I slowly sipped the hot cup of coffee the waitress placed on the table in front of me and watched as the rain cascaded down the glass window. Paris is an amazing place and l enjoyed each trip I made to the city, but this particular trip brought back memories.
The date, weather and the Eiffel tower in a distance triggered a ten-year old memory I have kept locked up in my heart.
I stared at the silhouette of the tower and thought of how the twenty-five year old enthusiastic version of myself had gone on a three days hunger strike so as to convince my possessive parents to let me spend the summer of 2010 in Paris with my best friend.
I won the war and for the first time, I ventured out of my comfort zone.
Being the only child had its advantages because I was pampered to a fault by my adoring parents. But on the downside, they were so possessive and overbearing that I wasn’t allowed to do anything fun.
The trip would mark my freedom from them and I looked forward to it with a glee. The flight to Paris was longer than I had imagined but eventually, the plane touched down after ten hours in the sky.
I was beyond happy to be there that it was evident to the other tourists, which embarrassed me. My best friend’s cousin, Jean, was waiting to pick us up at the airport and he gave us a short tour of the city before driving us home to sleep off the jet lag.
I felt energized after a good night’s sleep and was rearing up to go explore the next morning. Sadly, my bestie and her cousin Jean, had an appointment. So ,they asked Jean’s friend to take me on a tour of the city instead, and I was more than delighted to oblige when I found out he was a professional tour guide.
Jean put a call through to him and we heard a knock on the door after a short wait. The atmosphere of the room changed immediately he stepped in, His handsome face haloed by a blinding light.
My circle was small but I could have sworn he was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid my eyes on.
He was built like a Greek statue with his mass of golden curls, tanned skin, and majestic charisma. He made my heart skip several beat as he walked towards me with his roll of pearl white teeth flashing in the sunlight.
Jean briefly introduced us to each other and left with a promise to return later in the night with my friend.
I was short of words, excited and pretty much scared of how I would spend the entire day with him without embarrassing myself. But his warm smile reassured me and we were soon in his car and on our way.
We were at a stop sign when I catch him staring at me, I subconsciously touched my hair shyly and watched as his gaze followed my hand to the deep cut of my chest where the gentle swell of my breast peeped out.
He cleared his throat in embarrassment and adjusted in his seat while I basked in the joy of the possibly attraction between us.
The sexual tension between us was so thick a knife could cut through it. He made the first move and sparked up a common conversation which led to more personal discussion and we were almost buddies by the time we got to the first place on the brochure.
He was a wonderful tour guide and he knew his history well. It made each place seem magical and enchanting. We spent hours walking around the street of Avenue des Champs-Elysees. Then we left the beautiful boulevard to grab something to eat before heading to the Luxembourg gardens. And that was when I realized the atmosphere between us. We were delightfully conscious of each movement we made and we threw glances at each other from the corner of our eyes.
I stood in the garden, eyes closed, head tilted towards the warm sunshine when I suddenly opened my eyes and caught him again, he was staring intently at me and this time he didn’t avert his gaze nor felt embarrassed for being caught him the act.
“You’re lovely, “he said and I turned a bright shade of red.
He moved closer to me enough for me to feel his breath on my face, he tucked spray hair behind my ear and grinned. His fingers left a burning imprint there and I felt my nipples turned pebble hard in my bra.
His close proximity filled the air with his masculine scent and I was intoxicated by it. I met this sex god barely five hours ago and he yet he was able to wake a fire in me with just a slight touch. Dirty thoughts popped into my head as I stared at his lips and bit mine at the same time.
We jumped and split apart when we heard voices coming towards us.
I couldn’t contain my excitement when we got to the Eiffel tower late in the evening. The sinking sun and purple sky made the tower more magnificent. I had a dream of the day I’d set my eyes on the infamous tower and it exceeded my expectations.
I was lost in my admiration of the tower that I didn’t notice the broad grin on his face.
“I have met a lot of tourists, but you’re the first tourist that looks this happy to see the Eiffel“ he said.
“How can anyone not be rendered speechless by it?, I mean it’s such an amazing work of art”, I lashed back defensively.
“Well, you will find it much more magical when you see the view of Paris from the top“, he responded and gestured at me to follow him.
He had anticipated we might meet some tourists at the tower, but the number was far beyond what he had expected. So, we had to wait at the bottom of the tower for an hour to get to our turn. By then it was late and the sky felt like it was going to rain.
He made the necessary payments for our tickets and we were soon in the elevator on our way to the top of the tower.
We alighted the elevator on the third floor of the tower and we met a few tourists there. The view of the city from there was magnificent and for a second, it felt like the tower was a personal property of mine. I told him that and he burst into laughter and proclaimed me the queen of the tower for the day which I found amusing and cute.
I stood at the edge with my fingers wrapped around the rail as I took in the evening breeze. The wind mercilessly tore at my hair but it didn’t bother me a bit.
He moved closer and started pointing out the places we didn’t get to visit during the day. We spent a few more hours, completely engrossed in the view that we didn’t notice that everybody had left except for us.
He checked the time and we realized it was past eleven, we ran to the elevator but it didn’t respond so we made an emergency call to the engineering room and we were told the elevator broke down and it would take three hours to get it fixed. We had to be patient.
He suggested we make our way down by the stairs but sadly the stairs have been under renovation for two weeks. We resigned to our fate and decided to wait for the elevator to be fixed.
We sat in awkward silence for almost twenty minutes till he sparked up a conversation. I told him about my parents and how hard it was to get them to approve my trip to Paris, and he told me how he gave up his football dreams due to an accident that nearly crippled him.
The ambience and situation snapped something in me and I slowly inched close to him and boldly kissed him on the lips.
He was momentarily shocked , but it didn’t take him five seconds before he wrapped his hands around my small waist and drew me closer for a much deeper kiss.
I kissed him back with a wanton abandon and we both realized how we’ve both been wanting this since jean introduced us earlier. I was in the arms of a man I met this morning but it felt wrong yet his touches felt right.
Suddenly, a thunder clap broke us apart and we stood with heaving chests while we stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like eternity. It began to rain and the downpour snapped us back to reality, he took my hands and we both ran under the shed to hide from the storm, but it wasn’t much help since the wind blew the rain in our direction.
We were drenched to the skin in a minute. I assumed he felt the goosebumps on my skin because he wrapped his arms around me and I felt warm and safe there till the rain reduced to a drizzle.
My face turned a bright-red when he suggested I remove my clothes to wring the water out to avoid catching a cold. It felt a bit embarrassing but I realized I had begun to shiver from the wetness. Wetness, due to the cold rain water. And an extra wetness on my sopping folds due to the hot, passionate kiss we had shared earlier. Either ways, I slowly slid off my flora gown. He followed suit and removed his T-shirt and shorts.
I awkwardly watched him wring the rainwater from our clothes in his black brief.
Slightly amused, I chuckled and that caught his attention and he suspended what he was doing and slowly walked towards me.
“You find this situation hilarious?“, he queries mischievously.
I shook my head in response and told him I find him wringing clothes on the Eiffel tower funny and we both laughed. I was in my underwear and I could feel his gaze burning on my tits, which were visible through my lacy bra.
He asked if the rain was to be blamed or because I was conscious of his arousal. My eyes went from his face to his crotch and I noticed he was rock hard.
We both stood there for a while, staring, waiting for the other person to make the first move. I took the initiative and inched slowly to him. Then I slid my hand into his brief and wrapped my cold damp fingers around his stiff, scalding hot member.
I could feel it throbbing in my grasp as he let out a slight grunt as he sucked in his breath. He closed his eyes and went rigid for a few seconds.
I could tell he wanted this. I slowly slide my fingers up and down his impressive length in gentle strokes. He bit his lower lips and left out a groan which got louder as I gradually increased the pace. Then I retracted my hands from his brief and went on my knees in front of him, pulled down his brief and took his hard cock into my mouth and engulfed him all the way to his balls.
He buckled so hard on his feet and nearly lost his balance from the sheer ecstasy of my tongue around him. My head started to bob up and down as I sucked him and worked my way to the pink tip of his cock, I began to twirl my tongue around the tip with a copious amount of suction.
He moaned deep in his throat as his hand went to the back of my head and gently wrapped his fingers around my ponytail, pulling me closer to him with soft thrusts.
After ten minutes of gloriously worshiping him with my tongue he helped me to my feet and led me to the bench close by. He removed my black lacy panties before he sat me down on the edge of the bench, went on his knees with my legs on his broad shoulders and slowly sank his head between my thigh.
I let out a soft moan and arched my back as I felt the first flick of his tongue against my clit. It drove me over the edge in an instant and I held his head and pulled him into me.
He further explored my pink pussy with his tongue as he ate me out consistently and brought me to the brink of orgasms. But I was devastated that he didn’t let me get to the climax. Such a tease!
He stood up abruptly after a while, took my hand and walked me to the railings. There he swung one of my legs over the metal barricade and I stood on the other with my back to him. I should have been scared out of my wits in a normal situation but I threw caution to the wind and waited for him to ease into me.
He stood behind me with my ear in his mouth while he robbed the tip of his cock over my slippery erect clits. I gasped when he finally slipped inside and started pumping me slowly from behind, I grasped the railings and moaned loudly into the air as he picked up the pace, assured that no one could hear nor see us.
He tilted my head to the side and caught my lower lip between his teeth. I moaned in his mouth when his hands went into my bra and gently kneaded my erect nipples.
He retracted my leg from the railings and swung me into the air, his strong arms under my bent knees, my back against his broad chest with my legs dangling in the air.
I felt deliciously open and vulnerable in that position and moaned even louder when his pumping pace went from slow and steady to furiously fast. I felt the orgasms building when the walls of my pussy clenched tighter around his cock with each thrust.
The orgasms left me molten and shuddering in his arms, he murmured sweet nothings into my ears as I came around and realized he was still rock hard within me.
“You came on your own, that’s cheating”, he whispered.
He closed the distance between us and the bench in one stride and dropped me unceremoniously on it, placed my two legs on his shoulders and continued from where he stopped. The rain returned and generously dampened our heated body.
The muscle beneath his skin became more rigid as he pounded my pussy. I knew he was about to cum so I slowly slid my legs down to his waist and fastened them around him.
I saw the question in his eyes so I told him it was my safe period. My reply to his unspoken question seemed to have pleased him enough as he trusted even deeper and harder. I was ready to receive him by them and luckily enough I was close to satisfaction myself.
We came at the same time and I felt his hot seeds fill me up as he shuddered in my arms. We remained in that position for a while with his limp, throbbing cock in my pussy as drops of his cum escaped and slipped out of me.
The emergency phone rang and drove us out of our trance, he slipped out of me reluctantly and walked naked to the phone with his cum coated cock swinging with each step he took. He hung up and ran to our half dried clothes.
“Time to go“, he said, and handed me my gown.
I shyly stepped into my discharged panties and grimaced when a drop of cum from my pussy landed on it.
We were fully dressed and waiting when the newly repaired elevator was sent up.
The staff and engineers were so apologetic they refunded our ticket fee the instant we appeared. We caught a taxi home and rode home in silence.
When we got home, the house was dark and quiet when we stepped in. So he called Jean, and we found out that they won’t be home until the next day because the storm had destroyed the highway.
I overheard Jean plead for him to stay with me till they came back the next morning. Then he turned to me when he dropped the call and asked if it was okay with me if he slept over and the excitement in my eyes was just what he wanted.
He took my hand and led me up the stairs to the guest room which was prepared for me and there we spent hours exploring each other till the wee hour of dawn.
I never saw him till I left Paris a week later, which was expected, since we never made any promises to each other. I often wonder what will happen if I ever saw him again. I was still musing over the thought when the door of the café swung opened and a tall, handsome half drenched gentleman walked in.
We both went still the moment we laid eyes on each other. I smiled and watched as he walked towards me with a broad smile on his lips just like ten years ago.
“Hello“, he said with a mischievous spark in his eyes.
My treacherous heart started beating in an unusual rhythm and I knew the summer of 2010 might repeat itself soon.
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