Caroline was bored! She had agreed to accompany her best friend Ellen, on a business trip to France. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, as Ellen had a fantastic expenses account which was funding the trip. Ellen had been having an affair with her married boss for two years and he was meant to be with her, but he had been unable to come. One of his children had fallen while out riding, and was now sporting a broken arm. Ellen of course had cried and ranted but he was adamant that she would have to travel alone, as always his family came first. So it seemed only fair that she should invite Caroline and he should pay!
Ellen was half French and had cousins and friends living in Paris, whom she had not seen for a while, so she had arranged to meet them for a reunion meal. It was pleasant at first, for about half an hour, but let's face it, listening to four other women bitching about their men in a language that she barely understood, was not Caroline's idea of a great night out, she was a single woman and they were in Paris for goodness sake!!!
Her mind inevitably started to wander and her favourite place to wander these days was straight between her legs! She had been divorced for two years and had emerged from the marriage as a tight little chrysalis who had grown into the most sexual and beautiful butterfly who surprised everyone that had known her before. But the person it had surprised the most was her! She had always been an attractive woman, but sort of mumsy. Now however, she was indeed beautiful and she was proud of the fact that no surgery had been required. She never lied about her age as it never failed to amuse her when she told strangers that she was fifty years old, she loved the reaction it engendered. Women were always jealous and men looked at her with open desire; their eyes conveying the fact that they wanted to fuck her right here right now!
The waiter jolted her from her thoughts when he came over to refill her glass and she allowed her eyes to wander idly around the restaurant. There was a group of French business men a few tables away and one of them had just told a joke and they were all laughing! That was when she saw him, smouldering brown eyes, jet black hair, beautiful white teeth and the deepest, sexiest laugh she had ever heard! He was looking straight at her and she knew immediately that he wanted to fuck her. She could feel her pelvic muscles start to contract at the sight of him and her cunt was immediately wet. She decided to take a closer look. She excused herself and started to make her way to the rest room, which just happened to take her right by his table.
Max was bored! He had only agreed to come on this particular business trip to France because his darling wife had been bitching at him for weeks to buy her a new car, to go with the new house he had worked his bollocks off to buy! At thirty three, he had been married for five years and loved his wife and two kids, but he longed to get away from the mundane trappings of married life. The men he was with were all French and were so intent on their conversation that they had forgotten he was Italian and spoke very little French. They did keep speaking English occasionally, but not often enough to hold his interest. One of the guys had just made a crude joke about a little group of French women across the restaurant, he understood the gist of what was said and it made him laugh out loud; he could not help glancing over in their direction.
That was when he saw her, amazing blue eyes directly holding his gaze, short dark hair, full red lips that screamed at him to stick his dick between them, and the most fabulous full cleavage, urging him to dive straight in. His balls immediately started to tighten and he could feel his dick stirring in his tight Armani boxers. Just then she excused herself and started to saunter over towards his table, he was mesmerised by her curvaceous hips as they swayed in his direction swathed in a tight red silk dress. As she came nearer he watched as her tits jiggled just enough to make his balls start to ache. She was still looking straight at him. And what a look! It told him without a doubt that she wanted to fuck him!
As she walked across the restaurant, Caroline was aware of the admiring glances she was getting from the other diners. Head held high and never taking her eyes off his, Caroline did her best Marilyn Monroe walk, hips swaying seductively and tits jiggling just enough to ensure that she held his attention, she drew alongside his table and gave a slight intake of breath as she passed by, she knew he was watching her and she knew that he would follow.
Max could feel his heart beating out of his chest and his hard dick was already straining to escape. As soon as she disappeared around the corner to the restroom, he excused himself and headed in the same direction. He was unaware of anything except his erection and his aching balls!
Caroline turned the corner to the restroom, her heart beating so fast that she could hardly breathe; she opened her purse and withdrew a card which contained the name of her hotel and the room number. She had learned this trick from a friend who had once worked as a call girl, who had simply told her that opportunity should never be allowed to walk by!
Max turned the corner to the restroom and almost collided with her, before he had a chance to say a word; she held his hand and placed her mouth against his ear and whispered "now"! Then she brushed past him and strolled quickly back in to the restaurant. He stood for a second or two, inhaling the smell of her perfume that still lingered in the air. Then he realised that he had something in his hand, it was a business card for the Hotel Notre Dame, he turned it over and it simply said 'room 1069'
