It was also a test for me and my wife with our open relationship. The time it happened we had been married about 12 years. When I met this young lady, she caused a spark that almost burned my marriage. It was something that was a true test for us.
I call it “An Evening in Paris.” I need to set the stage for what happened.
I am a computer engineer. I have been for over 45 years. I have designed and built computer hardware, software and documentation. In 1982 I worked for the number 2 mini-computer company in the world Data General. I started out working in a sales office in my home city as a Field Application Engineer. I went on sales calls with the salesman as his technical consultant. My territory was all of Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Northwest Connecticut, New Hampshire and Maine.
I was good at what I did and was recruited to join the World-Wide Application Support Group in the corporate headquarters. Basically it was the same job but potentially travelling all over the world. When I joined this group the company had released a new 32-bit mini-computer “MV-8000” and a virtual multi-user operating system “AOS/VS”. My job was to get intimate knowledge of this operating system. This knowledge would help in trouble shooting customer problems and fixing them before they went into engineering.
To do this job the group needed written documentation of how it all fit together and worked. In my spare time I gathered design documents and wrote a book about the operating system and how it worked. When I was done the book was over 1200 pages and was the only document available. I polished it up and the company sold copies to signed customers for $350.00 per copy.
This made me the “senior expert” of all the software. One of the benefits for me was I got to put together a one week class about what I written. I would teach this class all around the world for 16 weeks every year. This is where my adventure begins.
Each new hire Technical Application Engineer goes through 2 weeks of training at the corporate headquarters. I teach an abbreviated version of my class of one day for them. The other Technical Application Engineers I worked with in my old sales area wanted to play a practical joke on me. We were always tricking each other.
They warned me that they were going to get me back for all the pranks I had done. I never thought much of it. I would see them from time to time when they visited. They kept warning me.
One day I was teaching the class. There was a new hire young lady named Shelley in this group. She was from my old area. I got to know her during breaks and lunch. She was a college recruit. She was petit and very pretty. She had long brunette hair, blue eyes you could get lost in, an infectious smile and sensuous lips. Her body was marvelous. She had large breasts 34D, narrow waist and wide hips. Today she was wearing a sweater which was tight and a plaid skirt. She looked like a high school student in a uniform.
When the class began she sat in the front row in front of my desk. She caught my attention and I kept looking at her as I spoke. Whenever our eyes met she would make a big smile and make a kiss with her lips. This went on all morning. On break she would sit or stand as close to me as possible. We went for a walk as a group outside the building. She clung to my side wrapping her arm around my arm.
The real surprise came after lunch. Everyone was kind of sleepy. They had all over eaten because it was free and they could have whatever they wanted. Shelley had moved her seat. She was sitting all alone in the back row of the room. Just as I was getting into a critical area, she reaches down and pulls her sweater up over her head exposing her wonderful naked breasts. She sits there for about 30 seconds so I can’t miss the show. I look at her and don’t skip a beat in my presentation. The prank failed.
She pulls down her sweater and is disappointed that she could not get me. I smiled at her. During the next break, we got away from everyone else. I grabbed her and kissed her. She kissed me back.
“Did the guys in the area put you up to the prank?” I asked.
“Yes they did. I am sorry if you got offended. I wanted to do it because I like you a lot.”
“I was not offended. I loved what you did. I enjoyed what I saw. You have beautiful breasts. Does your boyfriend like them?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend. I intimidate most men I meet. I am too smart for them.”
“Have you considered taking my week long class?”
“Yes I have but there are none available in the US.”
“What if I could get you a class in Europe as my assistant? Would you come with me?”
“In a heartbeat” she replied.
I had started planning my European courses. I had set one up for Paris, France around Bastille Day (July 14). A great time to be in Paris. I would be flying to Paris from England after teaching two weeks there. I needed someone to bring over laboratory materials and more copies of my book. I suggested Shelley could bring them and take the class at the same time. Everything was set. Shelley and I would spend a week together in Paris after Bastille Day.
Bastille Day was a Saturday. I had left England on Friday night and flew to Paris. Shelley was to join me on Sunday to get set up for the class that started Monday. Little did I know that she had booked the red eye from New York on Friday night which arrived early Saturday morning in Paris. All the students and I were staying at the same hotel. The students were booked two to a room and I being the teacher had a suite.
I had decided to sleep in as teaching such an intense course for a week made me tired. Around 10 o’clock there was a knock at my door. I did not know who it was, I was not expecting anyone. I put on the hotel supplied robe and answered the door.
Standing in the hallway was Shelley. I took one look at her and woke up. I was so happy and excited at seeing her a day early. I took her up in my arms and kissed her, spinning us around. The day was starting on a wonderful note. She had brought my materials and her luggage with her. She had checked in to her room, but she did not want to stay there. She wanted to stay with me in my room. I did not object, but told her that there was only one bed. She did not care; she wanted to sleep next to me. I was in heaven.
She was excited to be in Paris and staying with a man she cared deeply about. The best part was someone else was paying for the whole thing. It was like winning an all expense paid vacation honeymoon.
Shelley unpacked her clothes and I took the materials she brought aside. When she was done she turned to me.
“Would you like to join me in taking a shower?”
“YY..ess I would.” I stuttered.
I was not used to a woman who was so forward. She took charge. She knew what she wanted and would go and get it. I was the target this time. She wanted me and she was going to get me if it took all week. I was easy, I wanted her the first time I met her. I had interviewed Shelley when she was recruited from college. I have desired her from afar from that time. She was 24 years old and I was 36.
I sat on the couch in my suite and watched this petite young woman undress in a slow enticing way. She took each piece of clothing off exposing a little bit more in a teasing manner pausing to fold it up and put it away. When she was down to her bra and panties, she stopped. She looked over at me and smiled one of those smiles that were full of mischief. She walked over to me, I opened my arms and she nuzzled into me on my lap.
I put my arms around her and pulled her closer. She looked up at me and we kissed. It was a tender kiss which grew intensely the longer it lasted. Our lips parted and our tongues met. We moved our tongues in and out of each other getting to know our embrace. We sucked each other’s lips and tongues. We nibbled our lips. We were into our love dance and it was so incredible. Our hearts soared. We stopped our kiss and got up together.
I looked at her standing there, and turned her around so I could remove her bra. I unhooked it, she shook herself out of it and it landed on the floor. I pulled down her panties and they landed next to her bra. Shelley bent over and I had the most wonderful view of a beautiful bum and pussy. She slowly stood up and looked over her shoulder with a sparkle in her eyes. My arousal was poking through the robe. She looked down at it with yearning in her eyes. I took off my robe. We joined our naked bodies entwining our arms tightly around us kissing some more.
But alas, it was Bastille Day, time to party and celebrate. We needed to shower, dress and have brunch on the Champs-Élysées. There was a parade scheduled and a big celebration. We could not miss it.
We had sex in the shower washing each other’s bodies. It was good, just a prelude for what was to follow later. We got dressed in very casual clothes and left the hotel for our day long excursion in Paris.
We walked the three blocks from our hotel to the Champs-Élysées. When we got there we were near the Arc de Triomphe. This is where the Champs-Élysées starts. We found a small café which was serving brunch with tables on the sidewalk. The people around us assumed we were lovers and treated us accordingly. The waiter seated us side by side rather than across from each other. We sat holding hands staring at each other’s eyes.
After our brunch we started walking toward the Obélisque de Louxor. We were following the parade route. People were gathering to watch the parade. We were holding hands and in awe of what we were seeing. We were acting like lovers totally immersed in the trip of a lifetime. I guess at that moment we were. I did love Shelley and I know she loved me.
We stopped in some shops and looked at trinkets to remember this trip. I bought her a bracelet with several charms of Paris. She kissed me and hugged me so tightly I could feel her firm breasts through our clothes. We continued our walk. When we got to the Obélisque de Louxor we looked around a saw a sidewalk café where we could watch the parade. The café had no waiter service. I went and bought two coffees and some rolls. Shelley picked the table.
We crossed La Seine and started walking back to La Tour Eiffel. We walked the whole way arm in arm pausing occasionally to look at Paris and the river. We kissed and hugged along the way. We could not keep out hands off each other. At La Tour Eiffel we had some juice and croissants. From here we went back across the river towards our hotel.
We went to the hotel and made reservations to have dinner at 9:00. It was only 5:00 and we decided to go to our room and rest until dinner. It was a hot day and we had become very warm on our walk. When we got to our room we threw our clothes off and entwined our bodies in a tight embrace locking our lips. While we were embracing I picked up Shelley and carried her to the bed, we were sharing for the next seven nights. I gently laid her down still holding our embrace.
We broke our embrace and rolled so we were on our sides looking at each other. Shelley’s eyes were like two pools reflecting my love for her. I was looking at her body marveling at its beauty and symmetry. Her breasts were firm and large but not huge. Her waist was small and her hips flared to make a perfect hourglass shape. Her legs were trim but toned. Her brunette hair was shoulder length.
I moved my hands over her body, touching, caressing, and rubbing her skin. She was so soft. As I was caressing her, exploring her body, she was moaning with pleasure. I took some of her hair and wrapped it around my fingers. It was so soft. I ran my hand through her hair. I touched her ears and the back of her neck. I put my hands on the sides of her head cradling her face. I leaned forward and kissed her eyes, her forehead, her cheeks, her chin and finally her ready and willing puckered lips. We held that kiss for what seemed like an eternity.
She was exploring me at the same time. Her hands were moving up and down my arms, my back my neck and my chest. She stopped when she got to my chest and caressed my nipples and made them hard. When she saw that she giggled.
“I never saw a man’s nipples get hard and stand out before.” She said.
I asked, “Have you ever been intimate with a man before?”
“No not really. I mean I dated in high school and college. I really did not want to spend time with men. When I met you at my interview, I knew that you were the man I wanted to be with even if it was to have my first sexual experience. That was what we had when we were in the shower earlier.”
“Wow, I am honored that you chose me. I will say I would not mind spending a lot of time with you, Shelley.”
I moved my hands down and back up her arms caressing the joint of her elbow. When I got to her shoulders I caressed down to her breasts. He breasts were firm and her nipples were dark brown, hard and erect. As I touched them she drew in a quick breath. I could feel that these were all new experiences for her. I vowed in my mind that I was going to make this night and the rest of the week special for this young lady. She took her hands and placed them over mine as I held her breasts.
“This feels so good” she murmured. “I wish it could go on forever. I feel so wanted, so loved and desired. I am so warm and tingly inside. I have never felt that before.”
I looked at her and smiled putting my lips to hers and sharing a long kiss. I was getting aroused but not to the point of having sex. We were just cuddling and wallowing in the feeling of our being together for the real first time. We were savoring each sound, smell feeling and caress. We were mentally recording it so we could play it back over and over and feel good about ourselves and where we were.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms, due to jet lag with Shelley and teaching on me. We woke a 7:30 and took a shower together. We put on dress clothes as the hotel dining room was formal.
