On the last night she went to the loo after we’d consumed a few beers, then we walked along the Quai de la Tournelle just next to the river. She was giggly, singing Broadway show tunes, and skipping along, pulling me by the hand. Finally she stopped at one of the many narrow benches on the quai and straddled it to look at the lights. One of the bateaux mouches – a Seine river tourist boat – was approaching and Lindy chose that moment to yank me onto the bench to face her. She held my hands and scooted forward to climb onto my legs playfully – her thighs over mine – so that both of our loins were covered by her full skirt.
She immediately became very serious and looked into my eyes to gauge my reaction. Wrapping her arms around my neck while perched on my legs facing me, she said unblinkingly, “I want you to know, Nick, that I’ve waited forever for this…ever since your sister’s slumber party a couple of years ago. Remember all of us swooning when you stopped by your folks’ place? An’ now that we’re both in Europe, when you get back from Scandinavia I wanna be with you a whole lot more.”
Before I could say anything, she kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring the cavern of my mouth. Then she reached boldly between us and unzipped my pants, fishing my hardening cock out as the boatload of tourists cruised past us. Her caressing of my prick froze as the craft’s Captain panned us with bright deck lights…a bit of traditional, good-natured nightly harassment of Parisian lovers who frequent the river banks. When the boat had passed and we were once again in the dark, Lindy resumed her slow stroking of me, coaxing me along with lewd, whispered comments as she pushed me back slightly and groaned, sliding my bulbous cock head up and down her wet slit. She’d obviously removed her panties, perhaps in the women’s restroom of the club we’d been in, if she’d worn any to begin with.
“Lindy, I’ve got a rubber!” I gasped, as I let her drop my pants before she inserted my glans into her tight, hot, moist center.
“S’okay!” she groaned. “I’m on the pill! Ohhhh-ohhh-ohh-oh-o-o,” she exhaled as she slid down onto me. “Gawd, you’re so nice ‘n’ big! It’s…ohhhh-ohhh-ohh-oh-o-o,” she repeated, this time in a moan. Another slow plunge and she’d begun adapting to my size, taking more of me on each cycle, until, finally, our loins met. I leaned back on the bench and looked up at her beautiful, quintessentially-American face, framed in blond hair and wreathed in a closed-eyed smile, and reached under her skirt to grasp her silken butt for the first time…roughly. Responding immediately, she whimpered, “Ohh, Jeezus, Nick, yeah, squeeze me! Hard! I love it! Oh…harder!” she plead as she moved upward, balanced on her flat feet as she straddled the bench under my back.
I unsnapped the top of her dress and stroked her unfettered breasts, pulling outward on her nipples as they grew harder, and began flexing up into her as she rode me like a mechanical bull. This young lady was all business, and we fucked for maybe ten minutes. Then she started with a low moan, barely perceptible, as her clasping vagina thrust to and fro on me. She grunted loudly – much as I remember her sister, Allison, doing atop the marble table – as her luscious teenage vulva flashed in what little light existed. I raised her skirt to her waist and pulled her down hard onto my tumescent probe. By now, her eyes were closed, her face knit in concentration, and her teeth clamped together in a pre-orgasmic clench. Though I shouldn’t have, I asked teasingly, “Gonna cum?”