A Paris Flirtation

My husband and I found ourselves blessed with a rather unexpected trip to Paris.  A week away from the kids with lots of time to focus on each other in the “City of Love” led to some scorching moments of passion.  We were unhurried, relaxed, and eager to do some sexual exploration that is difficult at home where we often have to be quieter than we’d like.

Our last day in Paris, we spent exploring some beautiful places.. But my mind kept coming back to some other beautiful places I wanted my man to explore.  So, as we took a tour of yet another ornate historic building and gazed up at an elaborately decorated ceiling, I brushed my palm across his amazing ass. I did it just innocently enough to make him wonder at my intentions.  When he looked into my eyes, I gave him a sweet-but-knowing smile. Only a little twitch at the corner of my mouth hinted at my naughty thoughts.

We were in a good sized group of people following a tour guide. So I looked for opportunities to touch him in ways that he couldn’t help but notice, but touches wouldn’t draw attention from the people around us. As we walked I hooked my fingers into his back belt loop so he would know I was close behind him.  Sometimes I would slip my hand into his pocket and squeeze him. When I let go, I let my hand linger a moment on his ass again. Once while we were seated, I reached across his lap, grazing the bulge in his jeans.

When we took the metro later it, was very crowded, so we stood, hanging onto the same cold metal bar. As more people entered the car, I pressed up against him to make more room, pushing my breasts against him and, in the process, offering him a perfect view of my plumped up cleavage. His eyes flashed to mine, questioning my intentions but knowing I was purposely trying to arouse his interest. I love flirting with him like this when we are surrounded by people, and he cannot act on his awakening desire for me. I know it makes his blood pump and his mind race with thoughts of bending me over and doing me or burying his face in my juicy wet pussy. So I smiled, ever-innocent, and raised my eyebrows in a silent questioning retort.  “What? Is something wrong? Is it too crowded in here?” my eyes said.  But my mischievous mouth gave me away, and he knew I was deliberately seducing him.

For dinner that night, I choose to wear a loose flowing dress and a skimpy white thong with delicate pink lace edging.  I left my hair long and a little sexy-wild, and I felt confident and empowered by my sensuality.

At dinner, we sat across from each other.  I offered him a bite of baguette and let my fingers just touch the wet inside of his mouth as I fed it to him.  Such a simple gesture, but filled with sexual energy that was hard to ignore.

We shared a bottle of wine, enjoyed the expert food and the night air. We watched the variety of people walking by and discussed our favorite Paris moments.  Little did we know that this night would be our most memorable.

We shared a decadent dessert, and the more our physical hunger was sated, the harder it became to ignore our growing sexual hunger. I slid my shoe off and caressed his leg with my bare foot, trailing it up the inseam of his pants and reaching as far along his thigh as I could.  He reached down between his legs and captured my wayward foot in his warm hands.  He rubbed his thumb along the sensitive inner arch, and I felt my legs tingle and the sudden surge of wetness in my pussy.  My skimpy thong was quickly soaked by the desire my husband aroused in me by his gentle, knowing hands lightly stroking my ankle and calf. I was all afire with my need of him.

We signaled for our bill, and the waiting seemed like ages before we were able to pay and leave.  I was so eager to get my sexy husband alone in our hotel room, but we still had a bit of a walk along the quaint narrow streets to get there. As we walked, I couldn’t keep my hands off of him.  We walked with our arms around each other. His hand was on my ass, the thin material of my dress all that was between us. That was when I realize that my barely-there thong, wet through with my desire, was utterly useless to me at this point.

I pulled my husband close to the building and into the shadows a little. I kissed him full and long on the mouth, drawing him down to me with one hand and with the other I pushed the edges of my panties down past my hips.  I dipped my tongue deeper into his warm mouth and rotated my hips oh so slightly. I felt my panties fall to the ground around my ankles. I leaned on him as we kissed and lifted first one foot and then the other until I was free of the thong. I pulled my mouth back from him and smiled as I reached down and picked up my panties. I held them up for him to see, then I tucked them into his jacket pocket,  laughing with impish delight as he realized what I’d done while we kissed on this Paris street. My sexy daring had him rock hard with desire for me, and I felt drunk with delicious power over him.

We arrived, laughing and eager, to our hotel room, and he decided to show me exactly where all my flirtations would get me. He pulled my dress down off my shoulders as I fumbled with the button on his now-tight pants, and I was now naked before him, pussy juices running down my legs. He pushed me onto the bed with just enough force to let me know that he was taking charge, and my eyes lit with anticipation.  I surrendered my power to him as he lapped my pussy, sliding his tongue between my lips to my swollen, throbbing bud.  He swirled around my clit and flicked his tongue down deep into my pussy.  My climax crashed over me, sending waves of intense pleasure pulsing out from my soaking pussy.

I was overcome with my desire to have him inside me. Instinctively, he knew I wanted his cock buried deep in me. So he trailed his tongue up from my honeyed garden all the way to my taut nipples and then the fluttering hollow of my neck. Then, as he plunged his tongue into my mouth, his hard, full cock reached deep into me, awakening inner sensations that multiplied the pleasure of my still pulsing orgasm. Time stopped as he unleashed his love-cum into my hungry pussy. In this moment following our climax, I am always awed by our connection, and so I whispered in his ear the only thought that remained. “I love you!”

 

 

 

 

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5 replies
  1. Wife lover says:

    Wonderfully written story! Can’t wait to send this over to the wife, she will love it. I love the unsaid sexual energy between you two, God bless you both.

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