A Business Trip to Paris – aka “An Intoxicating French Woman”

A few years ago, I was in Paris on a business trip with a team of six. After a long successful day, we all went out to dinner. Nothing really eventful there, but it helped to set the stage for what would transpire later. We all talked about France, doing business there, and the male members of our work-team were talking about the lovely French women, and what their sexual proclivities might be. Lots of different possibilities were suggested, but no one knew which might be true or not.

After the dinner we all returned to our hotel. I decided to go the bar for a last drink, and quiet reflection about the day and plans for the next.

There was a lovely quiet lady sitting close by at the bar, and we just started talking, very casually.

She had a sweet voice and very intoxicating perfume. I was still thinking about my business deal of the day, but she slowly became more and more of a distraction. She was wearing a very pretty, yet seductive dress over a fantastic, shapely body. She was leaning toward me as we talked more. Her lean, her posture showed interest, and was very provocative in a way, but was also still quite classy. You could tell that she knew that she could have any man she wanted. Anyhow, my thoughts of business completely disappeared, and I know my breathing was quicker, and my face was getting a little flushed, though we hadn’t said anything sexual.

She noticed my blushing, smiled, then reached up to my face in a very gentle way to wipe away a bead of sweat that had appeared. Her smile was so lovely… intoxicating, really.

She told me a little about herself… Adrienne was her name. She was originally from a small French town, but was moving to Paris from Marseille. I told her my name, about my business trip, and that I had had a very successful day.

We continued the small talk for a while, each talking about our own experience in Paris, and comparing our experiences living in a small town (I had grown up in a small town in the Midwest). We were talking about “nothing in particular”, and yet her whole being was so seductive, without any overt effort on her part. You can imagine how easily my thoughts drifted back to my earlier conversation about French women and their sexual proclivities. I had to find a way to remain classy and at the same time, open up this line of conversation.

As I was getting ready to mention this, I took her hand and very gently kissed her wrist. At virtually the same moment, she started to get down from the bar stool, while still holding my hand. She kinda winked at me over her shoulder as she started to walk away from the bar. She pointed very subtly with her head… and her eyes.. (ohhh those piercing beautiful blue eyes) toward the elevator.

I didn’t know if she was going, or if she was trying to bring me with her (I was a little slow in those days in picking up signals). As I started to say goodbye to her, her fingers were holding my hand a little stronger and encouraging me to come with her. I was in a trance!!!

Well, we went up to her room and before I knew what was happening, she was pouring me another glass of wine. A few moments later, she was in some sexy lingerie from the Paris version of Victoria’s Secret.

She was such a tease and a flirt, too. My face was red and my manhood was bulging under my pants. She looked down and said, “Oh my!” Then she reached for me, and touched me firmly but gently– it was an amazing touch, yet hard to describe.

Next thing I knew, she was on her knees and kissing my inner thighs, and between my legs. My pants were still on, as she began to undo my zipper.

Well, as you can imagine, my cock was harder by the moment. She had a little trouble getting my pants off over my swollen member.

Finally, she succeeded… and she was ravenous… Wow!! … as I remember it now… it was incredible.

Her sweet lips were all over me, she was licking and sucking me. Her hands reached under my shirt and started pinching my nipples. I felt like this would go on for the rest of the night. She clearly knew her way around the bedroom, and had decided that pleasing me was her desire for the evening. I had totally given in to her advances, and was enjoying this so much, I hadn’t even begun to try to get her out of her lingerie.

Then her cell phone rang. I hoped she wouldn’t answer… but she did. I heard her conversing in French. After a few moments, she hung up the phone, her whole demeanor changed. She told me she had to go, but she begged me to stay as she would be back in just a little over an hour… She quickly got dressed, and redid her makeup in a much more provocative fashion.

I begged her to stay… she said she had to go… I said I would wait for her. As I tried to catch my breath, I could feel my cock rapidly shrinking … Cock deflated … ego deflated … I wondered a little about her makeup, which was very different from earlier.

As she went out the door, I heard her she splurt out “clients damnés!” (in English- “damned customers!”) Then, she turned back toward me and smiled, then waved and said, “Stay here!! I’ll be back!!”

Before I could say a thing, she was gone…

Well… there I was… in a strange woman’s bed… a beautiful, sexy, passionate woman’s bed.

My shaft was getting hard again as I imagined her, and how quickly she had turned me on.

But, I wasn’t sure I wanted to be there waiting for the call girl to return… even if I hadn’t called her, and even if she was such an intoxicating seducer…

“The Waitress”- aka “The Wildest Nite”

It started as a nice evening out to dinner with my girlfriend, Patrice… a neighborhood-type restaurant– nothing too fancy.

We had a very friendly waitress- Shari. She was kinda cute, shapely… very nice… but not really one that would knock your socks off- maybe a 7 or 7.5.

Well, the restaurant wasn’t very busy, and Shari kept coming back to our table and joking around with us. Some of it was full of sexual innuendo. She had amazing self-confidence. It seemed like she wanted us to know that she was totally uninhibited in the bedroom.

Now, Patrice and I had never had a threesome. We enjoyed sex with each other so much– we were both pretty frisky, but also quite romantic. We had joked a few times about having a threesome– “if you get lazy and don’t turn me on any more, we may have to add a third to keep things interesting.”

So on this evening, with all of the innuendo and teasing, Patrice started quietly hinting, “Wouldn’t it would be fun to invite Shari over for later??”

I really didn’t have my eye on Shari- I was just enjoying our playful banter. But, Patrice kept at it. She clearly liked teasing me. And, I kept telling my Patrice, “Nahhh… not interested!… I only have eyes for you.” But still, she wouldn’t drop the subject.

Then one time Shari came over and gave me this huge smile and wink- a really gorgeous smile.. her whole face lit up when she smiled. I had the feeling she was saying, “I would love to join you guys later…”

I know I must have blushed, because she got me a glass of ice water, and said perhaps I needed that to cool down.

Well anyway, we finished our food… (I can’t even remember what we ate… All I remember is Shari and Patrice and our friendly banter.), and went to pay our check.

As I paid the check, Shari came over and said something like, “It was fun serving you tonight. Let me know if I can be of any further service…” and she smiled and winked again.
…Surely she wasn’t hinting about service in the bedroom, or was she?

When Patrice and I got into in the car, and started driving home she said, “that was fun, wasn’t it? Shari is a tease just like you are.”

Then she said… and this blew my socks off… “Let’s invite her over!!!”…

My heart was racing… I was thinking… “Did my jealous girlfriend just say that?… Is she just testing me… or teasing me… or is she serious?

I asked her what she meant.

“Let’s invite her over for some fun… ” she winked… (What is it with all this winking?)

Well… I was very conflicted… My testosterone was surely saying, “Yes!!” But, my relationship with Patrice was just into the “second stage of passion” (the truly loving, yet still highly sexual stage)… and I didn’t want to disrupt the path we were on. On the other hand, Shari was very cute, had a great bod, dynamite smile, and was definitely fun-loving and interested.

I didn’t know what to do– have Sheri over for a wild and crazy threesome .. OR .. make Patrice happy by saying no… resisting the temptation in favor of our relationship. And I couldn’t tell if Patrice really wanted it, or if she was testing me. What will she think .. say .. feel .. do .. if I say OK?

I was driving… trying to talk… trying to think… trying to decide… My heart was thumping… Time had stopped.. each second was like a century … Any longer and Patrice will know I’m considering it… “What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?” Heartbeats pounding in my head.

Finally I said, “No, I don’t think so. I just want to be with you!” Somehow, I had decided to forego this remarkable opportunity.

Well, Patrice had been ghostly quiet as I considered my decision. (for the longest three seconds ever!!). But when I said “No”, I could tell she was thrilled!!… I could feel the smile growing on her face… (Remember, I was still driving.)

She immediately kissed me on my cheek, put her hand between my legs, and said. “You’re gonna be so glad you said that… You are not gonna forget this night!!!”

Well, I know I swerved a little as she “attacked me”. I unconsciously started driving a little faster. My adrenalin was pumping. My breathing accelerated. My entire body was reacting.

She kissed my cheek. Her tongue poked at the corner of my mouth. Her hand rubbed against my shaft. She said silly things like, “Hello big boy!”

I had to pull over at an exit and find a place to “park.” We parked at the far end of the Quikshop, and I was finally able to give Patrice some attention.

As we kissed, she took my hand and placed it to her breast. Our tongues were dancing passionately. My hands began to unbutton her blouse. We were both so hot, it was getting steamy inside that car.

Then, realizing where we were, I said, “We better go home.” She echoed, “You’re right baby. Just go quickly!!”

Well, the drive to my place wasn’t too many more miles. But I can’t even remember the drive that day. I know she was still rubbing my shaft through my pants. I know I was asking her to not distract me. I know I had to work to keep the car on the road.

When we got to the house, we raced inside. We must have looked funny. Her blouse was still partly unbuttoned.

Once we were inside, we left a trail of clothes from the door to the bed

… Well, suffice it to say– it was the most incredible night ever!!!

BUT, that’s not the whole story. And you’re never gonna believe this. After hours of passionate love-making, as we were lying quietly… gently stroking each other– you’ll never believe what she said…

She said, “Lets go back to that same restaurant for dinner tomorrow!!!”

I couldn’t believe it!!!… I didn’t answer with words. We made love again- and it was even better than the first time!!!… Wow!!!. I can still remember the sun rising!!
Well, I won’t tell you about the next night… because that would be another story… (Woohoo!… and what a story!!)