Note- This is not a real diary entry of Cara's, it's all fiction intended for amusement only.
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October 18, 2018
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This is the second entry in my new diary and an exciting one to boot. I am not a scatterbrain although sometimes I wonder myself. On an advertising campaign for Burberry I took the high speed Eurostar train to Paris and checked into the Costes Hotel on Rue Saint Honore. My sister Poppy always insists on the George V near the Champs Elysees but I like the ambiance of the chic Costes, regarded as a den of opulence. After a tiring day of filming on the streets around the Eiffel Tower all I wanted to do was get into a hot tub and relax.
"The lobster pasta and a bottle of Chardonnay, s'il vous plait."
I ordered dinner to be sent to my room as I ran a bath and stripped off. The hour struck midnight and I realised what a long day it had been since I had left London. The suite was polished and pristine with fresh flowers, drapes to the floor and shaded lamps. As the steam rose from the hot water I glanced at myself in the full length mirror. I had just cropped my hair and I fluffed it up as I checked out my figure. Slender legs, flat stomach and small hips, the classic supermodel type.
"Mademoiselle?"
I heard the knocking on the door above the sound of the running water and I yelled out for the room service boy to wait.
"'Ello!"
"I'm coming! Wait!"
I ran out to the door, ignoring the fact that I was completely naked and opened the door to find nobody there except for a trolley with my dinner.
"How rude is that?"
I was absolutely livid but my mood changed to one of alarm when the heavy fireproof door swung shut on me.
"Shit!"
I panicked and looked about a bit flustered but the corridor was empty. I tried to push it open but I had no chance. I foolishly bumped my shoulder against it and shrieked in pain. Then I stubbed my toe and cursed some more. Luckily the hotel has a twisty labyrinth of rooms at the back and that was where my suite was situated. So the chance of being discovered I thought to be slim. No such luck.
"Excusez moi, aves vous des problemes?"
I was surprised when a tall man in a cashmere sweater and tight pants appeared from nowhere. My heart gave a lurch and in an attempt to hide my nakedness I turned side on to him and hid my tits with my arms. For some reason I was most embarrassed at being caught without any make up on. I had been trying to learn French and had an idea of what he had just said.
"Hi, I stupidly got locked out. Can you help?"
I blushed bright crimson as I gazed into his expressive dark eyes. His hair was jet black and he had a shadow of black hair on his square jaw. I was overcome with a sudden delicious wanton delight in my public nakedness and any embarrassment I had dissipated.
"Naturellement."
He gave me a heart warming smile and I instantly melted as he put his hand against the heavy wooden door. I stood behind him as he tried pointlessly to prise the door open. He retrieved a credit card from his pocket and used that to slide down the lock but it was no use. I edged nearer to him and inhaled his manly scent and a brief frisson of excitement made me shiver. Being a highly sexed female I sensed my pussy getting wet and could not help myself slipping an exploratory finger inside myself. Of course that was the precise moment he turned to me.
"Mademoiselle?"