It was one of those warm but rainny spring days. Paris was crowded at this time of the year. You could see everywhere couples, lost in romance, in the city of lights, reflecting its beauty in the banks of Seqouana. The woman was feeling very lonely. She was at her mid 20’s. Tall like a model, with a lean but shapely body, very feminine and etherial.
Her sleek black hair were reaching her waist and waving as she was walking sliding on the street. He was tall and well built, with blonde straight hair, falling gracefuly around his strong face. His eyes were blue like the summer sea or the open skies. They have met some hours ago in a small cafe. None of them fell awkward. It was like they knew each other for years. They started dancing cheek to cheek. Their bodies were very close. Their touch,was soft,but they could feel their flesh boilling up. It was rainning mildly. She was wearing a see through top and a pair of leggings. She was in her favourite black high heels. Her hair was wet, as the drops were falling under the lights. She was like a Goddess that was taking her shower in heaven’s waterfalls.
He felt mesmerized by her beauty. He held her closer to him. She could feel his heart racing and pumping hard. His pants were soaked, and sticked to his body. His crotch was bulging, she could sense it throbbing since her leggings were extra thin. He had his arms around her waist, stroking her hair. Their first kiss, was passionate and wet. Their mouths were making love. His tongue was tasting her greedily with her responding. They were feeling so hot now. He slipped his hands through her top. Her skin was extremely soft, although she had goosebumbs. He asked her if she was chilling. She nodded “no” and kept kissing his face.They walked a bit further,and got in a dark alley. Nobody could see them now,only alley cats.She was with her back on the wall.He lifted her top,and caressed her breasts. Her nipples were hard between his fingertips. Then he started kissing and teasing them with his tongue and lips. He was circling them, sucking them and nibbling like a baby. She was stroking his body too, she unzipped his pants, and his sex sprung out. She cupped his testicles. She could feel his seed travelling in his scrotum. He slipped his hand in her leggings and felt her wetness down there.He probed with his fingers her female parts,gently pressed her hot bumb. He was rubbing her down lips softly, up and down, feeling the waves of pleasure coming close. She started shivering, by his little pressure on her clit and her first orgasm exploded in his hand. He wanted to taste her nectar juices that were now dripping down from the hole of heaven. He kneeled in front of her, pulled down her leggings, up to her ankles,and shoved his mouth between her legs. He started brushing her vagina. He was drinking from her body,feeling grateful and blessed for their union.She was on the verge of her second orgasm,this time in his pretty mouth.She let herself loose,and soon she climaxed again. She was moaning loud from pleasure.
She did not want even to catch her breath. She was crazy about this man, who brought her in touch with her deep feminine side. She wanted him inside her. She whispered in his ear, how much she needed to be his. He lifted her legs and placed them around his waist.His manhood in her palm was solid like wood. She loved stroking it, and following with her fingertips every vein. She guided him inside her ripe mellon. They were making love all night long. He was orgasming with her like one’s satisfaction was depending on the other. Lust and love were bounded so well within them.
Mutual pleasure and happiness made this night in Paris unforgetable for both although they never met again.
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