So I just got reminded of my trip to Paris with a couple of old girlfriends from school. This was after we'd graduated, but, when I went over as part of my 21st birthday present. I told my Dad that I wanted to do a kind of pilgrimage and visit all the churches and cathedrals, but he knew it was bullshit of course, otherwise I'd go to Rome, right? I've been obsessed with Paris for a long time, and there's posters and ornaments all over my old room at home to testify to the fact. So Dad knew full well I wasn't going on a religious pilgrimage. I guess he loves his daughter, though, because he fronted the money for my trip. Yay!
I went over with Jess and Shannon and we had the time of our lives. Shannon's cousin Grant studies over there and we all stayed at his place to help keep costs down. It was a party all the time, and we got to meet so many locals that way. Grant's university friends were super cool, and pretty much all of them were hot. Maybe it's just the accents or something. They thought I was mega-hot, too! Turns out the French guys have a thing for Asian girls. I would never have guessed. So, I was like pretty popular at the parties, and French guys aren't shy. Not one bit. I got to make out with so many different guys.
Of course, I was in a relationship back home, and normally I'd say what happens in Paris stays in Paris haha but I didn't need to. Haydon and I already agreed to have an open relationship. So that left me able to get down and nasty with the local boys, which I sure did. A couple of pilsners and my panties were down around my knees with a French boy licking me out. And that's just me sitting up on the bathroom basin while other dudes come in for a piss. They're tiny bathrooms in those inner-Paris flats and the toilet and washbasin sit practically next to each other, so these guys would just casually check out what's going on while they did their business. So funny!
I remember one dude was like "what's she like?" and the boy going down on me said something like how I was the best thing he'd ever had. The way they sort of talked about me like I wasn't there got me so much hotter. Seriously, that was one of the hottest things I've experienced, just two extremely good-looking French boys casually discussing my pussy while I got ate out.
One day Grant told me that Sebastien wanted to take me on a date. So far all my encounters had been at parties or just flirting with randoms out in the streets when us girls were doing the tours of the museums and stuff. Sebastien was beautiful, like in that classic Hollywood style. He had a chiselled jaw and piercing pale eyes under thick dark eyebrows, but was kind of effeminate at the same time. Jessica reckons he smouldered, is how she put it. I don't know about him but I had a fire that needed putting out when I looked at him, that's for sure. So, I couldn't believe my luck that he'd want to take me out somewhere.
Sebastien took me to a tiny art gallery inside a very narrow laneway. It was curated by a friend of his who was also an artist, and a bunch of different people were exhibited on the walls. They just took over the laneway for the day, calling themselves Le Collectif d'Artistes Voyous. Sometimes they got shut down by the police, but sometimes they'd just grab the art off the walls and run instead. It was wild.
When we were at a bar afterwards, Sebastien said he had one more place he wanted to show me, and so we finished our drinks and merrily made our way through town to this plain-looking door. Inside we went down some stairs and Sebastien paid for us. I thought it might be another gallery but Sebastien said it was a "hammam" which was a Turkish word for sauna basically. I've never been to a sauna so all I could think of was in the movies where old Italian gangsters sit around in towels and have meetings. But it was completely different to that.
"We have to get naked," Sebastien said. It was in the rules.
He had no problem with it, and even though I'd fucked some boys at parties when other people were around, there were complete strangers walking past us in this place, not like at Grant's parties where everyone pretty much knew each other. And these people were completely naked, or at least most of them were!
"It's okay, I've seen you naked before," Sebastien said with a grin.
First off, that wasn't what I was worried about so much, and secondly, when did he see me naked?
"In Jessica's bedroom, with a friend of Grant," he said.
I racked my brain until I remembered at one of the parties I'd been fucked by a French boy who's name I can't remember. I was pretty tipsy by that stage and had been dancing around on Jess's bed, doing a striptease for this guy who kept pretending to throw money at me. It'd been a laugh and I think at some point I'd just begged for his dick instead.
"I was in the doorway watching," Sebastien said. "It was a good show."
"Well, in that case, what are we waiting for," I replied, and stripped down.
We had lockers to put our clothes and stuff in, and then Sebastien led me into the showers, where we washed together. His body was pale and lean, and his dick was long and thick by comparison, hanging from a dark bush of pubic hair. It was actually a beautiful-looking dick, I must say!
