I have been living and working in Paris for over ten years now and like most Parisians I use the métro as it is the easiest way to get around the city. Besides, if you take your car, you always end up sitting in a traffic jam, stopped at one of the lights (every 100 metres it seems) and parking is rare. That Friday evening I was standing in the métro (no seat available of course) on my way home from work and looking forward to getting home to my flat and having a nice glass of wine. I was in one of those "end of the week moods"; my tiredness mixed with contentment, knowing that I wouldn't have to be up at 6am the following morning!
My ears pricked up slightly when I heard an English accent through the crowd, not rare in Paris admittedly, but nevertheless being my mother tongue it caught my attention through the conversations going on around me in French. It sounded like students, probably on their study year in France complaining about the admin required to get things sorted, and the first real challenge, jumping through all the necessary hoops to find a place to live!
The métro pulled into the next station and the group got up to get off at Saint Michel, and that was when I saw her. Our eyes met and she held my gaze a little longer than necessary, her eyes were sparkling with laughter as she shared a joke with one of her friends and I felt a tingling run through my whole body! She looked so pure, young and innocent.
Normally I go for brunettes, but what I felt in my body was not something that occurs through the processing of logical thought! She had long blonde hair, hazel eyes, about 1m75 (5'7") and she
radiated sensuality. Within a few seconds, after the recorded voice had warned us to watch our step when getting off the métro, she was lost in the mass of people of a busy Friday night.
As I went home that night I couldn't get her out of my head, especially as my planned evening out had been cancelled at the last minute so I was just sitting home alone. She was still on my mind when I closed my eyes that night, having just relieved the sexual tension that had built up over the evening. I wanted to see those eyes again, but next time I wanted them to be looking down at me while my head was buried between her young legs. I also wanted to know what kind of a moan she would give out as I pushed up deep inside of her. Every evening thereafter I kept a look out for that girl who had captivated all my attention, but days and weeks passed without any sign of her.
After a while I stopped looking out as I figured that the probability of running in to her again had gone. I mean, if people have regular routes like I did for work, then sure, but she was a student and was quite likely just randomly in that part of town at that particular time. The chances of running into her again were slim to none!
After work one Friday night, I went out for a few drinks with some colleagues. I managed to get on the last métro home. A few stops into my journey I was dreaming away as the métro pulled away from Montparnasse and someone sat down in the seat opposite. I got a waft of Golden Delicious as the métro breeze came in through the closing doors. She was wearing a black dress, and had a pair of yellow heels on, and that's where my gaze started... down at her feet, working up her legs, up to her knees where her dress was sitting. Her legs were just slightly ajar, displaying just enough of her inner thigh to wake up my senses! As I started looking up further, over her small firm breasts, and up, our eyes met briefly and I felt a jolt go through my body. She looked away almost immediately, as I realised who it was sitting opposite me!
Having being taken by surprise, I took a few moments to compose myself. I knew that I might only have until the next stop to say something or risk letting her slip away into the night again. I rolled out my killer opening gambit, "Haven't we met somewhere before?"
She looked up a little startled, "How did you know I was English!"
"You look English" I offered.
I gave a slight nervous laugh as I tried to avoid answering her question. Luckily she just laughed politely but still looked at me sceptically. I knew my time was limited and that I needed to know just how much time I actually had. "Listen, where do you get off?"
Oh my god, this poor, pure, innocent young girl thinks I'm a complete weirdo! I suddenly feel a little bad in spite of my physical longing for her. I felt a bit like a wolf circling a lamb and knew I had to try and soften this direct approach.
"Yeah look, sorry I was just wondering as it's the last métro but I feel like another drink, and if you wanted to join a fellow Expat then I wouldn't want it to be too far out of your way to get home after."
"What about you, how will you get home?" she asked, avoiding the question.
"Vélib, if there are any bikes still around, I like cycling through the city at night. But you didn't answer my question." I smiled, and accidently on purpose touched my leg lightly against hers. I was encouraged by the fact that she didn't move her leg away.
"Saint Germain des-Prés, but there aren't any decent bars that will still be open at this time," she lied.
I looked up, it was 2 stops away, shit! "Even if the bar's not great, with a nice drink and good company it'll
still be fun," I tried as we pulled into the next station. "And I rarely get to speak English these days, you'd really make my day!"
"Maybe," she said. "I guess we could have a look when we get off."
"OK perfect," I smiled back at her.
We hopped off the métro and headed out onto the street above. Being keen on my wine, I was excited to see one of the best cavistes (wine shops) in Paris just over the road and what's more it was still open! Right then I decided how I would try and get back to hers.
I explained about the caviste and how we couldn't pass up this opportunity but that we'd need somewhere to drink it, as the bottle I was looking to buy needed to be drunk in the right conditions.
"It does sound tempting," she said. "I guess we could always go back to mine."
Bingo! I knew that this bottle wouldn't fail me for the next part; no one could resist its velvety texture, and full fruity in bouche explosion, and if they could, well then there was always the alcohol content to help loosen things up! I walked out of the shop with my wallet considerably lighter, a bottle of the mythical Chambolle Musigny Les Amoureuses 1999 in my hand and a smile on my face. We got back to hers and she went off to the bathroom and said I could find the glasses and decanter in the top cupboard. She obviously liked wine too!
I was sunk into the deep leather sofa, an extra button of my shirt undone when she came and joined me. I poured the wine and we chatted about the classic cultural differences that foreigners tend to chat about when together in a foreign country. I found out that her name was Amber, she was 21, and she was doing a business studies course. It felt like we were both just talking away randomly and without consequence while our minds were somewhere else entirely. Well mine was at least, the she looked a little unsure still.
I felt a warmth spread through my body as I got to the end of my first glass of wine. We were both silent for a moment. She was sitting with her legs folded down on the sofa, to one side, looking at me with those big hazel eyes that seemed to veer to green in the half light. I gently moved my hand onto her bare calf and started caressing her, along the calf, up behind the knee, onto her thigh, and slowly inside and up towards her knickers, before moving back away and taking her bottom lip delicately between mine.
I then gave a firm push to her shoulder, and she fell onto her back with a look of surprise on her face. I lifted her dress up and proceeded to pull her dark blue, fine lace knickers down her legs. I then brought them up to my nose and inhaled.
"Mmm, you may look a little uncertain about this, but you definitely want me," I smiled.
I pulled her back up into my arms and kissed her neck. As I did so, I started sliding her dress upwards and she moved her arms up, allowing me to remove it completely. I kissed my way along her neck before taking her earlobe between my lips. I unclasped her bra and removed her last remaining item of clothing, freeing her pert 34C breasts. I lowered her back onto the sofa and as I did I noticed the curtain was to the side, and attached with a cord around it to hold it neatly in place. I don't know if she saw the glint in my eye as I planted my lips on her young breasts. I started kissing around, gradually bringing my mouth down around her hard nipples and sucking. As I sucked, my tongue ran circles around the now stiff nipples and my hands clasped around her caressing her back.
She started unbuttoning my shirt and I pulled back a bit, allowing her to open it completely, moving it back over my shoulder blades and off my arms, behind my back. She gently caressed my well toned chest with her velvety young hands and sucked down on my nipple. I gave out a low mmm of contentment and she continued running her tongue over them as her hands moved down and pushed up against my now hard cock. She released my belt, opened my trousers and pulled them down and off. As she pulled down my dark, hugging boxers my cock sprang out and her mouth kissed its way downwards. Her hand bunched my tight balls together and she kissed me on the head of my uncircumcised length and looked me in the eyes, with a little, shy smile breaking free from her face.
She may be young and seem pure and innocent but she definitely knew what she was doing! She started pulling back my foreskin as she knelt in front of me and the precum soon glistened in the low light. She sped up and started closing her mouth around my length. Her hand that was cupping my balls moved between my legs and up towards my ass crack. She tickled around my hole, continued pumping hard on my length and I soon capitulated, warm, jets of cum spurting into her mouth. I groaned loudly and stroked the back of her head.
"Now it's your turn," I smiled.
I reached across to the curtain and unfastened the cord. As it fell closed I looked her in the eye, and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. I kept my eyes locked on hers as I pulled her wrists together slowly above her head and motioned her onto her back. I started to wind the cord around her wrists and she looked back at me, a little unsure of herself. I kissed her again tenderly on the lips and pulled the cord taught around her wrists and fastened the knot behind the table leg.
I took a leg between my hands and started kissing my way down, she gave a sharp intake of breath as my lips moved down her soft inner thigh, and I could smell her wetness. I pushed a cushion under her ass and propped her up so that she was perfectly positioned. I blew down gently onto her asshole and followed up along the line of her pussy lips, to her clit. With my fingers I delicately opened the skin around it allowing her swollen clit to stand out and started blowing down, circling around before eventually flicking my tongue out of my mouth and quickly down onto her. Just once. She shuddered slightly and gave out a little whimper.
I pushed her legs wide open and cupped my hands around her ass, as if ready to devour her. My cock was hardening up already; how could it not with this stunning girl in front of me, at my mercy. She gave out another moan that was music to my ears, as I brought my tongue down to her moist lips and savored her taste. I pushed up inside her so that my tongue was enveloped before moving down to her tight little asshole. I ran rings just around the outer sphere, working inwards as my fingers gently caressed her clit. Again she
"Fuck me," she whimpered and struggled slightly with the cord, managing only to jolt the heavy oak table slightly.
I carried on where I was, licking and stroking. Her breathing accelerated as my movements did. I went faster and faster until she moaned and I felt her legs shudder around my head.
Her cheeks looked slightly flushed as I straddled her chest and moved my cock up to her lips. She opened them and sucked as I started fucking her mouth. I kept going just long enough to feel nice and rigid and then got off her. I reached across to the table and untied her. She sat up and climbed onto my lap, sitting down on my length. I moaned deeply as I felt myself deep up inside of her. She moved up and down in my lap and I helped her out with my hands clasped under her, pulling her up each time before she sank down again. I sucked on her nipple and allowed a finger the freedom to go and loosen her sphincter.
I stood up with her still sitting on me and put her down on the table. I kissed her and turned her around so that she was leant forwards over the table, her firm young ass bent over in front of me. I spread her cheeks open and licked around her hole while my right hand moved around over her clit. The middle finger of my left hand penetrated her as I moved my tongue away and I pushed it deep inside this much tighter orifice.
I stood up and started fucking her pussy as I went, getting nice and lubed up. I pulled out of her wetness and started sliding my length up along her ass crack, until my head met her tight opening. I pushed up gently, and Amber took a deep intake of breath as I penetrated her. Just a little at first, and slowly, pushing up a little further all the time; my cock was throbbing.
She started moaning and rubbing her clit. "Oh my god, fuck me!"
I pushed up deeper, my balls tightened, and I came deep up inside of her. I pulled my arms around her and kissed her neck.
"I knew I was going to fuck you as soon as I saw you that first time in the métro," she said.
"What?" I looked up surprised.
"And I'm used to getting what I want," she smiled.
"I don't get it? " I mumbled.
"Well, you take the same route every day back from work. I followed you out of work this evening and had a drink at that bar you were at. You didn't notice the girl with the sex on the beach in the back corner of the bar," she smiled.
"But you got on at Montparnasse," I questioned.
"I got out of the wagon behind you at Montparnasse and then got on yours and sat opposite you. The rest I left to that longing look in your eyes that I remembered from the first time I saw you. Although I didn't know you were English until I heard you in the bar with your colleagues and your accent gave you away," she laughed," and by the way you won't be needing to cycle home this evening because I'll be needing more of the same for breakfast!"
I stood there gobsmacked and simply smiled, my cock still sitting there in Ambers perfect little asshole...
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