This happened a few years ago. It is a long read, but it was a long night.
I was on my way back to Paris, after a few days in Barcelona. I took the train rather than fly– it is beautiful countryside, why not?– and had picked up a few bottles of wine and some meats and cheeses, both for the train ride and to have when I arrived. I boarded early to secure a good seat at a table, ideally one to myself if space permitted. As we were about to depart, a girl came on board, having just parted ways with her friend, who was determined to take what I assume were their allotted seats in a different carriage. I did not pay much attention as she sat down across from me, as I was engrossed in a book, until we were well underway. When I did look up, I had a pleasant surprise. She was cute, obviously American, and in her early 20s (perhaps five years younger than me at the time); we made eye contact, and exchanged a smile. A few hours in (it is a long ride), I brought down the food and wine I had taken with me, and asked her if she would like some.
By the time we arrived in Paris, we had gone through the food and three bottles of wine, and she had offered me her number. She met her friend, who eyed me warily as she saw her linger just a bit too long giving me a hug goodbye, and asked me to call her if I had a night free. I was leaving the next day, so it seemed it would not work– which we agreed, with locked eyes, was a shame.
Then I sat down to get in touch with my AirBnB host for the night. She had misread the request, and could not provide the flat until the next day. I was irritated, obviously, but decided to have a drink and some dinner and take advantage of my unexpected night of freedom to have some fun. I wrote the American girl, told her I unexpectedly had the night free after all, and we agreed to meet for a drink. It took her half a sip of wine to suggest that I stay with her. One problem: she was sharing a room with her friend, who was, to put it lightly, not on board. The friend begrudgingly agreed that we would get a foldaway bed from reception, which my new friend and I agreed to with a small smile. We got to the hotel, which was very nice and on the Champs Elysées, and the friend went straight to bed, and to sleep. We went to request the foldaway bed from the front desk.
The door had barely closed before I had her pressed up against the corridor wall. I ran my hand over her ass; she pressed her hips against mine. I pulled her shirt down and licked her breast; she gasped that she was wet. I slid my hand under her shorts; she spread her legs. I slipped my fingers along and inside of her, and she was telling the truth– she had soaked her pants and through her shorts, and was dripping down her leg. I kissed her neck as she grasped my back, shaking as she came on my fingers. I tasted her, and looked her in the eye as I gave them to her to lick clean. She did as I wanted, and I nodded towards the floor. Never breaking eye contact, she dropped down to her knees, opened my trousers, took my cock in her mouth, and rolling her tongue all around me, got to work.
She was good at what she was doing. Within a few minutes, she had me ready. Hours of flirting on the train, knowing how badly she wanted me, feeling how wet she was– something I particularly like– and the way she used her lips and mouth had me absolutely full of cum, and I was expecting to fill her mouth, cum on her face, and have some drip onto her breasts. She was too hungry for that– she saw me about to cum, went as deep as she could take me, and as I slowly pulled out of her mouth, to let her taste me, swallowed every drop.
She got up, smiled, said “thank you,” and took me by the hand to go to the lift to the lobby. She was cute, and she had confidence– anyone could have come down that corridor. But her ass looked too good in her shorts, and her lips were far too good, for her to only swallow my cum once. We got in the lift, and I hit the top floor.
She gave me a look, a smile, and got back on her knees. As the lift ascended, she bobbed her head forwards and backwards, eagerly pleasuring me. I could tell how it turned her on, how much she wanted it. We got to the top, her still keenly sucking me on her knees, and I hit the button for one of the belowground levels, which had a spa.
By this point, I wanted to taste her. I pulled her, us both half undressed, into one of the spa changing rooms. I put her on a counter, spread her legs, and licked my way up her thigh. She tasted honeyed, rich and delicious. I kissed, tasted, and ate her bare pussy until she came for me again, enjoying the taste of her and the feel of making her drip onto my tongue. We didn’t have a condom, and on the train we had talked about her firm rules about birth control; I may be dominant, and she submissive, but to break that rule would drunkenly (if obviously consensually) cross a line that she was serious about while sober. We could tell we wanted to, so to break the moment I pushed her back to her knees. She got back to work, making me cum again and again, swallowing it every time. Eventually we made our way back to the room, and with her friend around the corner, I told her to get bare naked and finger herself until she came in sync with me. She did, and with the last of my cum, I pulled my cock from between her lips and wiped it on her face. She moaned loudly enough to make her friend stir and immediately came again, squirting past her fingers and onto the carpet.
I left the next day, and have not seen her since. But every time since that I have gone to Paris, I have walked by that hotel, and smiled.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/izk6vt/my_airbnb_falling_through_led_to_a_night_of_very
What an amazing tale that is! So sexy!