AN INNOCENT IN PARIS PT. 05
This the story of a gorgeous, sexy, but inexperienced eighteen year old English girl encountering the many temptations of life in France. She discovers her true sexuality; she is tempted by certain recreational substances. She is on an exciting but dangerous path....
The story so far...
(better if you start at Pt 1!)
Marie was a young student from Exeter, England, about to start her degree course at the Sorbonne University in Paris. A county (state) level tennis player at home, she visited the university's tennis club. There were unexpected consequences.
Still a virgin at eighteen and in the first week of university life, she encountered a whole new world. In just a week she lost her virginity to Jerome, made love to Chantal and that was just the start...
Chantal, the secretary of the University Tennis Club had invited Marie for a trial game that Marie won easily. They ended up in the club bar and over the next couple of hours they drank far too much wine for Marie, and in an alcoholic haze she invited Chantal back to her apartment.
She was getting inexplicably aroused by the gorgeous Chantal.
They drank more, and a confused Marie could feel herself becoming increasingly turned on by the warmth and closeness of Chantal's body. By the end of the evening the very inexperienced Marie had drunk far too much, smoked her first cigarettes, and Chantal had become her first ever female lover.
The strength of their relationship, and feelings for each other was growing. The girls exchanged rings as a symbol of their commitment and their love for each other.
Chantal's father's friend, the Russian Oligarch Dmitri, invited the girls for a weekend on his super yacht moored just outside Monaco. They entered a world of wealthy indulged celebs including the famous international sit-com actress Jennifer Armstrong. In this new world where anything goes. Dmitri asked them, as a favour, to entertain the celebs; the girls were well rewarded...
Dmitri invited them to return two weeks later to entertain the two daughters of a Spanish senior politician with whom he was negotiating a lucrative business deal...
They eagerly accepted.
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Exactly on time the TVG express train from Nice pulled into Paris, Gare de Lyon station. Marie was asleep snuggled into her lover.
"Wake up babe - we've arrived."
As she awoke she smiled contentedly and gently kissed her lover Chantal on the cheek.
Chantal's father's black Mercedes was waiting for them outside the station. The driver put their cases in the trunk and drove them to Chantal's apartment. He kept the case her father had asked her to bring back.
"Babe, we should celebrate."
"Where do we start?" The weekend on Dmitri's super-yacht had been so different to anything Marie had ever experienced or dreamed of. It was amazing...and they were returning in two weeks.
"Start with us, beautiful, sexy and very loved, babe."
Marie felt a surge of happiness fill her young body. Full of emotion she hugged Chantal tightly.
"Champagne to start?"
Chantal opened a chilled bottle of Christal champagne.
Marie needed a cigarette She lit one for herself and one for her lover.
Side by side, enjoying the warm Parisienne evening, they sat together on the balcony overlooking the gardens below. Monaco had been amazing. The lifestyle of the super rich, the freedom that wealth brings, the new experiences... and the satisfaction of playing and annihilating Jen and Talia at the Monaco Tennis Club!
The girls made a formidable tennis pair. They were excellent skilled players. Chantal, in her role of secretary of the Sorbonne University Tennis Club had some work to catch up with and matches to arrange. Marie needed to get some more games in and improve her fitness after three weeks of almost no activity She also had some coursework work outstanding. They decided to focus on tennis practice and university work for the next couple of weeks. Well, that was the idea...
"Bed?" Chantal was tired, but she also wanted her lover's body...
They went inside, showered together, and almost fell into bed. Marie was asleep almost instantly, her perfect breasts rising up and down as she slept. This was too much for Chantal. She moved down the bed, under the covers, until her lips were level with Marie's left breast. Moving her head closer to her breast, she wrapped her lips around the soft nipple...and sucked like a baby drinking its mother's milk.
Marie started to wake, her body awash with the wonderful feeling of her lover on her breast. This was so good. She felt Chantal's hand stroking between her legs, teasing, finding its way to her very moist vagina. The moment Chantal's fingers touched her clit her body uncontrollably shook as she came to a long but very sleepy orgasm.
They slept right through until 7.00 the following morning when Marie's cellphone alarm woke them.
"Why so early, babe?" Chantal wasn't ready to get up.
"Lecture at 10.30."
Marie put two partly cooked croissants in the oven and once they were ready made two very strong double expresso coffees, put them on a tray.
Chantal was still in bed, "Breakfast in bed, lover."
"Mmmm, thank you babe."
She wondered if the special order she had placed would arrive today...
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She had a dilemma. Chantal had always avoided taking cocaine. Marijuana seemed harmless, but cocaine had its risks. Her first experience of it on Dmitri's yacht was very, very good although coming down wasn't good. She had resolved not to repeat it.
But was there any harm in trying it just once again? Both Jen and Talia were using it and they didn't seem to have any problems. They didn't look like addicts, far from it. In two weeks she would be back on Dmitri's yacht with Marie entertaining his young Spanish guests. In any case they would have some then, so it probably wouldn't hurt to have a few lines...
She called the number of her contact. "Hi Marco, it's me."
"What can I do for you sweetheart? More of the same, the best Afghani weed?"
"Yes, double the amount. There are two of us now, and....do you have four grams of coke?"
Marco realised his customer was progressing down a familiar road.
"I'll see you in an hour sweetheart."
Just over an hour later Marco arrived. She handed over the cash.
"Be careful with the coke... take it easy...". He knew it wouldn't be the last time he would supply her.
Shortly after he left a courier delivered the parcel she had been expecting. She opened it and smiled when she saw the contents...and thought of her young lover.
In it were a black leather hood with two small cut outs just enough to see through, a leather blindfold, a gag, steel nipple clamps connected by a chain threaded through a weight and an extendable cane that had a flat paddle at one end.
She smiled as she felt a moistness in a familiar place....
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