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Springtime in ParisAfter my first year of university, I visited Paris in early May to take in the sights. One particular day is very memorable.I visited Montmarte and Sacré-Cœur and then I wandered along to Place Pigalle, the “red light” district.In front of one of the sex clubs, an older, grandmotherly lady with curly grey hair approached me and asked, “Would you like to look? It’s free.”I hesitated for a moment, but thought to myself, “Why not?” and followed her inside. She led me up some stairs and said, “It’s toute privée, if you would like to cum.”We were met half way up the stairs by an attractive woman of about thirty years old. She was wearing a silver dress, rather like a large shirt, that was gathered at the bottom. She produced a book of tickets and explained that a ticket was good for a show and a drink, for a special price. “So much for free, I thought,” but I purchased a ticket.She took me by the arm and led me to a booth and directed me to enter. The booth had a vinyl covered bench facing a large, glass window that divided bakırköy escort my section of the booth from another area containing a chair. My companion, whose name I later learned was Collette, entered this other side and slipped off her dress. She was wearing a pink bra and high heels – no panties.My heart was pounding – a mixture of excitement and fear of the unknown. She first placed her hands on the back of the chair and bent over, showing me her ass. Then, she sat on the chair and lifted and opened her legs, resting her heels on the windowsill. She pushed the cups of her bra up to reveal her full breasts and large, ruby nipples. Her pussy was covered with brown hair. She spread it slightly open with her fingers to reveal deep red inner lips and began to rub her clit lightly.Suddenly, as quickly as she had started, she popped her breasts back into her bra, stood up and slipped the dress back on and came over to my side to collect me. She led me, in a daze, back down the stairs into a theater beşiktaş escort and directed me into a booth seat with a narrow table in front. She sat beside me.A bartender appeared and collected my free drink ticket. Collette wanted to order Champagne and I agreed. The bartender reappeared with our drinks … and a bill.“Holy…,” I muttered.Collette smiled and said, “Yes, it is expensive … but you can touch me if you like.” And, she placed my hand on her thigh. I began to understand the situation and ran my fingertips up the inside of her thigh until they lightly grazed the rough hair at the top. She shimmied the dress up to her waist and I placed my whole hand on her pussy and gently squeezed and began to move my hand up and down. She started to stroke the bulge that was showing through my pants.“May I?” she asked and began to unbuckle my belt and open my pants. I helped her pull them down and my erection sprang free. She gripped it firmly with her hand and began to pump it up and down. For my part, beylikdüzü escort I was continuing to massage her pussy. My middle finger was slipping between her moist lips, the fingertip coming to rest at the opening of her vagina. As I was doing my best to control myself, she let out a little gasp and I could feel her vagina contracting.“Alors, mon cher, tu veux?” she asked.“Oui,” I croaked.She produced a condom, retrieved from a small drawer in the table, and deftly unrolled it onto my straining dick. In a fluid movement, she slipped the dress over her head and unhooked her bra. Standing up, she stepped over my legs and guided me into her with her hand. Her breasts bounced up and down with her movements and I placed my palms lightly on her hard nipples. I could only take a few minutes of this and my pleasure peaked, pumping out numerous, powerful bursts of semen. She stopped moving and we sat still for a minute, then she swung her leg off me and removed the condom. She wiped my swollen dick with a tissue, gathered up her clothes and ambled out of the room through a small door.The bartender was polishing drinking glasses at the bar. I put my pants back on, paid the bill and hobbled out into the Paris sunshine. As I walked down the street, a few doors down, a grey-haired man approached me, “Would you like to look? It’s free.”
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