I've mentioned before in other stories that I enjoy nature watching holidays and it was following just such a trip to the South of France that led to a special encounter in its capital city. Paris is sometimes known as the "City of Lights", but to me at least from an erotic point of view, it certainly became the "City of Delights".
Rather than fly or drive to my holiday at the Vercors Massif, near Grenoble, I had taken the train to Lyons and was due to take three days relaxing in Paris before returning to London by Eurostar. Wildlife watching can be surprisingly tiring, as it usually involves early morning rises, often the best time to see birds, for example.
On arriving at the station in Paris, I took a taxi to the hotel, which was in an upmarket part of town, apartments mixed in with cafes and little boutiques. I spent the rest of the day sight-seeing, eating some delicious food and drinking wine.
The next morning, I found a cosy cafe around the corner from the hotel with a good breakfast and wifi, so I could tap away at my laptop. I couldn't help but notice that sitting at a table across from me was a gorgeous, tres chic looking woman of about 40 years old. She was perfectly turned-out in a beige city suit that was a close fit to her slender, yet curvaceous frame. Her shoulder length, dark brown hair was stylishly coiffed and her long fingers expertly manicured.
At one point, this fine looking lady looked over, I'd say to size-me-up, so I gave her my most confident smile, which didn't seem to impress her one little bit, this was Paris after all. When she eventually got-up to leave, somewhat to my disappointment, I watched her cross the street, thinking to myself what an elegant figure she cut. Looking back at where she had been sitting, I noticed she had left her mobile phone on the edge of the table.
Springing into action, I grabbed the phone and with a brief explanation to the waiter, dashed out into the street after her. Rushing through the busy traffic, I managed to catch-up, calling out: "excuse moi, madam". She turned with a startled look to see me holding the phone and exclaiming: "you left this behind in the cafe, madam".
The lady ran her slender fingers over her jacket pocket and then taking a closer glance at the phone in my hand, a look of relief spreading across her face: "Oh, merci monsieur, thank you so much, you're an absolute lifesaver" in sweetly-accented English.
The next morning, I was at the cafe again drinking espresso, when a familiar voice made me look up to the welcome sight of the stylish Parisienne: "May I sit with you?" she asked. "My name is Marie and I wish to thank you once more for saving my phone - my life is in that little box" she said sweetly with a smile.
We sat opposite each other, chatting amiably over coffee and croissants for what seemed like hours. She was a city lawyer with international business interests and was so-well travelled, she seemed to have been everywhere in the world. She also seemed excited by my adventures and I was completely enchanted by this intelligent and beautiful creature.
The following day was my final day in the city and I was so pleased when she agreed to meet me at the cafe the next morning to show me a few sites generally off the tourist trail.
When I met her at 8am, she was wearing a smart, purple suit of a very flattering cut. She had to work in the afternoon and I envied her male colleagues having the daily pleasure of that fine sight.
The morning we spent together was absolutely thrilling for she was great company, interesting, fun and incredibly sexy. She laughed at my quirky British humour, holding me close, as we walked hand-in-hand around the little streets and boulevards.
