6 comments/ 23420 views/ 4 favorites She Loved Paris By: CharlieL She was a virgin on the way to Paris but not on the way home This is a true story about a young woman I met and treated to a trip to Paris to see two museums she was interested in. It goes on for quite a few pages before even hinting at sex so unless you are willing to suffer though my feeble attempts at being a tour guide this probably isn't for you. * I'm Chuck Langdon, a thirty-two year old artist and finally decided to take a couple of weeks off and just relax. I wasn't taking any paints, brushes or canvas; it was just going to be a mini vacation from everything I do week in and week out. A few years back I invested in a small log cabin up in the woods of Maine for just such a holiday and I was on my way. I was on a plane heading for Portland, Maine from Philadelphia and the plane wasn't even half full. An hour into the flight I accidently made eye contact with a very pretty young woman sitting in the same row I was in but she was in the middle row of seats. We exchanged smiles but when she got up to use the lavatory she stopped and we chatted a minute or so about the bumpy flight. On her way back to her seat she stopped again and since there were two unused seats next to me I invited her to join me. Who knew where it would lead. She introduced herself as Amy and was twenty-four and was heading up to her sister's place in a small town halfway between the airport and my cabin. She was going to rent a car but when I offered to give her a ride in my rental she cancelled her idea of renting one and chose to take me up on my offer of a ride. Our conversation ranged all over the place and when she heard I was an artist she went a little bonkers. "I love art and am taking some art courses in college and am hoping to get a job in that field when I graduate." "That's great. Just keep plugging away and you'll make it." I answered. One thing led to another and she asked if I had ever sold any of my work. To an artist that is subject better left unasked. But I had sold a lot so I just had to brag a bit and answered in the affirmative. She asked my name and every passenger anywhere near us had to hold their ears for the screech she let out when I answered her. "Chuck, you aren't going to believe this but a lot of your work was shown in the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City last year and I attended the show. Holy shit, what a coincidence." "Well, I hope you enjoyed the show. It was very well attended and I was able to sell almost every piece." "Oh my God, meeting someone as famous as you in the field I am studying is going to be in my memory forever." She was getting me embarrassed and I just laughed a bit. She wasn't going to let up on this conversation about art and when I asked her if she had ever visited Paris to see two of the most famous art museums in the world ; The Louvre and the Musée d' Orsay, she almost flipped out. "Oh how I wish I had. They house some of my favorites." And with that she began to list the pieces she was in love with that were on display in those two museums. "Why don't you go and see them?" I asked. She just looked at me and gave the universal sign for money by rubbing her thumb and index finger together. "I went through the trouble of getting my passport last year but then found that I was too short of cash to make the trip. I still always carry the passport with me hoping that someday I'll win the lottery and get to go over to Gay Paree." The plane was in its landing pattern and I asked if she would like to grab a bite to eat before we headed north in my rental car. Just in case she was short of cash I said, "My treat" She almost jumped out of the seat saying that she would love to. We grabbed our luggage from the carousel and I signed up for the rental car and were on our way to a little restaurant a few miles from the airport I had enjoyed on another trip. While waiting for our food she began to rattle off the names of the paintings and sculptures that she loved that were on display in the Paris museums and it was obvious she knew more about them than I did and that gave me a huge kick. When we had finished eating and were sipping our coffee I made an offer: "Amy, as I told you I had sold almost all of the work I had on display at the MOMA show and came away with a ton of money. Your love and knowledge of art has encouraged me to make you an offer but I'm hoping you aren't going take what I'm about to say the wrong way. I would be happy to take you to Paris to see those museums and the art work you have been talking about. The whole trip will be on me, airfare, hotel, food etc. etc. I'll even throw in a thousand for you to get any clothes you might think you needed for such a trip." The look on her face led me to believe I had just made a huge mistake . She looked down at the table and when she brought her face up to look at me there were tears pouring down her cheeks. "What you just said tells me you think I am some kind of whore. I'm not. In fact, I'm a virgin." I knew I had made a terrible mistake but it really was unintentional so I tried to solve the problem with, "Amy that came out all wrong so let me try and make my offer clearer. I said I would take you to Paris and that must have made you think I wanted you to accompany me as if we were boyfriend /girlfriend. Nothing could be further from the truth. I simply thought that if I were with you I would be able to explain some of the things the artists did to get the effects they had mastered. Just to clear the table of the negative connotations you read into what I had offered let me make it simpler. I would be happy to fund a trip to Paris for you without me being along. Your interest in art has me fascinated and the only thing I would ask is that when you return from the trip we get together and have you tell me all about your visit to the museums." "Why would you do something so generous?" she asked as she was wiping away her tears. "Well, since I am in that field and it has been so good to me financially I thought it would be sort of a payback from me to a new artist. If you would rather not go just forget I even offered and let's go jump in the rental car and we'll be on our way." We were well on our way without another word coming out of her. Finally she asked, "When do you think we could go?" "Well, the sooner the better. I was planning to be up here for two weeks but I could easily cut that short and only stay here for a couple of days and then head back to Phila. I have spent a bunch of time in those museums and don't think you could spend more than two and a half days in the Louvre and a day and half in the de Orsay without being bored out of your mind. But since we would have already made the trip across the Atlantic it would be a huge waste if you didn't also stop and see some of the other touristy things Paris is famous for: Notre Dame, Eiffel Tower, Sacré Coeur, a cruise on the Seine, the Arc de Triomphe just to name a few. I'd say if we allocated five days for the museums and seven for sightseeing plus a couple of days for travel two weeks should more than be enough.." I have plenty of time off so that's not a problem." She answered. "Well, how about I drop you off at your sister's and then I'll continue up to my place. After a few days I'll come back and pick you so we can fly down to Philadelphia to let me clear up a couple of business things that need some attention. We should be able to catch a flight to Paris from Phila. a week from now. I'll leave a credit card with you here for you to get the clothes you think you'll want. How does all of that sound?" "It sounds great but I still can't believe your offer. It's like something out of a fairy tale." "Well believe it. In a few weeks you will be the expert in all the art you will have seen in Paris." I said laughingly. "Chuck, I am still not sure what you expect out of this. I told you I am a virgin so if you are thinking I am going to pay you back with a lot of sex you are wrong." "Amy, you won't have to pay me back for anything. If you want to have sex that is an entirely different and separate matter. OK?" "I still think I am in a dream." She said with a bubble in her voice. I phoned my secretary from the cabin and had her make all of the flight arrangements as well as getting me a suite in a Paris hotel I had stayed at numerous times on earlier trips. I told her to get a suite that had a bedroom with TWO queen sized beds but I didn't want to see that fact on any of the reservation documents I was going to have her leave at my condo. The trip up to my cabin and then back down to pick her up and the flight to Phila went fine. We had arrived back in Phila at nine AM and our flight to Paris was at six that night so I had plenty of time to pack and take care of some business stuff and then take her to grab one of Philly's famous cheesesteak hoagies. They are unbelievable. Our flights were going to take us from Phila up to LaGuardia airport in New York and then a change of planes to Charles de Gaulle airport in France. The flight from NY to Paris is a little over six hours so we will be dragging when we arrive unless we can get some sleep on the flight. The flights went perfectly and we both got some sleep and the hotel had their shuttle waiting for us at baggage claim. Now was going to be the interesting part when I had to tell Amy they put us in one big suite together but it had two queen sized beds in the bedroom area. I was going to tell her there apparently was a music festival going on in the city and every hotel worth a damn was booked solid. When the shuttle dropped us off in front of the hotel I had her take a seat in the lobby while I went up to the desk to check us in. I spent more than a usual amount of time at the front desk before going back to her and giving her the made-up story about the suite they put us in was the only one available but it had two queen beds. I told her it was a two room suite and if us sleeping in the same room was a problem I could sleep on the sofa in the sitting room and give her the bedroom for herself. She assured me that as long as there were two beds that it would be OK. Whew, one major potential problem handled. After going to the room and unpacking I suggested we go out to a nearby restaurant that I loved and have breakfast. We could then plan our trip. The maître de recognized me as soon as we walked in the door and that impressed Amy to no end. His name is Jacque so when we gave each other big hugs Amy went ballistic. She laughed saying "the next thing we know he'll ask for your autograph." "Oh hell, I gave him that on one of my earlier visits." And she punched my arm while laughing. We had finished breakfast and were sipping our coffee when Jacque came over to the table with a lovely woman in tow. "Mssr. Langdon, I just had to tell Marie what a famous artist we had in our restaurant this morning and she begged me to introduce her to you. I hope you won't be angry with me." Amy was almost choking with the --- I told you so look all over her face. "Not at all Jacque. It's very nice to meet you Marie." I said as politely as I could. "Permit me to introduce both of you to Amy. She's a very important art student in the States." and with that Amy's blush started at her neck and went all the way to her hairline in a second. She nodded politely and Jacque took her hand and gently kissed the back of it in true French fashion. That almost had Amy stuttering. Well, the visit from Marie only lasted a few minutes and Jacque finished it off with "Mssr. Langdon would you please favor Marie with your autograph?" Playing the big shot to the hilt I said "No problem. Marie, if you have a camera you could have my good friend Jacque take your picture with me." She almost messed herself running back to her table to get her camera and Jacque was beaming with my 'Good friend Jacque' statement. Amy was smiling up a storm and said, "That was a very nice thing to do. She'll remember it forever.' "Yeah but it costs me a lot to have people come over and ask for my autograph." Amy roared and that earned me another punch in the arm from her. I suggested, and she agreed, that for our first day in Paris we would take a cab over to Notre Dame and after seeing it we could casually walk along the Seine to the Eiffel Tower and go up to the third landing and see the city from that level. I had been there before and it really provides a spectacular view of the city. There is a fantastic first class restaurant on the second level, Le Jules Verne, that I planned to surprise her with for dinner. After dinner, if we were still able, a sightseeing boat cruise on the Seine would be a perfect end to the first day. She got a big kick out of Notre Dame and loved the walk along the Seine especially seeing the booksellers along the wall of the street level. We had lunch at a little place on the street that runs along the upper level of the Seine and enjoyed the ambience and conversation and she was almost speechless as she saw the cruise boats on the river. I promised her we would take a cruise but it was far better to take it at night when all of the floodlights are on at the various buildings along the banks. The elevators at the Eiffel Tower whisked us to the top with no delay. I had been there a couple of times before and had to suffer with long lines of tourists waiting for the elevators. Not today; right to the top with no problem. We took one of Paris's Metro trains back to the hotel and I must say I am impressed every time I get on one. They are spotless without one iota of graffiti. "Amy how about having a glass of wine or something stronger in the hotel lounge before we go up and dress for dinner. I'd like to hear your impression of your first day in Paris"? "Great. I'm busting to tell you Mssr. Chuck." She said enthusiastically and with a devilish twinkle in her eyes and her French accent doing her imitation of Jacque. As soon as we went into the hotel lounge I ordered drinks and then excused myself. I quietly went to the concierge in the lobby and asked him to make reservations for two at the Jules Verne restaurant in the Eiffel Tower for seven- thirty. About ten minutes later he walked through the lounge and gave me a thumbs-up when Amy's back was to him. Great. My twenty Euro tip had worked its usual wonders. We had more than one glass of wine but listening to Amy talk about all she had seen that day was enlightening. She got a big rush out of the maître de at the restaurant recognizing me and then making such a fuss over me with the other woman. I never bothered to tell her I travel to Paris at least once a month on art work so I do get to know a good few of the locals. Notre Dame impressed her but the Eiffel Tower took the cake. She couldn't stop talking about the size of it. It was almost five by the time we made it up to the suite but we still had plenty of time before we would have to leave for dinner. It was time for me to tell part of what I had planned. "Amy, I have a little bit of a surprise about dinner. I won't tell you all about it right now but I will say that I am going to have to change out of my jeans and polo shirt and put on a shirt and tie along with a pair of wrinkle proof slacks and a blue blazer. That will give you some idea of what you should think of wearing." "You rat. C'mon help me out. What should I wear?" "OK but you have to promise not to ask for my autograph." I joked. "I saw you unpacking and I saw a nice pair of black slacks as well as a very sleek grey turtle neck that would look great with the burgundy jacket I saw you hang up. Voila, there you are. I won't charge much for my suggestions." We really did look pretty neat when we hit the hotel lobby and the concierge gave us a nod of approval. When the taxi dropped us off at the Eiffel Tower and I steered us over to the private elevator for the restaurant she had her eyes raised a mile and said, "But we were here today. We didn't have to come back before dinner." "Hush, just smile and look pretty." When the private elevator let us off at the Le Jules Verne restaurant and the maître de welcomed us by calling me by name and then saying that he had seen some of my works at one of the cities art galleries Amy almost flipped. She almost stuttered as she said, "Chuck, I never dreamed you were as well known. I feel as if I am having a date with a real celebrity." "Amy to tell the truth I am more than just a little embarrassed. You see I have never been to any of these places with someone else. How about we just forget all of that crap and just be Amy and Chuck?" "Wow, you are making me feel real special." She let out in a very low voice. "You are real special." I replied. She just stared at me. Well, we were seated at a window table and the view was terrific and the food and the wine were great so I'd have to say the dinner was a complete success. It was almost ten by the time we were finished with dinner and as we were going down in the elevator I said that while we could go over and take a Seine boat cruise right then but I thought it would be better to save that for another day. We could walk over and watch the boats dock and undock but we'd had a long day and after a little while we could get a cab back to the hotel. We could finish off the day with a cognac at the hotel's lounge. She gave my hand a squeeze and said she thought that was a super idea. The walk over to the boat launching area is really short and I noticed as we took our first steps in that direction she had reached down and took my hand. Who knows where this is going to lead. We did finish off the day with a couple of cognacs and then went up to the suite where everything went very well. The hotel is one of those that provide very warm and fluffy robes for the guests so they solved some of the privacy issues I knew Amy was thinking about. The next day was earmarked for the Louvre. We had breakfast in another restaurant close to the hotel and then made our way over to the museum. She was in her glory as we entered the museum through the glass pyramid entrance. It didn't take her long to find the way to the Mona Lisa exhibit but she was sadly disappointed when we got up to it only to find that they have been so worried about vandalism that it is now behind a number of layers of bulletproof glass. The greenish tint of the glass spoils the natural beauty of the painting. Amy had her heart set on seeing a few of the well-known pieces such as Venus and Winged Victory and she led us to them after gazing at the Mona Lisa but there are thousands of other works of art that captured her interest. I stood back on most of those and just let her look till she was satisfied. Keeping in mind that the Louvre has so many things on display that it is said that if you only spent twenty seconds looking at each of them you would have a tough time seeing them all in almost a year. Well by lunch time I was exhausted and she was still going strong. We had a sandwich and a soft drink at one of the cafés in the place and she hardly said a word while we were eating but was concentrating on the guide book she had bought as soon as we had entered the museum. Oh shit, we had another half day here this afternoon and then another day and a half before we were finished with it and then we had the Musée de Orsay. I should have just let her visit these places on her own. I had to change these plans or I would be dead with exhaustion. "Amy, I have an idea that will give us a break from walking this whole place in a couple of packed days. How about if we leave here now and go and see some of the art galleries the city has to offer. We could then go back to the hotel for a little nap before going to dinner at one of the sidewalk cafes the city is famous for. By then it will be dark and we would be ready for our boat cruise on the Seine. What do you say?" She Loved Paris "Sounds great but you'll have to pay another admission fee to get back in here the next time." "No problem, the rest from all of this will be worth it" I answered. I had a hard time getting out of the place as fast as I would have liked but I did manage. We were lucky to get a cab just near the front entrance and were soon on our way to the artsy section of the city. I knew most of the galleries and had the driver let us off in about the middle of them. She got a huge kick at seeing some of the nice works of art and was dumbstruck when she saw the asking prices. "Holy shit, these things cost more than I'd make in a whole year." She shrieked. "Ah, just wait until you start showing your work and yours will be costing just as much." I answered. I sort of steered us to a gallery I knew very well. There were three or four of my pieces being shown in it and I was curious to hear what she would say about them. When we walked in the door the owner recognized me and came rushing over with a huge smile on his face. I quickly held my index finger up to my lips and shook my head NO and nodded at Amy. The owner, Jaimee, caught on quickly and just slid past us as if he was going to meet the other folks that came in just behind us. I told Amy to go and look around as I was going to grab a nearby chair and get a load off my feet. It wasn't more than ten minutes later before she came rushing over to me and was pulling my arm to join her. She led me right in front of two of my paintings and was all out of breath. "Chuck, look at these. They are beautiful." "Yeah but look at that tags on the frames. They are sold." I answered. "I wonder what they cost" she mused . "Well if you see that nice looking man in the very fine suit over there you can go and ask him." She came roaring back in a few minutes all out of breath and quietly screeching, "He said that one went for €45,000 and the other for €40,000. Do you know how much that is in US money?? The 45,000 one would have been $60,000 US and the 40,000 about $53,000 US. Holy shit, that is over $110,000 for just two paintings" "Shhhh, the buyers might want their money back if they heard you and that would really piss me off." "Why would that piss yoouuu offffff? Oh my God, you painted them." "Guilty as charged!." Jaimee saw and heard what was going on with us and rushed over saying, "Mademoiselle, s'il vous plaît, shhh, the buyers are right over there and they will be quite upset if they heard you." "Amy, if those buyers renege because they heard you, you will have to buy the paintings in their place." I said laughingly. "Me buy them! I couldn't' afford their frames." and the three of us roared. Looking over at Jaimee I said, "I promise she will be quiet from here on." "Jaimee, if it wouldn't be too forward I would love to go over and thank them for buying my work." "Forward, they would go crazy to have you do that." He answered. "Well, I'll do it as long as Amy can come along" and I stood and gave her my hand for the short walk over to the buyers. Jaimee did his French-gallery-owner best and politely interrupted the man and woman and said, "I'd love to introduce you to the artist of the works you just purchased. Mssr. Langdon may I introduce you to the buyers of your two paintings." "I really would love to thank you and hope that you will enjoy them." "Oh my God, what a thrill meeting you. It was worth the money we paid for them just to meet an artist as fantastic as you are." The woman bubbled. "Would you possibly consider giving us your autograph?" "Oh hell, Jaimee can do better than that. Jaimee get your Polaroid camera out and you can take a pic of us and you can then paste the picture in the middle of a plain piece of white paper and I'll scribble a note below the picture on the paper with my autograph. Wouldn't that be better than just a plain autograph cluttering up a picture?" I asked. "Better? It would be fantastic. It will go in a frame right alongside of the paintings." The woman answered. "Wow, you will truly honor me with something like that. Well, Amy and I don't want to intrude any further so I'll say goodbye and thank you." We were walking out of the gallery when she turned to me saying, "You really are a nice guy. You didn't have to thank them; they'd already bought the paintings." "Amy, you will have to agree that walking over there for a few minutes and then autographing the picture was a small price to pay to people who had just shelled out over $100,000 of their hard earned cash for my paintings." "Well yes but you still didn't have to do it." "I guess I'm just a nice guy" and I took her hand and walked to the corner where we would get a cab back to the hotel. We weren't in the room more than a few minutes before I had stripped to my skivvies and plopped down under the covers and was fast asleep. I awoke to her shaking my shoulder and saying, "Chuck, it's six and by the time you shower it will be time to find a sidewalk café for our dinner." "You're right. Are you offering to scrub my back?" I asked with a devilish glint in my eyes. She laughed and said "Nah, you're too important a guy to have your back scrubbed by a plain student artist. Now get up and get ready." The dinner went great and I have to say I enjoyed it every bit as much as I did the meal the previous night where the cost was way more than quadruple. By the time we had finished eating it was pitch dark and with a very short walk we were boarding one of the Seine cruise boats. Each boat is quite long and has a roof over about three quarters of it with the rest of the boat open to the sky. We opted to be out in the open and that enabled us to see the many bridges we were going under more clearly. There is a concrete walkway down both sides of the Seine about six feet up from the water and it seems to be the favorite place for young lovers to gather that's out of the way of the crowds .... all except for the cruise boats. Whenever the boat would come up to where there were guys and gals kissing the Captain would turn his powerful searchlight on them and we would get a good view of young love and the lovers would be treated to a huge round of applause from the boat passengers. Amy was standing right in front of me and any time we were passing something of interest that I could see she had missed I would put my hands on her hips and turn her to see the sight she was missing. On one of those occasions she kept on turning on her own until she was facing me. She reached up and put her hands around my neck pulling me down where she locked her warm lips on mine. I hadn't been under the impression that she had large breasts but I could sure feel what she had pressing hard against me. "Well now. How fast is this boat going to make it back to the dock?" I asked rhetorically. She answered, "I hope he can put it in high gear but I hope you are going to promise not to hurt me." "I'll do my best to give you nothing but pleasure." With that she pulled herself up so our lips met again. We weren't in the room more than ten seconds when she pulled herself to me and this time her tongue was halfway down my throat. She walked backwards pulling me all the way into the bedroom without our lips parting one time. When we got near her bed we separated and began to strip. WOW, I thought she was thin but I never would have guessed just what a great body she had. Her breasts weren't movie-star huge but they were perfect. I had read somewhere that the perfect size for a woman's breasts would be those that just filled a champagne glass. Hers were therefore perfect. I led her backwards over to the edge of the bed and gently lowered her down. By then I had a rock hard cock but knowing that she was a virgin and that I had promised not to hurt her I was going to be ultra-gentle . I leaned down to kiss her and let my hand lightly caress her upper thighs and leading up to her vagina. After kissing for a few minutes I lowered my mouth down to her breasts and gently oh so gently let my lips lightly caress her nipples. I finally took a nipple between my lips and let my tongue just swirl around the very tip of it. She had swung one arm across her face sort of covering her eyes as she let out a low moan. "Oh God, don't ever stop that Chuck, it feels unbelievable." I finally let my fingers slide up and gently opened the lips of her vagina and let them enter searching for her clit. The moment I touched it she let out what was almost a scream but was really nothing more than a very loud moan. By then her juices were flowing and I knew I'd have no trouble slipping my cock deep inside of her. I raised my lips to hers and held a long warm kiss while my fingers were doing some magic far below. I then rose up on my arms and knees and slipped over on top of her. She spread her legs to allow me to enter her and I let the very tip of my cock partly spread the lips of her pussy. I then gave a little stronger push and I was buried a couple inches inside of her and her moaning became far louder. I'd only had sex with two other virgins and I had forgotten how tight their pussies are. It felt like my cock was in a vise and was being squeezed tightly. It felt terrific. "Oh God, Chuck, that feels wonderful." As she was saying that I was slipping further into her and it wasn't long before my cock was buried to the hilt and we still had our lips locked together. I was resting on my lower arms holding my weight off of her so I let my hands slide up and had each of them gently caress a breast. I soon began thrusting ever so gently and with each downward thrust I would kiss her even harder letting my lips wander from her mouth to her neck and then up over her cheeks and back to her mouth. It didn't take her long to get into the thrusting pattern. She was soon throwing her pussy up at me as I slipped down into her. It only took a few minutes of that before I could feel the heat rising in my balls and I was soon shooting a load deep into her lovely virgin pussy. When she felt me shudder and thrust harder with my orgasm she could feel the start of the same thing happening to herself. "Chuck, I am going to explode." "Let it happen honey. Just let it happen." "Whew, oh Lord, I never thought it would feel so good." We just lay there facing each other coming down from our orgasmic highs as I let my mouth come over to hers and cover her in kisses. It was an unforgettable experience. "Honey, we have a mini-liquor cabinet over in the other room. Would you like me to get you a glass of wine or something a bit stronger to celebrate?" "That's a great idea. I'll let you pick out my poison." "Two martinis coming up." I answered. "Oh boy, I tried some of those one night in the dormitory and I soon found that I was shit-faced drunk so don't let me have more than two. OK" "Two it is." We each sipped both of our drinks and then decided it was time for nitey-night. I was dragging but Amy seemed to still have tons of pep. Whew, I'm only eight years older than her but feel as if I'm eighty. We only used her bed that night and I slept like a baby right up until eight AM. I could feel a hard-on growing and we were spooning together so I felt certain she could feel my cock pressing against her. No matter, I guided it into her and slid in the whole way in one smooth movement. I heard one huge sigh from her and then felt her moving back against me. Damn, she was going to fuck me as hard as I was ready to fuck her. What a woman! I held each of her hips and pulling her back to me didn't require much effort on my part at all. She was soon in perfect time with my thrusting. We started slowly and it took us quite some time to come up to the speed of action we had the previous night but when we did ....lookout, we became lean mean fucking machines. She went over the top first with me coming in right behind her. "Amy you were a virgin up until about ten last night and now you seem to like it as if it has been something you have been doing for years. What a surprise." "Well, to tell the truth I have been thinking about doing it for years and now that it has happened I can't seem to get enough." "Well, I'm happy to give you as much as I have. I just hope it is enough for if you are ever going to go outside to fill in any gaps I might have then that will be the end for us. OK?" "OH God Chuck, why did you say that? I'm never going to do this with anyone else as long as you still want me. I am more than just a little surprised at myself for with only the short time we have known each other I think I can honestly say that the word 'love' is beginning to enter my vocabulary." "OK let's get up and get ready to see a bit of the Musée de Orsay today. Today I will let you scrub my back." I said with a laugh. As I was heading for the shower I looked back at the bed and saw a little bit of blood but I just threw a pillow on it and never said a word. We were down in the lobby in about forty-five minutes and I decided we'd go back to Jacque's for breakfast again. Before we left the hotel I went up to the front desk while Amy was at the paper stand trying to get an English speaking newspaper. I had a brief chat with the front desk and then caught up with her only to see a long face. They were all out of English papers We had a quiet normal kind of breakfast before heading out to the de Orsay. I love the Van Gogh exhibit they have and as soon as we entered I told Amy about it and it really is fantastic with one exception ....it is on the fifth floor. Fortunately there is an elevator that I didn't find on my first two visits to the place. The first floor is filled with modern type of sculpture buried in amongst some early works. Amy went a little crazy. "Hey honey, I am going to grab some kind of reading materiel and take one of these bench seats while you are looking at this stuff until you say 'enough'. When you are ready to go to the fifth floor give a shout and I'll be right with you." As she walked away I couldn't help but see what she was wearing...tight jeans that almost screamed to me as to where my face was going to be when we returned to the hotel. We stayed at the Musée de Orsay until almost one before going out to a nearby café for lunch. After lunch we left to take the funicular up the hill to see Sacré Coeur. The funicular is a lot better way to go up the steep hill than to try and climb the stairs. The basilica has always been a dispute with many Parisians about which is the prettier church .....it or Notre Dame. In my opinion they are both so different that it would be unfair to try and pick one over the other. We spent a good bit of time seeing it before going back down the hill and grabbing a cab back to the hotel. Amy's jaw dropped a foot when she went into the room and then the bedroom only to see that the two queen size beds had been replaced by one king size. Wonders will never cease. "Chuck, why do they do such big things for you?" "Amy, I'd have to think I am one of their better customers. I stay here about once a month for four to five days each time. That's roughly fifty nights a year and I do a fair amount of drinking in their lounge so I guess they wouldn't want to lose me over something as trivial as swapping a bed." After our usual afternoon nap and everything that was now included with a nap!!! We dressed for dinner but once again we were going to be in casual clothes; jeans and a decent top. There was a very nice restaurant up on Montparnasse Blvd I discovered on one of my earlier trips to the city where we ate that night and enjoyed it very much. We were through with dinner around nine and I was ready to give that king size bed another workout so rather than walk back to the hotel I hailed a passing cab. As we walked into the room I suggested that I was ready for a shower after all of the walking around we did that day. She asked if she could share the shower with me and I happily agreed. As I said before I was surprised at her body. Her breasts were a bit more than a handful and her waist and ass were to die for. The shower in the suite was larger than a normal one in that it was easily big enough for the two of us and I was anxious to let my hands roam over that lovely body I was looking at . They really were the quickest showers either of us ever had. My hands covered every inch of her body and hers dwelt on my cock. She caressed it softly and gently and then let her fingers trace up and down the veins in it and then held my balls as if they were eggs and would break if she massaged them too hard. Whew, a minute or so of that kind of attention and it was harder than a steel pole and ready to give her the pleasure she was asking for. I pulled her to me and covered her face with warm kisses before I said, "Enough's enough ---let's get out of here and hit the sack." After drying off I took her hand and led her to the big bed. As I lowered her on it I dropped my face to her stomach and covered it with kisses while my fingers were gently caressing the lips of her pussy. I let my mouth slide down so it was directly in front of that lovely opening while letting my tongue begin licking up and down each side and using my hands to spread the lips wide open. My tongue was doing its magic when I heard, "Chuck, what are you doing to me? Whatever it is don't ever stop." Her moans were getting faster and louder by the minute. While my tongue was doing its thing I let my hands roam up to her breasts and let my fingers gently hold each nipple and lightly caress it. That did it; she let out a screech and threw her hips up at me high and hard as her orgasm overcame her . I quickly moved my face away from her pussy and slid up on the bed pushing my arms under her hips lifting her hips and legs high in the air as I drove my cock deep inside of her as my hands were reaching up to fondle her breasts. She was still coming down from her orgasm but reached up behind my head and pulled my mouth to hers not seeming to mind the taste of her own pussy from my mouth. My thrusting started to go faster and I soon heard another loud moan from her as it sounded as if she was going to have another orgasm. I forgot my promise to be gentle and I was driving my cock as hard as I could as deep inside of that it would go. It only took me a few minutes of that before I was shooting one load after the other as far up inside of her that I could get. We lay there without moving for a good while just locking our lips to each other. I wasn't going to be ready to go for another round so quickly so I kept my hands to myself and just hugged and kissed her. We fell asleep like that. As we awoke the next morning I pulled her to me and just feeling her breasts and lower body against me was all it took to bring my cock to attention. I thought we'd do it a bit differently this morning so I lay back and pulled her on top of me. I then put my hands on her hips and lifted her so I could lower her on my raging hard on. By the time my cock was almost touching the lips of her pussy her juices were flowing fast and furious. They were the perfect lubricant for my cock and I just let her fall straight down and then buried my cock in her all the way. Once again she screeched a little but lowered her face to mine and we locked lips again. She was then kneeling over me and was able to use her legs to rise and fall over my cock without any help from me as my hands gently cupped her breasts and twirled my fingers around her nipples. "Chuck, this is the best way yet. I love it." she said softly. It didn't take either of us long before our huge explosions almost rocked the bed. Over the next several days we saw so much artwork in the museums and all of the rest of the famous tourist sights and had so much sex that I was wondering if I'd ever walk right again. I also introduced her to being up on her hands and knees and having me enter her from the rear but she didn't like it that way because we couldn't kiss while we were doing it. Damn, she is one terrific sex partner. She Loved Paris One afternoon while we were just lying there before having sex she said, "Chuck, even though I never had sex before I met you that doesn't mean I knew nothing about it. I must have read a ton of books on the subject and also saw a number of CD's and there is one way that you did to me but never asked for me to do for you. That is you used your mouth on me down there but never asked me to do the same for you. What's it called-- 'giving the guy a blow- job'?" "I guess I didn't want to run the risk of turning you off." I replied. She was running her fingers up and down my cock and purred "Would you want me to try it for you?" By then my cock was harder than hell not only from what her fingers were doing to it but from this conversation. "Only if you want to. Keep in mind that the woman has a choice at the end of it and that is if she is going to let the guy come in her mouth or will she lift her mouth off him at the last minute and then just jerk his cock until he has his orgasm. That is entirely up to the woman." "Which way would you prefer?" she asked. "I think most guys would prefer to come in the girl's mouth." I answered. "That's the way I'll do it for you then." She said as she was stroking my cock. Without me paying much attention to where she was moving her mouth I looked down and could see her lips almost touching the head of my hard cock. She was looking up at me as she opened her mouth and covered the head of my cock with her warm soft lips. Oh Lord this felt terrific. She lifted her mouth off me and asked if she was doing it right. I had to answer honestly and tell her that she had to get as much of my cock in her mouth without gagging before she could go up and down on it as if she was bobbing for apples. That's all I had to say and the next thing I felt was that she had taken at least four inches in and was going up and down on it like a yo-yo. She was letting her warm soft hands lightly caress my balls as she sucked away and it didn't take long before I was shooting one long hot load deep in her throat and she was swallowing every drop. When I finished unloading and my cock began to soften up she clamped her lips on it and pulled up to drain every drop out of it. Damn, this won't be the first time I'm going to have her do this. "Did I do it right Chuck?" she asked. "You were perfect honey. We'll try it a little differently the next time and I'm certain you'll love it." The next morning I thought it time try it the different way I had promised her the day before. It was going to be sixty-nine and I was betting she'd love it. She awakened me by something my face with her kisses and then said, "Let's go take our morning shower. I'll even scrub your back." "Let's go. You're on" After the shower she almost jumped on the bed and I was right behind her. Instead of lying face to face with her I lay with my butt about level with her chest and that allowed me to have my face right at her pussy. Of course my cock was level with her face and she reached out and caressed it "Amy what we are about to do is called sixty-nine if you have seen anything about it in any of the books you have read. We are going to use our mouths on each other at the same time. That was all I needed to say. Within a few seconds she had four inches of my soft cock buried in her mouth and had a hand down caressing my balls. I first put my face in the folds of her pussy while letting one hand go up to wander around her breasts. I soon had my tongue searching her pussy for her clit. About the same time I found it my cock was harder than steel and she had a lot of it buried deep in her mouth. Not to be outdone I lowered my hand from her breast and used both hands to spread the lips of her pussy to make room for me to bury my face in it even deeper than it was. I was then using my tongue as feverishly as she was using her mouth on my cock. I was fully determined to go slowly but my cock had an idea of its own. Besides her moving her mouth so my cock was going in and out, my hips had a mind of their own and began fiercely fucking her face. Feeling that made her do her own part and all of a sudden she was throwing her hips at my face every bit as hard as I was doing to hers. It only took a few minutes of that before we were both exploding. The juices were pouring out of her and I think I shot the biggest load I had in the two weeks since we had arrived in France. Whew, I'll never forget these two weeks. We showered again, and dressed casually and made somewhat fast visits to the two museums we really came for her to see. She was actually crying when we left the Louvre. We casually walked the ten or so blocks to the base of the Eiffel Tower. As she said a few days earlier it was probably her favorite touristy thing out of all we had seen. There is a park on one side of the tower we walked around and ended up back under the four legs of that magnificent structure. We walked down to the edge of the river and just sat and watched the boats coming in and going away from the dock. She was still crying and to tell the truth I was a little sad myself. This being our final night in the city was going to be something very special. Le Jules Verne on the Eiffel Tower on our first night was truly a first class restaurant but it wasn't quite in the same league as where I had chosen for our final-final night. It was going to be Taillevent. It is in a lovingly restored old town house off the Champs-Elysées and probably recognized by many as Paris's number one gastronomical shrine. Since reservations at this place are booked out for several months in advance it was going to take all of our concierge insider's power to get us a reservation the same day we asked for it. I knew I would have to be better prepared to increase my gratuity to him because without him it wasn't going to happen. Ah what the hell, as my father used to say "money is made round to go round" As we were walking through the lobby I called him aside and told him what I wanted. His eyes opened wide and he stuttered a bit. His stutter quieted down when he saw the €50 ($68 US) note I had clasped between my fingers. He said very quietly "Mssr. Langdon, would you mind if I used your name when I was speaking to the maître de?" "Not at all if you think that will help." I answered. "I am certain it will do more that you could imagine. He is a very avid art collector and will be thrilled to actually meet you." "Well, use my name if you think it will do the trick." A half hour into our room and the phone rang with the concierge telling me that our reservation was made and it would be at one of the best tables in the place. Wow, the tip was worth it. Amy was in the shower after our last day in the museums getting ready for a dinner she had no idea what a treat was in store for us. She had seen everything she wanted to in the museums and then some. She was one thrilled young woman and more determined than ever to make a career in art. For that I felt the whole trip was worthwhile not including the sex that came about during it. Before leaving the room I called the concierge and had him call for a cab to be waiting for us so when we emerged from the elevator he was beaming and pointing to the waiting cab. Pierre, the concierge at our hotel must have described us to the maître de at Taillevent for as soon as we came through the front door we were greeted with, "Mssr. Langdon it is so nice to finally meet you. I am so familiar with your art I feel I know you and you must be Amy the up and coming artist. It won't be long before it will be you I'll be greeting". As he ushered us to our table many of the eyes in the place were focused on us. Apparently he generally only does the ushering for important guests so everyone was looking at us trying to figure out who the hell we were. When we arrived at the table he pulled the chair out for Amy and spent a few minutes telling me how much he enjoyed my work and was happy for me to see that two pieces at the gallery Amy and I had been to were sold. Amy spoke up for the first time and said, "Yes, we were at that gallery the other day and Chuck had our pictures taken with the purchasers of those two paintings and also gave them his autograph." "Mssr. Langdon, you are a special person indeed and I am so glad you chose to honor us tonight. I do hope you enjoy your dinner." Enjoy it we did. To start the sommelier made a great recommendation of a nice white wine and then the culinary treats began. It's impossible to remember all that we had but every course was better than the previous one. We particularly enjoyed the dessert. It was something made with almonds covered with chocolate. Damn, I can taste it as I am writing this. As we were leaving and neared the front door Amy went over to the coatroom girl and asked her if she would take our pictures. She had her digital camera in her handbag and brought the girl back to me and the maître de. She had the three of us pose nicely and she had the girl take two in case one didn't turn out well. Amy told the maître de that she would have it printed when we returned home and have Chuck autograph it and mail it back to him. Holy shit, I thought he was going to have a heart attack. He actually couldn't speak he was stammering and stuttering so much. He gave us a big smile and muttered a "thanks for coming.' I tipped the coat room girl and we left. We took a cab back to the hotel and ended the night having a couple of cognacs in the lounge. There wasn't any sex that night but we cuddled closely all night. Our flight left Paris at eleven AM so we had to get up early to shower, dress, pack and then get to the airport. We'd grab a fast bite at Jacques and say goodbye. The trip home went fine and the flights were perfect. We arrived back in Phila. around eight-thirty PM and after retrieving my car from long term parking dropped Amy off at her apartment that is only about a mile from mine and then headed home myself. Pulling into my parking space it dawned on me that we hadn't exchanged phone numbers and mine is unlisted. Ah well, I'll get my secretary on it in the morning. * Drop me a note to let me know what you thought of my story.