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We are meeting up in London for a couple of days, shortly before Christmas, when we can get together and relax before other commitments take over. It is unusual for us to have more than a brief meeting, often just an overnight stopover, so I want to make it memorable and to become part of my Christmas gift to you.You are very keen on beautiful lingerie, and I obviously benefit from your obsession, which enhances your sensuality and sexuality for both of us. You love to dress in flimsy finery, and to flaunt yourself in front of me. I love to see you dressed so beautifully too, though my immediate wish is usually to get you undressed and into bed!I have tried to buy you lingerie before, but it is very difficult to be sure about your current preferences, as fashions change, and there is always the minefield of sizes, styles and shapes to navigate, as well as colours. I have learned that the automatic male preference for combinations of red and black is not always what is wanted; sometimes, a subtle floral design is more of a turn-on.So I decide to treat you to a proper 'fitting' session at an expensive outlet, where you can choose whatever you want; I'm sure you will love it and I'm also sure that I will benefit too!To make it all the more memorable, I suggest that we visit a famous outlet in Paris, as part of a day trip from London, by the Eurostar service through the Channel Tunnel. You are astonished, but delighted, and even more so when I explain the luxury class tickets that I have booked, including Champagne breakfast en route, and a gourmet meal on the return trip.The service takes only 2 hours or so from Central London to Central Paris, so I have arranged to collect you from your hotel to catch the earliest train from St Pancras Station. We will have the whole day in Paris, before catching the return train from the Gare du Nord in the early evening and delivering you back to your hotel.Though focused mainly on the lingerie shopping, we may have time to see a few sights of Paris just in passing, and of course to eat and drink well while there. We can only hope that the weather will be kind.You are very excited by the prospect of the trip itself, but mainly by the visit to a famous lingerie outlet, which you have always dreamed of visiting. I have booked a private fitting session for us at their most prestigious outlet, on the afternoon of our visit. We have a full session booked for 1 pm.I collect you from your hotel very early. You are perfectly dressed of course, conscious that you will be visiting a very upmarket outlet, and examining expensive lingerie. You are also fizzing with excitement and it is clear that I have made a very good choice of Christmas gift for you.We enter St Pancras and pause by the large bronze statue of the lovers from Brief Encounter, where of course, we hug and kiss deeply, as so many others have done, before moving on to the International Departure point, and boarding the train. Our reserved seats are waiting, with the table already prepared for breakfast.Your blue eyes are bright with the wonder of it all, and as the journey begins, our waiter brings a chilled bottle of champagne to accompany a light breakfast You choose to add Orange Juice to make Buck's Fizz; I am more cautious because I know that champagne is just too easy to drink in that form, and can be very intoxicating.So it is! In no time, before we have even left London, you are talking non-stop about how exciting this all is and what a wonderful gift it is. Your thoughts turn to lingerie, and the choices ahead; even talking about it seems to excite you even more and it is clear that you are becoming aroused already, shifting in your seat.I am a little amused, but enjoying your arousal, especially when it leads you to reach forward and stroke my thigh sensually, while pouting and licking your lips ostentatiously, flicking crumbs of light croissant into your mouth, already sticky with strawberry jam. Our conversation becomes more and more sexually suggestive izmit escort bayan and risque, and our touches more and more adventurous.I suggest that we should try to cool down, as other passengers are within view and hearing, but you giggle and stand to leave, walking (rather unsteadily) down the carriage towards the toilets. When you return, you have an enormous grin on your face, and I ask what you are up to.?Simon,? you say, ?what makes you think I'm up to anything? If anyone's up to something, it's you! I know exactly what you want from this trip... And I'll be very happy to give it to you, too!?I laugh, because you are right, after all. ?I know, Sara,? I say, ?but you are getting what you want as well. We are going to have a fabulous and sexy day, aren't we.?You lean back in the seat opposite me, and slowly draw your skirts up above your knees, then to mid-thigh. You cross your long, shapely, elegant legs, making the hem of your skirts ride even higher. The passenger on the other side of the carriage, alongside you, clearly notices the display of your legs, but tries not to stare. You are certainly aware of his glances.You lean forwards to me and whisper, ?Would you like to see more, Simon??I can only nod, and shift uncomfortably in my seat, as my cock begins to swell and harden at your suggestive performance. You sit back in your seat again, and slowly uncross your legs, spreading them as wide as the seat will allow. I sigh, as I realise that the reason you had left your seat was to remove your panties, and your damp clean-shaven pussy is now on full display, though only to me.I have to cover my erection with a menu card, and you laugh at me, saying ?What's on the menu today, Simon??One of your manicured hands slips down between your thighs, and a long finger reaches upwards to tease apart your moist pussy lips. Your eyes try to lock onto mine, but I am staring fixedly at your flowering pussy lips, now revealing their pink inner centre.You giggle at my inability to look away from it, and try to distract me, by stroking the sheer silk of your full blouse to make your erect nipples stand out even more proudly against the material; you circle them with your thumbs until you realise that our fellow passenger is watching now. He looks away as soon as you glance across at him, and you whisper, ?No-one else can see between my legs, Simon.?Perhaps it is the effect of the champagne fading, but you sit back now and your eyes close, though your legs do not. Our fellow passenger stands and moves down the carriage, glancing back furtively to look at your naked, open pussy and your still-erect button nipples proudly pushing your blouse outwards. He stands there for some time and clearly enjoys the view, until I lean forwards and wake you by pressing your knees together.?You've been flashing everyone, Sara!? I say.You giggle and say, ?I hope they liked what they saw. It was only meant to be for your eyes, but it's exciting to think that other people have been looking!??I'm sure it was exciting for them too,? I say, ? but we are nearly in Paris now. It might be a good time to make yourself presentable in public again!?You stroll along the carriage again, smiling and catching the eye of every other passenger. When you return, you are fully dressed in your coat, ready for the cold air of Paris as we disembark.By the time we get through the arrivals process, there is not very much time left before our appointment at the lingerie shop.However, there is just enough time to take a cab ride to see the Eiffel Tower, stroll briefly around the Glass Pyramids at the entrance to The Louvre, and another cab (slowly!) around the Arc de Triomphe, and down the Champs Elysees. Nearby, we stop for a quick bar lunch of a sandwich and of course a glass of wine, before going to the lingerie outlet nearby.There is so much more to see, though Notre Dame is being renovated after the fire; I recommend a trip around the Catacombs next time we visit, and in complete contrast, izmit eve gelen escort I can recommend the Crazy Horse nightclub for an evening out. Even before we get to the real purpose of the trip, we are starting to plan our next!At the lingerie shop, we make ourselves known and are ushered into a private room where we are greeted by an immaculately dressed and made-up girl who tells us her name is Chloe. She apologises (needlessly) for her English; I find her strong French accent strangely arousing, as she asks you what your 'desires' might be and I wonder whether you can keep your mind on lingerie.You discuss the intricacies of lingerie for at least half an hour, while I sit and watch your animated conversation. Clearly, you and Chloe are finding much to talk about, and sharing your personal likes and dislikes. Then Chloe asks whether she can measure you, and looks questioningly towards me.?Oh, don't worry about Simon!? you say, ?He's seen me naked before!?Chloe giggles and helps you to undress in front of me, taking an endless number of measurements around your large breasts, your hips, ass and long, shapely legs. Then she leaves to gather a selection of lingerie for you to try on, based on your conversations. While she is away, you come over to me and sit naked on my lap, wriggling your ass against my groin to tease me. By the time Chloe returns, I need to cover myself again!You try a variety of styles, shapes and colours, parading up and down in front of me for my approval- the only problem is that I approve of them ALL. Chloe tries to show the advantages of a looser style of panties than we are both used to, by kneeling alongside you. She looks at me as she runs her fingers up your thighs and I think I see you shiver with pleasure as she reaches inside the open pantie legs to touch your pussy lightly.She pulls the loose covering aside and says, ?See, m'sieur, everything is very easily accessible! I can demonstrate more if you want?? she adds, looking up at you now. You are breathless as you nod, and rest one hand on Chloe's head. She presses her beautiful face against your pussy and I can see her tongue darting quickly between your lips, while her fingers pull the folds of your panties to one side, for me to see more clearly.I am astonished at the performance unfolding in front of me, but very quickly, your legs start to shake and you throw back your head. You try not to squeal, but have to bite your lip as Chloe expertly brings you to orgasm; clearly, she has done this before! You grasp her head and sink to your knees beside her, to kiss her deeply and taste your own juices on her lips.I am standing now, in every way, and move towards the two of you, as you kneel together in the middle of the floor. You look at Chloe, and there is clearly an unspoken female agreement between you both, as you reach up to my waistband and unfasten my flies. You look at each other again, and together you slowly pull my trousers down to my knees; Chloe looks approvingly at the head of my cock protruding above the waistband of my briefs, and together you both draw my briefs downwards too, revealing the full length of my cock and the tight swollen balls at its base.Chloe looks at you and says, ?Sara, may I? You will have many more opportunities, no doubt, but I will probably never see Simon again.?You look up at me but say to Chloe, ?Please, be my guest; he deserves it!?With that, you grasp the shaft of my cock firmly and point it down in the direction of Chloe's beautiful red lips. She looks up at me again and takes just the throbbing head of my cock expertly into her mouth, wrapping her lips very tightly around it, while you stroke the shaft of my cock firmly up and down.You are both staring into each other's eyes while you share my cock. And I know that I have to look away, or I will cum very quickly. I put my hands behind my back, and look up to the ceiling, then close my eyes, to focus on the sensations you are both providing izmit otele gelen escort me. Chloe is an expert fellatrice, and swirls her tongue around the head of my cock, while clamping her lips around me and sucking hard. But only the head is inside her mouth, while you use one hand to stroke my cock firmly and the other to play with the weight of my balls, twirling them around in your soft fingers.This cannot go on much longer! From the tremors in my cock, Chloe realises this, and withdraws me from her mouth to say, ?Simon, Sara, there can be no evidence of this liaison, of course, so may I complete the task now??You look a little puzzled, but I know instantly that Chloe means she must swallow my cum without spilling any, and I nod silently, She returns the head of my cock into her mouth and begins to suck even more forcefully, making slight slurping noises which I find add to the eroticism of the occasion. You realise too that the end is coming, and grip the shaft of my cock with both hands, squeezing and stroking more and more firmly.It does not take long. I groan loudly with the coming release, and thrust forwards through your hands and into Chloe's mouth, then stop as the cum starts to pump through my shaft- you squeak as you feel it, and press one hand firmly between your clenched thighs. Chloe looks up at me and flinches only slightly as the first spurt of cum hits the back of her throat. She immediately swallows some, but manages to gather most in her mouth, until I finish cumming.She withdraws my cock carefully, and puts back her head, opening her mouth wide to show us both the creamy white cum she has harvested from me. When she is sure we have both seen, she closes her mouth, smiles at us, and swallows the entire load with one noisy gulp.You gasp with the release of tension, but you are still trembling from what you have seen. You cannot resist grasping Chloe's head and kissing her deeply, as though you want to recover some of my cum from inside her mouth. You must certainly recognise the familiar taste of my cum, but for good measure, you also take my slightly softening cock into your own mouth and noisily suck it dry of the very last drops.I fall to my knees with you both, and we all hug closely, and kiss.It is slightly difficult to return to a businesslike relationship after that, but we all slowly compose ourselves again. You and I both have to dress ourselves, but Chloe is still immaculate and unruffled; even her lipstick is still perfect! She has a devilish glint in her eyes though, and seems to have enjoyed the occasion too.You gather the (many) items of lingerie you have chosen, and of course, I pay the bill. I have no hesitation in doing so, and tell Chloe that I have never had such good service before!As we leave, she says, ?It has been a pleasure to serve you both; please do come again!?We step out into the cool air and I think both of us wonder whether we had experienced some sort of fantastical hallucination; but the emptiness in my balls tells me that it was all real. The very thought of it encourages them to recharge, ready for our next experience.We still have a few hours left before the train leaves for London, so after a strong coffee and a sweet chocolate eclair, I suggest we take the Paris Metro to Pigalle. It is not a great experience, simply because of the noise and crowds, but we are delivered to Pigalle efficiently, and walk up the steep side streets to the steps of Sacre Coeur.It is a spectacular place, crowded with tourists of course, and artists touting for business. As a memento, I ask one of them to quickly draw your portrait. He is well-practised and it takes no time at all to produce an excellent pencil drawing of you. He captures the sexy look in your blue eyes and the slightly parted lips, with one manicured finger touching your lower lip enticingly When I tell him your name, he labels the portrait ?Sexy Sara? and adds his own signature with a flourish; he has clearly sensed that sex is in the air.As darkness begins to fall, we walk down the narrow side streets towards the brightening neon lights of the strip clubs and sex shops of Pigalle. You put your head on my shoulder as we walk and say, ?Simon, this has been the most wonderful day ever. I don't think I want it to end!?