March 29, 2015
My first time solo
I was in Paris (again) on a business trip when I had this fun evening. I had just turned 40, and as any woman will tell you it is not a great thought. However, my husband brought his perverse logic to the occasion and assured me that I now had both ends of the male spectrum available to me. Young studs looking for a sexy older woman, and ‘older’ guys looking to prove they still have it! You have to give him credit! He made me promise to tell him if his forecast came true on one of my business trips. This was the night that turned out to be my very first “solo flight”. Hubby heard the sordid details over the phone as soon as my young lover left. His first question was did I take photographs – the sad answer was No. But he did get a very graphic souvenir.
In Paris I need to stay on the west side in an area called La Defence. It’s basically a business centre with hotels, so at night it’s dead! After so many nights in the same hotel I needed to get out for a few hours, so checked out one of the “Paris at night” guides in my room. I wanted a decent meal and to chill for a few hours.
The place that caught my eye advised to call for reservations and when I did so they told me that my hotel concierge had to make the reservation for me!!! Well he did and an hour later I was in a cab on my way.
When I left London, it was like November even though it was mid-April. In Paris however, spring had arrived, so I had treated myself to a couple of summer weight suits for my upcoming meetings. I was wearing one to dinner. It was a two piece fitted cut. The skirt was not really short but had a split on my left thigh that made it interesting when I sat. The jacket was tailored and didn’t need a bra to support my breasts. One of the great things about Paris is the choice of underwear and pantyhose. I had found delightful hose in all sorts of styles, and tonight I was wearing hose that had no crotch or ass at all. It was really a pair on stockings with built in suspenders. Perfect for a tight skirt – no panty lines or suspender tracks.
The club/restaurant was on 2 levels. At street level was a very chic dining area, and downstairs was a champagne bar with a DJ playing 80’s techno. French music choice is not great.
I was quickly seated and a young waiter was attentive and quick in bringing my drinks as I browsed the menu. When I asked him about some items it was obvious that he was trying to peek down my jacket, and also checking out my legs. When I crossed my legs the split in my new skirt did make my thighs look pretty shapely!
Whilst I waited for dinner I text my husband about the young waiter, and of course he encouraged me to tease a little more, which I enjoyed doing as he looked after my every need. Unbuttoning the top of my jacket made him even more attentive.
When my meal was done I flirted with the young man by asking where else I could get a glass of good champagne late at night. He named a few places, but then suggested I have one downstairs at the bar. Sensing his interest I agreed and promised to have one glass before leaving.
I was only half way through my glass when he appeared beside me, announcing that he had finished for the night, and would show me a few bars. When I looked at him I thought twice about it. He was, at most, 21. I think of North African descent. He was very slim and handsome to say the least. In any other city but Paris, I may have been embarrassed to be seen in a bar with him. But here, what the hell!!
We chatted at a few bars, and he was interested in my visits to his city, and what I did professionally, and what I did to entertain myself while there. At this point I knew that we needed to move on, so I simply asked him to come to my hotel. When he looked at my left hand and my wedding band, I said don’t worry about that, we have an understanding.
It was about 20 minutes from the centre to my hotel in the early hours. I sensed that Alex (yes a male Alex) was a little nervous so I lay my hand on his thigh in the back of the cab. As I gently squeezed his muscles I could feel his erection growing, and when I moved my hand to caress him I heard his intake of breath. His inexperience was cute, so I lifted his left hand and placed it on my thigh, parting my legs as I did so. I could see him look at the driver to see if he was being watched, but when I pushed his hand higher up skirt he obviously decided to go for it.
When he reached bare skin at the top of my stockings I could feel his excitement grow, so I opened my legs wide enough for him to reach me. When he found no panties, and a shaven pussy, I thought he might come in his pants as I rubbed his cock. Luckily we were arriving at my hotel so we both had to move our hands, and pay the amused driver! I always wondered why they have more that one mirror inside the cab.
In my room, he grabbed for me and started to kiss me and grab at my breasts, so I held him off and told him to cool down a little. His look of disappointment changed to delight when I slowly unbuttoned my jacket and removed it, exposing my breasts. When I put my hand behind his head and lowered his mouth to my nipples I’m not sure who was more aroused. As he suckled on both breasts his hand was exploring under my skirt and finding a very moist, unprotected pussy.
When I felt his fingers enter me I knew I needed to take control again, so I told him to undress. To watch him I sat the rather funky seat in the corner of my room. With one foot on the carpet and one on the edge of the long chair he had a great view of my pussy. As soon as he pulled down his pants his cock leaped out as if spring loaded. It was like the rest of him. Long, slim, and great to look at!
I told him to pull back the bed covers and lay on his back, which he did. His cock was quite amazing as it stood at right angles to his flat belly. I slipped off my shoes and stood on the bed over him still wearing my skirt. As I unzipped it and let it fall on him I heard him moan in pleasure.
I guess I surprised him at this point when I turned my back on him and squatted over his face. My pussy was now about 6” from his mouth, but before he could react I took his lovely cock in my mouth, and began to suck the whole length into my throat. He really was rock hard, and I feared he might come right away, but when I pushed my wet pussy into his face he began to eat me furiously and I knew I could hold him off a little while.
His tongue was all over my slit, and frequently sliding into my rear opening, which was very quickly getting me to the point of orgasm. When I climbed off he moaned in disappointment, but when I told him to eat me as I lay on my back, he dove right back in. By gently holding his head I guided him to my exact pleasure point, and told him to lick me right there. Within 2 minutes he brought me to my first orgasm.
When I recovered I knew what he needed badly, so straddled him again and went to work on his lovely young cock. This time he lasted only a minute or so, before he exploded in my mouth. I guess at his age the amount you come is of no consequence, but to me it was very impressive. I could still taste him the following morning.
As I dozed later, I was aware of my young lover climbing on top, missionary style, and spreading my legs. When I told him to wait I think he thought it was the end for him, but given his age I needed him to wear a condom, so when I reached one from my bedside his eyes lit up again. I wanted to put it on him myself, which seemed to add to his excitement, and as soon as he was gift wrapped I spread my legs and invited him in. I’m not sure how long it had been since he came in my mouth, but he was ready to go.
It was delicious propped up on my pillows watching this young man plough into me. The excitement, as much as the fuck, brought me to orgasm in only 3 or 4 minutes, and Alex followed me right away.
I slept for a while and when I next woke it was getting light outside. I was aware of Alex returning from the bathroom, telling me he had to leave soon, but when I focused on him his was again erect. The wonders of youth.
I rolled onto my side and offered my ass to his erection. As he lay beside me and pushed his head against my opening, I reminded him to slide a condom onto his shaft. When I reached back between my legs I could feel the slick rubber tight around his knob, then guided him into me again.
We fucked for a long time. I was languid and sleepy, and he was horny but almost milked dry. I loved his energy. He continued to slide in and out of me for what seemed like hours. Eventually he cried in my ear “I come”, and I could feel him jerking deep inside me.
I lay and watched him dress, his cock still half erect I think!!
When he left, I txt my husband to tell him that my young lover had only just left. My mobile rang about 30 seconds later, and sleepy as I was, I had to confess my actions before he would let me go. As I told him the bare details I knew he was masturbating and was delighted to hear him groan as he came over his own belly.
I found a bonus when I was checking out the next morning. Typical of a young man, Alex hadn’t cleaned up afterwards, and on the bedside were both used condoms. I bought my husband a greeting card at the airport, and put both in the card as a special memento!!! He still has them.
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