Pictures Of Paris
The Christian Dior coat couldn’t hold me tight enough to keep me warm. It never could keep me safe from the Paris winters. Never.
The Louboutins clacked gently along the Paris street. It smelt nice, it was dark and there was a soft melodic music playing. The street lights were dim.
I struggled with my Aubade bags and boxes, full of lingerie. Every few steps I paused to balance them properly, a bag fell. I bent over to pick it up when i heard a smooth British accent asked me
“ Do you need any help, Miss?”
Without even thinking, I opened my mouth and accepted the offer.
As the Brit came closer, I made out his appearance. Red Hair, blue eyes. He was a ginger and also gorgeous.
“My name is Ed” he said.
“Blanche, I’m American” I replied.
“I figured, you have an accent...” he whispered back to me. He took the bags and the boxes, I held only my purse.
There was something about him. His voice sent chills up and down my spine. After a few questions and answers, he asked me where I was staying.
“Prince de Galles” I told him, without thinking, again.
When we arrived, he walked me to my room.
“ You should come in,” I hesitated, I didn’t want to be too pushy ,“If you want to.”
I thought he only agreed because he heard something in my voice that craved affection, but then I heard it in him too. I pushed the door open and we walked in.
It felt good to lead him into my suite. It was beautiful, like him.
There was a lonely bottle of champagne sitting in the fridge with four flutes.
“Would you like something to drink?” I glanced over at him, he had managed to find his way to the sofa, where he placed my items neatly.
“If you’d be so kind”
I popped the bottle as quickly as I could and poured two flutes.
After a glass, I felt calm. I was still wearing my coat. I think Ed was calmer too. He didn’t drink as fast as me. Maybe he didn’t really drink. Maybe he didn’t like champagne. Maybe he drank beer. Anyways, he noticed something I thought he wouldn’t have. It was a camera. A vintage polaroid.
“Thats really nice, Blanche”.
I thanked him and I asked him something very bold.
“Would you like to take my picture, or can we have a photoshoot?” Ed looked at me as I walked towards him.
The room was so quiet. My heels made a quiet click and clack every step. I was trying to seduce a stranger. I stopped walking when I was only a few inches away from him, his face level with my hips.
“Photoshoot” he replied. his voice cracked a little.
He stood up and his face was close to mine, his head tilted down slightly looking at me. I grabbed his left hand and picked up the bottle, he grabbed the camera. I led him down to my bed, I could feel his eyes watching me walk.
Slowly, I crawled onto the neatly made bed and unbuttoned my coat. What I wore under was a surprise to Ed. My lacy black corset matched my briefs and thigh high stockings. I still had my heels on and they only complimented my body.
Ed was staring at me with a look on his face while leaning on the wall, but just staring.
I let him snap the first photo. It slid out from the camera . I gently took it and waved it around. The image came in. I was shocked, did I ever notice how beautiful I was? Did I know how amazing my body is? I guess I didn’t.
I tried to look normal and handed the photo to Ed. I quickly hid the smugness from my face when I saw Ed’s reaction. He acted as I did and quickly hid his reaction.I took the picture out his hand and let it float to the floor.
Now, my coat was fully off and Ed took another picture. In this one, I was drinking from the champagne bottle we had little of a few minutes earlier. Ed took the next photo after fussing with the camera for a few seconds. this one was his breaking point, they were all so tempting.
The next picture Ed had taken, after fussing with the camera, made me want to pull him into bed with me. So I did. I took a deep breath and walked towards him. I took him by his shirt and he grabbed my narrow waist. He put the camera down and grabbed my waist tighter, tilted his head down and kissed me. His lips were like silk, they were like a new reason to live. He lifted me up, and my legs were around his waist. He positioned me on my laying on my back, on my bed.
Ed stared me deep in the eye. His deep blue eyes seemed infinite. He pressed his lips to my chest and took them down my corset and slowly unlaced it. he slipped my wet briefs off and placed them deep in his pocket. I only wore my thigh high, soft lace stockings and heels.
“ You just don't know how beautiful you really are” he said to me, staring at my naked body. He lowered his head and came closer to my legs, which were still spread in the air.
His tongue was so smooth, so firm and direct. I let out a soft moan and he let his tongue explore me. His tongue went in all different directions. My legs began to tremble while Ed stuck a finger in and moved it back and forth.
I couldn’t bare to keep silent anymore. I moaned aloud and Ed shot me a glare. he snatched the camera and took another picture. The image gracefully made its way to my chest and revealed my waistline and long thin legs, which still had the lacy tights and heels.
Ed grinned at me, that look drove me insane. In a swift movement, I moved to my knees and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled out his dick through the hole in his boxers. It was nice, it was actually perfect looking. Anyway, I grasped in tight and put it in my mouth. I knew I was doing good because Ed had to move to my vanity for support standing. Just when he was about to come, I looked up and moved away from him to the corner and sat there staring at him.
I wanted him to be angry, so he’d stop being so polite to me. I wanted him to be dangerous with me.
His eyebrows arched and he shot an inexplicably angry look at me. Slowly, he pulled his pants back up and walked to me. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the bed.
I crawled on my hands and knees when we reached the bed and he grabbed my waist abruptly.
He pulled me towards his waist very fast and hard, which shocked me a bit. He moved his hands up and down my waist, slowly.
He, for the second time, undid his pants and opened the flap to his boxers. He was hard again. He took off his hoodie and t-shirt which exposed his pale chest and biceps.
“ Blanche,tell me that you want me to fuck you hard”
“ Fuck me Ed, fuck me hard “ I replied, my voice was shaky.
Ed slid his dick in slowly and made my mind spin circles. He sped up and slowed down, he rubbed my clit while doing it. I was moaning really loud and was feeling like fucking everything.This was so exhilarating and kept me in a state of euphoria.
“ Yes, fuck me. Fuck. Me.” I moaned to him.
He replied to me by going harder and faster. I came at the same time Ed did. At that moment, I swore I loved him.
He removed himself from inside of me and put his t-shirt on me, unstrapped my heels, pulled a cover over me and put his boxers on. He lay down next to me, stroking my hair and spooning with me. I fell asleep.
When I woke up, Ed was gone. The only thing left was a vibrant red rose on my pillow with the camera and 3 photos from last night. He kept the rest. I got up, pulled off my stockings and his shirt then walked to the bathroom to run the shower with a big smile on my face.
