Parisian Privacy

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Oh, it's you again. Yeah, how come we keep running into each other? Either the universe is sending us a sign, or we just so happen to have very similar interests.

Or you've put a tracking device somewhere on me? Nope. I just looked up Best Pastry and Coffee Shop in Paris, and TripAdvisor told me to come here.

It did say that even the locals love it. Well, it's true, and here I am. Join me for a coffee outside? Of course! I mean, I'd like that.

Pour moi un café au lait et un croissant au chocolat, s'il vous plaît. Wow, you make everything sound incredible. We grab our coffees and take a seat at the little iron table on the sidewalk patio outside the café.

The late afternoon sun is low in the sky and provided a beautiful, golden light on her long, sandy blonde hair. I'm sitting here with Monique, who happened to be my tour guide this morning through the catacombs, the infamously dark and macabre tunnels below Paris, that are lined with thousands of human skulls and bones. She somehow managed to make that gruesome, historical experience a little bit sexy with her French accent and cute smile.

I noticed her notice me a few times in the crowd of tourists, mostly European seniors. I must have stood out, being a rugged, long-haired Canadian in my thirties. Afterwards, we said our goodbyes and I offered her a nice tip as we shook hands, hers lingering in my fingers a little longer than usual, while she gazed into my eyes.

Then, a few hours ago, as I was taking in a Rembrandt painting at the Louvre, I realized a woman was standing quite close at my side, our elbows touching, even though nobody else was nearby. Before I could turn to look, or perhaps shift away, she said, A good Samaritan, one of my favorite pieces of his, the use of light and color, est magnifique, non? I absolutely agree.

Some people come here only to fight through the crowds and catch a glimpse of the Mona Lisa, but there's so much more to see. Do you work as a guide here too? No, but I love to come all the time.

I am an art student at the Sorbonne, finishing my Master's this year. Oh, congratulations! Merci, and sorry, but I have to go.

Nice to see you again. Simon. My name's Simon.

Ah, ok. Au revoir, Simon. Now, sitting at this picture-perfect Parisian café, reunited with Monique, I can't believe my luck.

I was kicking myself earlier for not asking for her number. I still have a few more days to enjoy Paris, but traveling alone can get a bit boring. Who better to meet than a beautiful local girl? A tour guide, no less.

Monique was looking at me over the rim of her frothy café au lait as she took a sip. Her hazel eyes burned into mine seductively. You're cute, Simon from Canada.

After this coffee, I want to show you a bit of the real Paris. I'd love that. Though I'm sure she could sense my excitement through my blushing and eager expression, she stands up and grabs my hand as we stroll off the patio arm-in-arm into the setting sun.

Like some foreign film or teenage fantasy, I am more than delighted with the direction this evening is taking. So, how do you like my city so far? It's unbelievable.

It kind of reminds me of Montreal, but so much more vibrant and alive. Yeah, and hard to compare this place to anywhere else in the world, really. The women are quite beautiful here as well.

Here, let me show you something. Suddenly, she pulls me into a little nook off the side of the road and plants a spontaneous kiss onto my lips. Well, that was unexpected.

Was it really there? No, I was hoping you'd kiss me all day. We linger there like lovers for a long, breathless moment until Monique takes my hand again and leads me into the little shop next door.

She knows exactly what she wants and quickly collects three items from the diverse and cluttered shelves. A bottle of French red wine, a wrapped-up piece of soft cheese, and a long, fresh baguette. The holy trio of any good Parisian night, it seems.

I know a secret place I want to show you. Follow me. Yes, please.

Come here. I want to kiss you again. You're so beautiful.

Merci. You're very handsome too. Thanks.

I am giddy with excitement as she leads me through a beautiful, lush, green park onto a little stone pathway that weaves between the darkened trees. We come to a little velvet rope that seems out of place. But as we pass it, Monique reaches back and fastens the rope to a nearby tree, blocking the path behind us.

No one will bother us here. This is a private little area now. We continue down a narrow path until we arrive at a little secret wooden gazebo tucked among the trees and flowers.

She looks at me and smiles, before flicking a little switch on one wall that illuminates everything magically. Soft white fairy lights twinkle to life like stars above our heads as we enter the most romantic place I've probably ever seen. Oh my god.

This is incredible. I so hoped you'd like it. Wow.

She could tell I was in awe and pulled a small corkscrew from her purse and opened our bottle of red with a pop, and then poured two full glasses. Cheers! Cheers.

To new friends? To new friends. We gave each other a knowing glance as we sipped on the wine and immediately started kissing again with a newly inspired passion.

Mmm. We can't keep our hands off each other. Monique claws her nails into my back as she hungrily bites my lip and kisses her way down to my neck.

Then pulls off my t-shirt with one quick move. She kisses my chest and reaches down to begin unbuckling my jeans. Take these off.

Yeah. Okay. She pauses for a moment to unbutton her own shirt, slowly, deliberately teasing each button loose.

Oh god. I am in awe and eagerly begin kissing and licking her chest. I struggle with her bra at the back as she continues fumbling with my belt buckle.

Mmm. I finally slide off her black bra, revealing the sexiest tits I've ever seen. Her nipples are smooth and soft, so I kiss them, and they quickly begin to get firm under my tongue as I devour them, tracing little circles around each nipple with my mouth and tongue.

At this point my dick is ready to burst out of my pants, and Monique is excitedly pulling down my pants and pushing me back onto the soft, blanketed floor. I watch her pull out every inch of my dick, long and hard, and her eyes bulge with anticipation. You like that? Yeah.

She licks her lips and begins stroking me with a firm grip, leaning down low and sliding up my body with hers, placing my dick between her big tits for a moment as she plays with them for my growing amusement, then licking the tip of my cock, before gradually placing the head into her mouth. Oh. Oh.

Yes. Wow. Monique, that feels amazing.

Oh, that feels incredible. Mmm. Oh, Monique.

Oh. I reach down quietly and run my hand up her leg and up her skirt, giving her ass a firm grip. I feel the top of her panties and begin sliding them down to her ankles.

She pauses for a moment with the sexiest look on her face and withdraws my cock from her lips. Then she pulls her black panties over her shoes and tosses them at me with a giggle. One second, I have a condom for us.

Then Monique hikes her blue skirt up and straddles me. I feel her amazing pussy with my fingers for the first time. She is so wet already.

Both of us are clearly turned on by each other in this perfect fairy tale setting. She helps me slide the condom over my thick cock and then grabs my dick and begins easing it into her folds. She lowers her body slowly onto my dick then I slide into her pussy with delight.

Our bodies move together for a few moments of pure passion. Our breathing intensifies and soft screams of pleasure echo through the small gazebo. I am so deep inside her.

She bounces her body over mine perfectly. Come for me, baby. I'm so thirsty.

Oh, yes. Oh my goodness. That was incredible.

That might be one of the best nights of my life. So far. Copyright WDR 2021.