No Knicks in Paris and at home!
1st Jun 2008
Antonia xx- Rating:
- Views:
- 2385
- Comments:
- 0
My text buddy of 5 years, Karl and I decided we both needed a holiday and off to Paris we went.
History. We initially met via a dating website and have had some fun together over the years. He is also a keen photographer, and our early arguments were about him always wanting to take pictures of me, but after he’d taken a couple I realized he was actually very good and he stopped asking so much after that.
When we are both without partners our nighttime txts get quite steamy.
Anyway this all led to us dreaming and wanting to holiday in the states together, if we could get the money and holiday, in reality we thought we’d try a local trip first to see how we got on.
Last time he popped over, (unexpectedly), we had a coffee and a couple of gropes, I was only wearing some lightweight tracksuit bottoms and a old t-shirt, I had to bend to get the milk out of the fridge and his hand cupped my sex mound from behind, making me jump but was very arousing too. It wasn’t long before we were on my bed, and after he had given me a good licking, out came his camera again! a couple of close ups and over I rolled onto my front, and he took a couple of my sex pot from the rear, I had to admit it looked really sexy and swollen. We them snogged and shafted ourselves to satisfaction.
Afterwards we discussed our pending holiday and my lack of underwear. Obviously there are days when I do wear some, but mostly I try to go without, it’s so sexy and healthy too. After a short while we went out in his car, me in a half flared blue denim mini micro skirt and my t-shirt, just a few miles up the road is a large disused railway bridge, we scrambled up the bank onto the bridge and it was really warm and shielded from the wind. We took a couple of hundred pics, topless and teasing and some quite rude ,all were excellent, and we used the bridge in most shots but also just the sky as background, even had me standing over him for the last few. I even pulled my lips apart and felt really dirty and open for the camera.
Paris, I’d promised Karl a week away with him minus undies and to carry on the fun. I took with me a white mid thigh A line skirt and a short but tight denim one. We left early Saturday morning (sleepy pic of me next to the car proving I’m sans pants, shaved too) driving to the eurostar and then as I dozed on the train I had to keep my knees tightly together as people kept wandering about and the denim skirt is too short once I’m sat down. We had a burger as we got off the train and then a bus ride to the hotel, dropped the bags and out to see the sights Toni style! The Eiffel tower had a silly long queue so we walked down the grass from it and took pics back towards it. Me and mine with a landmark behind! It was surprisingly easy as most people were taking pics too. After a while and some more food and a walk we went back and queued, once up on level2 it was so windy, cold and potentially risky but it was ok as its a tight skirt, my heart racing as we made it to the top in the lift. I crouched down and Karl got a few lovely shots of me with Paris beneath me! I couldn’t help but think how many girls before me had their pride and joy on display for all in Paris to look up too! Most of the other building had steps so Karl made sure he was behind me going up them. Then next day I wanted to go to Disney but refused to go without undies as there would obviously be children about, so I bought a really cheap pair of white nylon silky pants from a market guy and wore them with my white skirt, had a great day, but I had to flash my knicks at the men Karl told me to! As a forfeit!! Accidentally of course! That evening whilst back in the hotel and the evening meal, Karl on a chair opposite managed to wriggled his foot between my thighs as I sat on the edge of the seat he gently massaged my swollen wet mound with his foot through my very damp nylon knicks, he could see in my face and eyes what an effect he was having on me. I could feel my tummy churning and my vagina starting to pump, I actually had an orgasm in the restaurant whilst finishing my chocy sponge dessert! We left and went for a walk, but only seconds out of the restaurant Karl said I no longer had need for the pants and demanded I took them off, I replied if you want them off best you do it! So a play fight ensued , Karl actually ripped both sides out of them and removed them. It was lovely walking by the Seine, I told him Id orgasmed into my knicks and with that we stopped to watch a boat of party people pass, Karl who’s a couple of inches taller than me, leant on me from behind and in one slippery thrust was inside me, we stood there for about 5 mins barely moving but I could feel him pushing and growing all the time, he eventually shot inside me.
The next day at breakfast we got chatting to another couple from the UK, who clearly weren’t suited as they were always bickering. We bumped into Rob at lunchtime and he said Amanda had stormed off somewhere. He asked if he could tag along.We weren’t keen and said we weren’t planning going anywhere ,and just taking a few pics and having a laugh. He said he would really appreciate it as he was having a bad time, so he came along. We got on really well and were all laughing at silly things. This is going to sound really bad but when he came back to us sat on a pond wall carrying ice-creams I realized Rob was looking up my skirt and closed and crossed my legs.But I wanted him to see me and feel me!. I whispered in Karls ear that he’d seen my pussy, he replied so! Game on I thought. Finishing my ice-cream I asked Rob to take a pic of Karl and me with Karl’s camera, I cuddled up to Karl and tried to pull him into the pond, he resisted and unbalanced me and my knees were now well and truly apart and Rob was getting it all photographed. We headed to a corner café and got merry on some wine, and looked at the pics,I asked Rob if he liked what he’d seen and he said I was a really sexy women was up for some fun I we were cool with that, so back to the hotel for a three way session.I hope to keep intouch with Rob once we get home!
History. We initially met via a dating website and have had some fun together over the years. He is also a keen photographer, and our early arguments were about him always wanting to take pictures of me, but after he’d taken a couple I realized he was actually very good and he stopped asking so much after that.
When we are both without partners our nighttime txts get quite steamy.
Anyway this all led to us dreaming and wanting to holiday in the states together, if we could get the money and holiday, in reality we thought we’d try a local trip first to see how we got on.
Last time he popped over, (unexpectedly), we had a coffee and a couple of gropes, I was only wearing some lightweight tracksuit bottoms and a old t-shirt, I had to bend to get the milk out of the fridge and his hand cupped my sex mound from behind, making me jump but was very arousing too. It wasn’t long before we were on my bed, and after he had given me a good licking, out came his camera again! a couple of close ups and over I rolled onto my front, and he took a couple of my sex pot from the rear, I had to admit it looked really sexy and swollen. We them snogged and shafted ourselves to satisfaction.
Afterwards we discussed our pending holiday and my lack of underwear. Obviously there are days when I do wear some, but mostly I try to go without, it’s so sexy and healthy too. After a short while we went out in his car, me in a half flared blue denim mini micro skirt and my t-shirt, just a few miles up the road is a large disused railway bridge, we scrambled up the bank onto the bridge and it was really warm and shielded from the wind. We took a couple of hundred pics, topless and teasing and some quite rude ,all were excellent, and we used the bridge in most shots but also just the sky as background, even had me standing over him for the last few. I even pulled my lips apart and felt really dirty and open for the camera.
Paris, I’d promised Karl a week away with him minus undies and to carry on the fun. I took with me a white mid thigh A line skirt and a short but tight denim one. We left early Saturday morning (sleepy pic of me next to the car proving I’m sans pants, shaved too) driving to the eurostar and then as I dozed on the train I had to keep my knees tightly together as people kept wandering about and the denim skirt is too short once I’m sat down. We had a burger as we got off the train and then a bus ride to the hotel, dropped the bags and out to see the sights Toni style! The Eiffel tower had a silly long queue so we walked down the grass from it and took pics back towards it. Me and mine with a landmark behind! It was surprisingly easy as most people were taking pics too. After a while and some more food and a walk we went back and queued, once up on level2 it was so windy, cold and potentially risky but it was ok as its a tight skirt, my heart racing as we made it to the top in the lift. I crouched down and Karl got a few lovely shots of me with Paris beneath me! I couldn’t help but think how many girls before me had their pride and joy on display for all in Paris to look up too! Most of the other building had steps so Karl made sure he was behind me going up them. Then next day I wanted to go to Disney but refused to go without undies as there would obviously be children about, so I bought a really cheap pair of white nylon silky pants from a market guy and wore them with my white skirt, had a great day, but I had to flash my knicks at the men Karl told me to! As a forfeit!! Accidentally of course! That evening whilst back in the hotel and the evening meal, Karl on a chair opposite managed to wriggled his foot between my thighs as I sat on the edge of the seat he gently massaged my swollen wet mound with his foot through my very damp nylon knicks, he could see in my face and eyes what an effect he was having on me. I could feel my tummy churning and my vagina starting to pump, I actually had an orgasm in the restaurant whilst finishing my chocy sponge dessert! We left and went for a walk, but only seconds out of the restaurant Karl said I no longer had need for the pants and demanded I took them off, I replied if you want them off best you do it! So a play fight ensued , Karl actually ripped both sides out of them and removed them. It was lovely walking by the Seine, I told him Id orgasmed into my knicks and with that we stopped to watch a boat of party people pass, Karl who’s a couple of inches taller than me, leant on me from behind and in one slippery thrust was inside me, we stood there for about 5 mins barely moving but I could feel him pushing and growing all the time, he eventually shot inside me.
The next day at breakfast we got chatting to another couple from the UK, who clearly weren’t suited as they were always bickering. We bumped into Rob at lunchtime and he said Amanda had stormed off somewhere. He asked if he could tag along.We weren’t keen and said we weren’t planning going anywhere ,and just taking a few pics and having a laugh. He said he would really appreciate it as he was having a bad time, so he came along. We got on really well and were all laughing at silly things. This is going to sound really bad but when he came back to us sat on a pond wall carrying ice-creams I realized Rob was looking up my skirt and closed and crossed my legs.But I wanted him to see me and feel me!. I whispered in Karls ear that he’d seen my pussy, he replied so! Game on I thought. Finishing my ice-cream I asked Rob to take a pic of Karl and me with Karl’s camera, I cuddled up to Karl and tried to pull him into the pond, he resisted and unbalanced me and my knees were now well and truly apart and Rob was getting it all photographed. We headed to a corner café and got merry on some wine, and looked at the pics,I asked Rob if he liked what he’d seen and he said I was a really sexy women was up for some fun I we were cool with that, so back to the hotel for a three way session.I hope to keep intouch with Rob once we get home!
