
This story was produced as adult entertainment and should not be read by minors.

A weekend in Paris (a Vicki story)
by Carl Zak Brown (c) 2002                                 

Vicki met Carl at Waterloo station. After he had checked she had her passport with her (he was such a worrier - why couldn't he chill out and trust her a bit more?), they went through the barriers and waited to board their train.

Eventually they got onto the train. Vicki was disappointed with the seats, there did not seem to be much room between her seat and the seat in front, and she could not see much out of the window.

Once the train had started moving, Vicki asked Carl if he was wearing any underwear. He suggested that she should find out, so she unzipped his fly and felt around. She was a bit disappointed to find he was wearing Y-fronts, she liked playing with a cock on a long train journey, and Y-fronts made it more difficult. After a few minutes gently stroking, she gave up, and Carl zipped up his fly.

She must have fallen asleep, Carl was gently shaking her to wake her up. "You had a good sleep then, you must have been really tired" he said. It was 7 o'clock in the evening, and they were just arriving at the Paris station.

Carl guided her to the Metro, and they took the underground to get to their hotel. They checked in and went to their room, it was not as nice as some they had stayed in back in England, but it was adequate for their needs.

They went out and found a restaurant nearby. Vicki was not sure she liked it when Carl had snails for starters, but eventually he persuaded her to try one, and she quite enjoyed the taste.

After dinner, Carl asked her if she wanted to go sightseeing. She decided that she would prefer to go back to the hotel. He asked her if she was still tired, and Vicki said "I'm a bit tired, but I could do with some exercise before we sleep!"

When they got back to their hotel, Carl asked if Vicki would like to have a shower before she went to bed. She agreed, she knew that it got him worked up having a shower with her.

They quickly undressed. Carl got in the shower first, he liked to make sure it was  not too cold before Vicki joined him. Once he was happy with the temperature, Vicki got in too. They soaped each other all over, then Carl started to concentrate on her tits, he loved touching her breasts, she sometimes had to remind him that there were other parts of her body that needed attention.

She noticed that his cock was hard. She soaped it and washed it thoroughly but quickly, she did not want him to come yet, but she knew how much he liked someone else to wash his cock.

Next he turned the water temperature down a bit, and turned the shower power to its highest setting, before detaching the nozzle and pointing it at her pussy. On a previous occasion he had made her come, just by spraying water in her cunt, but tonight he was just teasing her a bit, helping to get her warmed up for the main event.

They finished their shower, got out and dried each other off. Carl really liked to be touched, not just in his sexual areas, but Vicki remembered that when they first met he had found it hard to allow her or their other partners to touch him, he had been very inhibited the first couple of times they met.

Once they were dry, Carl led her by the hand to the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed, took her in his arms, and kissed her. After a few minutes, they broke their kiss. Vicki was about to lay down on the bed, but Carl pointed to a chair, and said "If I sit there, you could fuck me there." He sat down and Vicki sat on his knees facing him. While they kissed again, she stroked his penis gently, bringing it to hardness, then she moved closer to him and guided his cock into her cunt. She then started moving slowly up and down, while he thrust into her as best he could from his sitting position. As she approached her climax, she started to move faster and faster, and as he gazed at her lovely face, he started to come too. They came almost simultaneously, then hugged each other as they enjoyed the afterglow of their fun.

Soon after, they went to bed and to sleep. They fucked again when they woke up, then went to have breakfast.

Carl suggested that they should go to the shops in the morning. Vicki agreed, and they went off to the Champs Elysees. She managed to keep him out of the CD shops, and directed him instead to the clothes boutiques. 

They went into a shop that seemed to specialise in evening dresses. Carl agreed to buy Vicki one. They went to the changing rooms so that Vicki could try some on. Carl wanted to stay outside, but Vicki insisted he came in to help her.

First she stripped off her blouse and skirt. Vicki was wearing a bra and panties, which relieved Carl, he thought the dresses sold in the shop were the kind that you wore underwear with. She tried on the first dress, which was light blue. It was obviously too tight for her, which showed off her tits and arse very well, and also showed the outline of her underwear. It also did up at the back, so Carl realised that he was needed in the changing room, he was not only there for the show.

She said "Does my bum look big in this?" He told her that she looked lovely in it, but that it was a size too small for her. It also did not suit her skin colour.

He helped her out of the dress, revelling in the touch of her skin. Next she tried on a yellow one, this had a very low neckline. Carl thought to himself that maybe this particular dress was designed to be worn without a bra, it was easy to see her bra as he looked down Vicki's dress. He decided that looking down low cut dresses was something he should do more often, the view was wonderful.

Eventually they had narrowed down the choice to two, a red, semi-transparent dress and a green one that Carl said contrasted with her eyes. "Why don't you buy them both for me" she said. Carl looked shocked, then laughed and said "Why not?" After he had paid, they took the dresses back to their hotel room, then went to have lunch.

After lunch, they went to look at the Eiffel Tower. "Look at that, it's a giant penis!" said Carl. Vicki replied, "Don't be silly, cocks don't get that big at the bottom!" They queued to climb up it and when they reached the top they looked at the lovely views of Paris, with the River Seine flowing below them. Impulsively, Vicki leaned over to kiss him. "Thank you for bringing me to Paris" she said. "I've had a lovely time so far".

They descended from the tower, then walked hand in hand by the river. They talked about anything that came into their heads, more for the sake of hearing each others voices than because they had anything important to say. They were enjoying each others company, and Carl did not want the afternoon to end.

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