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From Paris with Love

By: arbitrarily



Those who have never travelled, are an underprivileged bunch. They will never know the thrill of new things, and discovery, and the wonders of the world. 

I know it's a bit of a bold statement, but that is truly how I feel about it. I have done it whenever time and money have permitted it, and even sometimes when they haven't. Being young and a student also makes things easier. I live in Toronto, but our university has always offered exchange programs with European and south-American schools, which I have found are the easiest way of travel, in that they are very cheap and you really get to be immersed in the foreign culture. 

Last year, in fact I had a three month stay in Paris. It was one of the most amazing times of my life. I'm a history major, and there are not too many places in the world with more history than Paris. And so I was very excited when I found out that had been able to secure my place in the exchange program. It was to go from April until June, and we'd be studying at one of the numerous Paris universities. Now, I don't speak much French, nothing more than what we'd done in school, but the prospect of being thrown into a new environment without anything really to hang on to, was a tantalizing one, and so I counted the days until our departure. 

The European lifestyle is so utterly different from our North American way of living that I was so surprised (mostly pleasantly) by what I was seeing. The people dressed differently, they walked differently, they thought differently. Everything looked so much more old and had so much more history. After all this is a city which still has some old building left from the days of the Romans. 

However, being a 20 year old one of the things that really caught my eyes, were the women. They were so different from what I was used to. The best way I can put it, is that they are so much more feminine than north American women. And that is not just because of the way they dressed, which is far more chic and attractive, but also in the demeanor, and the way they walk and carry themselves. They are in general much more petite, they are much more graceful. Contrary to popular belief, they are NOT hairy (I think that's only in germany), they take care of themselves, and they look good and comfortable wearing what they do. They don't look they are dressing to be seen, or to show off; it all seems more natural. And they are much more friendly. 

I remember it was my first day of classes, and I was walking around aimlessly with a map in my hand of the campus trying to find out where I had to go. I was utterly lost in fact. And as I stood there, one eye on the map, another eye on the buildings and trying to keep track of the lovely young ladies that were walking in all directions, I heard a voice "Tu as besoin d'aide?" I turned around and saw that one of the girls who had just walked by had stopped and was talking to me. She was beautiful. She light brown hair, and green-blue eyes. She was tall and thin, and with a lovely behind, which was well-displayed in the tight jeans she was wearing, and she had on boots (women wear boots much more often in France that in north America, which is a great thing). On top of she was wearing a form-fitting V-neck sweater and she had a black scarf around her neck. 

I muttered something incoherent in my broken French. She turned back and came over. "tu ne parle pas francais?" I shook my head. "Maybe, English is easier then" she said in a lovely and relatively strong French accent. "Yes, yes" I said and nodded vigorously. I quickly explained I was an exchange student from Canada and that I barely spoke any French, and I had to get to this building. She looked at my piece of paper and laughed. "Good, it is same place I am going to. Come, walk with me". I quickly slung my bag over my shoulder and obediently followed her. 

"What is your name, I am Sophie" she asked as we walked to class. I shook her hand, and savoured its softness. "Michael". "enchante mee-ka-ehl". I savoured the lovely manner she pronounced my name. Then she started to march and I started to tag along. I glanced over at her, drinking in her lovely form while she finished talking on her cell phone. I think that the woolly sweater v-neck was all she had on, because her nipples were pressing defiantly against the fabric of the sweater, and she had a small pendant around her neck which fit snugly in her lovely cleavage which was visible. Her hair had been done up, in a messy little bun on the back of he head. She finally finished her call and turned to me.

"I know that it is very hard to find your way around here if it is your first time. Let me see your sheet again". She took it from and then gave a light laugh. "In fact, you are in same class as me. Great!" By this time we'd reached the building and obviously she knew most of the people we passed, because she was saying "bonjour" and "salut" left and right. Finally we reached the room, and went in. It was a big class, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't quite intimidated by the fact that the whole thing would be in French. "Here, we can sit here". She led us up the stairs until we were half-way up the auditorium and then she went and sat on the seat near the isle, and motioned for me to take the seat behind her because most other seats were full. 

"salut Sophie!" "hey, sebastien, salut"

She said this to the guy sitting next to her, and then leaned over and they kissed each other on the cheek two times. "Great" I thought, I guess that's her boyfriend. Then another guy who was sitting in the row in front of her turned around and they greeted each other and then she leaned forward and they kissed on the cheek as well. This afforded me a great view of her lovely behind once more and leaning forward the low-cut jeans revealed the pink thong she was wearing underneath. The little triangle of fabric as it ran between her cheeks and the two straps which went around her hips and waist. 

I soon learned that kissing on the cheek was a very normal way of greeting each other in Europe and had nothing to do with being in a relationship. Despite knowing deep inside that I really didn't have a chance with this lovely angel, I still felt happy that the guy next to her wasn't her boyfriend. 

Then she turned around to me -- affording me a lovely view of her chest -- and said while rolling her eyes that the professor was usually quite boring and uninteresting and that I was better off not understanding most of what she would be saying. Then a smile and a wink and she turned back towards the front as the professor began to say whatever it was she was saying. 

In fact, even though I couldn't really speak much French, I could understand a fair bit, so I was able to get the gist of what the professor was saying. Also, I realized at one point that Sebastien, the guy sitting next to Sophie in front of me, asked about who I was, and she said that I'm an exchange student who was lost and that I have the same classes as them. He was quiet for a moment and then said something that I didn't understand, but her response was that it wouldn't be very nice if she didn't help me out for a while. 

Anyways, the class ended after a couple of hours of the prof's ramblings, and then I got up to go. I waited for a while to say something to Sophie, but she was engaged in an animated discussion with Sebastien and another girl, so I decided to just go. 

I headed out and having not much else to do in the day, I decided it would be as good a time as to finish off some of the administrative business I had to get done. And so the rest of the day was spent at that. 

The next couple of days, I came to class and didn't see Sophie. Just Sebastien, and we just nodded a hello each time and nothing more. I was a little crestfallen after becoming very excited at having her in my classes for the next few months, but I realized now, that I had hope for too much perhaps, and even if she was there, she probably wasn't really going to say much more than a hello and a goodbye. 

The class ended uneventfully as usual, and we all got up to pack. As I was heading out the door, a few steps down, and suddenly felt someone grabbing my shoulder, and stopped. I turned around and saw Sophie. She was dressed in tight black pants, and a tight black top and flashing a big smile. Her ensemble was quite something, in that it looked skintight and outlined every single curve on her lovely body -- and let me tell you, there are a lot of curves on her body.

"Hello Mee-ka-ehl." "Hey Sophie." "Sorry I didn't say goodbye the other day, I didn't notice you leaving. And then I was a bit sick since then, so I didn't come in. How has it been the last two days? "Not so bad. Thanks to you know I know where to find my classes, so that's good." "Good. Anything else? Made any friends, seen any places?" I shook my head pathetically. "It's ok. A few friends and I are going out in a while, do you want to come?" I was surprised. I wanted to say yes, but I was very scared and felt completely out of place. Luckily she didn't wait for me to answer. "Good. All we have to do is drop by my flat so I can change and then we're on our way". I nodded automatically, and managed to squeeze out a "great". 

She quickly grabbed my arm and dragged me along. We walked on, arm-in-arm (believe it or not) towards the metro station. "I live a bit far from here, but it's only 15 minutes by metro. We just need to take Line 5 to Jaures station". I said ok, and followed her. If there is one thing that you learn when you are in Paris, it's that you let a Parisian decided while subway lines to take, because considering the 17 subway lines that traverse Paris, you're more likely to get lost than anything else. 

The other thing you learn about the Paris subway is that it gets PACKED during rush hour, and you simple have to push your way in otherwise you're not going to get on. Most people know this and they don't mind. Telling me this as the train approached, Sophie grabbed my handed and waited for the train to stop. Letting the throng of people exit the train before all rushing in, we got in. Now, whether it was chance or whatever, she was in front of me with her back towards me, and I was pressed hard against her. Fortunately, and unfortunately, my crotch was pressed against her ass. The fabric of the tight black pants could not have been too thick because the only sensation I was feeling at that time was that lovely round ass pressed against my crotch. And with every shake of the train around the bend, it rubbed against me. 

Just to make matters worse, all this clearly had aroused the interest of my cock; because slowly it started to get hard against Sophie's ass. I was feeling so bad that I just wished I would melt at that moment. So for about ten-fifteen minutes we road in the subway with my erection pressed hard against Sophie's firm yet fleshy ass. I am almost sure that there was no way that she didn't feel my erection as it pressed between her ass cheeks, but either she was used to stuff like that in the subway, or that she realized it wasn't really my fault she didn't say anything; except a weird little smile on her face as we finally got off at Jaures station. 

We walked to her building and finally went up to the 3rd floor where her flat was. Renting in Paris is EXPENSIVE, and most students can only afford what are called 'studios'. Basically a cube. Her studio was a room, with a surface area of around 18 square metres which would be around 150 square feet, which served as, living room, kitchen, workroom and bedroom, and a tiny little bathroom/shower attached to it. We came in and she put her bag down. On one side was her laundry line, and she obviously recently washed her underclothes, because a whole bunch of panties and thongs and bras were on the line. From what I saw, she had exquisite taste in underclothing. She quickly blushed, seeing the situation and grabbed most of them and threw them on the queen size bed in other side of the room. Then realizing that changing would be a bit difficult with me present there, she asked if I could just stand outside for a second. I obliged. 

I stood there waiting. She hadn't closed the door completely, and inadvertently I looked inside. She was in the process of pulling the pants off. I couldn't help but stare. She had a tiny black thong underneath, lacy around the edges. And then she took her top off along with the bra. Her back to me, and all I could see was the outline of the outside of her left breast from the side. My hard-on was raging in my pants again. I adjusted myself while watching her slip her tight jeans back on. And then to my surprise as her top, she just put on a leather jacket. She called me back in. 

I stumbled back into the room and pretended like I was looking at the pictures on the wall. "So how do I look" she asked, while facing me. I took her sight in. She had on those tight fitting, low cut jeans. The two straps of her thong were visible on the side of her waistline. And the leather jacked was buttoned in the front. A strip of her smooth belly was visible, and the curves of her breast were clearly visible in the V of the leather jacket; somehow the knowledge that the leather was the only thing she was wearing made them all the more sexy and enticing. Unable to speak, I nodded vigorously. "you look ... great!!". 

"Thanks, ok let's go." She came over grabbed my arms again and dragged me after her out of the apartment and we headed for the subway again. It wasn't as bad as rush hour, but I still had the fortune of being pressed against Sophie, and this time it was her chest that was pressed against mine, and our faces were inches apart. I'm sure that her bust was about a C cup. Not as much as a D, and definitely more ample than a B cup; and she smelled so good. After a couple of subway changes we reached our destination, St. Michel square, where we rendez-vous'ed with a few other of Sophie's friends. Then we headed out to the Latin Quarter and found ourselves a nice café and sat down and drank some drinks and talked. 

Well, they did most of the talking at first, and I just listened trying to understand what was going on. But as it warmed up, I started to understand more and even throw a word in every once in a while. Sophie helped a lot, translating something every once in a while, and trying to get me involved. And once everyone found out that I was an Anglophone and from Canada, I became the centre of discussion. They found the different lifestyle there amusing, and they just couldn't get enough of my stories of how cold it could get and what the wind-chill was and how much snow we would have at times. At one point Sophie even made the joke, saying how surprised she was that Canada's population wasn't higher considering how cold the temperature gets. Naturally, being an idiot it took me a while to catch on and by then I was the one who was being joked about. 

Few hours later, after having some drinks and talking and joking about everything there was, everyone slowly made their way out, and finally so did Sophie. Naturally I offered to walk her home. She resisted at first. So we caught the metro and headed over to her flat. We got there and got to the door. She paused for a second and then said "so why don't you come in for a second?" Even though I'd been thinking about when she would say this, I couldn't make up my mind. Half of me wanted to stay, thinking of the possibilities, thinking of the three simple pieces of clothing which were all that needed to be removed for her to be completely nude; and the other half of me just wanted to run from there. I looked at my watch. 

"No I really should be going, or I'd miss the train. It's pretty late."

She looked at me for a second and then, 

"Yea, you're right. It was fun tonight though, n'est-ce pas? And your French is getting much better." Then she gave me two kisses on the cheek and said goodnight. 

I had a hard time getting any sleep that night, and when I did go to sleep, it was all dreams of Sophie, nude or in the process of stripping and coming towards me, and undressing me, and I'd wake up before anything sexual would happen. It was a frustrating night. However, after that she and I became rather good friends, she had made it her personal mission to be my guide to Paris, so she would take me on the weekends to the various sights to see, the Eiffel tower, the Louvre, Chateau de Versaille, and other stuff like that. We'd go for walks along the Seine or she'd invite me whenever she was going out with her friends, whom I got to know rather well also. 

Not that I was feeling any less attracted to her. If nothing else, the more I got to know her and the more I got to see her, the more I was attracted to her. She had a knack for dressing in the most perfectly provocative way without any effort. Whether it was the various tight fitting clothing she wore, or the fact that she always showed a bit more skin than was usual; more often than not she didn't wear a bra, and she had a large collection of very sexy panties and thongs, which were always a bit visible in the most sexy way. 

Some weeks later, she and her friends were going for a concert in a little concert hall just outside of the city, near Sebastian's house in fact. So we all met up there and headed out for the concert. It was great, and it ran late; late enough in fact that when we left, it was long past the last train for Paris had left. However, one of the benefits of living in the suburbs of Paris was that for the same price, one could always find much larger housing, and Sebastian's place was in fact quite large compared to Sophie's. He in fact had a living and a separate bedroom, and thus he offered us to stay there for the night. 

So we headed over and had a few more drinks, until Sebastian declared that he really would not be able to stay up any longer, and gave us sheets and pillows for sleep. In the living room there was one pull out couch. It was big enough for two people, although not by much. However, it was a bit of a dilemma for me, I wanted nothing more than to be able sleep with Sophie, but I was imagining how imprudent it would be to make her do that, and so on and so forth. So when I started to make my bed on the ground, she gave me a puzzled look. 

"What are you doing?" "Well ... making my bed" "There? There is the couch" "I figured you'd take the couch and I'd take the ground." "Oh please Mee-ka-ehl, don't joke with me. We can both fit on the couch, unless you're meaning that I'm too big?" "NO NO NO, NOT AT ALL ...!" I said in an alarmed way. "Ok then there you go, which side do you want?"

Having settled that, I had to face the next dilemma. "So, I have to tell you Mee-ka-ehl, that I usually sleep nude!". I placed the pillow on my crotch to hide my growing erection. In fact it turned out that most French tend to sleep in the nude. "But obviously in the current situation, I can't do that. So I will ask you to give me your tshirt." She added with a smile. "Sure thing." I quickly took my top off and gave her the t-shirt. She eyed me for a second, looking at my topless torso, and then turned around, so that her back was to me. Then she took off her top and undid her bra (it was one of the few times she was wearing one) and then slide my shirt on. Naturally, my shirt having never been on a woman before, was having a hard time containing Sophie's breasts, which were stretched against fabric quite revealingly. But it was long enough that it went halfway down her thighs. So she undid her jeans and slide them off too, and she sat on the edge of the bed, with the long tshirt covering the top of her smooth creamy thighs. 

For me the odd thing was how comfortable she felt being nearly naked with a stranger (granted I wasn't a perfect stranger, but still). Then she got up and picked up her top and bent over and picked up her jeans. That little manoeuvre made it clear that she wasn't wearing a thong this time either, but rather a tiny set up pink panties, which covered half of her ass cheeks. Then she went over to the light switch and turned it off and came back to the bed. I quickly took my pants off and slid under the sheets in my boxer-briefs. 


From Paris with Love



"good night mee-ka-ehl." "good nite Sophie".

She evidently did not have much trouble falling asleep. I on the other hand was miles from it. The fact that the object of my desires was right there in the bed, in nothing more than a pair of tiny pink panties and MY shirt, was really keeping my mind up, along with other things. My cock was at standby urging me to go for it. My mind fighting with all it had to stay back. Finally the exhaustion got to me and slowly I drifted off. I was awakened after sometime, was I felt Sophie roll over against my body. She was fast asleep, now resting against my body. Her breasts pressed against the side of my chest and her thighs were against mine. They were so smooth and perfect. And oddly enough, as if by reflex, her left hand was on my crotch. Palm down against my erection. 

I will not say much more, other than it took a Herculean effort that night, to simply not cum, considering the position we were in. In the morning by the time I woke up, she'd already been up and was prancing around the living room still in the t-shirt and panties. I didn't make any noise and just quietly watching from the corner of my eyes. Then she finally, with her back to the bed, took my shirt off, and picked up her jeans. To this day, I still think of the sexiest sights, is that of a woman in panties sliding tight jeans on. The way the seat of her jeans hugged those lovely ass cheeks. I could only imagine what it would feel like to hold them, to squeeze them to kiss them, to have my cock pressed against them, or between those smooth creamy thighs, or inside her ... I had to stop myself. 

Finally when she was dressed I slowly got up and said good morning. We had a small breakfast with Sebastian and then headed, each our own way. 

From that point, I could not get the thoughts and images of that night out of my head. Her long smooth thighs. Her shapely ass. The tiny pink panties. Her ample lovely breasts. These were the only thoughts that were going through my head. I desired so bad to hold her in my arms. To feel naked body against mine. To have her want me inside her. 

One Friday night, she gave me a call in my dorm room. "Hey mee-ka-ehl, ca va?" "Yea, thanks. What's up?" "We're going out dancing. I'm going to come pick you up from your dormitory." "No no, it's ok, I'm not big into dancing." "I didn't ask if you're coming, I said I'm coming to pick you up." "No really, Sophie, I really can't dance. I'm serious." "Me too! I'll be there in 25 minutes. Salut!"

And she hung up. No choice now. I got dressed in something that was nice and still comfortable and waited until she showed up. She finally knocked, and I opened the door and stood there and watched for a second, drinking in the sight before me. Let's go from bottom to top. She had on these lacy hi-heels, and she had on a tight -- and I mean TIGHT -- beige skirt that went down to just below her knees. However, the skirt had to slits on it's side that basically went up almost to her waistline, barely covering her hips and ass; so that we could see basically what she hand on underneath, which was not much, but from what I could tell, she had on red panties with lacy rims. Then moving further up, her belly and the lovely belly button was showing, as always, and as a top she had a white gauzy elastic shirt which hugged the shape of her breasts like a second skin, and came only barely to the top of her belly, so that one could easily her smooth and fit belly; and in fact one could almost see her nipples and aureoles thanks to the thin material of the top, so that depending on the lighting you could see their darker circles through the shirt. The lovely generous hips, the thin waistline and the ample bust. And she had let her hair loose in a wild way. And the black eye-liner which she had on, only framed her green-blue eyes and made them more noticeable. 

There is no way I could do justice to it by this description, but it'll have to do. I felt like I was standing before a goddess. Evidently my inability to speak at her sight only encouraged her, because she flashed one of her brilliant smiles and asked "Ready to go?" I nodded. "I'm sorry if I was a bit bossy with you on the phone ... but sometimes when you don't want to do something that is good for you, you have to be forced" and gave a wink. By this time I'd learned to listen to anything Sophie had to say to me. She told me that we'd be meeting up with the others somewhere on Boulevard St. Germain and then going to a nice discotheque that they frequented. The trip on the metro was the usual, enjoyable pressed against each other affair. 

We arrived there and were joined by Sebastian and his girlfriend Sophie, who would normally be considered a stunning blonde, but in comparison with Sophie, was simply an attractive girl. Making our way inside, we found a booth in a corner and sat down and ordered some drinks. Finally Sophie got up and grabbed my hand. At first I resisted. 

"Come on Mee-ka-ehl!" "No really, I can't dance." "Everyone can dance." "Almost everyone, not me." "Please... trust me, I'll help you through it"

How could anyone resist when she gives you that pleading look of innocence which juxtaposed with her incredibly enticing attire gives such mixed messages? I took the bate and followed her. 

"really, all you have to do, is move your body." "but I'll look so stupid" "Look, it's too dark on the dance floor for anyone to see you, it's only me who'd see you, and I don't care".

She had a point. And so I followed her direction. Soon enough, I realized she was right. Moreover, it was fun. In fact considering the lighting it felt like it was just the two of us, and watching her in that outfit move around with the suppleness that she did. Sophie is a very active dancer. She's all over the place, left, right, up, down. Watching her body move around like, her breasts bouncing around so visibly in that skin-tight outfit, was driving me out of my mind. Then music changed to slower stuff, and she came up right against me, and all I could feel was her soft body against mine; and I didn't even care that -- as usual -- I had a hardon which pressed right against her belly. And so, the night went on, with us dancing none-stop pretty much, to everything from fast, to slow, with some reggae thrown in to ensure a good dose of grinding. And let me tell you, grinding with Sophie, is an experience and a half. 

But like all good things, the night had to come to an end. And so around 2 in the morning, we left the place, and all four walked together for sometime. Sebastian and Natalie ended up taking a cab home (since he lived outside Paris), and Sophie and I walked; she was walking home and I was walking her home. It was a nice, and long 50 minute walk, and the only interruptions where the two occasions where she had to bend over to fix her hi-heels, which where occasions to put on display her full array of her curves. 

Finally we arrived at her door, and she opened and then turned around to face me. We made some small talk, about the night, about lots of irrelevant things, and then after a pause, she finally said "well, I guess, good nite then; I'd offer you to stay for the night considering there are no more trains, but you'd probably refuse like usual, n'est-ce pas?" 

Despite the fact that she was no more a student of psychology than I was, she knew her stuff; because the remark managed to pull out of me, a bit of courage which I didn't know I had in me. 

I reached up and put a hand on her cheek, and then leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. That was all the encouragement she need. "Finally" was all she said and she reached up with both hand cradling my face and pressed her lips passionately against mine. Her full lips, were the softest things. And I found out soon after why it is called 'french kissing', because her tongue didn't waste much time. She softly, yet forcefully pushed her way into my mouth. We kissed like that for a few seconds, then she grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into the room. 

Finally disengaging from the kiss, she looked me straight in the eye. "I though you would never be able to take the leap. I'm glad you did." Then she took my hand and led me over and sat me down on the edge of her bed, and stood in front of me. I looked up at her, and could feel the same lust in her eyes, that I had harboured for god-knows how long. Putting my hands on her hips, I pulled her towards me, and kissed her belly, and with one hand gently explored her ass. She simply stood there and let me explore her body. Then finally she took a step back, while I watched, and reached for her top and pulled it slowly over her head. 

I watched, mesmerized, as I was allowed to see her heavenly breasts. They were magnificent: perfect in every way. Their beautiful round form, her tiny erect nipples, they way they hung perfectly on her lovely torso. I slide my hand up her bare back, and then gently with the back of my hand caressed the soft skin of her breasts. She leaned forward, and kissed me. I took her breast in my hand, and gently squeezed it while we kissed. She let out a muffled moan, and reached for my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. 

At this point, I felt completely outside of time and space. There was nothing else in my world, except Sophie. And she stood in front and reached behind and undid the zipper on her skirt. Understanding her silent demand, I reached for the waistline of the skirt and pulled on it downward. It slowly slid down and exposed what lay underneath. I looked up at her, and she smiled at me. I let my eyes slowly make their way down, taking in the sight of her lovely ample breasts, her smooth belly, the thing waist, and the lovely generous hips, which I now could see were covered only in the one of her sexy panties. It was white, with a see-thru gauzy material; so that I could see the small patch of pubic her underneath, and the tight fabric clearly outlined the shape of her vaginal lips. I put a hand on the inside of her thigh, and slowly slid it up until I reached between her legs. I could feel a slight moistness in the panties as I slowly slide my fingers between her legs, along her pussy lips and over her clitoris. She let out a moan, and gently grabbed my hand. 

"not yet. Lie back now ..." she said. I obeyed. I slid back and lied down on my back resting against my elbows. , never taking my eyes off the nude angel standing before me. Then, she climbed on the bed, and straddling my legs, and reached for my pants. Patiently she undid the belt and the zipper. Then, while I lifted my hips, she slid both the jeans and my boxers off at the same time. My cock, which had been straining under the excitement of the moment, almost literally sprang out and stood straight hard as rock. 

With a mischievous and lustful smile, she observed my cock, whose head was already glistening with precum, and then looked up at me. "if I knew he was so beautiful, I wouldn't have waited so long." Then came the moment I'd been waiting for ever since I had laid eyes on her sexy body. While kneeling on the ground between my legs, she reached and took my stiff cock in her hand. I felt in heaven. 

I'm not one to brag, but most women I have been with, have told me, though my cock is perhaps average in length, it is quite above average in girth. And though Sophie's hands aren't too small -- or too big for that matter -- when she took my erect cock in her hand, she was barely able to close her fingers around the shaft. She slowly moved her hand up and down my cock. I looked at her, at those beautiful breasts, at her hand, expertly stroking my cock up and down. 

Then, while still stroking my cock, she leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth. I felt the warm of her mouth, and the smoothness of her tongue, as it expertly licked up and down my shaft. She took my cock out again but continued to stroke the wet shaft. I watched, and she looked at me, and gave me that smile again. And then she went down on me once more. I was in delirium watching her head bobbing up and down on my lap, and feeling her sucking me off with the fervour that she did. I ran my hand through her hair. Finally she came up once again, while still holding my wet cock in her hand. "Oh, mee-ka-ehl, I want you inside me so badly ..." she said. 

She got up off the bed, and stood at the foot of it. Then she reached for her panties, and slowly with infinite seduction, pulled them down to her ankles and stepped out of them. Her pussy was beautiful. A small patch of brown her on her pubis, and when she turned around I finally got to appreciate her beautifully curvaceous ass without any covering. Then, she straddled me, getting on her knees on the bed as well, and positioned herself so that she was right on top of my cock. I could only watch, as she brought her hips down slowly and holding my penis, guided it to her pussy. We both held our breath, my cock head pressed against her pussy lips, and gently parted them, and began to slide in her moist vagina. 

It felt unbelievable. I guess it was the combination of my thickness and her tightness, because as my cock slowly entered her, it felt like it was sliding into an incredibly tight, warm and moist glove. Her vaginal muscles were strong, and they gripped and guided my aching cock into her; into her wet wanting pussy. Finally she stopped after I was halfway in, and she pulled up till my cock came out. Then she came back down, and my cock entered her tightness once more and this time she came down all the way and my fat cock was inside her. She was on top of me and leaning over, with my cock filling her pussy, and those lovely orbs of her breasts inches from my face. I leaned up and her right breast into my mouth. So smooth the skin, so soft the flesh. I ran my hand along her smooth back, and reached her ass. I gently, yet firmly grabbed her cheeks. 

She looked me straight in the eye and then slowly started to move her hips up and down. The sensation of her tight and wet vaginal walls rubbing against my cock, as it gently slid in and out of her is indescribable. With my hands on her hips, she was moving up and down on my cock. I leaned up once more and started to suck on her nipple as she continued to ride me. 

She started to quietly moan with the rhythmic motion as she rode me; and I started to gently thrust up with my hips, driving my cock into her each time she came down. 

There was no sensation of time for either of us. We could have been fucking for hours, or just seconds. She leaned down and we kissed, with her breasts pressed against my chest, as she continued to ride my cock. Slowly she started to speed up. I had a firm grip on her hips, and guided her up and down on my rod. She leaned up so that now she was sitting on my lap, riding it up and down harder. Those lovely breasts were bouncing up and down; and as I looked down I could see my cock sliding in and out of her magical pussy as we fucked. I reached up and grabbed her breast, and started to massage them. Then once again sliding my hands down her sides and gripping her hips. She bouncing up and down forcefully on my lap now, and I could feel myself getting nearer. 

So, I started to slow her down, until she was once more sitting on my lap with my cock filling her vagina. I sat up, so that now we were sitting face to face, chest to chest. I leaned forward and we kissed again. Our tongues explored each other's mouths with as much vigour as my cock explored her insides. As we kissed I lifted her gently up, and we turned, and then I lay her down on her back, now under me. 

She now lay under me, with her legs spread and my cock inside her still; and I was leaning over her with one arm on each side of her head. I pulled my hips back until my cock was nearly out, and stayed like that. She looked at me, playful slapped my chest and said "stop teasing, put it back in ..." I gently slid my cock back into her pussy. Then once more I pulled my cock out, and then slowly slid it back into her. She let out a moan as my cock filled her. Slowly we began to fuck again. Pulling my hips backs to the limit and then thrusting my entire length back into her. 

Slowly, I began to pick up the pace. I looked at down an I could see the shaft of my cock, glistening with her juices, pistoning in and out of her tightness, spreading her lovely pussy lips. The wonderful sensation of her tight, and now hot and lubricated pussy walls was intoxicating. Her eyes were closed now, and she moaned as we continued to make love. I leaned over her and started to speed up. Faster and faster, in and out. I knew I was reaching my orgasm very soon. I felt her hands on my ass cheeks pressing me into her as she pressed her crotch against mine. And finally she let out a loud moan, and pressed me against her. I could feel her strong vaginal muscles as they started to spasm from the oncoming orgasm. This increased tightness pushed me over the edge. I thrust hard into her, and felt as if I would pass out, as I exploded into her. I pulled out and thrust once more, as the second wave hit. 

I cannot begin to describe how it felt. I felt like I was flying, or floating, or not even entirely there anymore. She was holding me tightly, and our bodies felt like they were to merge into each other. Finally -- after what felt like an eternity later -- we felt a release, and I lay on my elbows with her supple firm body under me. We were both covered in sweat. She looked at me and we kissed. As we disengaged from the kiss, all I could was look at her and take in her beauty. Her skin looked like it glowed. I ran my fingers through her hair and down her cheeks. Her hands slowly caressed my back. 

"Sophie ... that was ... unbelievable ... you're amazing ... heavenly" "Please ... it takes two ... I've never felt that good before either. The way you feel inside me ... I've never felt like that before. It's almost like our bodies were made for each other."

I couldn't help but agree. I slowly rolled over to the side, and in the process let my semi-hard cock slowly slide out of her. She watched with a smile. I lay on my back next to her, and she was on her side. I watched once more her sweat covered breasts, who were even more magnificent in this shiny state. I continued down her firm smooth belly, to her small patch of hair, and her beautiful pussy. Quite a bit of the mixture of my cum and her juices had oozed out and wet her inner thighs and crotch area. She leaned over and gave me a kiss, then got up. 

"I'll be right back." And she went towards the bathroom. I could just watch and enjoy the sight of her beautiful ass and hips, as she walked away with her natural sway. By the time she came back, I decided to go to the bathroom, and went in there and freshened up a bit. I stood for a moment, and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked at my cock hanging between my legs, and all that had happened tonight. I still wasn't sure I could believe it. 

I came back to the room and saw her lying on the bed, on her belly. What a fantastic body she had! From her shoulders down towards her hips, her back curved down gently. I could see the side of her breasts pressed out the sides of her chest as she lay on her front. Then her back curved down to the small of her back and then back up, and there was her perfect ass. To perfect, beautiful round cheeks of soft, yet firm flesh; and then continued to those long smooth thighs and cute little feet. And between those legs, was that paradise that I had just visited. 

I sat down on the edge of the bed, and started to caress her back. I ran my hands down from her neck, careful explored every inch of her smooth skin. I leaned down and kissed the small of her back, and her sides. She laughed and said that it tickled. I took her ass cheek in my hand and began to gently massaging it. She squirmed a little and giggled. I ran my hand down the back of thighs to her knees and then traced a line back up the inside of her thighs. She shifted a little on her belly. I just couldn't get enough of seeing her body. As she spread her legs a little I could see her ass cheeks, as they slowly parted as they reached the area between her legs, and her pussy lips started. Again I ran my hand down her thighs and came up on the inside of her thighs, and this time when I reached between her legs, I slowly ran my middle finger along her pussy lips. They were quite wet and sticky and they emanated a heat from within. I played with them a bit, pulled on them, and ran my fingers between them. Sophie just lay there, and made contented noises, that I would call purring. 




From Paris with Love



Parting her lips I could feel the opening of her vagina. It was a tight fleshy hole. I pressed with the tip of my finger and the muscles gave way a bit. Then I slowly inserted my middle finger into her tight hole. She let out a muffled moan into the pillow, and I was able to feel that wonderful feeling of her tightness. Her pussy walls were incredibly lubricated, and the muscular wall clamped around my finger as I slid it in and then pulled it out again. Slowly, in and then back out again. This time I pushed in with my middle finger and the index finger. My god she was tight. I could feel my cock slowly hardening again, wanting to experience penetrating her once more. 

As she lay on her belly, she spread her legs more. I continued to finger her slowly, but firmly. I pushed them as deep as I could, and moved them around inside her, pressing the inside of her vagina with my fingers, and giving as much stimulation as I could. At the same time she reached down with one hand and began to stroke me again. That smooth little hand wrapped around my thick shaft once more, and started to gently stroke my cock up and down. I pulled my fingers out, and tasted them. 

Sophie as you might have guessed is an incredible girl. She is, to me, the quintessential female, the most perfect specimen of the female kind. Everything about her is sexy, and enticing and incredibly arousing, in a most effortless way. As I would soon find out, the smell and taste of her fantastic pussy, is one of those things. I wouldn't say it's sweet, or any other description like that. The best to describe it, she smells and tastes like PURE SEX. It is not possible for me to smell her and taste her, and not become incredibly aroused. For example many times later on, I would smell something of hers, which had come into contact with her pussy and her juices, regardless of where I was, that smell would make me instantly hard. And the times when she was very aroused and horny, you could smell it almost in the air. It is the most intoxicating and dominating thing. And that was what I had just discovered as I taste her juices for the first time. 

I got behind her and grabbing her hips, pulled her up so that she was on all four. She looked at me with anticipation. I imagine she was thinking I wanted to do it doggy-style. But that would have to wait. I gently parted her legs, and took and long look at her beautiful pussy. Then I leaned in and started to run my tongue up and down pussy lips from behind. I started to lick, suck, bite playfully. I gently pressed my tongue and parted her pussy lips, and explored the entrance of her vagina. I licked and took in as much of her juices as I could. It was so amazing, and I think she enjoyed it took, because she started to moan and squirm as I continued to explore her intimate parts with my tongue. Still on all four, with her legs spread, she leaned down and put her head on the pillow and with one hand start to rub her clit as I ate out her pussy from behind. 

Finally, feeling my cock aching again, I stopped. I got behind her, while on my knees, and allowed my thick stiff cock to rest on her ass. We both anticipated the moment I would enter her again and our bodies would be linked once more. I took hold of my cock, and gently rubbed the head of it up and down against her wet pussy lips, part them. I guided the head to her tight entrance, and then held my breath as I pushed my hips forward. The tight holes slowly started to give way and my cock slid right into her. We both let out a moan as my girth stretched her tight hole. Then getting firm grip of her hips, I started to slow slide in and out of her. 

In and out, we started to fuck harder. She would press back with each thrust. As I would drive my cock deep into her pussy, my hips would slap against her ass. She started to moan very loudly. The sound of her voice was so sexy. I reached with one hand and started to rub her clit as we fucked. I looked down and watched myself as my rhythmically slid in and out of Sophie's love-hole. "ooh .... Oooh ...mee-ka-ehl .... I'm going to cummm....." 

And with that she let out a loud cry, and felt her pussy clamp down even tighter on my driving cock. I continued to fuck her, thrusting my fat dick into her from behind. And then I reached my point, and thrust hard into her, and held it. I thought I was going to pass out. It seemed like a never ending orgasm. I could feel my cock, spasming, sending shot after shot of cum into her pussy. Finally after the wave subsided, I looked down, and could see that my semi hard cock was still inside her, and she basically lying down on her belly on the bed; and we were both breathing very hard. I slowly pulled out my cock. Some of cum dripped off my shaft and onto her sweet ass cheeks. 

I laid down next to her, and we both smiled and kissed. For a long time we just lay there, kissing, making out, pressed against each other, our sweat and juices mixing with each other, feeling the warmth of one another's body against ours. And finally, we fell asleep.

I was awakened the next morning by a wonderful sensation. As I woke up, I felt the usual warmth of Sophie next to me. She was laying next to me, her head on my chest, and she was holding my cock in her hand and gently stroking me up and down. I looked at her and smiled as all the memories of our wild night came back to me. "good morning sunshine!". She leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips, "good morning cherie". 

She rolled over on top of me, and sat down on my lap. I could feel my cock pressed by her pussy. She wriggled around a bit, and rubbed herself against me. "Want to take a shower? We still have class today you know!" She said and got up. I followed her body as she went over to the bathroom. Her body looked even more fantastic in the sunlight. As she got to the door, she bent over in a little Marilyn Monroesque pose, and gave me a lovely view of her ass and hey pussy lips peeking out from between her thighs; as if to say, if you want more of this, follow me. 

I got up and pranced over to the bathroom, and got into the shower after her. It wasn't the biggest shower, and my hard-on was poking against her ass. "looks like we'll have to deal with that at some point" she said, and turned on the shower and doused me with some cold water. "Isn't there any other way to deal with it?" I gave her a hug from behind, and finally she turned on the hot water and we began to shower. We both got soaped and began to wash one another. Evidently our activities the night before had been quite physical and we were covered in a mix of sweat and various other bodily fluids. 

It was something I'd always fantasized about. Not even sex in the shower, but to be in the shower with a woman. Now it happened that the woman in this case was an absolute goddess. And so we continued to wash each other; I soaped her back and she did mine. Her lithe body, glistening from the water and covered with soap and bubbles was an incredible sight. I started to wash her breasts. The soft flesh of her lovely bust, felt wonderful in my hand. I massaged them, played with them, tickled her nipples which were hard and aroused. I started to rub her belly and made my way down. I pressed her pubic mound and slowly slid my fingers down over her clitoris. She let out her breath which she was holding and pulled her hips away. Again I ran my finger over her protruding clitoris and started to slow press it in a circular fashion. 

"mmmm ...." Was all she managed, but she reached down and with her soapy hand, wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my cock, and I started to stroke up and down. I continued to rub her clitoris, pressing a bit here, and squeezing it between my fingers. I pulled my cock away from her and turned her around. Sliding my cock between her thighs as she pressed her sweet ass against my crotch, I continued to rub her clitoris, with more intensity. She started to gently squirm and rub herself against me. My rock hard cock was between her thighs and she started to move back and forth rubbing her thighs against my big thick shaft. Finally, I stopped, and stepped a bit back, I reached down, spread her legs a bit more as she leaned forward against the wall, once more offering her ass to me. I took my cock and guided the head to her entrance. With one hand pressing her clitoris, I pushed my hips forward and my wet cock slid into her pussy. As my dick slid into that warm tight pussy, all the memories of last night came rushing back, and that wonderful sensation of being inside Sophie. Even I let out a somewhat loud moan as my cock slid into her tightly gripping hole. 

I started to slowly move my hips back and forth. I looked down and watched my cock disappearing into her pussy, and reappear with each thrust. Reaching around and grabbing her breasts, I held them fast and started to pump harder. She was moaning again, and the sound of her echoing in the small chamber of the shower. Pushing her ass back against me with each thrust, allowing my cock to penetrate her deeper. My hips slapped against her ass, and we started to fuck fast. I could feel her tight pussy muscles as they dragged on my cock which was sliding in and out of her love hole. 

"oh god Sophie ... you're so ... tight" I'm not one for talking during sex, but I couldn't help that. That tight warm fleshy glove of her pussy was absolutely driving me crazy. I was continuing to rub her clitoris. She was squirming and pressing against me quite strongly now, and I felt she was going to near her orgasm soon, and I was glad, because I wouldn't be able to hold out for too much longer. And then she pressed her ass against me hard, driving my cock deep in, and once again I felt the usual strong clasping of her vaginal walls, and I pressed her clitoris and she let out a loud moan. I slide my cock back and then penetrated once more, and then pulled just as I shot a load with landed on her back. I shot load after load. My cum was on her back and on her ass, and sliding down on her wet skin. She leaned back against me, her back against my chest, and as I reached around to fondle her lovely breasts she turned her neck and we kissed deeply. 

We washed up once again, and came out of the shower. By this time, we realized we wouldn't have time to even eat breakfast, so we quickly dressed, and headed for class. 

From that fateful night forward, everything was wonderful. We were officially a couple, and most of her friends knew of it, and thought it was cool. I didn't want to think about when I had to return, and I know that neither did Sophie, and so we just didn't discuss it. Moreover, if you're a young couple, very much in love, there are not many places to be better than Paris, the city of romance. We would spend our days, either at school, or with some of the other students doing our work, and then at nights, we'd head out to the various locations: the café's in the Latin Quarter, to the various museums, or monuments, like the Notre Dame, or the Eiffel tower. Lots of times we'd take quiet walks along the Seine river, were the only other people found are usually young lovers, kissing or making out, as if they're the only ones in the universe. And I'm sure I need not say what we did after we came back home. 

And thus it went, until time came for my departure; after all this had only been an exchange program for three months. And the night before, Sophie was supposed to come over to my place, so we could have a dinner, and I guess say our good-byes. And so with apprehension I finished packing up my bags, until finally I heard the doorbell. Eagerly I jumped up and ran and open the door, and there was my sweet little Sophie. Oddly enough, she was dressed in a raincoat. I found that odd, considering she never wore them and that it wasn't raining. She came in, and we kissed. And finally I asked the question about the raincoat. A funny look came over her face and she took something out of her pocket. It was a jar. 

"well, considering the pockets that my clothes usually have, I wouldn't have been able to carry this!"

I took the jar, and looked at it. Inside was a thick brownish creamy thing. I looked up at her with a questioning look. "it's special home made caramel, it's very sweet and good. You'll like it" and then as she undid the raincoat and pulled it open, "oh and I couldn't come over, wearing just this.". 

I stood there, stunned, at the unimaginably sexy woman that stood before me. She was dressed only in lingerie underneath. She had on black stockings, sheer, that came up halfway her thighs, and they were held up by a sexy black garter belt. Beneath that she had on a tiny pair of black thong panties. And on top, she was wearing a black bustier, which was tied across the gap in the front with crisscrossing black strings; and they exposed her sexy cleavage, and pushed up her already well displayed breasts. She did a slow turn in place and slid the raincoat off, and came towards me. 

Then she said "I'm not one to say goodbyes, but I thought that at least we should say a proper Frenchgoodbye. Don't you think?" and with that lovely smile on her face, came over and leaned in for a kiss. I could feel her hands pulling my shirt up as we kissed. She slid the shirt off, then she got on her knees in front of me, and slowly started to undo my jeans. She slid the belt off and undid the zipper and pulled my pants and boxers down at once. She slid her hand up my thigh, and took my semi hard cock in her hands, then leaned in and took it in her mouth. I watched as she slowly sucked my cock up and down until it was rock hard. She looked up and smiled "I see you're ready!". 

She told me to lean back on the bed, while she got the jar of the caramel. She straddled me, and moved up onto my crotch and sat down. I could feel the soft fabric of the panties against the shaft of my cock. Then she stretched up and gave me a kiss on the lips and the neck while opening the jar. She dipped her fingers and got a good bit of the viscous sticky cream and first gave me a taste of it, and then put a trail of it running from my neck to my chest, to my belly, leading to my cock. Then slowly started to lick the sticky cream from my neck. 

The stuff tasted great and was very sticky, and it took a good bit of licking and sucking to take it all; and no doubt that was her intention. The sensation of her soft tongue licking and sucking on my neck and chest was driving me mad. And the soft fabric of the panties kept rubbing against my shaft. It was driving me crazy, and she knew it, and was relishing it. Almost involuntarily I was pressing up with my cock, wanting the release of penetration, but she wouldn't allow it. She continued to lick and suck her way down, until she was just above my pubic region. She licked around the base of my penis, and on my balls. I didn't know whether I was in heaven or in hell. She gave a little kiss to the tip of my cock and reached over for the jar again. She got a good bit of it and slowly spread it on my dick. 

Then without hesitation, she took my cock into her mouth, and started to suck. I was watching as she methodically moved her head up and down on my crotch. The whole girth of my cock was in her mouth, and she was using that wonderful, soft tongue of her to lick every inch. She was sucking my cock forcefully now, taking the entire length into her mouth, and I was getting ready to explode. 

"oh god Sophie, I'm going to cummm...." And with that I exploded. She kept on going, sucking my cock as I continued to spasm and ejaculate. I felt like my head was swooning and it took me sometime to get my balance back, and Sophie, continued to (now more slowly) suck my cock, as it relaxed and slowly became less hard. Finally, she came off my cock, looking at me with that mischievous smile, as she wiped the corners of her mouth. She slowly slid up and lay on top of me, gave me a kiss and looking in my eyes, asked "so how you doing?" "I'd tell you, if I could speak". And she laughed and rolled over. I leaned over and we kissed as my hands, explored her always wonderful body. "ok Sophie, now it's my turn, I'm going to get the caramel, and when I come back I don't expect to see anything on you." 

She only obeyed partially: she took of the bustier and the panties, but kept the garters and stockings on. Fine by me. 

She laid back on her elbows, and spread her legs enticingly. I got on top of her and applied the creamy jelly on her neck, her breasts and nipples, her belly. And then I reached for her neck and start to suck on her lovely skin. I couldn't tell which was sweeter, her skin or the caramel. I worked my way slowly and methodically to her breasts. I started to lick her breast, but not the nipples, slowly inching my way towards the summit. She squirmed and moaned; and I knew what she was feeling, having gone through the same enjoyable agony myself. Finally, I gave a little lick to her aroused nipples, and she let out a moan and I knew it was working nicely. I took her nipples into my mouth, sucked on them gently, lightly biting on them for a few minutes. She could only respond by moaning and arching her back. Finally, I made my way to her belly. I licked around, enjoying the sensation of her skin, and finally reached her pussy. I got some more of the cream, and gently rubbed it around pussy lips, between her ass cheeks. Then lifting her hips, I started to lick. I worked my way to her pussy lips, parted them, licked at the entrance to her vagina, then sucked on her lips once more. Finally I reached her clitoris, and started to lick it, letting my tongue play with it, sucking on it hard, pressing it lightly between my teeth. I could feel Sophie's hands in my hair, and she was moving around, pressing her crotch against my mouth, and moaning. Then she grabbed my head and forcefully pressed her pussy up against my mouth, and let out a loud moan, and I knew she was coming. I continued to suck tightly on her clitoris, and she released for a moment and again felt her muscles contract. It must have been a strong orgasm, because once she finally released my head, she was breathing hard, and looked spent. I slid up kissed her and we laid against each other, kissing, feeling each other's body. 

Finally she got up, and went over to the window. I watched her. The lights in the room were off, but there was a fair bit of light coming from the outside and gave her sexy form and ethereal look. She stood there, leaning against the wall, looking out onto the Parisian night. I watched her, not knowing what to say. I knew what she was thinking, and I was thinking about the same thing. I got up and came over and stood behind her. I pressed against her. I felt the warmth of her back against my chest, and I could feel the soft skin of her ass cheeks, as my semi-hard cock was pressed between them. I reached up gently took her left breast in my hand, kissed her on the neck, and whispered in her "just don't think about it. We're here right now, that's all that matters."

I saw the reflection of her smile on the window. I could feel my cock getting hard once more. I reached and gently started to rub her clitoris. She pressed back against me lightly, and feeling my hardness, bent over more and spread her legs, so that my cock rested against her warm wet pussy. I pulled back, let my cock head part her lips and pushed it against her tight opening. Slowly, I parted her tight hole and slid into her heavenly pussy. Slowly I started to move my hips back and forth, feeling that wonderful sensation of my cock rubbing against her soft pussy walls. I continued to penetrate her from behind while we looked out at Paris, seeing the Eiffel tower in the distance. Finally I felt I was going to cum, I wrapped my hands around waist pulled her against me tightly, and came. We stood like that for sometime, not saying anything. I kissed her neck, and her back, and she took my hands and kissed them. Finally I pulled out of her, and she turned around facing me, and we kissed. And then without saying another word, we went to the bed, and she lied down with her back to me, and I took her in my arms, and we slept.