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Subject: {ASSM} A Rainy Day in Paris  MF Rom
Date: Fri, 28 Jun 2002 07:10:02 -0400
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A Rainy Day in Paris
MF Rom

By David Lavenham
davidlavenham@hotmail.com

I was in the most romantic city in the world, and I was on my own. To make 
maters worse it was raining. My breath steamed up the window as I looked out 
over the Paris skyline. Clearing a patch of cold glass with my fingers and 
squinting into the gloom I could just make out the outline of the Eiffel 
tower across the Seine through the mist.

'Good day for a walk!', I said to myself as I dragged myself away from the 
window and pulled on my Burberry raincoat over my jeans and white t-shirt. 
It was my last day in Paris, and I couldn't spend the day in my room. 
Grabbing my umbrella I headed out for a bit of sightseeing in the rain.

I turned left out of the hotel and started walking up the Champs Elyse 
towards the Arch de Triumph. There is something special about Paris in the 
rain. The lights of the shops and boutiques reflecting on the black 
pavements turned into mirrors by the rain, the swoosh of the passing taxis 
as they drive through the puddles in the road, and best of all it is so 
quiet. No self-respecting French person will come out in the rain. They are 
all hiding out in bars and restaurants, leaving the streets to the few 
tourists willing to get wet.

I could not believe how big the Arch de Triumph was once you get close; 
Napoleon could never be accused of working on a small scale when he 
redesigned Paris. Negotiating the traffic I crossed over to take a closer 
look. There were a few tourists milling around in the shelter of the giant 
arch. Stopping only briefly to look at the eternal flame at the tomb of the 
Unknown Soldier I too headed for the dry.

An elevator had been installed in the arch and a depressed looking Frenchman 
was offering trips to the top. He was not having much luck convincing 
tourists to leave the dry shelter of the arch in favour of its wet roof so I 
was the only one in line for the ride.

Paying my 10 francs (this was before the days of the Euro) I stepped into 
the incongruously modern elevator alone.

Just as the doors closed he jumped in, shaking the rain off his coat like a 
wet dog. A splash of rain caught my jeans, 'Sorry', he said looking me in 
the eyes for the first time.

My heart stopped as his deep blue eyes stared into mine. He looked 
fantastic. He was Asian, probably Japanese, but had blond hair and those 
deep blue eyes. His hair was soaking and drips of rain were rolling down the 
fine skin of his face and disappearing down his neck. He was soaking, his 
coat was thin and already stained dark with rain, I think he was shivering a 
little.

'Don't worry, a few more drops wont make much difference', I managed to say.

'Yeah, pretty wet out there', he said as the doors of the elevator opened. 
There were only 3 or 4 people on the roof as we walked out into the rain.

'Do you want to come under here?', I asked as I put the umbrella up, 
'There's plenty of room'.

'Ohh, wow, thanks!' he said 'My names Gackt', he said as he moved towards 
me.
'Alison', I said, shaking his delicate cold hand.

So we stood together on the roof of the Arch de Triumph in the rain, talking 
idly about the view around us. As we looked down towards the Louvre the wind 
got up a little and he huddled closer to me sending shock waves through my 
body as he brushed against me. I felt a surge of joy having him so close, I 
wanted to reach out and hold him, caress him, feel him close to me.

He shivered.

'You're cold', I said, 'lets get a coffee'.

We bonded immediately as we talked across the table in the smoky, French 
Cafe next to the Arch. It felt like we had been friends for years.

'You look so wet, are you sure you are not going to die of cold?' I asked as 
we finished our drinks.

'I could do with drying off a little' He said, lifting up his jumper to show 
me the wet t-shirt under it.

'My hotel is just up the road, let's go there so you can dry off'.

It was only as we were walking back that I realised how forward I had been. 
I had known Gackt for less that 2 hours and I had already invited him back 
to my room.
'Nice room', he said as I opened the door and we kicked off our wet shoes, 
throwing our coats on one of the chairs.

He was right, the room was huge and furnished with a comfortable sofa and 
chairs, a huge antique bed and a spectacular view of the river through the 
full-length windows.

I turned to face him as we stood in the middle of the room. Our eyes locked. 
I felt as if he was drawing me in with his blue eyes. He took a small step 
forward and brushed my cheek with the back of his hand.

'Kirsten, you are as beautiful as you are kind'.

I moved a little closer.

His hand was on the back of my neck.

I did not resist as he drew my face to his.

I will never forget that first kiss. Starting so gentle as our lips met. 
Building in intensity as our tongues entwined. Becoming more passionate as 
we wrapped our arms around each other. Ending as we hold each other's faces, 
staring into each other's eyes just a few inches apart.

His face felt cold. Without saying a word I began to undress him. I pulled 
his wet jumper over his head to reveal his damp grey t-shirt below. Hooking 
my fingers under the bottom of soft cotton I lifted it over his head, 
revealing his smooth hairless chest. I ran my hands over his torso, his skin 
was soft to the touch and slightly damp. I put my arms around his waist and 
pulled him close as we kissed again.

I felt him ease my t-shirt out of my jeans, his cool hands on the small of 
my back before he lifted my t-shirt over my head. Reaching around behind me 
he undid my bra, gently releasing my breasts. I pulled him towards me and 
again we kissed. I could feel his body pressed against me, the feel of his 
cool soft skin making my nipples harden and my breath shorten.

I reached down to his belt and undid it slowly before slowly unbuttoning his 
fly. Slipping my hand into his jeans I cupped his warm dick in my hand, 
feeling it grow under my touch. Pushing him gently backwards onto the sofa I 
knelt in front of him and slowly slipped his jeans and boxers down over his 
smooth dark legs. His dick was now a hard pole surrounded by soft black hair 
only inches from my face, taking the base in my hand I gently kissed his 
glistening tip before taking his head into my mouth.

He groaned softly as I began to work my lips up and down his dick, applying 
just enough pressure with my teeth to cause him to gasp with pleasure. He 
placed his hands behind my head and guided me as I took his dick further and 
further into my mouth with each stroke.

After a few minutes his cock began to twitch, I did not want him to cum just 
yet so I let his dick slip slowly from my lips. He leant forward to kiss me 
before indicating that I should stand. Gently he guided me onto the sofa, 
propping himself up on his elbows above me. He kissed my shoulder and slowly 
began to kiss across my shoulder to my neck, then gently down towards my 
breasts. He kissed down in a line between and then under them. I was getting 
more and more aroused at his gentle touch, his lips moved onto my soft 
breast and eventually to my nipple, sending a shiver through my body. Slowly 
he kissed and licked my stiff nipples, before kissing down my flat stomach 
to the top of my jeans.

Opening my fly he eased my jeans down a little. He saw my little dragon 
tattoo and massaged it gently with his thumb before kissing it.

Inch by inch he pulled my jeans and panties off together, kissing down my 
legs as he did. Once my jeans were off he kissed my toes before slowly 
kissing back up my legs towards my aching pussy. The anticipation led to and 
incredibly intense desire for him. His lips were at my inner thigh. I could 
feel my pussy swell and open like a flower before him. I parted my legs a 
little. I could feel his breath as he held his face over my most intimate 
place. Then the touch. His hot tongue parting my lips, moving slowly up. I 
arched my back and gasped with pleasure. Slowly, so slowly, up the length of 
my slit. Then sparks, lightning and fireworks as he reached my clit. Shock 
waves of pleasure shooting through me.

He ate my pussy expertly, combining long licks, flicks of the tongue to my 
clit, and penetrating pushes into my pussy hole.

He held my hips as my orgasm crashed through me. The most intense I have 
ever felt I bucked beneath him before gasping and then screaming as the 
waves of pleasure crashed over me.

Once I had recovered I took him by the hand and lead him to the bed. Laying 
beneath him with my knees up I watched him as he positioned himself over me. 
This was not a time for condoms, I wanted nothing between us, and taking his 
dick in my hand I guided him towards my pussy, stroking his dick along my 
lips first before guiding him into me.

I felt the tip of his dick enter me, gently penetrating me. I felt the 
ridges of his cock as he filled me with his manhood. I felt his hips on mine 
as he reached the deepest point. With my hands on his back I pulled him 
closer and kissed him, enjoying the sensation of being filled by his warmth. 
Slowly he began to fuck me, sliding his dick in and out of my pussy with 
increasing intensity as his rhythm built. Harder and harder he fucked me. I 
pulled my knees back to let him further in, feeling the tip of his dick 
touch my cervix with his deepest strokes. On and on he pounded, driving me 
wild with the intensity of the experience.

I felt his dick twitch a little as he began to peak. He gasped and pounded 
me with some deep thrusts. I felt the first of his seed as it hit the 
entrance to my womb. Another orgasm rumbled through me as he filled me with 
his seed before collapsing on top of me.

The rest of the night we made love. Licking, fondling and fucking like 
teenagers. We could not get enough of each other. I lost count of the times 
we came together. I remember riding him as he sat on the sofa. At one point 
he fucked me as I bent forward over the bed. It was a night of unrivalled 
lust and love.

He was asleep when I left. It was 7am and I had a flight to catch. I knew I 
would never see him again, but somehow that didn't matter. We had lived a 
lifetime in that one night.

I was not surprised to find I was pregnant, in a way I wanted it. Looking 
down at my darling little daughter now, a year later, I can see her father 
in her eyes. Her name will mean I never forget that night.

She is called Paris.

by David Lavenham
Feedback appreciated -davidlavenham@hotmail.com
I also write custom stories and movie scripts. Send your ideas to me at 
davidlavenham@hotmail.com





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