Where it happened: Paris
I met him in London. Just a guy I met on the streets. He was shy when he came up to me and ask me for directions. Somehow we ended up for a drink. It just so happened we were both on tour and we ended up planning to go to Paris.
The first evening we were there we stayed together. He was extremely passionate. He would hold my hand as we watched TV. We watched till he slept. I looked at him carefully. He was so handsome… His lips was moist and glistening in the dim lighting. I pushed his brown hair aside and put my lips to his. I wanted to taste his lips and my tongue slowy touched the edge of his lips. Suddenly, he responded and stirred. He was surprised just for a split second and immediately kissed me fully on the lips. I wasted no time in undressing his top and he proceeded to vigorously undressing my blouse and then my bra. I felt his whole body heavy on mine and I could feel him through my skirt and his jeans.
We tossed and turned and held onto each other. I don’t know how to do it back but he knew all the ways. He pulled my skirt to one side and started caressing my buttocks. Ohhh… he had lovely hands and they rubbed my buttocks in such a special way… I quickly took off his jeans. He was in his boxer and me in my panties. I loved him… His lovely manhood carressed my vagina through the fabric. We could not wait any longer and took off the rest of our clothings… Slowly he slid his wonderfully crafted penis into my vagina.
My eyes fluttered and we went on into the night moaning and loving… the rest was history.
He is now my husband…