Jillian is on vacation in Paris. In the hall of the hotel she stays in, she meets an attractive man who seems to be interested in her. One conversation and the sparks are flying, making anything possible. 

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I was never a solo vacation girl until that time came. Initially, I was planning a vacation in Paris with my friends, so we could enjoy this great, beautiful city together but, as it always happened, the closer the date came the fewer people were in on it. Soon, out of the group of eight people, everyone dipped out and I was left with a simple choice – either cancel and forget about this idea or don’t pay attention to the obstacles on my way and go see the city I dreamed of. I picked the second option. 

I was worried and uncomfortable during the travel and when I arrived to France because it felt so unusual and almost wrong to be in a different country on my own, without anyone around, but soon I realized just how amazing it was to depend only on yourself when planning your vacation. No one was nudging me about the time of the breakfast, no one was complaining about the walk taking place too early in the morning, no one was asking to have a snack break every five minutes and I was so happy to have a break off of those kind of people that I soon realized that I won’t ever travel in a company again. I also soon found other pros in my solo vacation which seemed more significant than anything else. 

On the first day of my stay at the hotel, in the hall, while I was walking out of my door, I met a guy who lived right across from me. He was tall, and handsome, with muscular hands and a nice smile. The only word we said to each other was “Hi” before we moved on to our own business. I thought that it was all, just a random meeting with a handsome guy, but I was wrong. Somehow, our schedules seemed to be synchronized, and we saw each other walking across the city at least a couple of times a day and kept only smiling and waving at each other to acknowledge that we met before. On the third day, I got tired of this charade and, when we met at the hotel, I asked him what his name was. He introduced himself as Liam and, in return, asked me what I was doing in Paris. Turned out that we both traveled there for pleasure, just to enjoy the city and get away from the daily routine. It was good to hear and we agreed to have a walk together since we both were looking forward to seeing the same places. 

That day went perfectly well, I didn’t even expect that we’d click so well. I felt more comfortable with him than I did with any other person in a while and that made me feel excited for what was going to happen between us next, but, at the end of our day, Liam broke news to me – he was going to leave Paris the next morning since his vacation was going to an end. I felt blind-sided – he didn’t mention it before, why would he, if we only met and didn’t agree to share anything other than a single walk? But I still felt upset and I could tell that Liam could see it. He offered me to have dinner together before he would leave and I happily agreed. 

We picked a nice, cozy place to spend our last evening together. We both knew that this wasn’t going to turn into anything more and were ready for this outcome. We kept talking, shaking our stories, until I didn’t feel that it was enough. There was a connection between us, the heat which couldn’t be mistaken for anything else, and I wanted to explore it before we would run out of time. When I told Liam about it, he smiled, putting his hand over mine. He said that he wanted to make the same offer but wasn’t sure how I was going to react. I laughed, telling him that I was okay with making the first step. We finished our dinner sooner than we thought, getting back to the hotel. 

Once there, in the hall, standing in front of our rooms, we both pulled each other in different directions, to our own rooms. We laughed, realizing how awkward this moment was before Liam opened his room with the card and walked me inside. Once there, he turned on the light and we stood in front of each other, just waiting for the feeling to come. We didn’t wait long. 

Liam stepped closer to me, taking me into his arms and pulling me close. Our kiss was passionate from the start, our lips grazing against each other, our hands grabbing at clothes as we were searching for ways to take them off. I felt like it was a special moment, one I never had before and probably never will have in my life again and I simply wanted to remember it, to feel it with my whole body and soul. 

Liam pushed me against the wall, kissing my neck, and exploring my body through the fabric of my clothes. I was moaning out and shaking under his firm touches, feeling as if I was losing my mind each time his hand got lower, closer to the place where I ached for him, where I needed his touch. He lifted my dress and put his hand between my legs, over the fabric of my panties. He could feel just how damp it was, how much I wanted whatever would happen next to finally happen. I pushed my hips forward to let him know that I needed it and he understood, smiling as he looked up at me.

I pushed my hips against his hand again, to feel more friction, to satisfy my desire to be touched, but he had another idea in mind. Liam pulled his hand away, leaving me aching even more than I did before, and pulled my dress up, taking it off me. He kissed my body, down my chest, over them once he took off my bra. I was grabbing his shoulders and moaning out while I felt his tongue on my nipples, the aching I felt only getting stronger in every part of my body. I moaned louder, feeling that the teasing was driving me mad, but Liam wasn’t going to stop. Soon he took my panties off, baring my slit. When he looked at it, I felt the blush color my cheeks. I was in front of him, fully naked, just waiting for the next part. 

He asked me to lie down on the bed and wait for him. I did exactly that. When I took my spot, Liam started to undress. I must admit, it was a great view – he was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off, allowing me to see his muscular body, before he did the same with his pants, taking them off as well to show and allowing me to see his thick hard cock. I felt excited to finally get a chance to explore each other and smiled as he got closer to the bed. I wasn’t sure what was on Liam’s mind, but I had an idea how the both of us could enjoy this moment even more. I told him to lay down and I’ll do the rest. He smiled, saying that he trusted me, and got on his back. I moved closer and positioned my body closer to his head, hovering over his face, about to sit on it. He put his hands on my thighs, ready for it. When I pushed my hips down and felt his warm mouth against my slit I felt excited, my whole body was burning with the need to feel more of his lips and tongue on my clit, but I wasn’t planning to simply receive, I also wanted to give. I lowered my body over him and took his cock in hand stroking him as he continued to tease me. I could hear him groan right into my slit, that action sending shivers down my spine. I knew that this moment between us was going to be amazing and I couldn’t wait to make it so. 

I opened my mouth and took the tip of his cock inside, lightly sucking on it. At the same time, Liam started to lap at my clit faster, his tongue moving up and down with precision as if he knew exactly what parts of me to touch to make me go mad with desire. But he wasn’t the only one who had leverage in this game. I took his cock deeper into the hotness of my mouth, teasing him with my tongue, sticking it out to reach the parts of his shaft I couldn’t fit into my mouth. He groaned again, grabbing my thighs harder. His lips closed around my clit, sucking on it and licking, making me shake on top of him. I knew that the both of us were about to tip over the edge, that the pleasure we shared was simply too strong to continue without at least one of us reaching the peak, and it was exactly what both of us wanted. 

I moved my head faster, stimulating him, massaging Liam’s balls as I felt him move and moan under me. He was groaning into my folds again, and I could tell just how helpless he was to reach that pleasure. I was feeling the same, my body tense with anticipation, my clit aching in his mouth. As I felt the rush of release go over me, I opened my mouth to moan loudly and his cock slipped out, just to allow me to see his release hit the sheets. I felt amazing, even though my body was still pulsing, asking for more. And I was going to get more. 

Liam moved me off him, to lay on my back, just to get on top a moment later. I saw him quickly put on a condom before he started to tease my wet entrance with his tip. He kept telling me how amazing I looked, how amazing I would feel and I knew that he was right. I grabbed onto his shoulders and waited for a moment when I would feel his length inside.

He teased me for another moment, but we both knew that we needed it and there was no need to pretend otherwise. His cock filled me perfectly and I moaned out, my legs shaking as I needed more. I felt the pleasure growing inside me again and I couldn’t tell what turned me on more – the sensations Liam was giving me with his every thrust or the sounds he made each time he felt my pussy go tighter around him. I saw the pleasure on his face, the excitement, and I loved every moment of it. 

I grabbed onto him harder, my legs going around his waist as I felt it, hot and strong, rushing through me again. I couldn’t speak, I could barely breathe through this strong sensation and I knew at that moment that it was the best orgasm I ever had. I looked at Liam, his release hitting him just moments later. He smiled, gently kissing my face while he was still inside me and his hands were slowly caressing my body. He told me that we still had a whole night ahead of us, but if I would prefer to go to my room and get some sleep he would understand. I decided to stay with him and spend my time exploring each other. 

I loved that night, I loved that trip and I would’ve loved to return to Paris to experience the gifts the City of Love could offer again.