Parisian Interlude

We arrive at the hotel in Paris after enjoying wine and a wonderful lunch on the Il de La Cite. You are stunning, in high heeled boots, cream colored dress and dark sunglasses, your hair windblown. You stand to the side as I check us in; you are nervous, full of anticipation. I know you are not wearing panties. I do not rush. Our bags are taken by the bellman and we ride the elevator to the top floor; our suite has a sitting room with tall windows, bar and sideboard, an ottoman, and a love seat. You use the bathroom, checking yourself out in the mirror, and washing your hands in the marble sink. You raise your skirt and inspect yourself; your pussy is trimmed but not bare. You touch her, not at all surprised to find wetness there. Your fingers make a trail up the side of your neck, then you smell your musk. You pull your dress down, smoothing the front, and you are ready. I am putting the Champagne on ice on the low table next to the couch and you come behind me. I stand as you embrace me from behind, pressing yourself into me, wrapping your arms around my chest. We stay like that for a moment then I turn and take your face in my hands, and kiss you. Your hands are at your sides, then grasp at my waist pulling my hips into yours. I unzip your dress, then lift your long hair, and kissing you on the neck behind your left ear I taste you. I break the kiss and sit down. “Turn” I say, and you turn slowly in front of me. I admire you from the side. “Those boots are hot” I say. You smile, looking down. You are glad that I am pleased with you. You present your back to me, and I say “Stop. Take off your dress.” Looking over your left shoulder you remove first one strap, then the other. It falls to the floor and you slowly step out of it. I am enjoying looking at your back; your shoulders strong and toned, back muscles rippling as you sway imperceptibly. Are you rubbing your thighs together? I resist the urge to reach out and grab your ass and pull you over my lap. That can wait. First I want to inspect your pussy. I stand up behind you and unhook your bra which then falls to the floor. Your nipples feel the coolness of the air and stiffen.