21 comments/ 106741 views/ 8 favorites Atlantic Virgin By: Atlantic Virgin So here I was sat outside Bar Edgar hoping for a little déjà vu. Two years ago at this very table a Brazilian backpacker had flopped down on the seat opposite me with a great sigh; when I say this hill is steep, it's steep! I remember chatting with her in a garbled mixture of broken English and Portuguese and offering her a beer. She was a tad overweight, but in a sexy way, and definitely fanceable with extremely wide kissable lips which would have done credit to the thickest of male genitalia. I know, because they did! Her half exposed breasts were deeply tanned, round and full, a hint of purple nipple showing through her bra and sleeveless top; and she had those haunting come-to-bed eyes so prevalent in Latin countries. Her deeply tanned legs were bare apart from a pair of loose khaki shorts, and a pair of well-worn black sneakers. Her ass, which I had the good fortune to explore intimately a little later, was firm and round. Melita had been looking for a youth hostel I had never heard of and I explained it was most unlikely to be on this hill, which is occupied mainly by expensive high-rise apartments, trendy tourist shops and a bloody great white church. "I just need place for sleep tonight," she declared, her hands waving despairingly in the air, "before fly home tomorrow." "And where is home?" "Sao Paulo, is in Brazil." I pointed up at my hotel and tentatively suggested that, as it was off-season, they might have a room free, but unfortunately for my active libido she took one look at it and remarked it would be too expensive for her. Then she looked back at me curiously through those devastating eyes. "You stay there?" I nodded, watching her take a sip of her Carlsberg, idly wondering how often that delicious mouth had slipped over the head of an eager cock, my own starting to show solid interest in the proceedings. The beer foam on her lips completed a highly erotic picture. "You are there just you?" She sounded surprised, maybe she had discovered that Paris beds are designed for two. "Uh huh. Business trip." She stared at me for a long moment as if weighing up the situation, no doubt picking up my salacious thoughts, and certainly not missing my eyes dwelling on her vibrant youthful body. It didn't go amiss either that she had glanced more than once at the ill-concealed growing bulge in my pants. I was on the verge of offering her the hospitality of part of my bed, preferably the middle part, when she seemed to come to a decision and leaned towards me, pointing a finger first at me and then at herself. Her English was very broken, but her request was unmistakeable in any language. "I sleep your room, you sex me." Even though that precise activity was foremost in my mind, I still managed to choke on my drink! And 'sex her' I did, three times I recollect, but not before I had shown some English courtesy and bought her a burger and fries and a couple more beers. She was so grateful for the meal that she granted me a heavy snog in a shop doorway on the way back to the hotel. It so happened that Melita was so horny that our first fuck, following joint investigation of each other's private parts in the tiny elevator, was a fully clothed screw up against the bedroom door as soon as we had closed it; somehow I had managed to work my erect cock up the loose leg of her shorts, her panties eased to one side! I freed and fondled her magnificent breasts while she expertly installed the aptly named French Letter. I idly wondered how many cocks had experienced this delightful service from her delicate fingers. Out of interest this hotel supplies condoms free with every room; the packet-of-three lies there in the drawer next to the Gideons Bible, a conflicting statement if ever there was one! Maybe safe sex gets God's blessing in France? Or more likely the hotel simply wants to reduce the laundry bill! Melita fucked in that enthusiastic amateurish way that only a 19 year old can, breathing hard and biting my neck as we humped desperately against that door, her eagerness almost to the point of being embarrassing; hardly surprising when I learned later that this was her first sex since leaving South America eight weeks ago! I remember apologising for ejaculating too quickly. Well, wouldn't you in that situation? After all I had gone without longer than she had. Although my motto is 'girls-cum-first' she clearly enjoyed pleasing me and suggested it would be her turn shortly. We undressed and soaped each other in the shower, slowly getting aroused again. Then, after drying each other off and spraying eau-de-cologne everywhere. we sat naked watching some soft porn, slowly caressing and masturbating each other towards the next round. Melita's pussy really turned me on; she was a little hairy down there, but the black pubes were trimmed to modest bikini lines. While she remained glued to the screen I buried my face in her scented haven and tongue-fucked her to a shuddering orgasm. I remember her surprise when I probed a gentle finger into her tight little asshole. She kissed my wet face passionately when I returned from the steamy jungle. "Brazil films more fuck," she remarked a little breathlessly, pointing to an obviously faked screen coupling. "I pay if you want see real fuck," I suggested in Pidgin English, picking up the remote, but she shook her head and grinned, and holding my stiff cock erect, installed another complimentary condom with her mouth, and promptly climbed on top of me. She kissed my mouth wetly and we both gasped as she slithered down my pole. "This real fuck!" And real fuck it was, in anyone's language! For a while her tight pussy assaulted me from above while I supported her bouncing breasts, she squealing in delight when I chewed on the nearest nipple. Melita then leapt off me and presented her ass in the air and I took her young sweet cunny deeply from behind while she rapidly frigged herself to another noisy orgasm. I don't climax easily again so soon with condoms, so while she calmed down I took the opportunity of once again exploring her intriguing honeypot with my tongue, my nose buried in the musky aroma of her curly pubic hair, finally teasing her tiny clitoris to another, but quieter, orgasm. Most girls I know love to be kissed while having sex and Melita was no exception. She glued herself to my mouth when I turned her over on to her back and swiftly entered her again, this time holding her legs in the air. My tongue made love to her mouth in time with my deep thrusting lower down. In this position her youthful vaginal walls were gripping me tightly but when she sensed I was ready to cum she pushed me away. "Cum! I see cum!" she cried and pointed to her tanned belly. Immediately catching on, I whipped off the condom and she watched intently as I squirted my cream up the length of her body, making sure I reached those gorgeous breasts, one spurt settling neatly under her chin. To cap the erotic occasion she put one finger into a small dollop next to her right nipple and placed it between her lips! This girl obviously watched too much porn back home! Seeing she was still high as a kite, I massaged my spunk into her tits with one hand, paying careful attention to her engorged nipples, while with the other I frigged her off into yet another grateful climax. To add icing to the cake she finally leant over me and licked the remainder of the cum off my shrinking member. After a quick fondle in another much needed shower we both fell naked, body to body into an exhausted sleep; after all she had been backpacking all day! We 'sexed' yet again when she woke me at dawn, pushing herself back on to me after finding me erect. Being a morning person it didn't take much persuasion to fill her with some freshly brewed man-juice while she happily played with herself. While lying together, our juices seeping out on the already dampened sheet, my brain returned to its allocated position in my anatomy and I solemnly considered the stupidity of not using the remaining hotel condom; but Melita assured me she was clean and on the pill; apparently tests are obligatory in her part of the world. Also I felt further relief knowing I was clean myself, and that she hadn't been with anyone in recent times. "Cream much nicer without rubber," she declared, heading for the coffee pot. I soon forgot the condom issue (forgive the pun) and was standing shaving in the bathroom when this delightful teenager surprised me yet again by squatting down and delving into the front of my boxers, feeding my limp cock into her mouth. "This say thank you for sleep here." Despite the early morning encounter I hardened instantly on her tongue. "You said thank you last night Melita, three times to be precise." Erotically she held the head of my cock against her tongue as she looked up at me, vigorously shaking her head, "No, no. Yesterday I want fuck, you want fuck, we did fuck. This..." she paused, with a long lick up the length of my shaft, "...this say thank you. Now I give Brazilian job." For the uninitiated who have never been to Rio, a Brazilian blowjob is cocksucking a la crème; the woman (or male if that's your choice) performs half the job before her man prepares her some breakfast, his reward for that being 'full' completion afterward. Then she sends him satisfied off to work. Using fingers, tongue and mouth, not forgetting the little finger in my small round hole, she quickly brought me close to the point of no return and then stopped. "Now we eat!" In the little restaurant I remembered struggling through croissants and coffee in total discomfort and frustration, but the wait was well worth it. Half an hour later she sat on the bed as I held her head and exploded into her throat with a pent-up force way beyond anything I could ever have imagined. And to complete the picture she merrily gulped the lot down with a huge grin! Her parting words as she lewdly licked her lips before trotting off down the hill were, "I not ever have English cream, it very good thank you. I take back to Brazil." It crossed my mind that my semen had never travelled with Varig Airlines before; but then I thought rather sadly it would probably be peed out into a toilet in the airport well before then! I suppose that experience could be the basis for another story but I seem to have told most of it. One-night stands are one-night stands; meet, drink, eat, suck, fuck and then fuck some more. All there was to it! Barely enough for one page. Sometimes I like a little romance to go with my sex. It certainly didn't happen here. I did however get her number and made a mental note to enquire of the Directors the possibility of opening a branch in South America! I digress. So here I was two years later with another beer at the very same table wishing she was here right now, I was even staying in the very same room. She would be 21 by now. I idly wondered if the stains of our vigorous passion had gone through to the mattress, probably to join dozens of others no doubt. Perhaps Marie-Claire and I would add another contribution on Tuesday! If hotel mattresses could only talk! Yuk! I smiled invitingly at a couple of passing females but without success, and I really wasn't in the mood to go clubbing tonight. I glanced at my watch, 5.45, and wondering if that air stewardess was airborne yet, finished my beer and trudged the final steps up to the hotel. Smiling hopefully at Margitte I requested my key and since it wasn't in its prescribed slot I assumed Lisa had forgotten to hand it in, or could she still be here? Maybe it wouldn't be the porn tonight after all! The porter let me into my room with a passkey and, you guessed it, she was still there, sitting on the bed, a huge grin on her face! "I thought…" I stammered with mixed emotions. "Cancelled," she interrupted. "Gatwick still closed." The immediate thought of this lovely lady with nowhere to go tonight sprang foremost to my mind; perhaps my evening's entertainment was rescued after all, a twitch from Little Tommy echoing my thoughts. Shrugging off my jacket I tossed my briefcase onto the solitary armchair and sat on the bed by her feet. She smirked, "Don't look so pleased, Heathrow has just reopened, I have to phone in at six…." I looked at my watch, it was nearly six now, my brief erotic hopes went into reverse. "…in the morning," she added with a wicked smile. "Okay," I replied, trying to appear calm and disinterested. "Then we obviously have a situation here." "Not really," she smiled softly, " I think compromise is the word if you are in agreement." "Of course, whatever. What do you have in mind?" "Well, before you go all gallant and suggest sleeping on the sofa, and I note that we are short of one said sofa and," she pointed to the armchair, "I am certainly not going to sleep in that thing; I suggest we come to some sort of arrangement about the bed?" I pretended to head for the door. "Shops are still open, I'll go buy a saw." She laughed and grabbed my arm, "Don't be silly, we are both grown up adults, it's a big bed and I think we can share it without any argument, don't you?" "How could I possibly argue with a proposition like that?" Her green eyes flares as she continued, "Assuming your kind hospitality is extended?" She still had hold of my arm and I placed my hand on hers. "Of course it is. And if I may, I will repeat my offer of buying you dinner. I would like to prove to you that Paris isn't all that you think it is. And as it's early we could even take in a bar first." She hesitated for a few seconds. "Okay with me, but only if I can pay for the wine?" "You might regret that, I have expensive tastes." "I know that, you are with me!" Suddenly the smile left her face and she got up off the bed and took my hands in hers, a concerned look in her eyes. Her nails were painted a delicate pearly pink. The whole of my body tingled at her touch. "God, what am I thinking of? This is Paris, it's Friday and you might have had a date. I am so sorry Tom. " "You're okay, I have all week for that and as it happens I don't have a date until Tuesday, and that won't necessarily get as far as this," I added, patting the bed, smiling knowingly. I showed her the photographs of the applicants; she paused at the picture of Marie-Claire. "Bet you're hoping it will though?" she replied with a wink. "Such an event I wouldn't find too disappointing," I tried to reply with an indifferent air, but failed by ending up with a wide grin. "He looks fit," She was peering at one of the males I had rejected. "I would take him on, and I don't necessarily mean for work!" "The girls at Head Office showed some interest in that one too." "So, do you have a habit of dining all your staff? Or only the females?" I smiled. "Only the ones with potential, and I do mean work!" Suddenly Lisa stood up and patted my shoulder. "If we're going out I need to change, will you be a gentleman and go study that sunset for five minutes?" I sensed that she was going along with my exaggerated formality; I discovered later that she was quite capable of stripping off right there in front of me without any preamble. A grumpy Taxi Parisien took us a popular bar near the Bastille, where we shared a half bottle of white, followed by a short walk across the square to le Bofinger, an exclusive brasserie whose speciality is poisson. My sexy companion wore a lemon coloured knitted dress which touched every part it covered, accentuating her slender figure, the small breasts, slender waist and petite little bum clearly outlined with no VPL. Before we left the hotel she had asked me if I would like to see her with her hair down. "I have no answer to that!" I had retorted. She did so and the transformation was stunning, gone was the severe ponytail and the slender swan-like neck, her face was now framed softly by cascading ginger curls. All at the flick of a brush! A huge pair of silver curtain rings, now swung from her ears. The maitre'di pretended to recognise me from my last visit and honoured us with his Place Royale as he put it, informing us this used to be Princess Di's favourite table. Idly I made a mental note to avoid driving through any riverside tunnels that night. We enjoyed a delightfully mellow white burgundy while we gazed out at the famous 18th century prison, wondering how this huge edifice could have been anything but impregnable. To start our meal we shared a platter of fruits-de-mer, and chatted between courses; the food was too delicious to interrupt with small talk. "I see no ring Tom, are you not married?" "Happily not, been there got the t-shirt." She smiled and looked down at her own outstretched fingers, her right hand sprouting a large oval emerald stone. "And you?" "I have two men in my life, or had, one each side of the pond. My husband Sean in New York, and an old friend in Guildford." "But no wedding ring?" She sighed heavily, noticing my focus on her hand. "Sean is barely what you would call a husband. He's in New York Presbyterian in a coma, result of a car crash last year." I placed my hand over hers. "I am so sorry, I shouldn't have asked." She frowned. "Don't be. He was on his way back from screwing a client, and I don't mean screw as in business. I might have forgiven him if he'd been honest about it." Our main course arrived with great flourish. I'd opted for their famous seafood sauerkraut. Lisa, having curiously enquired after the, as she put it, 'hard-on en daube culinaire' and being advised that it was actually 'hardoin', braised pigs trotter, settled for the smoked haddock. "I suppose that wasn't the first time?" I continued. "Damn right it wasn't. He put me through absolute shit, fucking anything in a skirt. And there I was flying around the world with opportunities to have my own fun, but stupidly I remained totally loyal to him." "How long have you been with him?" "Too long. Fuck him. I only go to see him now to make sure that cow of a sister of his doesn't get him to change the will. Call me a hard bitch if you like but that's it, I've had it up to here." Tears started to well up in her eyes, I passed her my serviette. "It might seem mercenary Tom, but that's life. He's fucked his up, I want to enjoy the rest of mine. If he'd told me that he wanted to screw around, I might have felt free to do the same myself, and perhaps we would have survived, and he wouldn't now be lying there dying." After that admission we ate for a while in silence, enjoying the delicious food and each other's company. For the final course we shared again, an exquisite millefeuille. "So how come this Guildford guy gets to enjoy what is obviously a very delightful sexy body? If it's not a rhetorical question?" She lowered her eyes in mock modesty. "Thank you for that. Did enjoy, past tense." "Oh?" She stared intently at me for a moment while she sipped from her glass. "I have known Graham back from schooldays, we grew up together but drifted apart when he got married." "You were never lovers then?" "Not then, no. But when things started to go wrong with him and his wife Sally, and I found out about Sean, we sort of cried on each other's shoulder. In my hotel bed as it happens!" I grinned at her with a knowing look. "So what went wrong, you and Graham I mean?" "We were really chalk and cheese. I make no secret of the fact that in the bedroom I like to be a bit adventurous, but he is very much Mister Missionary Man. Besides, he still had a thing for his wife, so his heart wasn't in it." She paused while the waiter cleared our empty plates. "Just his dick", she added, grinning. "So that's why you've stopped seeing him?" Atlantic Virgin She shook her head. "Sally found out, poor thing. Found condoms in his briefcase, and she is on the pill!" "Ooops." "Silly boy really, because we had stopped using them." "Wasn't that a bit dodgy?" "Not really, neither of us had been with anyone, just him and Sally, and me, nada." "So nobody since Graham then?" I raised my brows with clear interest. "Now that would be telling, wouldn't it!" "It would." I grinned at her hopefully. She shook her head. "All I will say is, in this job I get plenty of offers." She recognised the eagerness in my eyes. "And usually I have to turn them all down. Well, maybe not all of them!" She giggled suggestively as the waiter refilled her glass and I ordered another plastic-burning bottle of the same. Was this an opening I asked myself, the woman was quite a mystery, one minute full of innuendo, the next totally withdrawn in herself. Little T was wondering where he would spend the night; comfortably ensconced in a moist female cavity, or tucked up asleep in my pants? She stared intently at me over her glass, planting a hand on mine on the table. "You look like a safe-sex sort of guy." "Ha! I wish. At present it's a bit like wearing a bullet proof jacket with no one firing at you." "Oh dear. I bet you always carry condoms though just in case?" Was she hinting again? "Is that an invitation?" She smiled. "Just conversation Tom." "Well, I can't think the last time I didn't use protection. I haven't had a long enough relationship to trust anyone, apart from my marriage, and sex was pretty much a no-no there." "That's such a shame because it's so nice doing it without." "Tell me about it." Beneath the table Little Tommy so heartily agreed with her that he wept a tear into my underwear. I remember being glad I was wearing dark chinos. Looking back to that moment that I realise I should have suggested that bareback sex between two such obviously safe people should not be an opportunity to be missed. But the moment passed when another couple sat down at the next table and our conversation steered off that subject. "So what went wrong with your marriage, or am I prying?" "Not at all. I was rather attracted by the money and rashly married into a very religious family. She didn't believe in sex before marriage, and not much afterwards either. Trust me to find one of those." "Oh God. I think trial runs are absolutely essential." She giggled. "About a hundred minimum!" I laughed too. "In retrospect I agree, and that should have been a warning. She was a virgin and believed that sex was for procreation only." "And did you procreate?" "Yes, a boy and a girl. They live with her now in Scotland." "So there you are, you got to shag her twice, don't see what you're complaining about," she laughed. "Anyone serious since?" "Not really, the only girl I really wanted a long relationship with is married, so I have just stuck to the occasional fling." And with a suggestive look, "And recently flingless." "But isn't Paris supposed to be good for flinging?' I nodded slowly. "It has its opportunities." "Well, I hope you're successful, maybe you will have to wait until Tuesday." "In Paris, who knows?" I questioned her eyes with my own. We were now flirting quite openly with each other, I wondered who would make the ultimate move. She looked down at the bill lying in its little leather folder. "What do I owe for the wine Tom?" I snatched it away quickly, trying to convert the row of Euros into Pounds. "This one is on me Lisa, you can do next time. If there is one?" I cocked my head, passing a seemingly huge wad of notes to the waiter. "We'll see," she laughed as I helped her on with her green leather jacket. "Depends if you keep me awake snoring or not." I wanted to keep her awake for something far more interesting than that, but suppressed my obvious reply. It seemed things were progressing in the right direction. This flame only needed a spark, who would strike the match I wondered? ** "Nightcap?" I ventured as we entered the hotel. The bar was deserted apart from the young couple I had earlier seen entering the room adjacent to mine. I was soon going to climb into bed with this gorgeous female but still didn't know if we were going to have sex or not; it was exciting and frustrating all at the same time. I had made all the moves so far, I felt it was now down to her. We downed a couple of scotches each while we carefully avoided the subject of sex and talked about our work. The other couple soon departed, their nocturnal intentions clearly indicated by the urgent touching of lips and hands, the barman too was looking bored, but then in Paris they are like that all day long! Lisa knocked back the last of her drink and yawned. "I'm tired, let's go to bed." "Under normal circumstances that would be music to my ears." She laughed. "Under normal circumstances I wouldn't have said I'm tired!" We entered the elevator, where I had planned on kissing her, but two more people squeezed into the tiny space before I could move in for the kill. As we approached our room we heard giggling from the one adjacent, and smiled knowingly at each other as I opened the door. "I hope you are going to be able sleep next to me okay," I ventured, hoping that she may offer a reason for us to stay awake. "Why, do you really snore? Oh please don't tell me, you dream out loud!" I placed my hand on her back as we entered the room, the big bed beckoning us like a huge magnet. "If I do Lisa, it will surely be of you." "Aaaah that's so sweet." She took my hand and pressed it to her lips, a glint in her eye. "Just give me plenty of warning if it's a wet one will you?" I wondered if she realised that I was already halfway to that condition. She sat on the bed and removed her shoes. "What would you do if it was?" I probed. My cock was now fully erect in my pants, my boxers doing little to restrain its eagerness; suddenly I didn't care any more if she noticed it. Surely I would have to be a eunuch to sit on the bed next to this woman and not be aroused. I was just waiting for those magic words, 'I want you to fuck me Tom, fuck me hard.' "Then I would have to keep out of the firing line wouldn't I! It wouldn't be the first time," throwing her shoes into a corner. I looked at her intently. "Oh really?" "Do you know that asshole of a husband used to lie there next to me and masturbate while I was asleep, or at least he thought I was." "You're joking. And he had a licence to fuck, so to speak!" I felt secure in using dirty words now, we must surely be near to ripping off each other's clothes in a mad sexual frenzy. What was holding us back? Was each too proud to take the next step? "Exactly!" "That's crazy! How can a sane man lie in bed next to you and not want to make love?" I almost blushed when I realised what I had said, and she quickly dampened my spirits. "Well Tom, you might just have to find that out for yourself." No knowing which way to take that I managed a weak laugh, my erection now clearly on view. "Then I will cling on to the word 'might.'" The fact that she was still willing to share my bed knowing that I so obviously fancied her was reassuring. Perhaps her plan was to catch me unawares in the night? Or she was truly tired and planned to wake me for early morning sex? If so, it would be a long night. We took turns with the bathroom, my suggestions that, since hot water supplies were limited at night and we might have to share, were met with a soft punch in the ribs. While Lisa was gone I exchanged my black boxers for a red pair, knowing they were moderately discreet, comfortable and had easy access to their contents. Since they would do little to hide my extremely aroused condition I was under the duvet by the time she emerged. She was wearing a totally sexless but very perfunctory knee length Giants t-shirt. She saw my disparaging look. "In case you are wondering, yes, I do have pants on under here!" "So have I," I laughed. Without further ado she slid under the duvet, pecked me on the cheek, turned out the light and turned her back on me. The clock on the TV informed me it was 12.32. I had already opened the shutters allowing us a panoramic view of night-time Paris. "Wow," she sighed, "That's stunning. I could look at that all night." "Everyone to their own choice," I retorted. Saturday The fucking started at precisely 1.07 a.m. Unfortunately it wasn't happening in my bed. At least not yet. Like most ageing continental hotels the walls are not renowned for their acoustic privacy and the time-honoured sounds of sex permeated with none too little clarity through the one immediately behind my head. I recalled the young couple in the bar and had a vivid mental picture of them copulating naked on their bed just a few feet away. I visualised him lying on his back, his excited prick pointing to the ceiling as his sexy partner slowly lowered herself down on to it, her pendulous tits swinging in his face as she started sliding wetly up and down his stiff cock. That vision, plus the heat and fragrance emanating from the body close to mine, aroused me once again. As I listened in to the erotic sounds of lovemaking from the next room, I silently caressed my own engorged member, little knowing at the time that Lisa was doing exactly the same between her own legs. Moving slowly so as not to disturb her I turned to see if she had heard the commotion. I needn't have bothered, she was also wide-awake, lying facing me, her dazzling green eyes intent on mine. She smiled. "Can't sleep?" I whispered. She shook her head slowly, her eyes questioning mine. Was she also turned on by the events next door? My mind whirled, the sexual tension in the room could be cut with a knife. 'Sounds like a fabulous fuck, shall we join them?' was what I really wanted to say, but all I could manage was a feeble, "Sorry about the walls." Our ears focused on the girl's groaning as her lover continued to pound into her eager body. "It's okay, I'm used to this," she whispered, as if not to disturb the passion continuing behind us. I savoured her warm sweet breath with a hint of garlic as it wafted past my face. I so wanted to plunge my mouth upon hers, followed by some urgent plunging lower down. "You forget I spend half my life in hotel rooms. You should hear what goes on in New York sometimes, it would make your hair curl." "You must tell me sometime, even better take me there and show me." She smiled mischievously, "That would mean sharing a room with you again wouldn't it?" "Exactly!" I grinned in the near dark. I felt some precum ooze from my cock and spread it over the head as I continued to stroke myself discreetly, and the groaning from next door got louder. I knew my lustful feelings for Lisa would soon be out of control, Little Tommy was demanding action. The girl behind the wall suddenly stared to giggle. "Sounds like she's having a fit." Lisa giggled too. "Sounds like a tight one!" "Surely one of them must cum soon." I observed, thinking that if they don't, I will. "My very same thoughts. Do you know the same happened in the room next to me last night? Must be something in the air." "It's called Paris, the city of love." "City of sex, by the sound of it." We lay silently for a minute or two as we listened to the young lovers reach their peak, our own eyes still locked, searching, knowing, wanting, now accepting that each was waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, it came from her. "Are you touching yourself?" she whispered. I hesitated, and then nodded with a sheepish grin. "Yes. Are you?' She grinned back in childish fashion. "Of course I am silly!" I was about to ask if she needed a hand when she placed a finger on my lips. "Before you say anything, those two in there aren't the real reason I was awake." At that moment our male neighbour gave a huge groan as he reached his climax. Idly I wondered if he was shooting bareback inside his partner. "At last!" Lisa sighed with relief. "I thought he would never get there!" "You were saying? What was the reason then?" "Actually, it's you Tom. I have just realised this is the first time I have ever slept with a man and not slept with him, if you get the drift?" I got the drift okay, instantly. So did Little Tommy with a sudden jerk of anticipation. She had thrown down the gauntlet and I, being a man of honour, accepted gladly. "In which case I would hate to be the one to spoil a record like that." "Thank God!" Her eyes filled with relief and I felt her move closer to me, her mouth descending on mine, the desire awakening instantly in our sexually charged bodies. As our tongues played inside our eager mouths our hands instinctively went straight to each other's groin, searching and exploring the hardness and the moisture. Inside her loose briefs the soft lips of her pussy were moist and open from her fingering, and deep inside her private place she was gloriously wet and slippery to my touch. She was clearly aching for sex as much as I was. "God you are hard," she whispered, gripping me with little vice-like fingers, "How long have you been like this?" "Since I first saw you in reception," I joked. "And you feel lovely and wet, was that those because of those two in there?" "Mmm, that's so nice." She squirmed with pleasure on my exploring fingers. "Partly, but I guess I've been in the mood all evening. Typical male, didn't notice!" She gave me a haughty look and gave my cock a hard squeeze. "I dropped enough hints myself!" "Words Tom, words. I like action. But I did think you were going to make a move in the lift." "You're dead right! For years I've had this fantasy of fucking a girl in a lift. If it hadn't been for that couple I would have done! I've been horny for you all evening Lisa, but to be honest I had you down as a bit of a prick-tease. And I'm not forgetting you're a married woman either." "Only in name, as I said earlier, fuck him." She started to stroke my cock. "I could definitely tease this prick a little. And talking of fucking, do you want me or don't you?" She gasped as I responded by wriggling a second finger into her lubricated slit, then grinning as my manhood twitched in her hand. "It seems you do." Crossing her arms over her head, she removed her t-shirt and threw back the covers. Before I could shout condom we had both removed our pants and she had climbed on top of me, her tiny pert breasts hovering tantalisingly above my face. Still holding on to my aching cock she guided me deep into her eager pussy. Lisa resembled a pole dancer as she slithered her way up and down my shaft, shaking her head wildly in passion, her ginger hair wafting across her face. I gripped her sides and assisted with her rapid assault on my cock by lunging upwards in time with her, both gasping out loud each time we reached full penetration. Slowly and methodically we started to make love, fingers caressing, our eyes locked together in total lust as we hungrily coupled and passionately kissed. When my fingers reached down to her tender clitoris she cried out with the thrill of my touch, "Oh fuck, I love that," her words increasing my own desire for release. "Come on Tom," she almost shouted, "Make some noise, let's give them something in return," She was of course indicating the now quiet lovebirds immediately behind the thin wall. "I bet they are listening to us, I want them to hear you fuck me." "In which case" I growled, reluctantly lifting her off my prick. "Turn over, on your knees." "Oooh macho man, I like doggy." She gripped the headboard in preparation, the juicy peach of her vagina was now facing me and glistening with desire in the semi-darkness, inviting further penile invasion. The aroma of her desire drew my face into her rear, my tongue relishing the taste of her juicy nectar as it seeped from between her lips, finally moving softly over the little rosebud of her asshole. "Mmmm that's fabulous honey, you can do that all night," she muttered into the pillow, "But first I want more of that fat cock. Please fuck me." Those three magic words being music to all horny ears, I re-entered her from behind, both of us groaning loudly in delight as I plunged into her in one long sweet stroke and we started to move together in that delightful rhythm that can only come from doggy sex. She met me thrust for thrust, her arm a blur as she frantically fingered her clitoris. Lisa started to tremble, I knew she was close. "Ready?" I whispered. "Yes," she hissed. "Cum with me Tom, cum inside me, give me your cum baby, give me your hot cream." Not being one to refuse such an urgent female request, I paused for that magic moment of no return, felt my balls swell in surrender and with one deep thrust and a loud gasp I released my spunk into her hot love tunnel. Her body stiffened as I continued to pump my juices deep inside her womb, and then released a loud cry herself as she orgasmed, her whole body shaking with release. Exhausted, I slowed the fucking but she continued to hump back hard against me as if to extract every final drop from my body. Slowly we wound down, she still kneeling, me still deep inside her trying to maintain my erection with slow strokes, feeling our warm wetness seeping out on to the inside of her thighs. "Fuck," she whispered, slowly collapsing on to her front, me lying loosely on her back, still clinging on to my penetration. "That was something else." I kissed her neck and softly stroked the sides of her breasts, still trying to stay inside her with a rapidly wilting cock. She twisted her neck to meet my eyes and we kissed softly. "God, I needed that. I think I love you already." "I love you too. And I thought you only wanted to borrow my room. You women are so unpredictable!" We both laughed in relief and then she put a finger to her lips, pointing to the wall. "Listen." Groans, not dissimilar to our own could be heard, and if anything less restricted than before. "We got them going again!" Sweating a little, I slid off her back, my cock sliding out with a silent plop, accompanied by some of our cum, and we laid side by side. I hooked my arm around her, her head falling naturally on to my shoulder, wandering fingers naturally finding their way to the comfort of each other's very sticky groin. "Listen to that, I am sure he is doing it for our benefit." "I think he's doing it for his own pleasure actually!" We kissed wetly, sucking passionately on each other's lips, tongues fleetingly touching, as we listened to their renewed lovemaking, just as they must have listened to us. My cock was showing renewed interest in her little hand, and I slid a delicate finger deeply within her wet lips, her prominent clitoris yet too sensitive to touch. "I think it's lovely that we turned them on again." "I think the reverse is happening too." She giggled as she spat on her hand and slowly stroked me back to a full erection. One of her perky tits was lying on my chest, the nipple very erect, demanding attention. I noticed the lack of tan lines. I withdrew my finger from her and planted some of our love juices on to her breast and gently circled in toward the nipple, gripping it strongly as we kissed again. "God, you are so fucking sexy," I gasped between her lips. "I know," her tongue flickered against mine. "You want to cum again don't you?' I was now fully erect, as she had speeded up her stroking. "You bet! And you?" "Silly question mister. Of course I do! I will cum anytime it's on offer!" With that she licked her fingers and I followed her cue by scooping some of my cum from her thigh and smearing softly it over her clitoris. Atlantic Virgin We continued our urgent kissing and masturbating each other as we enjoyed the erotic sounds of the sex from next door. When they noisily approached climax we timely brought each other off, adding extra loud grunts and groans for their benefit, and when they started giggling we knew they had heard us. Lisa brought her cum-laden fingers to her mouth, lewdly licking each one clean, then lovingly ran her wet fingers down my face as I gently caressed her soft breasts. "Tom, don't get me wrong when I said I love you. What I meant was I love your cock, I love your taste..." She licked her lips, "...and I love the way you fuck." "I love the way I fuck too." I joked. We kissed again, this time softly and with gentle passion as newfound lovers rather than like a pair of lust crazy teenagers. I pulled away from her and moved down the bed. "And just what do you think you are going mister?" She grinned knowingly in the semi-darkness. "My mother taught me to always clean up my own mess and leave things how I found them." My mouth descended toward the swollen lips of her pink pussy. "Even though you were wet to start with!" "Mmmm thank you mother!" she put her hands firmly behind my head, pulling my face into her wonderfully wet haven of love. I savoured our remaining juices still seeping from that delicious pink crevice, occasionally curling my tongue and exploring deep inside, and then centred my attention on her prominent clitoris. Have so recently reached a second explosive orgasm, it took little persuasion for her to climax again, her hips shaking and jerking off the bed as I brought her off. She turned her head and bit into the pillow as I kept up the ministrations with the point of my tongue until in desperation she pushed my head away. "No more please Tom, she's very sensitive." I moved back up the bed, it had gone very silent next door. With tears in her eyes we kissed again and she tasted herself on my tongue and licked her lips with delight. "Mmm, if there's one flavour I love more than a man, that's the taste of me." "Do you taste yourself when you masturbate?" "Oooh yes, that's one of the best bits! Really turns me on." With that she delved into her pussy and lewdly placed her nectar-laden finger on her tongue, withdrawing it with a loud smack of her lips. "Mmm, tasty!" With a wicked grin she asked me, "Do you like tasting yourself Tom when you cum?" "Only if it's in a girls mouth or, like just now, in her pussy. I know it turns them on." "Oh it sure does, but I meant when you masturbate." "Can't say I have. I do taste my pre-cum sometimes when I'm really horny." "Really?" "Yes, it's sweeter, and slippery like pussy juice." "You think I don't know that?" We laughed together and I kissed her forehead as we settled down to sleep, spooning together and not before she thanked me again. "Not many have licked me and made me cum after sex. Thank you mister nice guy." "No problem. I have a motto: Girls come first, and girls come last." "Nice one. It should be made a law." "Apart from that I enjoy it." "You really don't mind your own taste?" "Not now, no. I reasoned that if a girl can stand the taste of me in her mouth, why shouldn't I?" "My reasoning exactly. When did you first do it?" "Long time ago at college, a girl friend suggested it, I was a bit nervous at first, but then got to quite like it, especially as I realised that it turned her on like crazy." "It does with me too, it sort of makes everything complete. You know what I mean?" I nodded slowly and from the ensuing silence I guessed that our neighbours had fallen into an exhausted sleep. We were soon to join them. As we slowly drifted off, our naked sweaty bodies cuddled tightly together I visualised the four of us all together in one big bed watching each other have sex. Maybe even swapping partners in the dark and starting all over again. I wondered if Lisa was up for that sort of thing, she seemed broadminded enough and she certainly got off on listening to them. She wriggled, trying to get comfortable against my pole of flesh digging into the cleft of her buttocks. "Have you ever swallowed any of it?" "What, my cum?" Lisa seemed fixated with the subject. "Yes." "Yes, I guess I must have done. I guess I did just now. Would it be appropriate to ask if you do the same?" "Don't be silly!" And with that she drifted off to sleep. Was I being silly suggesting that she did swallow, or didn't? Women! We love to fuck them, and we fuck to love them. Saturday The sun was already lighting up one wall of the bedroom when I was rudely awakened by the Lone Ranger. I am still convinced that Signor Rossini did not intend William Tell to be a wake-up call. A slender arm attached to the warm body I was still embracing reached out blindly trying to silence the offending cell phone. After peering at the message for a second or too she passed it to me as I was nearer to the window, mumbling something incoherent. I assumed she wanted me to read it. "What if it's from some Yankee with a long black dick?" "Then tell him I'm busy with a Limey with a short white one!" I squeezed her breast affectionately. "I didn't hear any complaints last night." Lisa yawned. "Just read the bloody thing, it's showing the Virgin ring code." The message was indeed in code, I assumed this to be some sort of airspeak. 'Lisa. G-VFLR now R06 light to MIA. Pls join VS015 Tue 0800. LS' Lisa was obviously a professional code breaker for she nodded with a grunt the second time I read it out. "So what does that lot mean?" She sighed contentedly. "It means I get to stay in bed." She wriggled closer to me allowing my morning woody to nestle tightly between the cheeks of her ass. I began to wonder if it had ever gone down at all in the night. "Sounded double-dutch to me." This time a deep impatient sigh. "It's quite obvious really. The plane I was on is now going empty to Miami with a skeleton crew of six, which thankfully excludes yours truly. And I have to go back to work on Tuesday, bloody Orlando flight. Orlando, fuck!" "What's with Orlando? I quite like Donald Duck." "Donald Duck doesn't fly Virgin Tom, but two hundred screaming kids do." I pulled her close, our bodies hot and sticky together. "I'm so glad you can stay." She pulled my hands to her stomach, increasing the pressure of my cock between her cheeks. "Mmm, me too." "So we have what, two, three more nights?" She shook her head. "Sorry honey, I still have to go to London tomorrow, it's my mum's 60th and she's having a special do." She sensed my disappointment in my silence and turned to face me with sleepy eyes. "It's not until Sunday evening, and we do have tonight. That's assuming I can still share your room?" She questioned me with a sleepy grin and started to slide her belly against my erection, releasing a silvery trail of pre-cum on her silky skin. "Anyway, all to the good, I shall be long gone by the time you stick that thing into your new secretary." "You're okay with that?" "Why shouldn't I be?" she replied indignantly. "After all, we haven't even known each other a day yet, and I do have a life to lead too you know. Meanwhile…" wriggling her hips suggestively, "…back at the ranch…." I replied by easing the head of my cock down to the moist lips of her pussy. She lifted her thigh slightly, inviting easier access. "Would you have liked me to watch you screw her while I played with myself?" I groaned an affirmative as her lips opened against the pressure of my prick. With the erotic picture she had just painted I savagely pulled her on to me, slipping easily deep inside her, and although she was still very lubricated from last night's love-making, she still gasped at the sudden invasion of her body. "Fuck, that's nice. You would like that wouldn't you?" she continued. I nodded, and started to fuck her vigorously as she lay grinning beside me. "Do you think she would mind? Perhaps she likes girls too, then I could join in? I heard that a lot of Parisian women are bisexual." We both groaned as we moved together, our genitals locked together in lust. "You are one bloody sexy bitch," I panted. "Would it turn you on if she was?" She grinned. "Too right, I would be in there before you!" I fingered her clit as we now slowed down and made love side by side, a threesome our silent fantasy as we both sought a rapid orgasm. However she still managed to talk as well as screw. "Did you know that most airline girls are either gay or bisexual, it's because of all those nights we have to share rooms on stopover." "So you've been with another girls then?" "Not really, nothing more than kissing and a quick feel just to see what it was like, that was at uni. One day when I find the right girl I want to go all the way." "Wow, you really are turning me on." I moved within her with long steady strokes, my orgasm approaching. "That's one of the reasons I joined Virgin, I knew I would have plenty of girlfriends if I wanted one. The guys never get a look in, most of them are gay anyway. But I haven't found one I fancy yet." "I would love to watch you with another girl" I whispered, my thrusting once again increasing in momentum as I pictured her tongue tenderly teasing the moist lips of a willing pussy, while I screwed her hard from behind. "Play your cards right and you might sweetheart." She grimaced as I plunged as deep as I could go into her delicious sweet cunny, her hips thrusting to meet mine. The vision of another girl getting off on Lisa's tongue was too much for me. I stiffened, and blew, flooding the inside walls of her excited body. She took over possession of her clit and came to a rapid orgasm herself so quickly that I was still shooting my last spurts into her. We lay there side by side, both sweating freely, the smell of stale sex mingling with the new. My hands caressed her little breasts as I kissed her neck. "Funny how two girls together blows a man's mind," she smiled softly at me, her hand caressing a wilting apology for a cock. "Women are more sensual, I think that's the reason." "Maybe we taste better?" "Let's put it to the test shall we?" She got the drift immediately and we both placed our fingers inside her, scooped out some juices and smeared them on each other's lips, spreading our combined nectar, our mouths sliding together in a slippery kiss. We laid quietly as we kissed and caressed, she with her eyes closed, lost in her thoughts, me tracing my fingers lightly over her face. Suddenly her eyes snapped open. "Want to do it again Tom?" "What?" Knowing what she was suggesting but amazed to believe she was ready again so soon. "Fuck, of course, silly. I love mornings in bed." "Bloody hell, you're insatiable." "Hey! I've been without for two months, you just happened to get in the way of my needs." Much as I was tempted, I knew that a repeat so soon would be a dry run. "How about we have breakfast, go for a walk and lunch and then come back for some afternoon delight?" She pouted with her lower lip. "I guess that sounds okay if you want to wait that long." "Best things are worth the wait." She kissed me again on the mouth and gave me a gentle squeeze down below, then looked at her watch. She looked down at the wilted cock in her hand and gave me a mischievous look. "It's early yet, let's have a shower. Do you realise I haven't even tasted this lovely weapon of yours yet?" And taste it she did, very rapidly, under a stream of tepid water, but not enough to get me fully hard again so soon. She saved me my embarrassment by suggesting she might be getting a little sore down below after coming into contact with the soap. While she got dressed and phoned Eurostar about a train for tomorrow I ventured down in search of food, she apparently not a breakfast person. The young lovers from the next room were already eating and, on recognising me, grinned rather sheepishly. They introduced themselves as Jo and Leo and invited me to sit with them as the other five tables were already occupied; weekends were obviously a target for croissant aficionados. I asked if they were enjoying Paris and they said how could they not as it was their honeymoon. I wondered if last night was their first together. "I trust you are enjoying it?" with a wink at Jo. She had that 'I-had-loads-of-sex-last-night' written all over her flushed face. He grinned and apologised for disturbing us in the night. "No problem, our pleasure." "Yes we heard. It sounded fun didn't it Jo?" She looked very embarrassed and muttered something into her muesli. Emboldened, I suggested it would be interesting if hotel walls weren't opaque, and he earned himself a dig in the ribs when he heartily agreed. Jo stuffily declared that they weren't into that sort of thing, abruptly got up from the table and stomped off in the direction of the elevator. "Ooops!" I raised an eyebrow. "Lovers tiff?" "Nah. She's just a bit tired." We continued eating and I asked where they got married. "Last Saturday in Niles, just outside Chicago. We go back Monday." "Niles. Wasn't he the brother in Frasier?" "You got it. So what about you guys, from last night it sounded too good for you to be married!" I laughed. "We're not, in fact we only met lunchtime yesterday." "Cool man! You don't waste much time." I shrugged my shoulders. "She needed a bed and the hotel was full, so who was I to refuse?" "Ha ha, I don't have to ask if the sex was good!" "Phenomenal! Your new wife looks pretty hot too." "Damn right. She's wild man, she just gets prudish when I talk about sex to anyone else. Doing it and talking dirty no problem, she's a fuckin' animal!" In hushed tones he started to give me a detailed account of their bedside antics when I stopped him. "Hey! You forget we did hear you." "Yeah, of course, sorry. So how long you guys here for?" "Me, the rest of next week, but Lisa has to go to London tomorrow." "That's a bummer." As if on cue my new lover appeared looking even more stunning than yesterday. I began to introduce them but she interrupted, waving her phone in the air. "Tom, I got Eurostar on hold and my battery's gone flat, can I borrow yours?" She disappeared out the front door to finish her booking. "Wow," said Leo, "She's hot, no wonder you got her into your bed. Now I have a body to go with the soundtrack!" "Same here. Tell you what, if you're up for it let's listen out for each other tonight." "Deal. I won't tell her though. I'll just let it happen." With that he got up trying to hide a rather obvious erection. "I gotta go up and get Jo to sort this out." I laughed and was tucking into a second croissant when Lisa reappeared. "Got it," she exclaimed, "3.55 tomorrow but I could only get First Class. Never mind, Virgin will pay. She looked around the restaurant. "Was that the guy from next door?" I nodded. "Where did he go?" "For a quickie I think! He got a bit turned on chatting about last night. Seeing you didn't help!" "And…? "Nothing else, don't get excited, 'she's not that sort of girl' apparently." "Everyone's that sort of girl, just deep down they don't realise it. Can I have that last croissant thingy?" ** Our new neighbours were walking arm in arm down the hill ahead of us as we both remarked on the tight little ass swinging side to side in her tight jeans. "Sex with them would be real cool." Lisa mused. I squeezed her arm as we followed at a discreet distance. "Personally, I am quite enjoying the current twosome thank you." She laughed and kissed me on the cheek. "Me too. Paris doesn't seem so bad after all!" I kissed her back. "Sex is usually the answer to everything." The rain had cleared away and we decided to go walking but avoiding the barricaded-off Champs Elysee area. Like any female in Paris, Lisa wanted to go shopping, we decided to tackle that marathon on the way back. A coffee and an hour later we were wandering leisurely through the vast Luxembourg Gardens, not as large and informal as Hyde Park but still full of all walks of life. Elderly Parisians with their passion for miniature dogs ruled the roost, but there were many people on their own sitting on benches, reading or dozing. And of course the obligatory myriad of weekend lovers, some wandering like us, hand in hand in post-coital daze, some maybe even planning their next coupling. Being not too far from the Sorbonne, groups of students were sat smoking happily in 420-friendly groups, no doubt plotting their next protest march. Partly in shade from the already hot sunshine a vacant seat beckoned us and I hooked an arm around Lisa as her head fell naturally against my shoulder. Nearby there were a couple of teenagers lying on the grass making out under the shade of a chestnut tree. "So glad I offered you my room," I muttered, kissing the top of her head. She turned and looked up at me, a saucy smile in her eyes "Actually, you had little choice." "Pardon?" "If you hadn't offered I was going to ask you anyway. When I saw you arrive I thought you looked pretty cool and as I was missing male company, I pondered the idea of sharing a room. Deep down I was sort of hoping Mister Poker wouldn't search too hard." "Plonkere. Monsieur Plonkere." "Whatever." "You little bitch! And yet you never responded when I dropped a few hints." "It knew you fancied me, it was obvious something would happen, I sometimes like to see a man work for his pussy that's all." "I think I worked my ass off." "You did honey. You nearly spoiled my plans when we got in the lift though." "What plans?" with feigned innocence. " I just knew you were going to come on to me in there, but that couple got in. Not that I would have minded! What I really wanted to do was surprise you in the middle of the night, when you least expected it. I love doing that." "I rather think I would have approved of that!" I laughed. "Most men do!" I turned her head again and kissed her hard on her lips, my tongue forcing its way in. She responded by grabbing my arm and pulling me closer. "God, I still tingle down there, I'm so glad I let you fuck me." We sat silently watching some sparrows pecking at the remains of a discarded sandwich. She turned and stared deeply into my eyes. "Do you have any secrets Tom? Deep down sexual ones I mean, any fantasies maybe?" I kissed her lovingly on the nose. "Well, my immediate one would be to have a threesome with you and that Marie-Claire. I have never been with two girls, that's always been my deepest fantasy." "I think that one belongs to most guys." She sat upright suddenly. "So why don't you set it up Tom? I'm up for it if she looks anything like the photo. I've got to start sometime." My cock stirred at the thought, Lisa spotted the movement and patted it lightly. "See, he likes the idea too." I sighed. "Two problems with that. One, you will be gone before my date with her and two, how do we know she is bisexual?" "I didn't mean this weekend, that's for you to find out for another time. Anyway, everyone is bisexual, it's just that ninety per cent of people don't allow it to manifest. I don't want to be in that ninety any longer than I have to." She squeezed the growing lump in my pants. "If she likes this little guy as much as I do perhaps you can invite her over to London." "Less of the little please!" But I nodded vigorously at that idea. "You could borrow my apartment and I could walk in, catch you screwing her, rip off my clothes, and take it from there." I looked at her hungrily. "If there wasn't anyone around I would do that to you right here and now babe." I was fully hard again. Atlantic Virgin She pressed her lips to mine, gripping my cock. "Come on then big boy, let's do it. It seems ages since we had sex." I looked at my watch, it was barely four hours! "What, here? You must be joking!" Although the idea of a surreptitious screw on the grass was exciting enough, the thought of getting arrested for it wasn't. Night-time would be a different proposition. She pouted. "Why not? We wouldn't be the only ones, look at those two over by that tree. If they aren't doing it then that the strangest form of yoga I've ever seen!" That same couple were now lying facing each other still snogging heavily, but now moving imperceptibly together beneath an outspread raincoat. Their motion was clearly a penetrative one, the girl's flushed face revealing the internal pleasure she was secretly receiving. I caught Lisa's look of surprise when a couple of women pushing prams merely walked straight past them, smiled knowingly to each other and never gave a second glance. "Bloody hell they're cool, just like Central Park, but more out in the open." "Paris is for lovers my darling. Lovers are couples. Couples fuck. That's life." "Perhaps their babies were conceived in this park?" she mused, exchanging smiles with the mothers as they passed by. She took my hands in hers and rested them on my excited groin, staring intently into my eyes. "You called me my darling. I like that." Before I could reply an elderly over-bangled lady clutching a myriad of bags and with the obligatory poodle in tow, plonked herself wearily down at the end of our bench. "Fuck!" whispered Lisa, quickly withdrawing her hands. "I don't think she will approve of them." But the old girl didn't seem to take much notice of the couple either; she was more interested in feeding scraps to the flock of birds that had followed her arrival, as if by appointment. Since there were no other seats vacant and we didn't fancy the damp grass without a coat to sit on, we decided to sit her out. Lisa continued in the same vein, albeit a little quieter. "You still haven't told me any secrets, I've told you some of mine." I thought back to my childhood, and something I had never shared, ever. "It wouldn't be a secret any longer if I told you." "If you've never told anyone, don't you have that deep desire to share it with just one person…like me?" I nodded slowly. "You may have noticed darling, I am very broadminded, you won't shock me, I promise." She put a hand on my arm, and looked softly deep into my eyes. "Come on, you know you want to share with someone, make it me. Make me horny." I hesitated. "It's very private, I'm not sure what you will think of me, and I do want to sleep with you again tonight." She laughed. "Before then I hope darling!" She looked at me seriously. "Is it about another guy? If it is, I am okay with that, sort of turns me on." I kept glancing at the old lady, and she back at us in mock disapproval, but I assumed she didn't understand English; that was confirmed when she grinned toothlessly at my referring to her dog as an ugly fat sausage! I took a deep breath and nuzzled Lisa's ear with my lips, and whispered softly. "Okay, here goes. This is strictly between you and me (and readers too methinks as I write this!). When I was about fourteen or fifteen, I can't remember exactly, me and my best mate Martin used to masturbate together, usually looking at dirty magazines." I looked at her face for some form of revulsion but she simply smiled. "That's cool. Nothing special there, I used to do that with my best friend. So was it with each other or for each other?" "Oh I never touched him, well, not at that stage, although once think I wanted to, just out of curiosity. Is that weird, does that make me gay?" "No way. We were all curious as kids exploring that wonderful thing called sexuality. I was intrigued with girls as well as boys, my best school mate and I often used to look at each other down there, how much hair we had, how our boobs were growing, that sort of thing. We would even play a little, even if we didn't know what we were doing. But we never touched each other." She paused wistfully, recalling her puberty, "I do remember it feeling rather nice though!" She squeezed my arm. "You said 'not at that stage.'" With more confidence I continued. "One day the girl from next door walked in and caught us both wanking." "So what? Big deal honey. I caught my brother at it several times, although he never knew!" The bag lady had run out of bread and decided we weren't going to fornicate just yet, and with a grunt left in search of other candidates to frustrate. Lisa's hand returned to my crotch, urging it back to its former hardness. "Go on. What did she do?" "Helen, that's the neighbour, put her hand to her mouth and ran back out the room." "How old was she?" "About nineteen if I remember." "Shit! If that had been me at nineteen I would have stayed, I love to watch guys play with themselves." "And the reverse is true for me I assure you." "Good," she grinned, "We'll do that later then!" and gave my leaking erection a firm squeeze. "So what happened after that?" "Apparently Helen was still a virgin, yes at nineteen! She had been in a convent school up until then and hadn't really been exposed to boys. We found out she hadn't even masturbated until she was 18." "God, by then I must have been on my millionth orgasm!" I turned her face to mine and kissed her hard. She breathed into my mouth. "Tom, I want to fuck." "So do I but it's only been four hours." "Really? That long?" she taunted. "Listen. When, sorry if, you get to know me you will find that when I start something I really like, then for love nor money I can't stop." "Well for what it's worth I don't want you to stop." "I can see that," now stroking rather than squeezing. "Shall we go back to the hotel then?" "Not yet, I haven't finished my story." "Spoilsport! Tell you what, I want you to fuck me while you finish your story, that would really do it for me. I am soaking down here." Little Tommy informed me that he had recovered enough for a further instalment, so I was outvoted and we headed off arm in arm to the nearest Metro, but not before I had a surreptitious feel of her crotch. She truly was very wet. I discreetly licked the pungent aroma from my fingers. "Mmmm, keep her just like that." "No problem" she laughed, taking my hand and sniffing my fingers. "Yep, she's ready for some more." Standing in the crowded train we had a little game between us, looking at other passengers and guessing which ones had had sex already that day. I was certain of three women, Lisa picked out one of the same ones as me and one other herself. Imagine the shock when an English voice spoke right next to us. "You missed me you guys, I already had it twice!" and with that the skinny Goth chick grinned, flipped open the doors and darted off down the platform. There were obviously more English people around than we realised! ** All the way up the hill we whispered dirty nothings to each other, getting increasingly aroused, the blonde receptionist grinned as we hastened by on the way to the elevator. I winked at Margitte, she knew exactly what we had come back for, the state of my jeans probably gave her a mighty clue! The sign "ATTENTION! DANS REPARATION!" slightly postponed the rekindling of our passion as we had to take to the stairs, and the desperate animal hunger for each other grew with every step. At each turn we paused to kiss and grope; on one landing a pair of maids giggled and made some lewd comment in French, no doubt thinking one more pair of soiled sheets to change. By the time we reached the fifth we were like two dogs on heat and no longer decently dressed. One more floor and we would have been fucking up against the elevator doors! The room had not yet been made up, I put the sign on the handle, locked the door and seconds later were both bouncing naked on the bed. "Shit" exclaimed Lisa as her bum came into contact with the cold wet patch that we had manufactured earlier. Easing her toward the window the sun's rays caught the pre-cum glistening on my throbbing erection before I rapidly dispatched it into her eager slippery pussy. She gasped as I slid deliciously within her warm secret place, then winced when I reached full penetration. "You still sore?" "Just a bit. I'm okay if I stay wet, which shouldn't be a problem with this nice cock in me." She wriggled, urging me into action and we started to fuck. "Carry on with your story then." I had to ask her to remind me where I had got to. . "The girl ran out of the room?" "Oh yes, Helen. Martin panicked and ran after her, he was afraid she would go straight to her Dad and tell-tale. Being a bible puncher he believed that sex was only for the procreation of offspring, and definitely not before marriage." "Must be rough then if you never get married!" She looked at me very seriously, and then burst into laughter, then tapped my arm, "Sorry, carry on talking… and fucking please." I realised that I had slowed my tempo. "We learned later that he once caught her masturbating, beat her up and told her that was evil." "God what a jerk, I would have said fuck you and left home." "She did later. Her mother was the opposite, she was very broad-minded. I remember how she used to stare quite obviously at my shorts when I used their pool. Once there were several girls splashing around in skimpy bikinis and I came out of the water with a hard-on not knowing she was there, and she actually patted my bulge and remarked that would keep some young lady happy in the future. I think she would have been up for a little fun herself if I had responded in kind, it was unlikely she was getting any from her husband! But she was a little too old for me and I did have a girl friend at the time. Little did she know that lump she touched would keep her own daughter very happy a couple of times!" Lisa gasped as I increased my pace within her slender body. "God, she must have changed quickly then?" "She did, after her parents split up about a year later. Her dad proved himself a total hypocrite by screwing one of his female employees. Helen let her hair down after she lost her cherry, I remember being very disappointed at the time that it hadn't been with me. We had always been best friends and met up in the holidays and we agreed that when the time came I would be her first lover. I had her a few months later though, she had a lot of catching up to do!" Lisa wriggled on my cock as we moved together, the warm juices of her love tube caressing my stiff prick. "That was a shame. Tom, have you ever done it with a virgin?" "Yes, apart from my ex, just the once. It was a first for both of us actually. Upstairs in the back of a double-decker bus." "Wow! Double virgin. That's really cool. Anyone see?" I laughed. "No, the bus was in the depot, it was one in the morning! It was real cool though, we had already done just about everything else together, it was just a matter of time before we went all the way. I remember from that moment falling in love with fucking!" "How old were you?" "Sixteen, both of us. I was scared for weeks after that I had got her pregnant, but she soon got on the pill and for a while we were inseparable, day and night." "It's lovely starting out exploring sex, my first time was a bit of a disaster though, but then I was only 14. Would it surprise you to know that I'm still a sort of virgin?" "What? You mean in a bisexual way?" "Well yes, that too. I meant Atlantic Virgin. If you haven't had it off over the ocean then you have to wear that badge." "Oh I see. Are there many of you out there?" "Very few, we are a randy lot away from home but I have always been too choosy, as I will hope you have noticed these past few hours." "Thank you. I take that as a compliment." She wriggled again as I kissed her deeply and we continued to move in a slow loving fuck. My cock felt at home in her welcoming pussy. "It is sweetie. Some of the girls, and guys, will fuck anyone just to be out of that club. Not me. And it's too bloody risky unless the plane is empty. My turn will come." She looked up at me suggestively. "Perhaps I could help you with that one some time?" We stopped moving while she considered for a moment. "If I can get you a cheap ticket on a quiet flight I might just take you up on that." A few months later I obliged, with one of her non-virgin friends keeping watch. I remember the ensuing backache, aircraft seating is definitely not designed for copulation! I turned Lisa over on to her knees, exposing her soaking swollen lips and after a quick dart with my tongue into her open cunny I resumed the delightful penetration. "God, this is so good. Fuck me Tom, fuck me with that lovely hard cock." "You know what Lisa? You are the most fascinating and sexy person I have slept with in ages. Come to think of it you are the only one I have slept with in ages. I think my cock is in love with your pussy!" She laughed. "Same here, and thank you kind sir. He seems to like it in there. If I may say so it's the nicest cock I have had this side of the pond." "Oh yes, tell me about the other side then!" "Another time, too much to tell, and will you please get on with your story? I am sure there is more." She thrust her hips back at me, momentarily I had stopped my motion again, my mind cast back to the events. "Sorry. Where was I? Oh yes. Martin tackled Helen later, and when she had calmed down and stopped accusing him of being a filthy queer she then totally surprised him by suggesting she wouldn't tell her Dad if she could watch us both again." "Nice one. So did she?" She cried out as I reached full penetration, and I adjusted our position slightly by making her lay flat on her front, legs well apart, my belly resting on her warm ass, my cock now deeply embedded with comfort. "That's better Tom, thank you." "Who were we to refuse a request like that?" I continued. "I think she wanted us both there to chaperone each other. It probably never crossed her mind that we both might try it on with her. We had hinted enough times, virgins being such a rare prize where we lived." "And did you come on to her?" "No, not really, we were afraid of her dad. All I asked her to do was remove her pants while she watched us, but even that she refused." "And so a decent girl should!" "Anyway we did jack off in front of her." "Lovely. Weren't either of you shy?' "Not really, because I had a very sexy girl watching me, and Martin and I had done it together before." "What was she doing?" "We both hoped she was horny enough to play with herself but she just sat there in a daze, watching us. Before the previous day I don't think she had ever seen a cock before, let alone two stiff ones!" "Did you both cum for her?" I almost blushed as I recalled that moment. I hesitated, and turned my attention to the body below me, our juices starting to add to our previous considerable donation on the bed linen. "Go on, don't keep me in suspense, and will you keep fucking please!" She bucked her hips backward. "What did you do? Did you cum or not? Please tell me." "Well, just as I was about to, Helen suddenly stood up moved a little closer to us to get a better view, I wasn't sure where Martin was at." "Nice. I would have offered you both a hand, or mouth!" "Well, that didn't happen, not until a couple of years later, and then she jerked me off like a pro." "Tom, will you keep to the story? What happened when she stood up?" "Martin completely lost it and came all over her blouse." "Messy boy!" "Yes, it was quite funny, because she stood there for a moment completely mesmerised, then looked down at her wet front, went 'uggghhh' and ran from the room. I remember wondering if she went off to play with herself, and then Martin watched me climax into a tissue." "That's so cool. Did you ever do it with her again?" "Just the once, at our request this time, we were both so turned on knowing she was enjoying our little game. We dared her to let us cum on her tits." "That's nice, I like that." "She dared back and said she would agree if Martin and me stroked each other." Lisa gasped. "Wow! That's more like it! And did you?" "Put it this way, it was honours even at the end." "So you jerked each other's cocks? How did you feel doing that?" Lisa was now trembling as we continued to make slow deep love. She squealed as I poked my forefinger into her little puckered asshole. I sensed an orgasm building, I knew I wasn't far off myself. "Strangely enough Martin and I had been talking about trying it for some time, just to lay a ghost so to speak. She gave us the excuse to do it" "So what did it feel like to have another cock in your hand?" "You should know that one. Unusual I guess, so different from my own." "What did she do this time, did she run again?" "Yes, she watched in amazement as we tossed each other off simultaneously over her tits. Then she pulled down her top and was gone like a shot. They were nice tits too. But at that age I guess any tits were cool!" "Bet she masturbated." "Actually she did, she admitted that much later to us. We fantasised that she had used our spunk to do it with!" "Cool, I would have done that in front of you both!" "Now that I would liked to have seen. I fantasised for ages about that, and I told her so when I finally had sex with her, so she did it privately for me. I came on her belly and she rubbed it into her pussy." "Seeing you two wanking like that I think I would have had both of you fuck me." "Both at once?" "Yes darling, one each end. And preferably before you both came!" The vision of that was too much for me, and Lisa, sensing I was near to unloading, started trembling violently as we started to fuck at pace. Her orgasm wracked her whole body as she reached underneath and fingered her clit while I continued to pound into her, my finger again lodged in her ass, holding back my ultimate pleasure until she had peaked. Just as my balls started to tense up she pushed me away and turned on her back. "Cum on my face Tom. As much as you can on my mouth please. I want to see you cum, just like you did on Helen's tits." My cock was stiff and slippery as I started to wank over her, but she grabbed my arm and took hold of it herself in her tiny hand and rubbed it furiously. "Women aim better than men honey!" You've read it in books, you see it in porn, but no girl had ever asked me to do that before. It was truly a magic moment to let her direct my spunk all over her mouth and cheeks, her eyes widening as my jism poured onto her face, then like a porn star she opened her mouth and poked out her tongue to collect the final few spurts. When I had exhausted my supply she snaked out her tongue to lick the remaining dribbles off my cock. If I enjoyed the moment, Lisa seemed to enjoy it even more; she pulled my face down to hers. "Kiss me babe, I loved sharing your secret." I kissed her gently, tasting myself on her lips. Her juice-laden tongue met mine and dribbled some semen into my mouth and I started to snog her deeply. She groaned with delight when I licked my cum off her cheeks and then tongued it into her own mouth. We continued kissing and licking again and again until her face was clean and we sank back on to the pillows. To my amazement Lisa had tears in her eyes; I questioned her with brows raised. "Damn, that was so fucking beautiful." This woman definitely had a cum fixation, I was more than glad to supply the goods. "What, my story, or the sex?" "Both darling. But what you just did was really something else. No man has ever done that with me. I know I asked earlier but have you really done this before? Most men don't like the taste."