Touring France Pt. 04

Driving towards Paris on the A4, a smirky smile crosses my face as I thought about my evening indulgence. Ummm, I shifted in the driver's seat and felt myself getting aroused. 'Good fun,' I thought.

My naughty lady began to surface, reaching into top of my black camisole I extracted each breast. Pinching my nipples and rubbing my girls. France brought out a hidden exhibitionist quality that I was unaware I had. What was it about the energy of this land? Why was I so horny?

Coming up on a minivan, I slowed aligning my car next to the other driver. Driving side by side, I was bouncing in my seat to music. The middle aged guy driving gave me a glimpse and then turned his head to get a good look at my jiggling tits. He was smiling broadly, look at the road and them back to me. My pussy was tingling. He turned to the person riding next to him; a woman leaned way forward. Her mouth dropped open and she said something. I giggled and drove quickly on. In the rear view, it looked like an argument started. Guess she did not appreciate me as much as he did. Smiling, I wondered if he was hard.

A car with two guys came up behind me. I got in the right lane as they became parallel I tooted my horn. The passenger looked at me and gave me a great big "WOW" grin and spoke to the driver who leaned forward. I stayed by their side as long as I could pinching nipples and rubbing my tits. Holding them up high so they could appreciate how big they are. They loved it. I started masturbating, moving my head around and back pressing into the headrest, licking my lips, a few cars were coming up from behind us, so I waved, floored it and raced out ahead of them down the road.

Up the road was a semi- truck riding up I flashed my lights the driver looking out his side mirror grinned as I moved my shoulders back and forth shaking my tits at him. Pulling far enough away next to him I started massaging the tit in his view dropping down to my hiked up skirt I rubbed my clit. He laid on his air horn pulsing it. Ohhhh, that was like the thrust of a cock I needed pulsing in me. Over and over as I rode my hand. Ummm. I did not finish with him as there were a more semi-trucks up the road heading towards Paris and they all got the same treatment.

One truck that I had treated, pulled out of a row behind me, I was watching him in the rearview mirror. As he sped up he had a crazed look on his face. The semi got so close to my car it frightened me. 'What the hell,' I thought moving a little faster, he stayed with me. He was riding my bumper. I wanted to be rammed but not by a truck nor anything that size. An exit ramp approached, I whipped over into the off lane and took the ramp off the A4. He followed me. 'Oh, shit,' I thought I floored it, he was after me. He was scary looking. Now looks don't usually bother me but he looked like a crazed man.

My lusty fun had quickly turned to fear bordering terror. I crossed the overpass and took the next exit that would get me back on the A4 heading back towards Paris. Driving quickly within a mile I was back on A4 before he had gotten his truck turned around. That was enough of that as I neared Paris wondering again what had gotten into me.

I spent late morning driving around the city being a tourist. Seeing so many sites I had longed to see. Grabbed a wonderful lunch at an outdoor café with a glass of refreshing white wine.

Checking into a bed and breakfast I got settled in and set out for a walk along the Seine River which runs through the center of Paris. I bought a painting from one of the many street vendors. I grabbed a cab to Procope, the oldest restaurant in Paris. I love sitting outdoors eating as people pass buy. The meal was good, the history got me, thinking about all the people that had eaten there since it was opened in the 1600s. Tonight I would get a good night sleep and start out after breakfast spending the day in the Louvre Museum.

The Louvre is extraordinary the pieces it houses are some of the finest in the world. So very many statues and works of art. It was a lovely day. I picked up a few brochures and decided to catch the Moulin Rouge dinner show. I went back to my room showered and dressed for the evening.

Taking a cab to the world-famous cabaret. When I check in, they told me I would have to share a table with someone because they would be very busy that night. That was ok. I was seated at a table for two. The place filled fast. A cute blonde pixie looking waitress brought me a split of champagne. Which I sipped waiting for dinner and the show. The waitress came back to seat an American woman at my table. She looked like a Hollywood actress but for the life of me I could not remember which film I had seen her in. She would not give me any details about herself except her first name, Emily, which I doubted was true.

Throughout dinner she kept looking at my chest. I could feel her eyes, on me as we watched the show. The food was nowhere near the best I had in France but the entertainment was worth it. I finally reached my hands up and ran them over my nipples, caressing them over my thin white titty-fitting top. My nipples were so hard. Smiling at her, she looked at me her mouth dropping open then picked up her glass finishing her split of champagne and ordered a full size bottle. She sure didn't talk much.

The lights dimmed, the orchestra played as a fog like mist filled rolled across the stage down to the tables beneath it as the stage filled with male and female dancers. Emily stood up and moved her chair right next to mine so we could both face the stage. I wondered why she didn't just turn it around, but oh well. Much to my pleasure the dancers were all topless and very fit, I had no idea the show was topless. So many jiggling titties. It was so arousing all those beautiful bodies moving and touching on the stage. The orchestra kept them going. It was such a turn on to watch.

Emily put her hand on my thigh and slide it up my skirt. I was now the one caught by surprise. She met my wet pussy, fingering me. As we watched the show she continued to dip her fingers and massage my clit. Ummmm, letting her know how much I enjoyed her touch. I was so aroused from the stage action and her rubbing my clit like a pro.

"I am going to cum." I whispered to her. That's what I want, she purrrred in my ear. She lifted her other hand and pinched my nipples. I looked to the table next to me to make sure no one saw what she was doing to me. A man and woman at the table next to me looked on with lust in their eyes. He licked his lips then wiggled his tongue, giving me a toothy grin. The woman was clearly rubbing her man's cock under the table. Ohhhh I moaned, drawing up my face into an I am coming look, Oh fuck yess I whispered, I came in Emily's hand squirting, squirming in my seat as the show went on. The guy next to me exploded too. He let out a muffled yelp. His wife grabbing her napkin to clean him up. I looked into Emily's eyes breathing deeply and kissed her on the mouth. "Wow," I whispered. She sat there, a look of satisfaction on her face. "Thank you, Emileeee," I breathed out.

We sat and drank our champagne watching the show. I tried to put my hand on her leg but she stopped me. At the end, Emily got up and said she had to rush off. I tried to follow her but she was gone. I tried. I grabbed a cab back to where I was staying.

Arriving at the bnb it was late and I was so horny. I said hello to the young male clerk at the front desk. All was quiet the lobby was mostly dark. I went up to my room and paced. I could have gone to bed and took care of myself, but that is not what I wanted. I wanted to be rammed with a hard cock. Nothing would else would do. (I did not bring my vibrator on this trip. Remind me to tell you why someday.)

Stripping, I put on my itty bitty black travel dress which, if held up to the light, you could see through it. It was short with a scoop neck and long sleeves. It really clung to my body and showed off great cleavage. Slipping into a pair of black high heels as I brushed my long hair, I was at that moment a cougar. I grabbed a condom and headed down the stairs to the front desk. The first thing the young man behind the desk noticed was my big tits pointing at him. My nipples were so hard it is a wonder they did not break through my dress. His eyes stared at them while I spoke, "I have a problem I hope you can help me." He looked up as if coming out of a daze. 'Perfect I thought he already loves my tits.'

He walked from behind the desk to talk to me, "Oui madam." Again looking at my tits. (Frankly very hard to miss.)

I held the condom in front of the tits he could not take his eyes off of. "Ohhhhhhh, Oui," he said smiling at me. I grabbed his hand put the condom in one and the other on my chest. I looked at this pants and he had risen nicely; looked just about ready to bake in my oven.

Taking my hand he took me into a dark area around a corner behind the front desk in the main lobby. His hands were instantly all over me. He said, "Not here." I said, "Yes," I reached for his belt and his pants dropped to the floor, he quickly removed his boxers. My dress went over my head. I stood there hot, lusting and wanting him badly. He dove for my tits taking one in his hand squeezing hard and the other in his mouth and sucked very strongly. He moved to the other breast. He was moaning and speaking unintelligible French very fast.

Ummm, this feels so good I moaned.

Speaking firmly, I ordered, "Fuck me!" What a wonderful universal language, he understood!

He pushed me down on the sofa as he fumbled with the condom. "It's too big," he said. (Wishful thinking on my part.) He climbed on top of me like a young man does and started pumping me. "Come on baby," I said to him as his hands squeezed my tits watching them move as he was riding me. I reached down and started tickling his balls as he pounded me moaning he smiled down at me.

"Oh, good boy," I said, as I lifted a leg up over his shoulder. He kissed and licked my leg looking at my heels as I raised the other leg over his shoulder. I pulled myself into him with my legs, as I pushed off the sofa arm rocking myself on his hard cock slamming and slamming into me. We were both moaning. Enjoying each other I thought about the show, Emily, the couple and this guy fucking me, screaming as I came hard, legs shaking over his shoulders as he rode me through my orgasm. Ahhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhh fucccckkkkkkkkkk mmeeeeeeee. My high pitched ahhhhs let loose I squealed with pleasure. Gawd, I needed that so much and I greedily took it.

Breathing heavily, I heard a woman in the lobby, "Someone is fucking." A male voice said, "Yeah, it's your turn now," and they pounded up the stairs. The clerk froze the look on his face was priceless. He leaned into me close saying, "They cannot see me like this." I grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth over mine and kissed him hard, which he returned. He started grinding me slowly. I knew the people in the lobby heard us but really did not care, yet wonder how long they listened.

We both wanted more and lost ourselves in each other. He came all over my tits the first time. Not finished with him, I took the upper position, seating him on the wet spot. I wanted more, I was not done and I knew he could keep going. He recovered quickly, so I started moving my hips slowly at first, making sure he felt my tight pussy griping his hard cock. Grinding him, tits in his face he moaned like a young stud. I picked up my pace, riding him harder and faster while he sucked my tits, "Bite my nipples!" He did, one then the other and pinched them. "Ummmmm, yessssss," I hissed. His one hand worked my clit rubbing fast.

He moaned, "Je vais venir, avec vous" "Yes" I yelled, "Ohhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkkkkk, I am cumming toooooo," squirting onto his balls and sofa. Aggggggggghhhhh, he yelled. I collapsed into his chest. He put his arms around me, I could feel his cock twitching inside me. We were both still, savoring the moments we shared.

I got up slipping the dress up over my head. He stopped me and kissed my breasts again and rubbed them. My nipples were a little sore from his heavy sucking. He dressed and we walked around the check in desk. He had his arm around me. He stopped and asked me when I did I leave. I told him tomorrow. He said I won't be here when you do, I get off at 6am. An Eager young clerk said, "next time you come to Paris, you can stay with me." I smiled at his naivety.

Airport bound in the morning. This had been an incredible month long journey. The last week of the trip was luscious. I will always remember France and one day when old and gray will think back on this trip fondly. I wonder, do old ladies still get wet?

I hope you found some pleasure in this series. Thank you for reading. Be sure to read my other stories.