This happened 4 years ago (40s & married). If cheating is an issue for you, best to move on. I travel internationally for work a fair amount. I had meetings in Paris and decided to stay the weekend to visit Normandy/D-Day historical sites. After researching a few tour companies, I booked a full-day tour then planned on taking the train back to Paris to attend a concert on Sat night.
We load up in the van. We’re all yanks, but I’m the fifth wheel as the other 4 were two couples traveling together. So, naturally I get shotgun up front. Our guide spoke English quite well as she was a college student (~23-24) working as a guide in the summer.
I speak decent French. The others did not. This came in handy later. During the tour, I harmlessly start to make her laugh a bit. She’s good fun and we all enjoyed the banter in the van. When we’d stop to get out and walk the site, she’d tell us about the significance etc then let us take pics or investigate the area a bit. Since I was on my own, she’d tag along with me. We’d chat and flirt. I took reasonable opportunity to touch her. I’d put my hand on her lower back when I wanted her to walk ahead of me (fab view climbing stairs behind her).
As the day goes on, flirting ramps up. We have a lunch break and we eat together – talking about her studies and my being in France etc. I mention that I’m really enjoying the tour and her company. She’s a little shy but also a confident young, French woman. We start slipping into French to speak openly yet discreetly in front of my fellow Americans. At the US memorial in Normandy (very tranquil and somber experience), I was taking this experience seriously, as everyone does there. While walking through the cemetery, she reached for my hand which shocked me (not sure how the other couples saw this or not, but then idgaf).
She inquired about my plans after the tour. The disappointment on her face was evident when I shared that I had plans to hit a show back in Paris that night. I had to bail to the train station immediately after the end of her tour. She wasn’t pouty but there was a subtle change to our vibe like a little dark cloud. Yet, she painted on a happy face and did her best to push the disappointment away.
As the rest of the tour continued, I started to rethink my plans. I hadn’t ever been unfaithful before (had plenty of opportunities at home and abroad, but just didn’t ever consider it). Yet, passion at home was near dead as was the frequency of sex. If ever was there an opportunity to do so safely (?), it was now.
I had asked if she was okay when we had another private moment. She said she was and genuinely wanted to just enjoy the time remaining with me which just….fuck, it made me melt.
I asked her in French if she’d like me to stay for dinner (still could take a late train back to my hotel in Paris). Her eyes lit up and her smile just confirmed that we both knew we were going to fuck. She inquired about my previous plans, but I told her it just didn’t matter anymore.
Dinner in France (Europe, really) is late compared to our standards. Getting a real dinner was impossible given my availability. After the tour ended, she heads to a small market for wine and basically a charcuterie board while I’m retrieving my bags at the local hotel that I checked out of earlier.
We’re in her car driving to god knows where but it’s secluded in nature. Yeah, it’s France. We’re feeling it. Find the spot she has in mind and break out the food. It’s a light meal. We are flirting HARD and I’ve got her laughing. Light touches both ways. I tuck her hair behind her ear. As I lean in for a little peck, she grabs my shoulders and pulls me down partially onto her. Mouths lock. God I love when a woman moans in my mouth. I remember that distinctly about her.
It wasn’t the frantic strip and fuck like I expected. We both took it slow. I tease like a MF which she’d feigned impatience. She rolled on top and began undressing herself then me (I laughed when she swatted my hands away like it was her job….another distinct memory).
She straddled me then went to work on my neck and chest while I held her hair out of her face. Soon her mouth enveloped my hardening cock. Lots of eyes and heavy sucking. She wanted to impress and achieved her goal. She took me into her throat a few times and made a little mess which I love. Then switched to being sensual with kisses and worshiping. That sent me into overdrive.
I flipped her over and began devouring her body. She had firm, full breasts with ghost nipples that I pulled deep into my mouth. My hands roamed, grabbed and clutched while avoiding her slit. She began pushing her hips up to make contact somehow. I had to grab her thighs and pin them into the blanket to begin my teasing assault. Ever have a young female french voice speak in French while you’re pleasuring her? If she grabbed my cock, I would have busted right there.
I avoided her clit and kissed, sucked, nibbled her inner thighs, her hips and her mound – taking a deep pull of air to capture her scent through her cute little bush. After much moaning and thrusts into the air, I gave her a little relief she seeked. Gently licking her labia, spreading her open and teasing her opening. I recall her bucking to my flattened tongue basically from her tight little asshole past her clit. Thighs lock down, hands in my hair. I take my time fingering, licking, sucking, nibbling her clit. I slip my finger from her pussy and begin teasing her ass. After pushing past her tight ring, it takes a few minutes of working her ass with my finger and mouth on her clit for liftoff. I keep going a bit until she can’t handle the overstimulation.
After she rests a bit (and I try to calm the fuck down), she flips me on my back and mounts me raw (yep, thinking with wrong head). Hands on my chest, she takes her time to get used to me. Once she’s warmed up, her hips go to work. I let her ride for a while as I can’t cum in this position. I eventually bear hug her (pinning her arms to her side) as I thrust up into her pretty hard/fast. Her dirt blonde curls in my face. I hit spots that got her to yelp and jump (sorry cervix).
We go through a few different positions. I like being on my side — holding her leg up while she rubs her clit. She def liked back shots. God her hips and ass. We finished in missionary. She pulls me on top and I slide in deep. I’m out of my mind at this point. She was a perfect fit – ploughing her with deep, long strokes. I’ll never forget the look on her face. She was just lost — whipping her head left and right. She started shaking right then. I wasn’t thinking at all (pull out?). I just fucked through her orgasm and blew deep in her.
After cool down, we laughed and lounged for a bit soaking in the whole experience. As we are heading back, we are having a hard time letting go. She was really afraid to ask to spend more time together (she admitted later). I felt weird to try to extend this. Just enjoy the moment and move on, yet…..this “thing” moved forward. After quickly grabbing a outfit and toiletries, we head to the station.
She joined me that night in Paris. We got in so late on the last train that we crashed. She spent Sunday with me. We lazily fucked in the morning. Enjoyed brunch and window shopped a bit. We strolled back to the hotel and fucked for a few hours. This afternoon was far more rigorous and physical. We showered then snuck in one last sensual fuck before I needed to take her to Montparnasse so she could get back at a decent hour up North. It was bittersweet yet joyful at the same time.
Her smile, laugh and that ass….stuck with me for a really long time.
PS: I freaked about unprotected sex and had to wait it out til I got home to get tested. Kept my SO safe until results came in. This experience fucked with my head, ngl. Yet, it did not deter me when we reconnected once back in Paris right before Christmas. We kept in touch a bit after this second trip but she fell for a guy who is one lucky bastard. I was happy for her.
Did not intend to write so much! Be kind as it’s my first time sharing my escapades.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/khvavh/flirting_with_my_tour_guide_f_led_to_sex_in_the
> I needed to take her to Montparnasse so she could get back at a decent hour up North
So you took her to the wrong station lol. Trains from Montparnasse don’t go north and they don’t go in Normandy either.
Fantastic story! I have always fantasized about meeting a carefree young French or Italian beauty. What did she look like beyond dirty blonde curls? The sex out in the open in the countryside must have been like a fairytale.
The best sex of my life also involved cheating, unprotected and birth control-less sex. I completely relate to the mental roller coaster that was worrying about getting her pregnant or catching something for my fiancee (even though she later told me she was clean and getting a plan b pill). Followed by extreme lust and desire to see her again, which led to us making unprotected love 3 more times. Did you finish inside her every time, and how did the 2nd visit go?
Wow, that was very erotic and well-written. Did you fuck again when you reconnected in Paris? Hope you post more!
It sounds like you both fell in love briefly.