French Connection

After an hour or so, I wake up not used to the hardness of the floor. I stand up and put a blanket on his body I didn’t wake him up to move to the bed because he seems blissfully asleep. I walked to the bathroom to clean myself. I decide to take a shower. Smiling to myself, I was thinking if I needed to put on the nightwear I brought. I didn’t feel like wearing anything, it matches my mood of being liberated. 

While taking a shower, I counted the hours I would still be with him. I would still be in France for 19 hours. My flight is at 2100 hrs. It’s 200 hrs now. After the bath, I dried myself, put some perfume and lotions. When I came out, he stirred a little I went to him and asked him to join me in bed. The weather was a little chilly so we both went under the covers and slept until morning. 
Waking up we decide to go out and have breakfast, he wants to show me some sights but I knew we had to be careful as he is married. I know no one in this part of France. I feel safe. 
We decide to go and walk and look for a café. He holds my hands, this is different part of France too, and this isn’t where he lives. We hold hands sometimes stealing glances like two love-struck teenagers. For this mornings adventure I have decided to wear a white eye let dress and white sandals. It has the type of skirt that flies when a little wind blows; it makes the onlookers see the outline of my legs. It has a low neckline but I didn’t feel like wearing a bra, I feel so free. 

While we are walking I try to see every nook and cranny of the streets, trying to drink in the sites. He is finally able to choose a little café in one of the corners. I ask him to order for me so that I can savor a typical French breakfast. Hmmm… it’s really yummy; obviously the French people know how to eat. Then we walk for a little while longer looking for little items to buy. Then I laughingly whisper to him some kinky dream of mine, “Darling, I wish to make love in one of this little side streets. I want the excitement of being found out.” He stares at me for a second longer. I make a little pout. “Aren’t you my little slave?” 
I look at her in the eyes and whisper “Yes, My mistress. I will do as you wish”. I am more than a little afraid to be found, especially if by a close friend but still the envy I have for her and the promise I have made to be her slave give me the strength to agree on her game. We need to find a place where there will be nobody for some time. Pausing to consider the area, I think the best place would be to do it in the porch of one of the mansions. At this time, there will be almost no risk to find someone trying to enter. Passing behind her, I hold her tight and caress her breasts over her dress, as there are no passersby for the moment. "You had a good idea to leave the bra home, my love. Your breasts are exquisite under the sun”. I kiss and bite her neck and whisper “Mistress, please don’t move so I can please you while nobody looks”. After gazing left and right and up on the windows, I go on my knees and plunge under her dress to remove the lovely white thong she is wearing. I move it down on her legs and send shivers thru her body by kissing her pussy for what seems an hour in this open street. Quickly I move from under her with the thong in my hand, I close her hand on mine so we walk together with the thong hidden between us. I look at her with a smile and red cheeks. “Is my mistress happy, sweet love?” She laughs heartily and kisses me passionately. “I need more of you, little slave…” 

We have reached the street where I know we will certainly found the right entrance. There! I have it. On the other side of the road, a large porch with the double door ajar. Enough spaces under the shades to stand together without fear of being overlooked by the upper apartments. I run with her laughing and as soon as we have reached the porch, I kiss her with passion while fondling her breasts. I push my body against her so she can feel my manhood in its full size. I can see that she is already so excited that I will not need to lick her pussy to have her wet enough for penetration. While kissing her, I push away her skirt, unzip my pants and take out my throbbing dick from its prison. I go slightly down on my knees to find the correct entrance way and I push up suddenly. I find my way inside her vagina on the first thrust and I start pumping up and down while biting her neck and holding her with my arms. We are almost reaching climax… “Oh May, my love. What a good idea you had” when suddenly I hear the janitor yells: "Qu’est ce que vous foutez là, fichez moi le camp bande de saligots. J’appelle la Police moi !” Too late to stop now, I hold her tight to stop the fear she is showing and I quicken my pace. I ejaculate in her with such force I have the impression the stars are exploding in my mind.

I take her by the hand and we run as fast as we can away from that porch before the Police could catch us. I am laughing out loud from the fright I have felt that have multiplied the pleasure of the ejaculation tenfold. I look at her to see what she feels while pushing back my sex in my pants and I burst laughing when she says: “We have left my thong in the porch..."

That really gave me a real scare. I imagine the headlines of the tabloids: Frenchman and Asian Woman caught having fucked under the trees! I didn’t have to understand what the janitor was saying, hearing Police was enough. But upon hearing those words, I felt fear but his intense possession of my body made me forget those around me I could only feel his manhood inside of me; that fear only heightened the pleasure, it sent waves upon waves of pleasure. I feel so weak in the knees I can hardly breathe but I have to bring myself up. We have to run the as police might catch us. After running for quite some time we hear that nobody pursue us anymore. Maybe they felt it was such a petty crime this early in the morning. Pausing for a while to catch our breath I suddenly feel a breeze under my skirt and I say, “We have left my thong in the porch..." He laughs at my little remark and I burst out laughing too. He hugs me and I hug him tightly. We kiss for a full minute, conveying so much emotions while we kiss; happiness, desire, a little fear, longing, sadness, pleasure all those emotions being felt. 

We walk quietly for a while. Feeling the breeze and the sun each with our own thoughts. I don’t know what to make of this experience. I know that life for me is half way around the world. I don’t really travel to Europe. This was just a side trip to London as my friend had given birth to another child and I promised that I would help her. How can you stay virtual friends after having discovered passion such as this? Both of us have our own lives. But I refuse to think about such things at this moment nothing will come out it anyway. There is no place for me here. I have another life. 

We continue to walk around looking at the pretty streets, glowing. The experience of a first time is really different. This is really my first time to meet a virtual lover and to travel half way around the world. At first I thought such acts would be a violation of my being but for some strange reason I feel more freedom. I really liked him drinking the champagne and licking the cream from my pussy. I feel heady. For the experience it was worth it. But I think that could be my limit. 

So with a smile, I ask him, “Where are we going next?” Little did I know what else he had in store for me?

I am wondering where we could go now, especially if we want to make it a pleasurable experience. It is now almost 6 PM, nearly rush hour in the metro… That gives me a wonderful idea. “May, let’s take the tube so you can really feel what the rush hour in Paris means.” I take her by the hands and walk briskly to the nearest metro entrance. Remembering my younger days, I think the most populated line will be the RER B around Chatelet or Denfert. I buy 2 return tickets to the farthest station on the line and walk with her past the turnstiles. There are already lots of people in the station, so I think it will be more than full at Denfert, which is exactly what I am expecting. I look at her and find that like a curious little girl she is looking around to catch everything from the colorful ads to the drunken beggars not even able to ask for a smoke at this hour. Being alone in a long corridor, I hold her tighter and start caressing her ass while kissing softly her lips…

I look at him with questioning eyes, its now 1800 hrs and my flight is at 2100 hrs. Does this man want me to miss my flight? I noticed that he bought tickets to go to the farthest of the line? There are so many people around that it is really hard to get pass them. I want to talk to him but I cannot ask; we are half walking and half running. We reach a long corridor. I am about to ask him what on earth he plans to do. But I am silenced by kisses, he holds me tighter and he starts caressing my bare ass. The thought that comes to my mind is that I have been walking almost naked around the streets of Paris. But the intense kiss that he is giving me makes me forget that fact. I know that kissing on corridors is really nothing in Paris. So it is okay. 

We kiss long and hard. I feel like being sucked in by his kisses. It is like he also feels that it will be our last kiss, no more time to make love. My back and his left hand are against a wall; his hand finding our balance touching my ass while his right hand is under my blouse fondling my breast. I let out soft moans of pleasure. My right hand is caressing his face and my left hand is inside the back of his pants squeezing his ass cheeks. My pussy is trying to feel his hardness. Slowly I feel him touch my right thigh and move it up his hips. My hand now moves to unlock his manhood by unbuckling his belt and zipping down his trousers. My hands find his hard and throbbing dick. 

Unknown to us there is a little opening on the ceiling. Actually one man had dropped a coin and he saw us while he was picking the coin up. He continues to watch what we are doing. 

William is moaning too. But at one point he lifts up his head and sees this man looking at us. So slowly he stops the whole thing. My mind is blank, looking at him with question in my eyes. He doesn’t explain to me what happened but he motions for me to look up. I see the man too.

So we fix our clothing but with the feeling that we are having so much unspent passion. My vagina feels raw and naked but it is so hot and I desperately want his hot penis inside of me. This is making me crazy and I know it can make me do something crazy. Desperate times need desperate measures. 

We enter one of the cars of the Metro. The Metro is so full at this time of the day. At last we find a spot where both of us can stand. Bodies are so close to each other. William stands in front of a woman reading a book and I am standing behind him. Playfully I insert my hand inside his pants. The woman cannot see what is happening because his shirt is out of his pants. I instantly feel his cock spring to life in instant response to my fondling of his penis shaft. I squeeze it, my thumbs pressed on it and my pointer finger plays with the juice that is flowing out of it. I know that this feeling I agonizing. Sooner or later he will want a release. He gently removes my hands from the insides of his pants and turns around to face me. He then lifts my skirt and finds my uncovered pussy wet and waiting for his dick to come into me. The bodies that are pressed next to each other’s are actually helping us; our bodies are being involuntarily pushed together. My hand is gripping a pole that is next to us. I want to moan out louder but his mouth silences mine. 

I move in rhythm with the crowd and with my mouth upon her so she does not moan aloud. I can see from the corner of my eyes that the woman next to me is looking at us with what could be regarded as envy in her eyes. I cannot resist sending her a smile, half apologies, half provocation and continue to move with the pressing of the crowd to make May reach another orgasm. Suddenly I feel that a hand is caressing my ass and it is not May! I look again at the woman next to us while I continue to pump up and down within May’s fountain wet vagina. She smiles an enigmatic smile and suddenly pinches my ass very hard. The hurt makes me jump and I feel my balls bumping against the sex of my partner. I look at May and I see that she just loved it when I entered her so deep inside. I am not sure she has understood what the woman is doing yet and I am afraid the latest will not stop here. Actually, she has decided to move closer to us, which covers us from most of the people of the car but gives her unlimited access to both of our bodies. I am too excited to stop and I cannot release May’s mouth because I know her moaning would make the whole car stare at us. The woman has entered my pants and is now fingering my asshole impertinently. I try to look at her with my most angry eyes but she just returns me a long smile and she words silently: "You are mine." With that she puts her other hand under May’s shirt and start caressing her breasts. I can feel the fear in May’s eyes but it is quickly replaced by a deeper smile and a long look at our tormentor. I can only imagine that she is as expert to play with nipples and breasts than she is to play with her fingers. She has already managed to fuck me with 2 in my ass. Each time she pushes deeper inside me, she opens her fingers, which make me, jump in May, and she press her breasts harder to mix our pleasure of lust and pain. Very quickly, we cannot wait anymore and I explode for the second time today while she bites my tongue in an excess of pleasure...

We disengage and turn to the woman but she turns her back on us as if nothing had happened. As the train has reached one of the stations, I take her hand saying, “We must not miss your plane, let’s go down here immediately” and we push everybody to be on the station before the trains’ doors closes.

Hand in hand we walk towards the exit of the Metro. He had so much cum that it is dripping between my thighs. It’s a good thing I don’t have to think while walking he is just leading where to go. The whole time I am reliving the experience in my mind. I am actually shocked by the audacity of that woman. I saw her mouth the words, “You are mine!” I wanted to say, “Oh no dear! This man is mine!” But of course it was a useless thing to do. However, I smile at the thoughts because if not for her our pleasure wouldn’t have been that intense. William was also caught unaware of what was happening suddenly, I felt him go deeper into me and the fear I felt was immediately replaced by a smile of pleasure. That act combined with the natural movements of the train was heavenly. The rocking motion of the stops and the pauses between stations was increasing the intensity of penetration. 

But I got the shock of my life when I felt a hand touched my breast. When we both “came”, having my mouth silenced by his kisses I accidentally bite his tongue.

Then we made our way back to his house. I had enough time to fix my things and shower. Removing my clothes the minute we walked in the door I head for the bathroom. Oh… the spray of water feels so good to the body. I poured some shampoo into my hands and shampooed my hair. Next I got some shower gel and poured it into a face towel to soap my body. I start with my neck, my shoulders, my breast, my tummy, my pussy, my thighs, my ass then down to my legs. As I was trying to reach my back he enters the shower area and helps me soap my body. He washes my pussy and little ass hole with his hands, I smile at him and we kiss a little. With my head lowered he lifts up my chin and asks me if we would still be able to see each other. I really can’t promise anything because my life isn’t my own. 

So with one last deep kiss, we go out of the shower and I dressed up. I leave quickly as I had come. He asks if he can take me to the airport and I say no and I leave him standing in the front door with an ultimate friendly kiss on his cheek.