Last night in Paris [FM] [female pov]

I will always remember the summer week I spent in Paris.
I had had a dreadful year and I needed to take time for me.
My best friend recommended a cute little hotel near Montmartre called “Mon amour”. And the name was indeed very well chosen.
The staff were really lovely and the waiter… That “ravissant serveur” as they say in French. I can’t tell you his name… but he had those eyes I could drown in and a smile that could mesmerise every women.

The first time I saw him was in the dinner room for breakfast. He told me “Bonjour mademoiselle, que désirez vous pour votre petit déjeuner ?”. I answered him “Hello, a cup of tea and a croissant s’il vous plait”.
I saw on his face that he didn’t understand what I had said. That day I was happy to have taken French class when I was at school and so every day I practiced my French with him. I liked this short exchange between us and I was anticipating with great pleasure our small chats.
The last day of my stay in Paris, I was more confident than usual. I felt beautiful and free, and I decided to ask him for a date. I wanted to pass my last night in Paris in his arms. I decided to wear some beautiful French lingerie that I had bought a few days before. A nice black bra, with lace and embroidery, that accentuated the shape of my breasts to perfection and a matching thong. To go with it, I wore a top that complimented my cleavage and a classy skirt, not too short.
I went to the dinner room, a bit anxious to see him. He wasn’t there… That morning my breakfast tasted worse than usual. I felt a bit sad. When I was leaving the hotel, the receptionist called me and gave me a letter. I hastily opened the envelope, it was a note with a very short message:
“Ma belle inconnue, retrouve moi devant le Moulin Rouge”
signed Votre serveur
My heart skipped a beat. He was asking me for a date.

I know the place as I went to the Moulin Rouge on my first night in town. It is one of the most famous cabarets in Paris. I had heard that It was a colorful and magical show and it was.
Since it was a sunny day I decided to go there by foot. After a ten minutes walk, I saw the red sails of the windmill. I guess my look was very attractive since a lot of men smiled at me on my way.
He was there, wearing a shirt with short sleeves and a pair of jeans. He complimented me on my look. I blushed. I told him I picked this outfit just for him. He blushed. He told me that he wanted to ask me out for few days but the policy of the hotel forbid dating the clients. Leaving a note on his day off was his idea to get around the problem. I confessed that I planned this morning to ask him out and I was disappointed when I didn’t see him at the hotel.

He wanted to show me his Paris, “le vrai Paris” as he said, so he grabbed my hand and I let him guide me. He didn’t stop talking all the way. He knew a lot about the history of the town. I have to confess that I didn’t understand everything he said but the music of his voice was a delightful melody.
We passed by the Opéra and its beautiful gilding, the Place Vendôme and its jewellers. Our first stop was the musée de l’Orangerie in the jardin des Tuileries.
We sit side by side in a big room without saying a word viewing the nympheas by Claude Monet. A painting of water lillies. It was so beautiful and peaceful. I was living a dream. He took my hand and whispered in my ear, “je savais que ça te plairait”. I was melting. Was it what the French called Love ? I didn’t know but I loved this feeling and I felt like a teenager.
He bent down and kissed me on the neck. His soft lips on my skin made me shiver.
I can’t exactly remember what happened next.
When I think about this moment, I feel soothed and relaxed.

The next memory I have of this special day is the feeling of his hand in mine in the musée d’Orsay, standing in front of “l’origine du monde” by Gustave Courbet. It depicts a close view of a woman’s genitals. I whispered in his ear “je ne suis pas si poilue”.
His cheeks and ears turned red as he told me that he would like to check.

Time flies by so fast that it was already evening. We went to lunch in a brasserie. I’d love to say that it was delicious cuisine but I really can’t remember what I ate. I had others ideas in mind…
I went to the bathroom, took off my black thong and put it in my purse. I pretended to drop something on the floor. He bent down under the table and at the same time, I lifted up my skirt and I slowly opened my legs. He was so surprised that he banged his head against the table. It made me laugh so loud that everybody looked at us.
I told him “Oh mon pauvre chéri, je suis désolé… Je vais trouver un moyen de me faire pardonner… On pourrait peut être aller chez toi ?”. As I said those words, his eyes sparkled and a big smile appeared on his face.

I remember the 90 steps to climb to reach his apartment. My heart beat faster and faster at each step. He lived on the 6th floor in a very small flat and I was breathless when I reached it. He opened the door and told me “Welcome to my place” with his cute French accent. He had a bay window with an amazing view. We could see the lights of the city and even La tour Eiffel. While I was enjoying this beautiful view, he approached me from behind, kissed me on the neck. The softness of his lips made me shiver again. I closed my eyes basking in the sensation.

He slid his hands under my top as he continued to kiss me. It was so good to feel his warm fingers against my belly and his cock growing against my ass.He slid his hands below my top as he continued to kiss me. Feeling his warm fingers against my belly felt so good. I could feel his cock growing against my ass. I turned over to French kiss him. Our tongues whirling and waltzing. His right hand was sliding down to my skirt and he lifted it up. He caressed my naked cheek.I was more and more aroused. He released his embrace and as he knelt down, he pulled down my skirt. His kisses tickled my upper thighs and when his teasing tongue reached my cleft, my legs began to shake… He squeezed my cheeks as his tongue wandered slowly all over my pussy lips. As he moved it in circles around my clit I felt a jolt of pleasure through my entire body. I was writhing each times he rubbed me. I moaned out loud and I could barely stand up. He slowly inserted his wet tongue inside of me, licking everywhere he could reach. I fell off the sofa and before I could recover he began to slowly draw circles with his finger on my wet lips. Even though my pussy was hungry to devour his finger, I told him to wait and stand up.

My eyes were level with his waist. I unzipped his jeans revealing the big bulge in his boxer briefs. I licked my lips and gave him an eager look as I freed his throbbing cock glistening with precum. He smiled down at me as he stood, his hardness rubbing against my chin. I looked into his eyes as I wrapped a hand around the base of his dick. Wet my sexy red lips with my pink tongue. Without breaking eye contact, my mouth closed around him. He groans deeply as my tongue draws circles around his purple head. My hand slowly stroking up and down his length. Slowly, I moan as I slide my mouth further down his hard cock. His guttural cry of pleasure making my pussy drip. I loved pleasuring him with my lips and tongue. I stopped stroking and just held the base. My hot, wet mouth sliding up and down his length. My head bobbing up and down his shaft. As I took him in and out I released just before he could cum. He was edging.
He watched the clock and I wondered why.

He took off his shirt, uncovering an attractive hairy chest, and I stood, grasping the hand he offers me. My breath quickens as he slowly removes my top revealing my breasts perky and round, my nipples poking through the bra. He cupped my tits. I moaned as his thumbs were running over my covered nipples. One hand continued to rub my breasts, in a quick practiced movement his free hand released the clasp of my bra. He pulled of my bra. I moaned as my breasts bounced free. He bent down and took a tit in his mouth. My nipple was growing under his swirling tongue. As he was nibbling and sucking, I couldn’t stop moaning.
Again, he watched his clock.

He uses his pointing tongue as a paintbrush and drew arabesques from my breasts till my neck. As he reached my mouth, he kissed me passionately, caressed my hair and held me against the bay window. I felt the cold against my back and my body burning against him. I caressed his hairy chest as we continued to swirl our tongues and taste each other. We took our breath and he told me to turn around and to look at this beautiful view. He was right behind me and I felt his warm hard cock against my cool ass. I lightly moved my ass to delicately massage my cheeks on his dick. He was rock hard and asked me to bend over and lean on the bay window. I did, and opened my legs to let him enter in me. His hands on my cheeks as he slid inside me. We both moaned at the same time. He slowly thrust deeper in me and I let out a whimper. He was moving his hips faster and faster. My breasts were swaying and as he was close to cumming, he pushed me against the window. The cold on my chest made me scream and I felt at the same time his hot cum filling my pussy. I was about to close my eyes when I was captivated by the sparkling Eiffel tower and I understood why he watched his clock. He wanted a perfect ending…

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