushed my face from his soapy tasting manhood.
Almost in a sulk, I straightened myself up, and once again I was snuggled into his warm nape, kissing, as provocatively as I could at his lips and neck. Biting and kissing at his tanned and strong neck and ear, I took my tongue from in his ear and whispered, "I so want to suck you George, I have fantasised about 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 him gently on the lips to silence him, again with as horny a voice as I could muster I whispered, "We have all day tomorrow and all night also and I will be all yours then, but tonight George ..." He tried to butt in, but again I kissed him, and explained that he had been to work all day and then this long journey. "Tomorrow.", I whisper, "Tomorrow".
He was resigned to the fact now that I was going to get my way. After a few quiet muttering's I reached over and turned the shower off. Taking him by the hand we left the shower cubicle and reached for two large warm fluffy towels as we began to dry each other off, both of us making sure each others 'important bits' were thoroughly dry.
Deliberately placing the towels down on the marble floor in front of him we proceeded to cuddle. George lost none of his hardness as we kissed, I kept one hand firmly around his thick and hard erection massaging it's loveliness and honestly, thinking to myself how contented I was going to be feeling in a short while.
Almost complaining, just a few words released from his mouth as again I pushed him back towards the cold tiled wall and our lips parted. Looking into his eyes I slowly worked downwards, each kiss on his body produced a sigh from his lips, I was suddenly on my knees, my eyes, messed up by the shower, my hair matted also, I looked up to him, he was staring down at me. The hand that was holding his erection now resting on his thigh, my other hand joined it and I was looking up at him, his erection quivering inches from my eager mouth. All the time our eyes were locked together as I slowly searched for his tip. A quick kiss on the end and although we were just out of the shower I could taste the saltiness of it. "I love you George", I said as my mouth took all of him. I opened my mouth and took him in as deeply as I could.
George really filled my mouth up! Being by no means an expert on this art, I sucked him in deeply a couple of times and let my muscles relax as I let him come out of me. Already he was glistening with my saliva, our eyes hadn't left each others. Forgetting to breath, I giggled and asked whether I was doing all right. A big "Oohhhh" came out of his mouth as he said, "Just fine, Pat."
Carrying on as before, I engulfed most of his hardness holding it deep inside my mouth. I sucked at it producing lots of my saliva and withdrew again, breathless now, my saliva leaking from my mouth, his erection dripping in it. Excited at this and hoping for a positive answer I asked him again as my hands lied firmly planted on his thighs. "Was that nice lover?"
"Oh Pat, you are more than I ever imagined" you say. I was pleased by his remarks and although still untouched, exciting him was exciting me as well, not in the same way of course, but feelings deep within my loins were beginning to stir. This time I tried another way, always trying to please, I kissed at the tip of him and ran my now soaking wet mouth down the length of him, holding it deeply there. I saw 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 smiled up at him. Breathless now, "You liked that George, didn't you."
"You're an expert Pat." He answered.
"No George, it is only because it is you, and I want to please only you my darling.", I answered. I took him as before, and felt his body responding so nicely to me.
Increasing this, I was beginning to like it. I still haven't learned 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 mumbled.
"Please no George," I beg, "you have no idea how good I feel George!" Resigned to it, he mumbled something under his breath and watched as I continued.
"Is that nice," I say again breathlessly?
"Mmmmm Pat, I wish ..." I filled my mouth again to shut him up and although I wanted this to last forever I realised I had overstepped the mark and did one long suck as George started to tighten his body. 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 an almighty explosion within me as his cum filled my mouth quickly. What a lovely feeling it was. I was at a loss as to how to swallow his love juice so readily but I had to do it and I know he watched in utter delight as he saw my throat muscles swallowing his 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 I let him down and with his cum seeping from him and covering his now semi hard useless thing I looked up to him with a grin. The cum 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. I think I had taken all I could manage. My mouth and throat were filled with his taste. He was the first guy I had ever done such a thing to. I felt good about myself knowing it was George who 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 asked.
"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 I am feeling very tired now.", you answered.
"That's OK love, me too, and I had what my doctor ordered, so lets make it an early night and see what tomorrow brings."
I wanted to taste George all night in my mouth, we were both clean, so we fell onto the bed and within minutes George was breathing heavily with my arms and legs wrapped around him as we drifted into a deep sleep.....
Looking up at the bedside clock it was only 9.30. Maybe George was tired, but I was suddenly wide awake and caressing his genitals was proving fruitless, only making me feel hornier in my expectations. This is no good, I thought to myself as I slowly released my grip on him and quietly crawled out of bed.
Bored now, I was 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 I slipped that over my shoulders and with a shake of my still wet hair I grabbed my purse and quietly took the lift down to the ground floor and the bar.
It was a shame that George's taste had to go from my mouth, but I chose an expensive bottle of champagne to wash the flavour down. What could 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 drool over. I was 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 smelled that perfume again, this time though a different person was wearing it. No, it was that same beautiful face and figure but this time she was 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.
She looked over to me giving me a piercing smile. She slowly walked over 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 Viviane, 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 to drink it alone? Champagne is for lovers Patricia and should never be drunk alone." Looking over towards the barman she simply said "More," and another bottle and glass was brought over to us.
We talked for hours, or so it seemed, the champagne, the occasion, and the long day had taken its toll on me. Prompted by a very intelligent person the conversation had started reasonably enough but somewhere along the line I had learned her life story and I was just finishing mine and telling Vi why George was too tired to join me.
About this time Vi begged to be excused and was gone a few minutes. In the meantime a group of loud tourists 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 maze of halls until it opened up to a very intimate dining room. The tables had been dressed with small tidbits and a fridge which had a half a dozen bottles of champagne in it.
"We can talk here Patricia, without any fear of being disturbed.", she said. I looked around at the seating and picked a deep and comfortable settee to sit in and I almost sunk into it as Vi, opening a new bottle and handing me a glass, sat down beside 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. After another sip of 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' George, I 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. Her laughing out loud suddenly stopped and placing her hand on my knee she 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 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 overpowered me as our lips meet. Gently and I felt my face overheat, but surprised by her actions I turned my face away from her advances. Almost shocked, Vi, knowing she has hurt me is full of remorse and holding my hands she is tongue tied as to how to say sorry.
"Not to worry Vi, it was just a bit sudden that's all, it was a lovely compliment from you and I am flattered. I quickly told her 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 Viviane. This felt more intimate, more personal than the kiss she had delivered moments earlier and suddenly I had her finger in my mouth and her face only inches from mine.
"Oh Pat" Viviane 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 she 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 felt my insides on fire and wanting so much to experience her I uncrossed my legs as a sign that I was all hers.
"You're mine now Patricia!", Viviane 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. As she buried her face deep into my open legs I realised that she was having an orgasm. An almighty orgasm. I immediately wondered 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. 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 scraping her long elegant fingers over my shaved pubic region laughingly told me that she had no idea I was shaved.
Not answering her, I was 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, Viviane's hands, each gripping my thighs coaxed me to open them up. I did of course and then felt her long fingernails opening me up wide.
"Oh Patricia; I cannot 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 also hear my juices being sucked from me.
"Oh God, stop that," I begged, and to my astonishment she did,
"Is 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. She stopped again, this time telling me to put my legs up over her shoulders. I obeyed her every need but felt so open and vulnerable as I did so. Viviane stood back from me and slowly and provocatively ran her fingernails along and into me.
Her eyes not moving from what she was doing, she listened 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, Viviane 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 made me scream in delight. Looking up at me, teasing, smiling, again she hit that spot and took me by surprise. This time she didn't 'let off' as this time it was for real and almost immediately I ran my hands and held onto her hair as I unashamedly screeched out an instant but intense orgasm almost pulling half of her silky hair out by the roots.
As one who no doubt knows, Viviane took her mouth off me and let me enjoy my orgasm alone. 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 it's nice to know you could relax and enjoy it." Viviane said in a light-hearted manner.
Reaching out to take a snack off the table she offered it to me. Thinking I was only going to have a nibble I found 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. 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 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 Viviane under at least two items of clothing, I could feel her so clearly that my index finger was scratching along the length of her. Each time I reached anywhere near her clitoris I got a gasp from her. That felt so nice for me that I deliberately traced my fingers around her clitoris. All the time I felt more and more in control of the situation.
"Is that nice Viviane?" I asked, making sure I was hitting the right spot.
"Oh yes Pat, but it was my intention to have you tonight.", Viviane said in a calming voice.
"You have love, now it is my turn," I chirped in and still with my fingers deep inside her I tried, without much resistance to get her onto the floor. Our lips never really parted. She has opened herself for me as my hand is still connected to her and my finger is still feeling her now moist lips 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 the lips of her pussy. Her breasts were so firm. Small, yes, but I teased her nipples ever so lightly as they stuck out. Being the 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 kneeling 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." Viviane 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 I can't 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 and her neatly trimmed pubic hairs. Her breasts, although she was flat on the floor still stood out proud. I think it was the first time I felt my age as my hand nestled into her curly pubic hairs and a finger accidentally crept between her legs and felt her wetness.
"Pat! Do you realise what you're doing love." I looked puzzled but didn't answer her. She said, "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 my apology was not 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 teasingly knowing exactly how she was feeling. My heart pounded. Viviane's breathing was deep as she moaned lying there completely at ease. I searched with my fingers deeper. I felt the tip of her clitoris reacting to my wet finger tip as my index finger, first encircled her clitoris, then traveled downwards to keep moist with her pussy. I felt Viviane's hot juices as I slid my finger from one place to another. I felt her breath suddenly become more erotic. 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 the depths within her. Then 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 Viviane's pussy and brought it to my lips. I 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 said, licking and sucking them as if they were George's erection. I closed my eyes and memorised the taste. Returning my hand to Vi's love nest I stroked and teased her slit again. My fingers found their way back into her hot, wet, pussy, as at last I can smell Vi's aromas overtake 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 felt 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 pussy in full view of me now, I really felt a bit awkward but I was soon put at ease as I felt her tighten her arms around me and pull me down onto her. After another screech from me I had to pull away otherwise I would have had an orgasm then and there as I felt Viviane'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 I knew I was soaking her with my juices.
I needed something to concentrate on and to take that pleasure away, I was laying on her stomach and smelling her sexual aromas. I was suddenly attracted to them and bent forward a few inches. I 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. Knowing that feeling so well I planted my lips onto it.
It was only a matter of seconds before I had Vi reaching her orgasm. I felt so good and selfishly didn't want to stop there but knowing I was going on too long I held her open as I tried to get every bit 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 the 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 Viviane's company and feeling weary, I lifted myself off the floor and put on my caftan. Bending once more I kissed Vi fully on her lips and bid her good night. Walking slowly to the lifts I was overtaken by a couple. They were huddled together and took no notice at all of me although we did share the same small lift together. I must have smelled 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 at him in the dim light.
He didn't stir a muscle, his love toy lying there invitingly. I wanted to 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 rose up, kissing him as I made my way up his body, up to his lips. By now he was fully awake, but not so much that he can taste Viviane's juices on my tongue.
Kissing him hard, needing him now, he is fully erect and fully awake. 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."
He filled me and pushed himself almost all the way into my aching eager pussy. He was awake and took over our love making, taking his erection in his hands he teased my clitoris again as he stroked me with it and pushed his manhood in and out of me with long slow strokes, bringing me to an orgasm in only a few seconds, my aching inners contracting on him as I closed down on him and wrapped my arms around him. Breathless I was muttering words of love to him. Feverishly I was kissing and telling George how lovely he felt deep inside me. I knew I was saturating him, almost embarrassed, I could feel my juices expell themselves over him as I felt my pussy contract around his erection, pushing him over the edge this time and he exploded inside me. Filling me with his cum he stretched up to kiss me.
"Pat, one minute I was dreaming of you and next.. Now this. Wow!", he said. I was shattered now and wanted to sleep the rest of our holiday. George had other ideas.
I had 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! I wished 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 he expected some sort of response from me.
Leaving it to George's imagination as to why my legs wouldn't work 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 awakened with a tray of sandwiches and some refreshing Bucks Fizz. Hand fed by the now suspicious George I lay there still glued to the bed. He must have been wondering who kept his Pat awake all night.
Twenty minutes under a lukewarm shower brought some life back to me and I was able to sit on the bidet and a lukewarm stream of water jetting inside me soon had me thinking of the evening before.
Sitting there in a daze, I was interrupted by knocking. "Are 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.", I shouted through the closed door. Unable or unwilling to move, I stayed in that position as George opened the door. Not really caring about the position I was in I carried on as the soothing spray eased my very tender inners. I think it was a new sight for George as he stared over towards me. 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 said in a suggestive way. An evil smile was my answer.
I was lying flat as George walked in, still in a world of my own as the bed suddenly moved with his arrival. 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 caressed and kissed under my hair line and around my back. I let out a sigh as George made my body shiver and very soon I was turned around onto my back. Suddenly then George was moving on top of me as my legs parted for him.
This is what I came to Paris for, I thought as 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 took my eager nipples into his mouth. "Oh George", I say, "Oh darling." As he sucked more on me I felt the excitement in me grow as his other hand reached down between my open legs. Opening wide for him and giving out almost silent sighs and murmurs my hips rose of the bed as George's fingers began to explore within me. I was tender and sore, but my hand on his back gripped a handful of his flesh as the heat generated between us quickly rose to my face and head and all of a sudden his tongue was licking at my dry lips.
"Oh George, I want you inside me now, please." I beg. I pulled his face up to me and greedily searched for his lips as all the liquid in my mouth had dried up. My pussy was encircling George's fingers as we both heard the squelching noises being produced by his fingers inside me.
I had both arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him tight onto me as my tongue searched for his saliva to quench the dryness in my mouth.
"Fuck me baby." Came out of my mouth as George's fingers roughly fucked my insides. I didn't know what I was saying as our lips roughly met again.
"You going to come for me Pat?" George asked.
"Oh yes lover, oh yes." I screamed out as shivers ran up and down the length of me and sent my head into a light headed spin. I pushed George's head off me and gasped for breath having my orgasm in a frenzy of excitement.
Breathless and gasping with George trying to find my lips as I pushed my head away from his, still gasping for air. Slowly and with his fingers tracing wet trails around my stomach I came back down from the ceiling and tried 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 had other ideas. 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 I felt him position himself to go further downwards.
Viviane had been there most of the night, and quite honestly I don't think my aging heart could have taken George as well, so at that time when there was no turning back I pulled on his face, looked him in the eyes and said. "I want you to fuck me George."
Not arguing but maybe a bit mystified 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. He lifted his heavy body off me and those sensations of the length of him caressing my inner feeling's were really something that I cannot 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 I started to tell him I needed to feel his cum inside me. This seemed to excite him even more, and sensing just that I carried on talking to him. "Your hardness feels so nice inside me. Oh darling, please, please cum in me. Let me feel you explode inside me."
I think that did the trick. 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 close to another orgasm. George suddenly changed and his pushes deep into me became more violent. I knew that I was going to have his daily ration of cum. 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, spurts of his love juice filled 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, with George lying flat on me trying hard to catch his breath.
Paris, yes, the most romantic city in the world. Or so they tell us as we look out onto it from our taxi on the way to the train station...
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A very hot story about the city of love from one of my favorite authors, Pat. This is one of her longest stories and it took me a while to get it ready to post but it is hot all the way through. I especially like her descriptions of her unfulfilled liasions with the porter and the bartender. If guys only knew what went through our minds without the slightest provocation. Well ... let me tell them. Sex ... sex ... and more sex.
Hot Sex,
JoJo
jojo@jojojinx.com
posted by JoJo Jinx on Thursday, January 23, 2003
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