a) we were still on
b) her address, and buzz code.
We were. I showered, got all dressed up and grabbed that bottle of bubbly.
I had the hotel call for a taxi. Two minutes and I'm on my way. She lived in the "Fourviere" district, the one with the panoramas of the city.
She lived above a women's boutique. I buzz, she answers and lets me in. I climb the stairs and find her appt. On knocking, someone opens but they're hiding behind the door! Crazy girl! But, dressed in a see-thru floor length white lingerie, with a pink bra and panties, and white cockroach-killing stilletos. The first order of business, was the standard kiss on both cheeks. Her perfume was driving me nuts; but nothing like looking at that body. I wouldn't have given a shit if she listed herself as 48. Perfect. Zero fat. Stunning tits and ass. And ALIVE! She was pleased that I brought the champers, and turned on some classical music before getting some glasses. We had a toast to our meeting from "across the pond". I took a few sips and proceeded to start the seduction process. I did not need much assistance. This was NOT a cougar, this was an ULTRA PUMA. Everything slow, and easy, her taking off my shirt, my shoes, my pants, before starting to suck my dick thru my shorts. Maximum eye contact throughout. Light dick and ball-licking before hearing that moan and swallowing one than the other. I just kept my hands on her back, and slowly rubbed those tits beneath the robe. Enough! I was gonna' pop! Picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. My standard routine followed. Kissing her back, caressing that tight ass, before zeroing in on the hole. The response was "Oui, c'est bonne", time-and-time again. Went underneath to the pussy, but she made it easy by rolling over. What a beautiful snatch! Trimmed, perfumed and wet. I dove it and did not stop until she "blew-a-gasket" thanking me for her orgasim.
My turm. More BBBJ, with her also slipping a little digit up my ass. Too bad her nails (long) hurt, so I told her to stop. She apologized. I was now a titanium dick. Told her to crank up the air-con as I felt awfully mean with that sized of a tool. She went for her rubbers, but I slipped one of my Magnums in her hand. It got on, she got on, I started to pump, and squeeze that ass, she started to moan loudly, and then drove her tongue down my throat. Don't know how long we fucked. All I remember is wave after wave of cum filling her up. She rolls off and gets the glasses of bubbly, we talk of her life (twice divorced, France, my travels, and other shit). She asks if I mind if she smokes. Why not! I pay her the 250, and ask her to call me a cab. Photos? No! Out of the question she said. Enough on her website, to satisfy me, was the reply. I got dressed and kissed the momma lion good-bye. She replies "Au bientot" or something to that effect. Two hours had elapsed.
I give the driver instructions on how to get to "Le Nord" one of a chain of 4 restaurants in Lyon, based on positions of the compass.
An excellent, inexpensive place right downtown. I ordered a salad, wine, the "plate du jour" (pork tenderloin in a special jus with roast potatoes and some confitte, followed by pineapple with ice cream. Yummy! Damage = 51 Euros. Debated my options, but decided on, after closing the place down, to be a good boy, and catch a full nights sleep - had an early wake-up to catch the train to Marseilles.
Dr. J.