The story below is a fantasy written for my current girlfriend a couple of years ago.
She had to go for a 3-day business trip to Paris, we'd been together 3 months by then, and it was hot and it was rough and yet gentle, but there was one place I hadn't been allowed, and I was utterly gagging for her there! I thought a little story might help - the kind of thing she'd enjoyed me writing before, but with an added extra, with just enough detail missing so that her mind could wander wherever it wanted :) So, I slipped this story onto her laptop before she left, and sent her a text telling her where to look just after the Eurostar set off. In case you're wondering, it worked! (As far as the description of Paris went, she said it really was complete fantasy - it was a dump covered in litter!) Anyway, he were go. This may be enjoyed more by a female reader, as it was written for a woman to read - either way, comments appreciated. This is my second submission to LushStories. ---------------------------------------- The daffodils are still out as we walk hand in hand from the station to our Hotel for the start of our weekend. We dump our stuff and have a look round, take a trip on the Metro down to the Champs Elyse, doing all the touristy things. I hold your hand, sometimes putting my arm round you holding you close. I spot a sale on in a very exclusive looking shop...I'm not a rich man, but I love to get you things that make you smile, and when we spot the perfect purple evening dress I beg you to try it on. You look SO good in it...I buy it without hesitation...it's still expensive, but I let you know you're well worth it. We'd planned to see a concert in the early evening, and we head back in plenty of time. We shower together, I rub your back, you rub mine. You tease me a little, giving me a hint of what a lucky boy I might be later. You're just about to start getting dressed when I hand you a present; yes, more underwear! It's the softest underwear you've ever felt; you slip the soft lace thong on, and it feels almost invisible. You glance at yourself in the mirror....pretty hot! You put the bra on and I help you with the clasp at the back of the dress. Not a single VPL or line in sight...just the dress clinging to your curves. By this time I'm ready too, and we head off to the concert. I've managed to get us two good seats at the last minute, and when it finishes at 9, I tell you I have another surprise: a romantic evening cruise on a Bateau Mouche down the Seine . We board the boat with all the other couples and take a glass of champagne each. As the last of the evening light finally fades and the stars begin to twinkle like your eyes, the temperature begins to drop. You feel the cool air caressing your curves, just faintly aware of the soft lines of your thong defining the curves of your delectable derriere making you feel so sensual and womanly, and your nipples become sensitive and aroused as I kiss the back of your neck and put my jacket over your shoulders to keep you warm, letting my hands follow your curves as I wrap my arms around you. We kiss for a while, and before we know it, it's midnight and we're back on land having been entertained by the music and each other. We're quite near the hotel and we take a moonlit walk back. I hold the door open..."apres vous, mon cherie!".It's nice and warm back in our room. You step out onto the balcony to watch the busy city below. I bring us another glass of champagne and run my fingers through your hair. You shiver with anticipation as I skilfully unclasp the back of your dress and it falls to the floor. I see you there in the moonlight, every tiny hair on the back of your neck standing on end; you are covered in goosepimples, not with cold but with anticipation. Your breathing is quivering slightly and we find each others mouths and kiss deeply but gently. For a while I just savour the taste of your soft lips, your warm mouth, our moist tongues caressing in each other's mouth. I don't know how long we are kissing for, it must be ages, but time means nothing now. Our balcony has one of those heated umbrellas and a big old candle in an ornate wine bottle, with wax forming contorted sculptures crafted by the tears of a melting candle. I light both, and sit back down facing you, when you unbutton my shirt, sit back in your chair and slowly stroke your feet up and down my torso. Not long before you let them drift down below my belt, and my state of arousal becomes very clear to you. You tease for a while, as I gaze into your eyes which reflect the dancing flames of the candle like diamonds. I think how young and pretty you look, how bright your eyes are, and how lucky I am. You grab the legs of my trousers and tug them in a "come hither" manner, and I draw the chair as close to yours as it will go. We kiss again, and you push me away so I am sitting back in my chair. I close my eyes as you unzip me, stroke me lovingly, and I feel your warm excited breath as you close your mouth around my manhood and start to caress it gently. This was something you'd not really done for your own pleasure before, but something about tonight is different...you are so sensitive and relaxed; you can almost feel the moonlight on your bare back. I run my fingers through your hair and you explore me, finding out what complete control you have over me like this. For a short while, you're lost in your own little world, caught up in the intimacy. We kiss again and finish our champagne. You get up, and nibble my earlobe as you tell me "my turn now!". You feel good, knowing what you want, knowing that you can ask for what you want, knowing you'll get it. I lead you by the hand into the bedroom, push you back onto the bed, pin your shoulders down and kiss you firmly - this is my domain now, I'm in charge. You want me to be firm, sure, dominant and in control and you feel completely helpless and at my mercy, but you feel safe and re-assured. You look so delicate in your lace thong, and by this time all I am wearing are a tight pair of boxer shorts. You wrap your legs round me, drawing me close to you. You feel my firmness right between your legs. (As you read this, your legs part a little and your left hand finds its way down. You start to gently rub, as only you know how, imagining me there.) I kiss your neck, whisper "I want you" and start my meandering journey down. Now your fingers are running through my hair as I kiss your soft breasts, taking your sensitive nipples into my mouth. As I do so, you feel that tingling as if your nipples are connected in some way to another place, and you become aware of being so wet. As my mouth reaches the top edge of your thong, you feel me grasp it with my teeth and you shudder with anticipation and excitement as you become totally naked. You grab the pillow behind your head and grip it firmly. This is just perfect - your soft skin is being illuminated by the flickers of candle-light, and you succumb to the Parisienne "je ne c'est quoi". Finally, you are enjoying you, being you, enjoying me enjoying you. My lips and tongue touch you so delicately there, I take you right to the edge so many times. Like a lazy bumblebee in summer, I taste your nectar and kiss your rosebud. I am enjoying this so much, but you cannot bear it any more. Inside you a raging fire of passion is burning and only one thing can quench it. I move back up to face you, and you gasp as I enter you. It feels like I will never stop; and then we start our gentle dance of love, moving rhythmically, sometimes together, sometime opposing. Our hands are caressing each other's bodies as we move, the soft sheets and mattress under you giving a little as my strokes increase. You grab the wrought iron header of the bed and feel the coldness on your hands as the sweat from our bodies glistens. I am finding places inside you you never knew existed and you feel the beginnings of an unstoppable moment welling up deep inside you. I sense your breathing get quicker and shallower and we move faster now; every single nerve of your body tingles, and you feel that my moment is drawing near too. This is our night, our moment. Nothing between us, just your body and mine. You feel amazing, and I start to feel you contract around me. I feel immense inside you, you want me, I want you. We are as one. We come. Together. It's like nothing either of us have ever felt before. You feel me inside, wave after wave of gushing warmth. I give you every single drop of what I have and it seems like in that one moment our lives have become complete, collapsing together onto the bed for a long hug.