Where it happened: Paris
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
As newly commisioned Air Force officers, George and I arrived at Orly Field early on a Friday morning and were transported to a military hotel downtown Paris. We missed transportation to our base 60 miles to the West and called the base for wheels. We were told that Monday, a bus would be at the hotel at 6:00am. We set out to find a local hotel – and separate rooms – after deciding that too many military “restrictions” would hamper our style. It was about 8:00 when I hit the streets in summery clothes in the middle of February. A young lady noticed my language difficulty in the market and helped me out; in return I offered her coffee on the corner cafe. She offer to make it herself and we went to her apartment on the third floor over the boulangerie. We talked and later she helped me get a suitable top coat; early that evening she did allow me to take her out to dinner. When we went back to her place she said she had to leave for a while – she was gone about 30 minutes and said she would not have to work until Monday. I did not ask what work she did since she didn’t offer to tell me. We talked a long time into the evening, and as naturally as could be, just settled together into her bed. It did not take her long to figure this was my first time, then we talked more about men and women this time (before it was about her country and mine and people). We discussed what was love, loving and sexual gratification – she sadly stated that considerate lovers were rare – both male and female. About three in the morning I asked the question that probably changed my life the most “What do women want and what do you specifically want a man to do?” She noted that in love making, generalities don’t count – the only question is what your partner wants or needs to be satisfied. “She is like you fine violin that only you can make to create tremendous music!” She then proceded to ‘teach’ me to play her. Nicole was a masterful teacher and some of the things I learned still bring a smile to my heart. She tasted good and her fragrance had the sweetest bouquet of any wine I have since tasted. For the ‘first time’ it was not rushed, it was not under a drunken stupor or just over the border (which I had avoided in flight school). And, she seemed to genuinely enjoy bringing me into manhood. On monday morning, George made mention of his many conquests – I thought how much he must have missed from each of them. I saw Nicole a few times more before she left Paris to finish her schooling in Eastern France – she never asked for money, and only once for nylons (though I was generous because I knew she had plans) – she saved enough from her ‘night job’ to enter teaching. I know she is a great teacher!
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