The next 5 days flew past as Jane spent her time visiting the Paris art galleries she had identified as being of most interest. Of course, they had to include the Musee du Louvre, Musee d'Orsay, and the Musee Marmottan-Claude Monet, to name but a few. It was with a very heavy heart that Jane found herself packing her rucksack and returning to the Gare du Nord to board the TGV that would take her further south to Barcelona.
This was going to be an overnight trip, and Jane had booked a couchette so that she would be able to get a reasonable amount of sleep on the way south. She had been finding her sleep disturbed since arriving in Paris. Thoughts and dreams of what she had seen on her last train trip from London returned to excite her, and she found herself waking, sweating and panting, and with an unusually excessive amount of wetness between her legs.
Boarding the train, Jane easily found her seat in a sparsely populated carriage. Sitting across the aisle from her was an attractive middle-aged businessman. With greying hair and small round spectacles, he had the sort of appearance that Jane imagined her father might have acquired at this age. Engrossed in his laptop, the man had not even acknowledged Jane's presence as he bashed away on the keyboard muttering away in French.
Suddenly, just before the train was due to leave, the same young blonde woman whom Jane had encountered on the London to Paris train burst into the carriage with her luggage. Again, Jane was stunned by her appearance, her long blonde hair was this time loose rather than tied up and again she was wearing a crop-top t-shirt that barely confined her breasts, and some of the shortest denim shorts that Jane had ever seen.
On this occasion no help was forthcoming from the businessman and so the young woman struggled to stow her luggage in the overhead rack. Turning to locate her seat the young woman instantly recognised Jane and beamed broadly.
'Ello again!' she whispered to Jane.
It was the first time Jane had heard her speak properly, and she was desperately trying to place the young woman's accent. Out of embarrassment all Jane could do was nod, as she felt herself blush as memories of their previous encounter flooded back into Jane's consciousness.
Finding her seat was by the window, next to the businessman, the young woman leant towards the man, her unfettered breasts bulging out of the top of her low-cut t-shirt.
"Pardonez Monsieur, moi chaise" the young woman stuttered out in pidgin French.
She was about to repeat her request when the businessman appeared to realise her presence, and dragging his eyes from his laptop screen, suddenly found himself staring very closely at the young woman's ripe, juicy, hanging fruit.
Stuttering himself, he only just managed to lift his eyes to her face, where she smiled impishly at him.
"Pardon... Madamoiselle?"
"Moi chaise" the young woman replied, pointing to the window seat next to him.
"Ah, oui, certainment" he replied, unable to get out of his seat quick enough to assist her, now that he was more than aware of her presence.
The journey then began innocently enough. Jane continued to read her book, the businessman returned to his laptop, and the young blonde woman produced a magazine that she began to flick through.
After about an hour of the journey, Jane settled down to get some sleep. The businessman was still working on his computer, although he had become somewhat handicapped, as the blonde woman had also fallen asleep, but in doing so had leant against the businessman's shoulder.
Sometime later, the blonde woman groggily woke up and on discovering her position tried to apologise to the man, but in her pidgin French he was unable to understand, and again couldn't help his eyes wandering to the hectares of flesh the young woman had on show.
"I am sorry sir, I do not speak French, do you speak English?"
"Mademoiselle, I am sorry, yes, I do speak English. I just said - you can keep doing it all night if you wish," he explained.
Suddenly, the young blonde woman was very awake.
"Sir, it would be a pleasure! I could do more if you would like?" she replied, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"I might like that very much" whispered the businessman, in a strong sexy French accent.
Without hesitation, the young woman turned slightly in her seat, and while running her left hand over the businessman's chest, her right hand headed further south to caress an already obvious bulge in his very well-tailored suit trousers.
"Mmmm...Sir, you have rather a large bulge down here. It looks uncomfortable. May I try and help relieve the situation?" she enquired cheekily.
"I think that would be most helpful" replied the man, as he also turned slightly towards the young woman making access to his crotch and zipper that much easier.
In doing so, he accidentally kicked the table support, which was sufficient to begin to rouse Jane from her dozing. As she blearily began to wake, the voices of the young woman and businessman stopped her from rising, but ever so slowly she cracked open her eyelids to try and work out what was going on.
"So big...and so hard...I think it is pleased to see me" chirped the young woman, as she eased the rigid pole from its confines, encircling and stoking it with both her hands.
"I think it might be more pleased to see more of you!" gasped the businessman, already feeling the impending excitement of his orgasm due to the young woman's obviously experienced touch.
"Oh...Sir...what a good idea!" breathed the young woman.
Releasing the man's cock, much to his relief, as he was able to calm down a bit, the young woman took hold of the bottom of her t-shirt and peeled it up and over her head, without any concern as to who might see her releasing her fabulous firm breasts, this time unfettered by any constricting undergarments.
Almost immediately, the businessman raised his hands to cup the young woman's wonderful full melons. Over-spilling from his hands he gently massaged the pliant flesh, running his thumbs up over the stiffening nipples as the young woman thrust her chest towards him, whimpering. As she did so she also grasped his rigid pole, giving it a couple of quick tugs causing the man to reply with his own guttural moans of pleasure.
Peeping out through her slitty eyes, Jane was struggling to prevent her own sexual sounds from escaping. She lay there dumbfounded that two people could become so wanton with their sexual desires that they should become indifferent to the possibility of their discovery. Again, Jane could feel the heat and pleasure building in her crotch and slowly she slid her hand down between her thighs to press against her enflamed parts.
The businessman was getting very close to coming and wanted to progress things at pace. He wanted to bury his cock deep in this sexy, willing young woman and dropped one of his hands to the fasteners on her cut-off jeans.