"Do you like what you see? You've been admiring the Seine for several minutes now, just like every new tourist in Paris, if you ask me. Never been to France before?" the voice startled me out of my thoughts.
"Actually, I was thinking of the history of this city. Hard to believe that this was once a provincial village in the Roman province of Gaul, not to mention that on this very river, many Roman legionaries passed to and from the local forum, as many of them acclaimed their beloved Julian the new Emperor of Rome. Did you know that? This was the site when the last pagan Emperor of Rome was acclaimed, back in 360 of the Common Era. This is where he wintered and where he began his revolt against his cousin, the Emperor Constantius, son of Constantine himself," I produced a shock of my own.
"No, now that isn't really discussed much in the tour books or by the tour guides, but it is rather fascinating to hear that an actual Roman Emperor might have stood here or somewhere on the banks of the Seine, just kilometers away," my new companion admitted with a wide smile, her bright green eyes growing as she took in the full significance of what I had told her, "Julian the Apostate, right? Flavius Claudius Julianus. Killed in battle in Sassanid Persia."
"The very same. Nephew to Constantine, grandson of Constantius Chlorus through his legal consort, Theodora. Constantine was actually a bastard son through a freedwoman concubine named Helena, not that I hold that against him. I only have a beef with him because he turned the mighty Roman Empire Christian and all of Europe with it. Well, that and he introduced serfdom to an Empire that didn't really know such a concept," I added before remembering my manners, "Sorry, I'm very much a history buff. Simon Abrams. Pleasure to meet you."
"Oh, don't be sorry for that. I'm always fascinated by what makes a quiet man talk, and with you, it's matters of learning, of knowledge. I like that about you. Jewish, aren't you? Anyway, I'm Megan Fitzgerald. Yes, I know, can't get more Irish than that, can you? From Dublin, to be precise, just graduated from Trinity College and I'm having a Paris holiday to reward myself. What of you? You look like an academic, if you'll pardon my saying so," Megan told me, greeting me to my surprise in the French manner, with a kiss.
I was a bit thrown back, despite knowing better, that Megan would take for granted such familiarity, but then my body language must have made her feel welcome to do that. To be fair, I had no objections to her expressing affection like that, despite being a complete stranger. She also brushed her hair back from her face in ways to possibly signal openness to me. The last, unmistakable gesture, though, was when she wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her delightful bosom against my chest.
"Yes, I'm the chairman of the history department at one of the public universities back in Minnesota. This time of year, it's a little warmer, but it's the only time that I can really afford to take off for vacation, or as you called, holiday, given how busy the other parts of the year are and how expensive late summer is. Late spring, just as I am drained, anyway. We're in similar situations, you and I. I notice that you're being ... friendly. To what do I owe that pleasure and that of your eager and enthusiastic company?" I replied to Megan, who then gave me a very ardent tongue kiss, "And, yes, I'm Jewish, but not the most observant sort. Very secular. Hell, my girlfriend is Japanese!"
"Let me see ... you're an obviously intelligent, even intellectual, Yank who disproves all of the negative assumptions that people make about Americans. You're older, probably wiser and more mature. You haven't complained or rejected my advances so far. In fact, you seem quite willing to indulge me there. You have a girlfriend, but apparently don't mind flirting with other women. I take it that you wouldn't be opposed to sleeping with them, either. So, how about it? I've had an on and off boyfriend myself, an Englishman, actually, much to my family's shock and dismay. Richard, that's his name. We've had our rough patches and this is one of them, I'm afraid. What do you say? Want to get into my knickers?" Megan solicited me.
"Well, I could try them on, but I don't think that I'd look that good in them," I winked at Megan to show that I was twisting her words deliberately.
Megan blushed and winked back, "That wasn't what I meant and you know it, sir!"
"I know, and the answer is definitely yes! I couldn't live with myself if I passed up the chance to bed a lovely daughter of Erin like you! So, where shall we ... commence our little illicit love affair, just two unfaithful lovers rolling around in bed with each other?" I teased her a bit as she grabbed my hand and led me to her rental for a ride back to her favorite cafe first.
"A cafe? That's a bit more risque than I expected," I laughed, thinking that she just wanted a bite, but as it turned out, Megan planned exactly what I implied in jest.
The next thing that I knew, I was in a discreet, concealed area of the cafe, and my new companion had my pants down to fish out my dick. She soon got it into her mouth and her lips worked closely with her tongue to orally pleasure me. She looked up at me with more passion than expected and winked at me as she continued to lick my cock as if it were soft serve or something like that. I held onto her head for control as she sucked me, her hands now exploring my balls and rubbing them lovingly. I kept expecting Megan to stop before I came, but she didn't, and before I could stop myself, my cum shot into her throat like oil from a struck pipeline.
"Mmmmm ... delicious! I love the taste of your spunk, sir! Don't worry, I plan to fuck you soon, but I could tell that your balls were churning a nice, yummy load for me and I couldn't keep from tasting it ... and your fine prick! I guess that I should have warned you that I love to suck cock, shouldn't I?" Megan told me as she stole my boxers and slipped her panties into my left back pocket, "Now, how about some coffee with my cream, what do you say? I want some fine Parisian coffee and beignets, and then we can retire to the room above to fuck like rabbits for a few hours."
"There's a room above this cafe?" I asked with surprise as I joined Megan at her table.
"Yes, as it happens. Gustave and Gaston operate this place together and they are good friends of mine. They're also brothers and occasional lovers of mine, but they won't get jealous. I've only been intimate with them a few times. They spend most of their time fucking married women instead. It's a thing for them. Hence the room above. Handy for living, but also for loving," Megan explained better, "Mind helping me become their latest married conquest?"
