The great way

In the late winter, twilight promised sad to Paris, while alone, I was strolling on the docks of the courthouse to the Orsay Museum. I had to plead a case and exceptionally, other Parisian obligations waiting for me the next day, so I had to spend the night.

     My client had been generous and I was staying in an upscale hotel, with an original view which I speak further.

     I meditated while walking, when my eyes saw, bright, illuminated, the great Wheel of Concorde Square, installed for several months for 2000.

     Continuing my solitary walk, I approached more and more of this Ferris Wheel and arrived Place de la Concorde, I decided to take my place in the queue. I bought my ticket and waited for the judgment of the wheel to make a basket. There were many young people and in front of me got a woman. I followed immediately and a band of 3 or 4 young, seeing us settled, flowed back to take the next boat, so I was alone with this stranger sitting across from me in this mesh basket.

     She was dark, straight hair and soft but fairly short, hazel eyes, a sensual mouth with full lips, about 35 years. She wore a bottle green raincoat with the collar, nice shoes with heel.

     The wheel began to turn. The view was really splendid. The illuminated monuments of Paris, the yellow and red waves of cars on the Champs … We turned slowly at the Wheel.

     Our eyes embraced the city and met, smiling, amazed like kids. I returned his smile. She moved left and right, looking around her. His raincoat was open and I could see his legs veiled in black with her skirt to tailor dating back gradually, as she turned to one side or the other ..

     – Do you know Paris ? me she asked.
     – A little, I said, I just often enough … On my reply, she showed me a lighted dome. This monument, you know?.
     – This is the dome of Les Invalides, I replied …
     – Ho course and uh, the other side a church in the distance? she showed me the direction of his hand.
     – This is the Sacred Heart, Montmartre …
     – Of course, she replied, I’m an idiot … Silence … The view is really beautiful, do not you think?
     – Yes, I said ‘I would say exciting
     – Ho, exciting is not the word, she replied …
     – For me, if I retorted with a smile, my gaze to her legs uncovered.

     She looked down and realized my allusion. Her skirt had risen well in contortions force to enjoy the view on each side, and you could see the edge of her black stockings.

     – Ho …
     – Do not move … It is extremely pretty. You have beautiful legs …

     I got up from my seat and came to squat in front of her in the car, placing my hand on one of her thighs, caressing a little and then passing under the fabric of her skirt, my hand crunching the veil of her pretty low Chantal Thomass …

     – But what do you do? You are crazy ! We’ll see us! Are you crazy ? I escaped to any comments that women honest means in such circumstances, but ultimately make little to stop it …

     The chance came to my rescue because our car stopped at the top of the wheel.

     Kneeling before her legs, I stroked her gently, going increasingly high. She did not react. At most she had launched a few glances to realize if you could see us from other platforms. But that was not the case.

     My hand reached her bare thighs above the bottom …

     She did not close her thighs, and soon my hand touched her lace panties. I began to caress her gently with one finger then two through her panties.

     – Oh no, stop but she said without much conviction, especially as she spread her legs a little, which allowed me to approach my head and put my mouth between her thighs. I licked her panties sniffed the fragrance of her privacy. I felt her look right and left, while advancing his pelvis.

     I then spent a finger under the elastic of her panties, touching the smooth lips of her shaved pussy. After some finger caresses, I dismissed her panties, revealing her wet pussy which I plaquais my mouth.

     The pod had not moved; we were always on top. I ran my tongue over her vagina, her flushed excited and tense clitoris. It emitted a few groans. I enjoyed abundant wet and was enjoying. I sucked greedily this fragrant and mold oozing with desire, to really taste delicious, drinking, eating, grazing.

     I soon put a finger then two into her wet sheath, while sucking his turgid button, sucking her lips, pushing my tongue greedy, devouring this brief pussy offered to desire.

     The unusual circumstances clearly, his excitement tenfold and while the basket was recovering in motion, so to speak, she squeezed her thighs against my head, moaning his pleasure and enjoyment.

     I stood, mouth and lips shiny with her juices as she belittled her skirt, looking me in the corner and glancing at my outstretched fly.

     She smiled at me and said simply “thank you” when the car stopped, and we went out on the square. I will not let go. She herself lived near me.

     She stood there, probably still a little in the clouds, and said “You are all smeared .. me.” And indeed, I did not have a tissue. She handed me one, and I was wiping a little mouth and nose. While walking, we noticed to be entered in the Tuileries Garden. I approached the first basin and dipped his handkerchief in water to wash my. She was there and smiled.

     – My name is Fabienne me she pointed uh … and it was great .. I liked short, you do well here …
     – We walk a little? I asked him, pointing to the wooded paths of the garden, lit the lights of the Wheel.
     – If you want…

     Thus we made a little knowledge walking, and she told me she was working in the bank, it was in Paris on course for three days, it ended tomorrow, she had Limoges, she was married …

     While browsing the aisles slowly, I took her hand, she did not refuse.

     – So, you’re free for dinner?
     – Oh, no, I do not know.
     – Do you mean that we are not intimate enough?

     She smiled and stopping, I pulled her against me. Our mouths joined. She opened her lips and our tongues mingled in a kiss more and more humid. She could not help but feel my hard cock against her stomach …

     Discreetly, protected by his raincoat, she ran her hand between us and squeezed my cock through the fly and then descended weigh else.

     – You inspired me … she confessed.
     – And me, I say, smiling …
     – Yes, I feel that. You will often lick of married women on the rides?
     – No, it’s the first time … So for this dinner?
     – … Well, let’s go, okay …
     – You are at the Hotel?
     – Yes, near the Saint-Germain .. And you?
     -. I, too, a large hotel instead of the Royal Palace, near the Louvre Museum.

     He always holding hands, I took my laptop to book a table well-known excellent near the Quai Voltaire. Luckily, there was room.

     We continued our walk along the banks of the Seine to the Pont Neuf, past the booksellers who closed their shops, chatting about our respective lives and chance encounters.

     Naturally we ponctuions our walk kisses increasingly wet. Fabienne clung to me, rubbing her belly on my fly.

     – Um, you still bandage, she told me …

     The time passed quickly and, returning somewhat our steps, we reached our restaurant whose decor medieval, armor and even chastity belts were the admiration of Fabienne.

     Set in a quiet corner, face to face around a long table round table, we dined with appetite, our conversation gradually drifting on sex.

     The prelude to the Great Wheel had somehow placed Fabienne orbit. I learned that her husband was a little adventurous in the matter and he singularly lacked imagination, with a clear tendency to the spacing of reports and reducing their duration, leaving Fabienne on her sexual hunger. She confessed she easily masturbated almost every day but I could not get it delivers me his secret fantasies.

     Sometimes my hand slipped under the tablecloth to gently caress her thighs, sometimes I touched his chest, undoing her blouse buttons one and two, admiring the promising furrow of her heavy breasts.

     – I play 90C me she clarified, you like?
     – Yes a lot, I like big breasts, here opens a lot of erotic possibilities …
     – Oh yes ? why?
     – I’ll show you …
     – When?
     – Tonight ? We go to your hotel, you take what you need and we go to my room. We just cross the Seine … I promise you a surprise …
     – Oh, I can see that ..
     – No, another beautiful views … you will enjoy …
     – You think I’m going to come?
     – You are in debt with me, right?