A day of rest.
Decided after a quick breakfast to walk to the nearby Musee d'Armee (War Museum). Entrance fee was 9 E.
It was good, but I've been to better.
Then some lunch at "Cafe Rousillon". Don't recall as to exactly what.
My feet were at this point killing me!
Got back to the apartment and made three calls leaving messages for all. I musta fell asleep; as the phone ringing woke me. I answered and the girl agreed to come over. How much I asked? 400 Euros was the reply. I said "thank you but let me think about it".
As soon as I hung up; I realized it may have been Agnia who called. This was one hottie I was gonna do, regardless of cost. I took a chance and called her back asking if it was she who had just called "Don Andreas" (my travelling name). Yes, was the reply, but you said perhaps only! I told her I changed my mind, and would like to see her at 6:00. OK, was the reply!
I showered, and got ready. And 10 to 6, she calls from downstairs, and I go out to greet her.
She was waiting on the street by her car, a Renault. My jaw dropped, and my cock started to stiffen. What a fuckin' absolute goddess! And what an outfit! We quickly go inside and in the elevator the DFK'ing started and did not finish for the next 2+ hours. She was Russian, from St. Petersburg, living in Paris for 3 years. Divorced, but no kids. Her Birthday was today; she was turning 30. Her friends threw her a party Friday, and she got so hammered she needed all of Sat. to recover. But, she wanted to get fucked on her B-Day; and Dr. J. was the right man for the job. It started with the best bubbly I had in the fridge. She took a sip; and started to strip. Tan stockings were shown and complemented her tan sling-back stilletoes. She lifted off her blue silk dress. The panties were black, and see-thru. There was no bra to hold back a stunning pair of natural 38D's. I was slowly dying. She took another sip and placed my cock in her mouth. The bubbles were truly killing me. She swallowed the liquid and then my cock. This was insanely hot. After a few minutes we went upstairs, kissing and touching non-stop. I tried putting an entire tit in my mouth, then the other. Licked her back, her asshole and that stunning cunt with a mini landing-strip to guide me in. Her labia was bejewelled with a small green emerald - a gift from a former lover. I ate her up until she came so hard I thought she had pissed in my mouth. More BBBJ, more ball-licking and sucking. I shoulda' blown the fuse; but didn't. Condom time. She needed no direction, and was a perfect fit. Sure she may have put on a few pounds from when those pix were taken, but it went all to her tits, and a little to her ass which I kept squeezing while riding her. She was moaning, kissing me, hands on my chest, telling me how good it feels, and I'm pumping from below like a jack-hammer on steroids. We switched to side-saddle so I could catch a breath; she starts cumming and squeezing and it was game over! What a fuck! What a bombe! So what does she do for an encore? A totally professional 20 minute full body, chest and leg massage with lotion. I felt like a million bucks. We go back down, have another drink, she asks for water, as was driving. I ask for a few pix as a momento; but she politely refuses (explaining exactly why!). So why? Too many hi-end customers, and too much of a risk to lose them if any pix ever got out. She offered the name (Alexia) and number, of her friend who escorts and would pose. Allegedly 26, taller, but less busty. And of course, also Russian. I gave her the dough; and she splits.
This are her webshots.
Sure, 400 Euros is a lot of money; but in this case, for me, it was worth every Euro cent. Don't knock me please 'cause I can afford it! I work hard for my money.
Dinner was take-out from another Lebanese joint - there are lots in France.
Dr. J.
