I met him in the strangest of places, no maybe not, it was the lobby of the hotel where I was staying while visiting Paris with my family. He was so easy on the eye for someone my age (all of 18) and wreaking with innocents my more sophisticated friends would say. He had come in from the restaurant that was part of the hotel in the company of three other men all in proper business attire. My vision is dress in a dark grey suit with a crisp white shirt and a black tie with grey strips. An older man with what I thought was James Bond swagger though he was a brunette version and maybe a bit taller. So lost in my admiration of him, I forgot to be embraced when he caught me staring. He just smiled at me slowly taking in my tourist wear of dark jeans and green v neck tank top that made my naturally olive skin glow or so I've been told. The way he was looking at me made me happy that I had chosen to wear the dark red lipstick and to pull my hair up and out of my face. We just looked at each other smiles flickering here and there more me than him. He was paying attention to the conversation, yet he let me know that he saw me. I sat there looking at him and wondering if he would be interested in someone my age, someone lacking... then I started to feel silly and wondering if he was laughing at me. By then my parents and twin kid brothers came out of the elevator, and we drift out with the rest of the tourist groups to do some sightseeing. I couldn't resist a peek at my vision as I left and was rewarded with a smile that seemed to radiate out of his eyes and lightly caressed his tempting lips. The thought of him stayed with me all day through the tour of the Louver gallery and the Eiffel Tower. Had me wondering and dreaming of what it would be like to touch with his clothes on and off. There were a few times that I almost creamed in my panties and one time when I had to stiffly a moan that I quickly passed off as a yawn.
By the time we returned to the hotel, I was dragging my feet, not from the day spent touring but because I knew he wouldn't be there. By then my fantasy had stretched into our meeting and just talking a bit. As I had not heard his voice and now I so wanted to complete my vision of him. I slowly followed my family into the hotel lobby and was sent by my mother to pick up any messages about sightseeing tours that we might be interested in Paris. I went to the desk and asked for our messages and was given a folded note with no more than a smiley face drawn on it. I looked at the desk clerk and asked in French what did this mean. He just shrugged his shoulders after looking at the note and then started giving me a slow once-over, as I turned and walked toward the elevator.
By the time I reached my hotel room that was right across the hall from my parents and little brothers rooms, I was still in the dark about the note... a smiley face on what looked to be the hotel stationary. Stopping at my parent's room, I told them that there was nothing at the desk for us and that I would see them in time for dinner in about two hours. Upon reaching my room, I went in and threw myself across the bed with the note still in my hand. Tracing over the drawing with my pointer finger as I imagined that it was from him and a strange a tingling sensation went from my finger to my nipples to settle between my thighs where I got wet and tight. Knowing that I had locked my hotel room door and that I wouldn't be disturbed until dinner time I decided to play with him in mind.
The doors to my private balcony which were located some feet from the foot of the bed were open, and a cool summer breeze lifts the sheers curtains parting them and then letting them fall back into place again. Wrapping my arms around myself, I climbed off the bed with the not still in hand and went to stand in the afternoon shadows of my room at the balcony door just behind the curtains. The sound from the city came soft and suggested to my ears after all this was Paris. Then a breeze another wandered by, and I immediately wanted to feel the warm caress of the breeze on my bare skin so I taking off my clothes I arranged myself on the queen size bed so that the breeze would blow over me as it came into the window.
I laid there for a few minutes enjoying the breeze and my nudity with the note laying close by. Glancing out of doors across a hotel that was next to the one we were staying in, I could see into the across from my room, but not today as the curtains are drawn. I had fantasized about handsome French my age or a bit older walking and to talk to me, but we had been there three days, and one had stayed in the room. In spite of that, I decided to use it as part of my focus point. My handsome vision from the lobby is staying there in that room across the way, and he would come out onto the balcony to enjoy the cooling evening. Then he would look across and see me standing there watching him with the same intensity that I had felt growing in me while I had been watching him earlier.
Closing my eyes, I blocked out the world and let myself give in to my imaginings and desires as my hands became his. Warm tampered fingers stroked my face ever so lightly like they were asking permission to do more. This time, the moan that came from between my moisten lips was audio able and deep giving, his fingers to do as he pleased. With my eyes still closed I could feel them touching my lips, stroking my faces , leaving a finger to linger on the fullness of my bottom lip as his other hand glides down my neck over the soft, smooth, warm skin to my upper chest and shoulders to tease the plane of skin lightly between neck and cleavage. My nipples puckered in anticipation as his fingers danced over the tops of my breasts as if playing a game, chose which one should get attention first. My body wanted more and not sure exactly what that was, but I wanted it, I wanted him. I started to ask to beg, but the finger that had been lingering on my bottom lips slid into my mouth and silenced me as I began to suck on it. Without a thought to what I was doing as it was a part of my dream man, I went from imaging it was his finger to his cock and opened my mouth wider. Then his fingers found my right nipple, and I lost it. Squeezing my breast together teasing nipple as my lower body came up off the bed.
A breeze came through the window parting the curtains wide, and my legs went up to my pussy open. I envisioned him standing there across the way watching me, drinking me in with his eyes... that wasn't close enough I put his hands back on me. Arching my breasts into his touch coming up off the bed lost in the seduction with my eyes closed I was barely aware of my surroundings or that I now had a voyeur.
My skin was feeling so hot damp and tight as fingers of made their way down my tummy into the warm wet throbbing heat of my pussy that now seems to have developed a heartbeat of its own. It was like I was of two bodies trying to become one or one trying to come apart. Whatever reasoning I was going to do was lost to me as two of his two fingers started teasing my nub. That bundle of nerve had now replaced my brain and had become my focus, my existence. Arching my body driving my breasts into the hand that was teasing my left nipple and into the fingers in my pussy, the world behind my eyes was a kaleidoscope of colors as the talent fingers drove my body to its ultimate goal. My orgasm was coming through me loud and hard. When it hit the wall that was me with my body arching and my toes curling a rush of internal heat radiates out to every nerve in my body.
Screaming with my bodying rocking and arching against the fingers that played me as my eyes opened and saw him... I was coming with his eyes on me. My body is shaking and quivering as if it was coming loose at the joints as pleasure ran it way through me. So I gave up and gave in letting the flame of desire that was started by the admiring stare, ignited by a note at fed my fertile imagination, virginal innocence and him.
When I could finally see again, the breeze from the open window was cooling my still warm body that was now damp now with sweat. Giving myself a few more moments to catch my breath, as I tried to breathe around the aftershocks of my orgasm moving to sit and instinctually I reached for the note with the smiley face that had been lying on the bed next to me the whole time. Once up I almost laid back down...he was there, and I hadn't dreamed about it at all! He was there, in the light of the late afternoon sun leaning against the wall of his balcony with a drink in had hand, white cotton shirt open at the neck, still wearing the grey trousers of his suit and a smile on his face that said so many things.
I got up not caring about my nakedness or what he had witnessed and stood in the shadow of my room behind the sheer curtains looking out at him. I knew that he could see like I could see him and then the curtains picked up by a breeze parted exposing me, my desires and my admission to his eyes. I stood there surely timidity in appears, but ...
We were so close, and yet so far away, the world outside was moving around us, and I could hear them now and wondered if they had heard me knowing that only his eyes were watching me.
He lifted his glass to me in a salute and took a long drink with his eyes still on me.
Letting my eyes drop down his body, I saw the bulge in his pants, and then I looked back at his eyes and then again as his bugles and move to take a step only to be stopped by him shaking his head...
We have four more days in Paris, and I think it is going to be an exciting time.