© August 2021 PennameWombat
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This is my entry for the Literotica Summer Lovin’ 2021 contest. It’s a simple, stand-alone tale of two people who meet in circumstances that might be considered familiar, but in these not-so-simple times, not quite so. I hope you enjoy my story.
Tags: Summer Lovin, Anal sex, Cum Swallowing, Exhibitionism, Older woman, Outdoor, Pussy eating, Straight sex, Teasing, Young man
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Arrivals
“Huh?” He’d caught the smiling face with the bright if slightly tired eyes, hair not brown and not blonde in an updo with a few stray strands around the face. He’d felt the touch on his hand and arm. But nothing more. The Arrivals Hall crowd that jostled and grumbled and moved like an ungainly beast had swallowed her. He blinked. He wasn’t short but not tall enough to have an unobstructed three-sixty view.
Besides, the body that owned that pretty face was maybe an inch or so shorter than him so she’d be well hidden. He knew flight crew usually had express lanes to get them through immigration and probably a bus with her crewmates waited. But he was still slightly disappointed in the rushed and barely-there encounter. Combined with the soda that had soaked his shirt and dried into a hardened mess that made a suitably depressing finish. At least it hadn’t been coffee that had covered him. And unlike a few fellow passengers he hadn’t needed a wheelchair to get off the plane, nor was his arm likely broken or similar other injuries not rendering the sufferers immobile. He’d not been happy they’d held everyone back so that EMTs and medics could rush onto the plane once they were at the gate, plenty of idiots had been very vocal. He’d felt quite bad for the crew, having to deal with those shitheads.
His brain took a moment to realize he held something in his left hand, the hand she’d touched. It was a colorful business card with a photo of what he took must be the named hotel.
‘Hotel Sookie, 2 Bis Rue Commines 75003 Paris,’ was printed over a picture of an attractive hotel’s front and had phone and fax numbers. He flipped the card.
Smooth handwriting. And his mood lightened immediately. His shirt no longer bothered him.
‘5:00 p.m., lobby. Meet me? Dinner… and? Unless you and August… :(?’ A single name, ‘Reggie,’ was signed in cursive. There was no phone number or any other contact information beyond the hotel’s. An immediate shake of his head at the mention of that first name. Yeah. As if.
“Maybe no RSVP required,” he said softly but loud enough a couple of people gave him questioning looks, then he realized he’d halted and blocked the movements of the beast and he spoke up, “oh, hey, sorry, folks!”
He matched the shuffled pace. He knew where his hotel was, the zip code or post code or whatever they called them in Paris for his was 75008. He had no idea how that related to 75003. But he’d used the Metro before and had no fears. He smiled. He had a few hours before he needed to be at Hotel Sookie.
And he had a map. Maps. Paper and on his phone, for which he’d pick up a local SIM for the second slot once past this barrier to make it useful for more than just a camera. He exhaled. Well, all that assumed he wasn’t still in this queue for Immigration for those few hours or until his flight to return to San Francisco. He sighed. Travel, especially international travel, hadn’t been an option for most until the last few months. And it appeared that almost everyone who could was making up for lost time and from all indications the Immigration folks were way out of practice for this sort of crowd.
‘Think positive thoughts, Dave,’ he told himself, ‘patience.’
‘And you,’ he told the cock as it stirred, ‘this is the real world. Not one of Steph’s, or August’s, or whatever her name really is, movies.’
‘Oh, ye of little faith,’ his cock responded and twitched. They shuffled forward.
3rd Arrondisement
His hotel wasn’t a dump. But Hotel Sookie was a step above it. Or maybe two steps. This one looked like an elegant living room with softer and less utilitarian shapes and hues, a hotel that expected gentility as opposed to welcoming business. His hotel offered a variety of meeting and seminar rooms, which was why he knew it. He’d been forced to take a ‘family’ room but the manager had promised a double by midweek. Then again, his manager’s only concern had been to get him to Paris so the extra cost hadn’t fazed her.
At the height of the tourist season. He’d also ‘conned’ his manager to let him arrive on the Saturday “because it’s near impossible to get a hotel, but, hey, if I get there on Saturday THIS one has a room, and I can study up on the errors the system there is having.” They’d shared a laugh at that, but his manager had appreciated the cover story for HER manager.
He saw a few people sitting or standing, glasses in hands, soft conversations. The air conditioning wasn’t aggressive, cool without being arctic. It felt good after the late afternoon summer heat and humidity although most of the trip had been on the Metro, both hotels convenient to stations. Where to next?
“There’s my hero, David,” he turned quickly to his right and saw two women seated along a padded bench, one each side of a small table and two glasses of wine on the table, “he decided to settle for second best.”
The second woman shook her head slightly but smiled.
“Uh, settle? Second best?” Dave’s voice expressed confusion before he smiled, but that was it before she sprang to her feet and wrapped him in a hug with her cheek on his shoulder. After a moment, he wrapped his arms around her lower back and felt the thin fabric of her summer dress. Whatever perfume she had was sweetly floral but very subtle. He liked it. She gave him a second squeeze then pulled her head back and kissed him, her mouth closed. It took him an instant to soften his lips and just as she opened her lips she pulled back an inch.
“Soon,” she whispered. Then she released him with her left arm and he pulled his hands back. She spun to stand alongside him and put her right arm across his back. His left arm had no choice but to lay across her shoulders.
“Ah, Regina, no way you’re second best,” he said as he looked at her smiling face then at the second woman, who was familiar but he couldn’t quite place her. Two mobile phones sat on the table next to two glasses of red wine.
“Flattery will get you everywhere! And Reggie, I’m only Regina when I need to punish you! David Jones,” Reggie said and kissed his cheek quickly and winked where both could see her, “Mary Lawrence. She works up in business class. Not with us proles.”
Reggie put her finger to the tip of her nose and pushed slightly up. Mary chuckled and offered a hand and Dave shook it.
“Nice to meet you,” he said, “someday I’ll get business class.”
“Sit,” Reggie nudged him and he sat in a chair and she signalled a glum-faced server and pointed to her wine glass, the woman nodded and walked off. She spun and sat again on the bench and crossed her left leg over her right.
Dave’s eyes were stuck for a moment on the expanse of bare thigh exposed, a number of the lower buttons on her knee-length summer dress unemployed. He fought the urge to look at the effect the sight was having on his crotch and if it showed. He forced his gaze upward and managed to pause for only the tiniest moment on the upper swells of breasts that were nicely pushed up and displayed by the low and square top of her dress. Her smile was wide and her eyes radiant. With the soft curls of her hair falling freely around her face the subtle signs of her years weren’t gone but they’d softened, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were all. He didn’t know her age but she’d both kept her job during the extended and almost complete shutdown of air travel and she was handling international flights. That meant years in the job. That didn’t help his reaction and when her eyes flashed downward and her smile widened he offered silent thanks that he’d worn briefs under his thin shorts.
“Ah, thanks,” he said when the server set a glass of red wine on the table, she walked off without response.
“Okay,” Reggie said as she lifted her wine glass and waited for the others to do so, “a toast to the man who prevented me from being covered with boiling hot coffee!”
They tapped glasses and all three sipped. Dave set his glass on the table but kept his hand on it to give his nervous fingers somewhere to rest.
“I’m not sure I’m a hero,” he said, “not like we both didn’t get covered by soda.”
“Sure you are,” Reggie said, “you caught me and the coffee pot when the lid came off. I like a hot shower, but, well, not that hot.”
“She does like hot juice all over her,” Mary said and Reggie sniffed, Dave blinked, “but coffee would be a bit much. At least no one in your section threw up, mostly missed me…”
“Oh, yuck,” Dave said, “maybe I won’t fly business class in THAT plane. But what’s this about second best?”
The two women shared a quick glance and Dave guessed a silent contest had been won, or lost, by Mary.
“This one,” she pointed at Reggie, “told me that you were next to a famous actress and she was all over you during the flight. She figured you’d’ve been dragged off and ravished.”
“Uh, well,” Dave shook his head, “I guess she IS famous… in certain circles. As to all over me, well, her orange juice ended up on both of us, but Reggie’s body prevented the soda hitting her.”
“And a couple of things about her,” Reggie set her wine down and held her hands in front of her breasts, “much more impressive than mine. Mine and Mary’s added together! You kept your eye on them. And I knew you were impressed by them when I landed in your lap.”
She winked at Dave then offered a silent laugh to Mary when his mouth moved but he failed to say anything.
“You didn’t even notice me copping that feel?” She said with a pout and his silence turned to a stuttered series of ‘ah’ sounds.
“Well, um,” he said, “maybe I was impressed by YOU even before you jumped into my lap and got handsy.”
Reggie grinned and Mary laughed softly and shook her head. “The plane jumped upwards then moved sideways and dropped fifteen thousand feet in seconds and shit’s flying all over the cabin—.”
“Not everything,” Reggie interrupted, “my hero dealt with the coffee pot and just the carpet got soaked by it. And to brace me, his OTHER arm reached around my back and grabbed my tit.”
She tapped her left breast with her wine glass and sipped.
“I DID remove it,” he said, “well, I would’ve, but your arm—.”
“Oh, yeah,” Reggie said with an innocent tone, “the plane jumping all over had my arm stuck, held yours there. And my other hand was stuck under my ass… which was stuck on your lap.”
“Anyway,” Mary growled, “I’ve got vomit all around me and you two are practically having sex in an aisle seat!”
“Some of us thought we might be crashing,” Reggie kept her tone, “and with August O’Thrill in the row and interested in this one I thought maybe she’d joi—.”
“Wait,” Mary said, “THAT’S who the ‘actress’ was? The porn star?”
“Who knew her name was Stephanie,” Dave said, “but, yeah. I noticed her, uh, chest, but her hair was redder and longer and totally different than her movies and she had glasses. Jeans, never seen her in jeans, or much any clothing actually. I mean, obviously quite the figure, but, took me a while. Mostly her voice finally…”
“So you do watch lots of her videos,” Reggie said, “and here I thought you were so innocent.”
“Hey, Re gi na,” he said and she stuck her tongue out at him, “you know more of her movies than I do!”
Mary shook her head and muttered. “I’m thinking the last thing I’m going to smell before we smash onto Greenland is spew… and you’re having a threeway in economy!”
“Hah!” Reggie said. “No way I’m having a threeway with the world’s blow job queen! ”
Mary’s phone chirped and she glanced down. “Ah, okay, you two, I’m off. We all survived so be a good girl and boy and behave yourselves.”
“Ah, Mary, what’s the fun in that?” Reggie offered a disappointed tone. Mary stood, she was in a lightweight summer blouse and knee-length skirt and sandals, her figure less pronounced than Reggie’s and Dave guessed she was a bit older. She took a step and stopped and put a hand on his shoulder and spoke in a light tone.
“You’re not a serial killer, are you? Traveling the world and leaving behind a trail of innocent flight attendant corpses?”
“How do I know you two aren’t the serial killers, eh? What better cover than flight attendants?” He asked and looked up then back at a laughing Reggie.
“Do you really care?” Reggie asked with a lilt.
“No, I’m here for work, if being ritually sacrificed gets me out of that, it’s good,” he admitted, “and my parents get my insurance. Buy a new house!” Mary laughed and tapped at her phone as she walked toward the entrance.
“Um, so,” Dave said, “the plan?”
“Yup,” Reggie said as she set her drained glass on the table and stood, he blinked at the flash that he thought he saw at top of the temporary vee as her dress fell into place, “finish your wine then you’re taking me to the Eiffel Tower. I’ve never been to the top. Then I’m buying you dinner. Unless you and Stephanie have plans.”
For just an instant he wasn’t certain about that last being a joke. But he shook his head with a smile. He quickly finished his wine, set the glass down and reached into his pocket. Reggie flipped her purse’s shoulder strap over her head and grabbed his arm and nudged him to walk and switched sides and twined her right arm around his left and directed him toward the exit.
“On Mary’s room,” she said lightly, “although she doesn’t know it.”
Reggie waved to the server. Dark hair pulled into a loose ponytail shook slightly as she gave them a glum look and a shrug.
“Not exactly service with a smile,” Dave said. Reggie laughed lightly and she led them into the late afternoon’s heat and humidity.
“It’s the last day of July in Paris and she’s working,” Reggie said, “but, well, apparently she’s from Bulgaria and with every Parisian on their own holidays, she’s got the short straw. But I’m not sure that isn’t her happy face.”
“Guess I can’t complain,” Dave said, “it’s less effort to fly me here from San Francisco to spend the week at La Defense instead of dragging a local off their holidays and my boss agreed I can take vacation the second week! But, if we’re going to the Eiffel Tower with every… other… tourist, this way.”
He turned them left on Rue Commines. “Couple more lefts and that’ll get us to St.-Sebastien Froissart metro station, that’s the line I came on. It’ll take us close enough to the tower, walk through the park.”
“That one of the lines with those funny rubber tires? They don’t seem right to me.”
He noticed the sweat that had already worked up between their joined arms but he didn’t mind and he nudged slightly closer to her and she made a soft sound as they navigated among the crowd.
“Nah, this one’s normal,” he said with a chuckle, “but why the Eiffel Tower? You’ve seen it before?”
“Yeah, but I’m always in one day and out the next, almost everywhere I go,” she said with a tentative tone, “but with the fact everyone’s finally able to travel again, they’ve worked us like dogs. I’ve plenty of seniority so I’m handling European flights and not stuck in Dubuque and I get until Wednesday this time. But, I don’t know the city all that well…”
He delayed for a slow breath before he responded in a slow cadence. “My days this week are taken… but after five. If you…”
She didn’t say anything but her fingers found his hand and they clasped and she made a soft purr. After a couple of steps in silence she spoke.
“Sure, unless Stephanie makes ME a better offer. If the videos are accurate, she IS quite flexible that way.”
Both let out snorted laughs. Then he pulled her to a stop and turned slightly. He reached with his right hand and put it under her chin and pulled her. She let him and their lips met, initially softly before she pushed against him and invited his lips to open. They did and her tongue pressed against them before it pushed into his mouth. A couple of coughed grunts were heard from pedestrians forced to navigate around the sudden obstruction alongside Rue du Pont aux Choux. After both tongues made quick but thorough forays they broke the kiss and he nudged them to move again.
“Maybe Stephanie will make us both an offer,” he said to a hummed assent, “she doesn’t seem amiss to that either.”
“And maybe the metro car will be packed,” she said with bright eyes, “and I can stand tight in front of you and reach back and make you blow in your jeans while you dream about getting one of her blow jobs!”
Meudon
She’d been partially good to her word. The car had been crowded which had offered her the excuse to stand with her back against him. She’d pulled his arms around her waist and he rested his hands on what felt like nicely firm abs. Her hands went behind her and wormed their way to his crotch.
She hadn’t made him blow, but she had put in some diligent effort to working him in that direction. He’d leaned slightly and kissed her neck occasionally. At one point when her hands worked downward against his constrained cock and it seemed no one was looking at them, he’d quickly cupped her breasts. His hands weren’t huge and they’d slightly overflowed his grip. The fabric of the dress was thin and he’d seen at the hotel that she was braless, and it wasn’t like the dress covered her all that well anyway with its low cut and two open buttons. But by sight and feel he liked their firmness and her nipples, although not prominent, seemed to like the attention.
“Keep ’em there,” she’d whispered and squeezed his cock. Hard. He’d obeyed and they’d arrived at Madeleine.
“This is the stop for my hotel,” he whispered as they were jostled with passengers getting on and off, “few more and we’ll get off.”
“I’m getting off now,” she said and turned her head and kissed his cheek. He caught wide eyes that were locked on his hands and the woman’s mouth tightened. Then he noticed her eyes on Reggie’s.
“He’s mine,” the flight attendant said. The woman seemed to understand and glared, shook her head and made a show of turning away. Reggie squeezed his cock and laughed softly.
“Mind walking up to the second level, 775 steps,” Dave said as he turned his head from the booth attendant to Reggie, “bypass the queue here for the elevator.”
Her right leg rose and she flexed the calf with the white shoe on that foot. “Why do you think I wore my sneakers? Let’s climb!”
He smiled and turned and somewhat to his surprise bought two tickets for the summit.
“This way,” he led her past the long queue winding its way to the elevator toward the half dozen people feeding onto the stairs. He’d led them off the metro at Ecole Militaire and that’d finally forced her to release his cock. He’d hoped no one would notice his state, and once Reggie’s antagonist had glared at them and his companion had stuck her tongue out in response as they’d stepped onto the platform no one else had seemed to notice. They were both sweaty from the ride and strands of her hair stuck to her neck but they held hands and walked lightly and mostly in silence through the Parc du Champ de Mars as the towering skeleton of puddled iron grew ever taller in their views. As they hit the end of the short queue of climbers he released her hand and moved his to her lower back.
“You should go, oh, about half a flight above me,” he said, “that will give me plenty of incentive to keep up.”
“Pervert. You need blood in your legs,” she elbowed him lightly, “not between them like it was on the train.”
“Oh, I’m going to need my calves massaged,” Reggie said softly as she forced her back against Dave as they squeezed into the crowded elevator and her right hand found his flaccid cock and her left held both of his on her stomach.
“Me too,” Dave said before he exhaled hard.
“No wonder,” she whispered as her right hand found its target, “all the blood’s gone back here!”
He inhaled. Her perfume had mixed with sweat but the result was even more evocative than the original scent. And its closeness again blocked the aromatic mass of their fellow travelers, both in the metro car and here. He leaned and she purred and nudged his cheek as he leaned forward while her hand squeezed him as they rose higher in defiance of gravity. Apparently his growing musk wasn’t bothering her either.
Bodies burst from the car when it stopped 900 feet above the ground. Reggie led him out by the hand and he again wondered if anyone noticed. Or cared if they would notice.
“Hey,” she said, “show me where you’re going to work.”
He laughed and shook his head but switched to the lead and they found space where he could point to the boringly modern towers almost directly northwest of their spot as the sun lowered and grew to the left of their gaze.
“Out there,” he said, “boringly modern. Boring as hell. And if I’m lucky I’ll figure out the issue on Monday and be done. And up there’s the Arc de Triomphe.”
He swept his arm to the right and she followed and nodded as they focused on it.
“Get your work done and you could spend Tuesday in bed with me and Stephanie, find out if my blow jobs are a tenth as good as hers, before I leave,” she said. He snorted. Her obsession about the porn star was almost… concerning. But he wondered more about the other part of that.
She kissed his cheek and ran off to the left and stopped at the corner to face him. A swirling breeze and her movement caused her dress to flare up quickly and he knew he couldn’t have been the only one who saw the peekaboo of the light brown triangle. She caught her tongue between her teeth then mouthed ‘oops’ and ran off to the left. He shook his head and walked quickly to catch up and found her bent over the railing and hummed as sweat and the breeze wrapped the thin dress tightly around her ass and hips. It was a good sight. He stood tight against her and she leaned into him.
“It’s a soccer field,” she pointed almost straight down.
“Yeah,” he said, “school, sports academy, something like that.”
“Hell of a location, wonder if anyone’s gone splat in the center circle during a game?”
He read the twinkle in her eyes and wondered, for just that instant, about Mary’s serial killer comment. His parents weren’t paupers but… the insurance would be nice. He shrugged.
“Not that I’ve heard,” he tried to match her tone. Her grin accepted that. He directed her gaze up and put his arm out angled a bit to the right.
“See that big stadium that way?” She nodded. “Parc des Princes, soccer stadium. To the right of that is the tennis center where they play the French Open.”
She squinted but nodded. The former stadium was visible but the latter not so clear. Then he swept his arm down and along the river.
“The bend in the river, that’s Meudon, we’ll go down that way, find a place for dinner.”
“Oh, what’s down that way?”
“Nothing,” he said and she gave him a quizzical look, “no, really. It’s all commercial and local residential, not a tourist attraction anywhere near.”
Her face maintained the confused expression for a moment before she smiled. She looked past him, turned, then leaned and looked to the left back along the Champ du Mars. The park was expansive, but the crowds were omnipresent. She pointed south where he’d led her gaze.
“That where you dump your victims? Why you know it?”
“Yeah, turn ’em into meat pies.”
“Hmmf,” she said sharply, “they do that in London.”
“C’mon,” he nudged her to move to their left, “Notre Dame, or what’s left of it, is that way then let’s get down. I’m hungry and you’re buying.”
She kissed him quickly and they continued their lap.
He led her off the metro at the end of its line and into a northerly direction. The car hadn’t been quite as packed as before but she’d still positioned herself where she could work his hidden prick. She was very good at getting him to a high pitch but not pushing him over the edge. Speaking of torture!
“Where we going?” She said as she again held his arm as they walked along a street that had a mix of small businesses, a mobile phone shop, a tattoo parlour and some casual eateries. He felt his shaft relax slightly and shimmied to settle it. He was happy for the relief but hoped more intense activity was indeed on the way.
“Dunno,” he said and she hummed, “we’re on the border of Issy and Meudon, this area is telecoms companies, some high tech, TV stations, and the like. No tourist attractions. Been through here for work a few times. Off any number of the little streets we’ll find brasseries and such.”
“Lead on,” she said.
“That way,” she said after they’d made a couple of random turns.
“Why?”
She tapped her nose. “It’s sensitive, this way.”
A curve to the right and the road bulged around a grass circle which had a couple of trees and some benches, a mix of old and older people seated to sit in more comfort than might be offered by steamy apartments. Around the bulge sat a number of small restaurants with tables set along the walkway and the blocked off portion of the road.
“That one,” Dave said.
“Oh, why? Well, it does smell good.”
“The sign. And a couple of tables for two free.”
They walked over and a dark-haired man seemingly in his mid or late fifties and a white shirt smiled at them.
“Bonsoir, monsieur, madame. Duex?” He held up a thumb and index finger.
“Oui,” Dave said and nodded, “uh, yeah, two.”
“Ah, English,” the man said with a smile before his face froze for an instant and he continued in clear but accented English and adopted a bemused look, “at my little place?”
Dave gestured in a northerly direction. “Way too many tourists up that way, you have moules et frites,” the man smiled at the pronunciation, “and good wine. That’s what we need.”
“Ah, I could be a rich man, sell cheap food at dear prices to people who don’t know,” he said, “but here, they know.”
“C’est pourquoi nous sommes ici,” Reggie said and the man smiled widely and gave a quick bow and offered them a small table.
“Prenez place je vous en prie, je m’appelle Frederic.”
“I’m Reggie and this is Dave,” Reggie switched languages and Dave stared at her, “despite his uncultured tongue he’s a very nice man, despite living in California.”
“Ah,” Frederic said, “I was born in Paris and this has been my life. But for that decade in New York.”
“Your English is much better than my French,” Dave said and he tapped his elbow into Reggie’s waist, “and this one letting me try to talk when she…”
Frederic laughed then pulled out a chair for Reggie. “Enough of that! Sit, please. I will get you sparkling water.”
They did so and he walked jauntily into his restaurant.
“Maybe the white wine and garlic wasn’t the best choice for the mussels,” Dave said as he used an empty black shell to pluck another tender morsel from its shell, the latter joined the growing pile in a large bowl. Reggie pushed aside some of the remaining mussels and dipped a chunk of crusty bread in said liquid.
“If you can’t handle garlic,” she said after she’d closed her eyes and slowly chewed a bite of her bread, “you’re out of luck later.”
She winked. They’d slid their chairs so they were mostly on the same side of the table and faced the little restaurant and the colorful facades of its neighbors and he leaned and with his fingers lightly under her chin pulled her to kiss him. After a moment the kiss became open-mouthed, garlic seemingly little impediment.
“Is your dinner to your satisfaction?” Frederic’s voice and they separated.
“This sauce is incredible,” Reggie said, “but this salad is so fresh and the frites and… everything!”
“Wait until you see the bill,” their host said, “I finally can take advantage of tourists! Another bottle of wine?”
Quick glances and Dave spoke. “Oui. Whatever you recommend.”
Frederic nodded and smiled and after a stop at a second table disappeared through the front door. There’d been a steady if not excessive stream of customers and most seemed to have found the Americans an anomaly but not one they’d needed to engage.
“So,” Reggie said with a sudden tentative tone, “why are you interested in an old and wrinkly flight attendant? You’re young… handsome…”
“Uh, handsome?” Dave said and he blinked, much of the second bottle of wine was gone, was it…, “And… old? Wrinkly? That’s so…”
“You’re kind.”
“No,” his voice firmed, “well, but. I fly to Europe… regularly. But you’re the first, uh, flight crew I’ve ever…”
“Flirted with?” Her radiant smile had returned.
“Well, not entirely. But you’re the first one who flirted back, not just professional courtesy.”
“Maybe I was flirting with Stephanie?”
“Ah,” he said, “guess YOU ended up with second best then.”
“You like us old chicks? She’s no spring chicken, either,” she said and her eyes were even brighter.
“True, that. But I’m at a wonderful restaurant in Paris with YOU,” he said, “and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He leaned and she met him not her side of halfway and they kissed again but cut this one short.
“Frederic’s going to charge us extra,” Reggie said, “but, before he does that…”
She put her left hand on his right thigh and pushed against the hem of his shorts.
“Go use his toilette and lose your underwear, like me,” she slid fingers under his shorts, “and where’s that park you promised to show me?”
“Ah, that’s good news,” she pointed at the sign as he led them across the Passarella du Parc de l’Europe, “says the Parc de I’lle St.-Germain is open an extra hour. So this is where my body is going to be found.”
He looked at her then at the half dozen approaching people and the slightly smaller group a handful of steps behind them.
“Hey, uh, maybe it’s my body that’ll be found somewhere in the green expanse.”
She laughed and nudged into him. “Maybe I’m like a praying mantis and I’ll rip your head off and eat it when you’re mating with me. Then toss what’s left into the river.”
“Think you can keep up with me, old woman?”
“Just what I like, young meat.”
He slipped his arm around her waist and lowered it and grabbed her right ass cheek. She swayed her hips and returned the gesture as he used his other hand to point past some buildings and benches where people sat and wandered.
“Straight through, follow the paths. We can go right, watch the sun finally disappear. There’s another bridge up that way that’ll take us to a station. Make our way back to civilization.”
“You mean, you’ll make YOUR way back… after,” she stuck her tongue out at him and laughed.
“C’mon,” he pressed against her ass.
Their eyes took in the crimson glow that was the sun’s farewell to July, but its heat hadn’t yet diminished by more than a touch, nor had the day’s humidity. Their sweat merged where her cheek hit his neck just above the soft collar of his shirt as she stood on tiptoes and his arm again wrapped the bottom swell of her ass cheek through the thin fabric and her left hand wrapped his waist. Her breath and lips and tongue worked at his neck and his ear as he pulled her tighter. They’d found a grassy spot on the western edge of the island with low bushes that didn’t block their view of the river and the far bank and rounded stones with flat tops and about a foot high provided a symbolic barrier against the river itself. A few higher bushes screened them from behind as occasional couples or larger groups traversed the same paths as they had.
Then she upped the ante when her right hand found the obvious bulge in his shorts, his no-longer-constrained prick jumped at the attention. She purred and grabbed and stroked his erection and rubbed the soft fabric against the hard flesh. He grunted and decided the assault couldn’t go unanswered.
He spun just enough to get his mouth on hers, both mouths already open and tongues ready which immediately set to sparring. Her grip tightened and his left hand found her right breast. She exhaled into his mouth as he squeezed it.
Her tongue pushed against his and he shifted his hand centrally and quickly popped a button, the only button that had prevented her tits from being fully exposed during their travels since he’d met her at Hotel Sookie. His hand found round flesh and his fingers scissored its small but rapidly-hardening bulge. She pulled her lips less than an inch from his.
“This means war,” she whispered before her mouth slammed against his. Her hand left his bulge but suddenly pressed just above his waistband and pushed in and down. He jumped when her hand wrapped itself tightly around the rigid flesh of his cock and her tongue pushed deeply into his mouth. He tightened his grip on her tit and she pushed her chest against his pressure and he pinched the nipple that protruded between his fingers which got her to puff breath into his mouth. She worked fingers to the tip of his prick and returned the pinch.
Laughter and conversation in a language neither French nor English rose and passed their spot but the couple maintained their clench, neither seemed willing to be the first to surrender to propriety. His right hand loosened its pressure and fingers danced and the fabric rose until he could get under it and he pressed between legs that sidled apart as he pushed until the tips of his fingers found moisture that wasn’t sweat. Her hand worked his prick and she rubbed her left breast against him where shoulder became chest and his left hand continued to work the nipple it held and encouraged it to grow even more.
More voices, softer, French, passers by who again seemed oblivious to the events on the other side of the greenery. The battle continued, neither combatant yet willing to concede any ground, tongue fought tongue and hands and fingers worked flesh.
Dave’s tongue fought aggressively and he squeezed the nipple between her fingers and she rubbed against him. He had his plan. He just needed…
Reggie released her grip on his prick to reorient her hand and he struck. He released her tit and grabbed her arm and she yelped as he pulled it up and past his waistband before he slid to fully face her and quickly dropped to his knees and pulled her dress up. His left arm went around her and pressed against her ass and his right hand held her dress out of the way.
His tongue found her slit, pushed just between her lips and he followed them from bottom to top.
“Ahh,” she said before her hands wrapped around his head, “you… oh, ah, yeah… right… THERE.”
His lips pursed around her clit and his tongue flicked up and down against it. She exhaled hard and puffed before she shuffled to nudge him backward until she raised her right leg and braced that foot on one of the low stones. He adjusted his angle and sucked her flesh into his mouth and worked his tongue around the hard nub. His right hand found her thigh and worked its way up the inside.
She jumped when two fingers pushed into her body and opened her flesh. He released her and his tongue traced its way down and pushed deeper as it neared the gap. Juices oozed onto his cheeks and across his chin and ran down his fingers and hand and a rivulet continued down his arm.
She slowly rotated her hips in a tight pattern and guided his head and used pressure to signal each favored position before she loosened and let him move to the next one. After a circuit she moaned and added volume to encourage him to move.
“Yes,” she said when he arced both fingers and pressed against her internally above her slit and she pumped her hips into his face before she hissed in a low voice, “don’t stop.”
His fingers pressed and his mouth returned to her clit and he didn’t stop. But he hummed a question. Voices. English. Accented English. Brits. Laughter.
Dave kept at his task and he felt Reggie’s upper body twist slightly as the laughs and conversation continued but like a train going past, the sound stretched. He made her jump again as he pressed his fingers against hard flesh and flicked his tongue against a smaller but even harder bit of flesh. Her grip on his neck and head was fierce and the muscles of her ass and thighs offered small spasms. Her breath rasped and chopped.
“Ah, fu—,” her exclamation chopped off but ragged breath forced its way past her lips. A gooey gush pushed against Dave’s fingers and his chin and he lapped at the edges as he braced her as her legs wavered for a moment. He kept his mouth in place but did suck or press, her hands were more in place for balance for the moment rather than urging him to activity. He slipped his fingers from her body and she’d nudged her hands upward against the back of his head. He gave her clit a soft kiss and pulled back and she coaxed him to stand before her arms wrapped around his neck and both of his hands went under her dress to her bare ass.
“Yum,” she said after a slow and moderately long open-mouthed kiss, “I can smell you’ve been eating pussy in public, nasty boy. And garlic.”
They both laughed and she smiled at him as his eyes tracked as a silent couple appeared and disappeared past bushes in the failing twilight. Once they’d passed she kissed him quickly and loosened her grip.
“Now,” she said softly and kissed his neck then his chest just above an open button and began to crouch when he firmed his grip and held her. She ‘mmm’ed’ a question.
“Save it, we need to go,” he pointed behind himself toward the sky that’d moved toward black, “even with the extra hour the cops’ll be through, chasing out the perverts from the bushes.”
He nudged her to spin and she did so and took his hand. They edged to the bushes and listened before he led them onto the path.
Madeleine
He walked with his arm around her shoulders as he led them into Balard. He noticed that most of the buttons on her dress were no longer employed and the light brown strip between her legs offered intermittent exposure as she walked but she seemed to have little interest in altering that. Her nipples did likewise but their contrast was such that they weren’t obvious. But for neither situation did he consider suggesting she adjust her dress.
She leaned into him as the quarter-filled metro car left the station.
“Straight shot to your hotel this line,” he said, “and—.”
“You said your hotel’s closer on this same line, right?”
“Yeah. Bit longer a walk than to yours but easy enough.”
She spun and cupped his crotch with her left hand and her voice was husky. “I don’t think this should wait longer than necessary.”
The cyclic inflation and deflation of his prick and its friction against the thin fabric of his shorts hadn’t been a sensation he was used to. Not that he’d never gone commando in such clothes but that he’d not had a very attractive woman’s fingers that added to the sensations regularly. On their walk from the park they’d observed some propriety, limiting their touches to moments when no one was obviously watching.
But she’d released the brake. She’d turned into him and used her near match in height to lock her mouth on his, her right arm held his far shoulder and her left diligently twisted around and stroked his prick through the cloth. His left hand cupped her left ass cheek and he fought the urge to caress her tits and instead caressed her shoulder.
After two stops they’d been pushed to stand in a corner as a young and raucous crowd had boarded, apparently intent on whatever the last Saturday night in July offered in Paris. He heard French but also what he thought was Arabic, but he had even less of that than he had of French. He opened one eye a slit but no one seemed particularly interested in them and it seemed they might not be alone in their refusal to wait for privacy.
The train stopped with a sharper than usual lurch which forced them to break their kiss and the crowd swayed and bodies bounced. Laughter and good-natured curses in multiple languages were offered in equal measure before the doors opened and people pushed simultaneously in both directions through the doors.
“Where were we?” Reggie’s voice was husky and slow and her right arm snaked to turn his head toward hers. Their kiss was slow and their tongues were slow but not tentative and traced patterns against the other.
“Vieille pute! Tu le payes combien?” The voice was sharp. Female. Unpleasant. It hadn’t been shouted but was seemingly meant to be shared.
Dave opened his eyes but Reggie held his head in place and tightened her grip on his cock, which jumped. She broke the kiss slowly and turned slightly. The woman had dark hair and seemed slightly younger than the flight attendant, stylishly but conservatively dressed in a skirt that ended just above the knees and a fitted but not snug sleeveless blouse. Three women about the same age and similarly dressed were crowded in an arc behind her, their faces a mixture of surprise and anxiety, all of them wore dressy heels.
“Je lui dois la vie. Il aime le goût de ma minou, personne ne veut de ta moule desséchée,” Reggie said in a husky tone, her voice lower and unlikely to be heard too far away and she leaned her head on Dave’s shoulder. But the quartet had certainly heard it. And the shocked looks confirmed they’d understood it as well, although the three more distant had an element of confused thoughtfulness mixed in.
But Reggie’s antagonist’s mouth dropped, where it stayed for a moment, before her face twisted even more. Reggie’s hand slid down Dave’s back and she smiled at the other woman but her body tensed. She wasn’t bulky but her muscles were well defined, her job kept her moving, lifting and pushing and small talk on the plane prior to the turbulence they’d traded workout habits. And she’d claimed martial arts. But he was unsure what had been said, beyond knowing it wasn’t what they taught in his limited high school and restaurant French lessons.
In the moments that those thoughts passed both Reggie and the other woman squared slightly. But then Lurchy McLurchface struck again and the train practically bounced into the next station. The crowd moved as a wave as the four women had little choice but to bounce forward and Dave grabbed Reggie’s shoulders and pulled her back as he went against the wall to avoid them.
“Putain de salope,” the woman hissed as the crowd shuffled and her hands went into fists. Reggie tensed as the doors snicked open.
“Chienne Américaine,” one of the trio said as the three grabbed their friend and hustled her along with about a third of the riders off the train. Boarders offered grunts as the groups bumped past each other.
Reggie threw both of her arms behind her and grabbed Dave’s crotch as those who’d left the train were replaced. He simply put his arms around her waist.
“Oh,” she cooed as she turned her head slightly, “I think this was hoping for a cat fight.”
“What the hell was all that?” Dave’s question was soft.
“Not here,” she said darkly but her voice brightened and she used a two-handed grip on a cock that had undergone another round of inflation, “we have better things to think about.”
Dave grunted as Reggie backed up and rubbed his cock between her ass cheeks. “Two more stops,” he grunted out. She laughed softly.
As the Timhotel Opera Madeleine’s elevator door closed Reggie yelped when Dave wrapped his arms around her from behind and she laughed and stretched her neck as he kissed it on each side in turn. He spun them so she faced the doors and she reached back.
“Hey,” she said as he quickly released the last buttons and her dress fell open, held slightly in place by the strap of her small purse that ran diagonally from her left shoulder, “so that’s the way it is!”
She slid his zipper down and her warm, no, hot, flesh contacted his hard shaft. He jumped slightly and moaned as she worked the head expertly and pulled her dress up and shoved his cock vertically between her bare cheeks.
“I want this in me,” she said in a rough and low voice, “like it is. I… trust you. And I’m…”
She moved a hand where he could see it and pointed her index and middle fingers and made a cutting motion.
“Can’t get…,” she said and he kissed her neck. He pumped his hips a couple of times and stroked his prick along the cleft of her ass.
“You better be ready to take it, then,” he said gruffly as the elevator stopped and the door opened on the fifth floor, “cuz it’s going in hard.”
She laughed and tried to dart into the hallway but held the shoulders of her dress and restrained her as they walked into the empty hall.
“Left,” he said and turned them, she wriggled and he pulled her dress off and worked it past the strap of her purse and she laughed again and darted two steps before she turned and faced him and walked backwards. His cock bounced in front of him as he followed.
“You want these?” She cupped her tits before she looked down and affected a shocked look and looked around. “People might see my pussy! Hurry!”
She laughed and turned and half ran along the hallway before she stopped and turned. The second elevator opened and two laughing couples, all four seemingly around thirty or so, stepped into the hall and went into shocked silence.
“Oops!” Her voice was amused. “People ARE seeing my pussy!”
“And my room’s back here,” Dave said as he pulled the keycard from his back pocket three doors short of her position. She yelped and crashed into him as he pushed the door open and they flew into the room, ignorant of any comments from the end of the hall.
They kissed and her fingers scrabbled at his shirt buttons as he tossed her dress to the right then worked her purse past her arms and tossed it sideways as the door closed behind him. His shirt followed as he grabbed her right tit with his hand and bent to take it into his mouth. She held his head with one hand and the other undid his snap and with a nudge his shorts fell to his ankles. He stepped out of the piled cloth and pulled Reggie along and she grabbed his cock and he alternated sucking her nipples to their full extent. They were small and light pink and offered only slight contrasts to her pale skin.
“Oh, shit,” she said as if she only just noticed, “four beds!”
“It’s normally a family room,” he stood and moved to be alongside her, “but definitely not family-friendly tonight!”
He spun her to face him and pulled her close and kissed her. She stood so his cock was pressed between their bodies and held him around the shoulders. He backed her until she was against the nearest bed before he bent and threw the cover blankets down and as they flew he picked Reggie up and half-set and half-tossed her onto the bed where she squealed then laughed. The bed bounced as he jumped on it.
“Shoes!” She shouted as she laughed but opened her legs and he grabbed each just above the knees and bounced on his own knees between them.
“Forget that,” he growled, “my cock needs to fuck. NOW!”
She grabbed said member and pulled him as she fell back. He released her legs and his hands landed on the bed each side of her. She guided his cock and he pushed forward deliberately and as he entered her she puffed and as soon as she’d moved her hands he slammed his entire length fully into her very wet opening.
“Ai, ah, FUCK!” She half-shouted over a squelching sound and the oomph of their pubic regions colliding. She wrapped her arms around his back as he pulled his cock rapidly back and this time she rammed her hips forward and they met with stereo grunts and liquid was pushed from her body by the intrusion of flesh as hard as steel.
When he’d left the room he’d set the AC to low despite the day’s heat to avoid his room being an arctic waste when he returned. And now, it showed. She bounced on her back as he thrust himself into her repeatedly and she pulled him tight so their abs and chests pressed together and combined with their day’s activities meant both bodies ran with sweat.
Which in no way dampened the enthusiasm for their fucking.
Drool ran down Reggie’s cheeks as their open mouths pressed against each other imperfectly as her body jumped with each powerful thrust impaled her anew with his cock. Tongues flailed at each other as they moved in staccato rhythm and sticky goo splashed on thighs and sheets as it flowed freely and was displaced as the couple fucked.
A soft thud was followed by a second as Reggie used toes to push her shoes off and toss them aside before she wrapped her long and firm legs around Dave’s ass and used them to encourage him to up his pace another notch. She nudged his mouth away from hers and gasped and panted as she made faces that seen in isolation might be taken for pain and suffering.
But in the proper context were anything but.
“Is… this.. all you’ve… got,” she croaked as she rocked her body to meet him thrust for thrust, “ahhh… oohhh… I fuck… myself harder… than this!”
“Huh,” he snorted as he adjusted his position to angle his thighs slightly and with her legs wrapped lifted her ass slightly off the bed and braced her shoulders with his hands, “then… how about…”
He slammed forward and the bed itself groaned and she screamed as his public bone hit her desperate clit and the bulbous head at the end of his blood-filled shaft hit a soft fleshy interior wall.
“That’s IT!!!” she screamed again as he pulled back and repeated, “GO! GO! AAHHH!”
Then words were lost as only moans and screams were available to both of them. The expanse of sweat expanded further around them and gooey fluids from her pussy threatened to become a flood. The bed creaked and groaned and only Dave’s hold on Reggie’s shoulders kept her from being shoved hard into the wooden headboard. Not that she’d have noticed.
“Yeah… yeah…,” she managed, “one more…”
He mustered as much strength as he had left in his legs and back and pounded into her with his hardest thrust yet.
She screamed and her entire body spasmed so hard she popped a couple of inches off the bed, which simply pushed him hard against her clit and her cervix again. Her vagina grabbed his prick and he grunted as it squeezed him as did her arms and legs. They dropped hard and the bed made its own distress clear and they bounced against the mattress.
“STOP!” She said and he did and she held their sweat-soaked bodies tight. “Just rub… slowly.”
He hummed but then a quick ah and he twitched his pelvic muscles and she purred. She made more staccato moans as her hips twitched as well and her movements trailed off about twenty, then thirty seconds and her legs slid from around him.
“Spray me, you hot, beautiful man,” she said in a husky whisper as she opened her eyes, “cover me in hot liquid.”
She jerked and grunted as he withdrew his cock in a rapid pull and a flood of liquid followed it. He quickly rose to his knees then his feet and used his arms to move his twitching cock over her.
“Drain me, lover,” he said firmly and she laughed and both of her hands went to his cock. It’s heavy coating of her cum meant that even with her tightest grip she pumped it easily.
“Oh… ah… fuck… yeah,” his hips twitched as a spray of white goo hit just below her tits and ran between them almost to her neck. He pushed further.
“Suck the rest, Reggie, drain me, baby,” he said. His voice wasn’t a request and she bent her neck and pulled him forward by his cock.
Her swallowing was loud and desperate as she pumped a third, fourth, finally a fifth shot of cum. He moaned and jerked his hips before he stilled and her throat tried to complete its task. She coughed slightly but held him in place and was determined to not lose any of her liquid treat. Finally she backed her head slightly but gave the head of the cock, which had barely softened, a couple of slow kisses with her lips and tongue. Finally she nudged him downward.
“Put it back in,” she whispered and looked him in the eyes, “just keep it there a while.”
He never broke eye contact and slid downward and she guided him. It slid in easily but she made a slight ‘oh’ face as he impaled her anew. He slowly pushed it back to full depth before he held it there. He felt soft ripples from her flesh.
She moved her gooey hands to guide his head and this time their kiss was slow, their tongues traced slow paths against lips and each other. He braced most of his weight on his elbows but kept his torso against hers. After their tongues had made slow but diligent explorations, Reggie nudged him and pulled his head next to hers and wrapped her legs around him again and forced all of his weight down on her.
“Hey,” he said softly and pushed up, “Reggie, you’re… crying?”
She sniffed, and her eyes were moist.
“I haven’t felt this good for… so long, David Jones,” she had a wavering smile, “that was… amazing.”
“It was quite good for me too,” Dave said, “no, Reggie Bartlett… hella good! But, um…”
“You remembered my last name, I only mentioned it once on the plane,” she said and her eyes glittered, “but it’s just been, well, I’ve been working like a dog, since…”
“Since we could all travel again,” he said and she chuckled.
“Yeah. And so many people have been… total assholes,” she said, “like, well, every flight is full, hardly an empty seat. And people feel like they all deserve to have their asses kissed. I’ve been flying over twenty years, worked every kind of plane there is, every route, but people have never been so rude as they’ve been lately. But, then… I see August O’Thrill getting on my plane. And… seated in MY section. And she’s shy and friendly and polite and so pretty with just a tiny bit of makeup, not slutty and overdone like in her movies… And then, this cute, sexy guy with the most awesome ass…”
Her hands slid down his sweaty back and grabbed that awesome ass. His cock at half-mast twitched and he smiled.
“And he smiles at me. And then he sits next to August, well, I mean Stephanie, and stares at that ridiculous rack of hers, barely kept his eyes or his tongue in his head,” Reggie winked, “but he still flirted with me. Naughty boy. And then, suddenly, we’re plunging toward icy deaths and it’s all in slow motion, that’s the worst turbulence I’ve ever been in, no one in the crew’s ever seen worse… there’s a carafe full of boiling hot coffee headed for my face. But I hit the seat in front of you, then somehow you…”
“Yeah, got my arm around you,” he said.
“And that’s when you grabbed the coffee!”
“You’d already thrown the soda all over me, and Stephanie’s orange juice was all over her—.”
“I’ve never seen her covered with THAT in her movies,” Reggie said and they both laughed.
“Nah, usually what you just got covered with,” they both laughed again at his statement, “but I didn’t so much catch the coffee as direct it to the floor, held the carafe against the outside of the seat. Sorry, extra cleaning.”
“Business class is covered in vomit, and blood all over the plane from bashed noses…,” she said, “coffee. Shit! Cleaners won’t even notice that. Then you grabbed my tit and took advantage of me!”
“I recall my hand was held there, eh? And about that hand in my crotch…”
“I was just trying to brace myself using the biggest and hardest thing I could get hold of,” her eyes were still moist but twinkled at her comment. He twitched his pubic muscles and she bit the tip of her tongue.
“But… uh,” her mood darkened again, “do you think I’m just an old whore?”
His eyes tightened and he mouthed a clear ‘what the hell’ before he looked at her.
“That’s what that French bitch called me,” she said, “asked me how much I was paying you.”
“Holy shi…,” he shook his head, “uh, hey, I… uh… look, when I saw that business card with ‘Hotel Sookie’ on it… it was all I could do to not yell ‘YES!'”
He kissed her and she returned it. Then he pulled back again.
“That’s why you were so pissed off…,” he said slowly and she nodded.
“I told her I owed you my life,” she winked, “and that you already ate my pussy and no one wanted anything to do with her dried up cunthole.”
“Oh, holy hell,” he said, “I thought I heard moule… mussel, like dinner.”
“Yeah,” she said brightly, “that’s about as rude as it gets in French… chatte is cunt, but even that’s not as rude as calling it a dried out mussel.”
“Ah, you should’ve beat the shit out of her,” he said, “you could’ve taken her.”
“Yeah,” Reggie said, “but then I’d probably be in jail and you’d have to jack off. Unless Stephanie slipped you her number.”
“HAH! Like, she kinda nodded to me before she dashed off. No worries there! Woulda just been me taking things in hand. Not like I’d bail out an international supervillain.”
“Oh, sure! There I was, defending your honor! And you’d let me rot in a Paris jail.”
They stuck tongues out at each other and laughed before she hugged him tight again.
“Now,” she said, “get that thing out of me and get off! I need a drink of water. If you hadn’t noticed, I’ve lost all my body’s liquids. Then, there has to be good lotion in there, can you massage my calves?”
“I’m a man of many talents,” he said before he kissed her quickly then they both grimaced slightly as he pulled his cock free and slid off of the bed before he offered a hand to help her up. She led him to look at the bed.
“Oh, wow… the maids are going to be shocked at the bed,” she said.
“At least it’s not vomit,” he said, “and if seeing me naked doesn’t cause you to chuck, I think we’ll be fine on that.”
The bathroom indeed had bottles of a lotion that Reggie approved of and she was naked and on her stomach on the second bed and she purred as his hands worked first one calf then the other. With the occasional side trip up her thighs and kneading her taut ass muscles.
“You have quite the awesome ass yourself, fly girl,” he said.
“You’re not touching my ass right now,” she grunted, “my ass is on both sides of where you’re at but somehow you’ve missed it!”
He laughed and worked down both thighs.
“Trade places,” she said, “want your calves done?”
“That isn’t either of my calves,” he said a few minutes later, “nor… is it either thigh.”
“Oh, sorry,” she said with an innocent tone, “it’s so big I thought it was a leg. And it’s growing!”
He snorted. He was on his stomach and she’d worked her way up from his calves and had pushed his legs into a vee. Both hands worked a shaft that was pointed toward her, sandwiched against the not so soaked mattress of the second bed. She used one hand to gather a bit more lotion then added that and both hands slowly traced the hardening flesh.
“I’m getting tired,” she said with a husky tone, “but… I want one more… roll over.”
Her last two words weren’t a request. He grunted and she shifted and he did a flip. His tumescent prick bounced and waved and she grabbed it. She pushed his legs together and with a knee each side of him shuffled up his body, her eyes slit and her face a study in determination. She held his cock vertical and positioned herself over it.
“Oh, uh, wow,” she closed her eyes and she lowered herself to accept each inch of his flesh. Once she’d hit bottom she stopped.
“You really did a job on my poor, virgin cunt,” she grinned down at him, “most girls don’t get THAT their first time.”
He caressed both of her shapely tits and played with the small but very hard nipples as she rocked slightly as she sat on him. He felt quivers from her pussy along his cock.
“Well,” he said, “if you’d told me you were a virgin… I’d’ve still given it to you!”
They stuck tongues out at each other and offered good-natured raspberries. Then she leered.
“It needs bit of a rest,” she said and paused as his face worked through a couple of moods, “but I have an idea. And I think you’re a sick enough bastard to want it.”
She flexed her thighs and he exhaled as he popped free as he gave her a confused look. She balanced herself and grabbed the lotion and coated the head and shaft generously. Then she shifted her body until the bulbous protrusion at the end of his prick just nudged against its target. She leered at him and his mouth went to an ‘O’ and his eyes widened.
“Maybe I wasn’t… exactly… a virgin earlier tonight, when you brutally pounded my poor, out of practice slit,” he snorted at her statement, then his mouth widened more as her body dropped slowly and her own expression took on an air of concentration, “but… ah… yeah… last couple of cocks who were even in the neighborhood… did… not deserve this treatment.”
She closed her eyes and let out a long and slow exhale as her body rested on his, her hands now flat on his chest. She licked her lips. He cupped both breasts and caressed the fully-erect nipples but stayed silent.
“THIS hole is ONLY for hot, sexy, beautiful young men who save my life,” she said slowly as she made minute rocking motions, “and dump world-famous porn stars to be with me.”
He added to the pressure on her nipples and she closed her eyes and her tongue ran slowly across her lips as she rocked.
“But we’ll have to go slow,” she said as she opened her eyes, “you mind?”
“I set the ‘Do Not Disturb’ switch when we came in,” he said, “and nowhere I need to be tomorrow, other than under you.”
“Might need you behind me, in a couple minutes, when I get on my knees to say my good-night prayers,” she winked and he nodded and grinned, “and we do have somewhere to be tomorrow, but no appointment.”
“Oh?”
“Cimetière du Père-Lachaise,” she said and she pressed down slightly harder, “you know it? Another touristy thing I’ve never done.”
“I know it, Jim Morrison, Oscar Wilde, ’bout a million others,” he said, “not been there either. We can pop both our cherries.”
“I knew you were a virgin! At least some part of you! I might need to borrow something to wear so we can get to my place, my dress is a bit…,” she grinned again and rocked a bit harder, he let out an exhale and his cock twitched against its confinement in the hot and very tight passage that had it trapped.
“I have a shirt you can wear, don’t need more than that. And dry socks,” he said and she snorted.
“Good. Now… that decided… ow,” she rose quickly and he popped free and she leaned and kissed him hard on the mouth and her tongue was brutal but its attack short-lived and she hopped to his side, careful to not fall off the bed, “I’m getting on my knees and praying to live through this. I think you know what to do?”
He slid and worked to sit up. “I’ve got an idea, might need to work my way in.”
She kissed him and pointed to the plastic bottle. “Just use plenty of that stuff. And go slow, okay?”
“We got all night…,” he kissed her, grabbed the bottle and they moved to their assigned positions.
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