“Paris !” I check again, it definately says “Paris !” closing the message on my phone a tingle runs through me as, back one level in my inbox i see “Nicolette” top of the list. I can’t believe it. Having chatted , flirted, laughed and far, far more across the Atlantic Ocean we are going to meet. Since first deciding to widen my search beyond the shores of the UK I’ve been consumed by your smouldering blue eyes. Staring intently at me, taunting me. “Play with me” they say “but, if you dare, you better be good !” Never one to dodge a challenge my interest was only heightened. Suprised at my tension I nervously sent you one of my stories, hoping against hope not to receive another “yeah I liked it can you do another one ?” reply. I didn’t wait long. The response being part one of a story that to my delight showed imagination, literacy and depravity. Eagerly consuming it i couldn’t type fast enough to request part two. My mouth watering at the thought of the tasty trail you’ve left across your body for me, guiding me to the places you want my tongue, my lips, my teeth. With expectation pulsing through my entire body I open my inbox. Great, I have mail. The story continues and blood pressures continue to rise. The action, especially in the shower, has my cock straining at full erection. I just have to reply to this horny, gorgeous, American lady. I’m intrigued. The mails and chat continued for the next six months. We slowly explore each others minds and I find myself becoming more and more deeply attracted. At the outset the distance between us seemed exciting and mysterious, now it seems to cage me. My lust for your şişli escort body will now only be satisfied by physical contact. The full body of text read “Hi Pete, you’ll never believe it, I’ve won a trip to Paris for two. I arrive at the Hotel George Cinq at 21:00 tomorrow night. BE THERE ! I NEED YOU !” So I’m sitting at my desk in a fluster. Snatching the phone up I dial feverishly. “Kel ……. Pete” “Something’s come up. I need three days off …….. starting now” “It’s not like I ask often ……. and you can deal with the Harper quote for me ….. come on ….” The desperation must have been audible in my voice and Kel, my business partner, knowing me of old caved in “If you must Pete, if you must.” Chucking on my leathers I jump on my bike and speed home. Throwing my favourite Cardin, light grey, wool suit, shirt tie and all the usual stuff in my saddle bags, I grab my passport and head for Dover. “I can’t fail to get a ferry on the bike” was the last practical thought I had as the next five hundred miles or so were consumed with thoughts of you. What will you be wearing ? Which champagne will you prefer ? Will she really do all those things she said ? Having arrived with a few hours to spare I have all my plans in place. I wait in the bar with a view of reception. My pulse races as I see you in the flesh for the first time. As you approach the desk a concierge steps forward and presents you with a hand tied bouquet of English roses with a note tucked in the scarlet ribbon securing the stems. Even from the bar I can see the expectancy in your hands as you tear open the card. “Nico, escort şişli I want you ! Follow the instructions, enjoy ! Let the concierge show you to your room.” You immediately scan the foyer but I’m skulking in the shadows, you miss me. You can sense my presence, you know I’m not far away. Following the concierge to the elevator your eyes still searching for me, the roses in your hand, the doors close and your gone. My minds eye still has you fixed, dressed in biege trousers and a white cotton blouse. You look comfortable and very sexy at the same time, the trousers emphasising your gorgeous derierre and the fabric of your blouse sheer enough to allow a glimpse of your white silk bra beneath. Arriving in the suite the concierge drops your case and leaves. On the table is a champagne bucket, the neck of a freshly opened bottle visible, sheened with condensation and two flutes. Another envelope rests against the bucket. Again eager to read the note you tear open the envelope. “Pour yourself a glass of champagne. Take off your clothes. The bath’s ready. I won’t be long.” Carefully you fill a glass. A smile forms on your lips as you sensuously take your first sip wondering what is to come. You take in the elegance of the suite. The sitting room leading to the bedroom and balcony. Beyond the classic elegance of the Paris skyline. Unbuttoning your blouse you drop it to the floor by the door. Wandering to what you assume to be the bathroom door, your shoes are next followed by your trousers. Entering the bathroom you glance back to see the seductive trail of clothes you’ve left. The mecidiyeköy bathroom is huge. The centre piece being a raised oval bath of black marble with two marble steps running all the way round. To the left is an eight head walk in shower. The bath is running and the atmosphere is warm and steamy. Your hard nipples belie your calm exterior as your bra falls to the floor. You cooly skin down the white silk panties that match the discarded bra. Naked now your wetness starts to build. Climbing the steps you slowly and luxuriously lower yourself into the bath. Taking a sip of your champagne you lie back in the rich bubbles. Just as you settle back i let myself in. I see your blouse, shoes and trousers forming a tantalising trail. I thought I was erect previously but now urgency has increased ten fold. Ripping off my clothes I walk to the bathroom and proudly stroll in, my cock bobbing in front of me. Our eyes meet for the first time. You lift yourself up slightly in the water. I can see your dark, nipples capping the soft mounds of your breasts as they rise through the bubbles. With a raised eyebrow and that filthy glint in your eye your gaze falls across my chest and down to my crotch. “Pleased to meet you Pete” you purr, your crystal blue eyes locked on my erect penis, a bead of clear fluid forming on the tip. “Nico.” is all I can stammer as you rise from the bath. Standing in the water your body partially hidden by velvet bubble bath. The foam runs down your breasts and across your hips, revealing your neatly trimmed mound. The gap closes between us as we fall into each others arms, urgent now, passionately and deeply kissing, tongues writhing. My dick pushes between us hard againnst your tummy. Taking my cock in both hands you break the kiss and step backwards up the steps and into the bath, pulling me with you by my hard shaft. Standing in the bath we kiss again.