During my first trip to Europe, I spent one night in Paris while stopping over on my way to attend a conference in Barcelona. I had travelled by bus with a friend of mine from the Netherlands to save money and see the European countryside. My friend had an academic colleague who lived in the northern Parisian suburbs and would let us crash in his apartment for the night.
Once we arrived, I learned that our host was in the process of moving out to a new apartment the next day. We helped him carry his last set of luggage onto the train and up to his new apartment just down the street from the Notre Dame cathedral. After returning from the new apartment my friend and I went out with our host and his girlfriend who took us to an anarcho-socialist themed bar a walking distance from the apartment. We had a few drinks in a booth while meeting and chatting with more of the girl's friends. A few of us soon began taking to the makeshift dance floor that was forming as people started getting into the groove.
It didn't take long for me to catch the attention of several girls in the bar as I showed off my African rhythm and dance moves. Not only was I the only black guy in the bar, I was also clearly the most fashionably dressed. I was wearing a tan Pierre Cardin overcoat that looked a detective's outfit from the 1930's, and I'd bleached my short hair nearly white at the start of the trip. I looked like Dick Tracy if he was a handsome black man with a blonde buzz cut, and several girls in the bar kept looking my way all night.
I found myself staring in fascination at the one girl in the bar who had fully captured my attention. She was one of those rare white girls who had a body that was perfectly built for a black man. She was tall and curvy, but not too chubby, with a fine thick booty and she carried it well. Her short blonde haircut was pretty much identical to mine at the time and it gave her a quirky tomboyish look. She was by far the prettiest girl in the bar, despite her several piercings and extensive body tattoos. I watched a few guys in the bar try to approach her while seeming intimidated by her aggressive appearance. All I saw was a girl who craved exotic thrills and adventures, just like myself. For a few minutes we exchanged knowing complimentary glances at each other's sense of style, ignoring everyone else in our immediate surroundings.
After stepping out for a smoke with her friends she returned to sit alone by the bar, so I took the opportunity to walk up to her and introduce myself. I leaned against the bar beside her, saying hello and adding that my French was terrible, in broken French. She smiled and told me she spoke English, in perfect English, and then offered to buy me a round of shots right then. It turned out she was a French-Canadian student from Montréal who was also visiting Paris that weekend and staying at a hostel with her friends. I told her about my work and what brought me to Europe and we both shared our recent travel experiences. By the end of the night she was waving goodbye to her girl friends and a couple of disappointed looking white guys as she walked back with us to the apartment wearing my overcoat to keep warm.
Our host soon went to bed in the room we were all sharing, so I had to figure out quickly where we were going to fuck. Fortunately, he had a roommate who wasn't around, so we snuck into her bedroom and shut the door gently to avoid waking him up. We knew he'd be pissed if he found out we went in there, but he had already crashed so we just had to be quiet. We didn't have any condoms but in the heat of the moment neither of us really cared. We both stripped naked to admire each other's bodies in the dim light. She took my cock in her hand and began to stroke until I was rock hard. She had gorgeous tits with pierced nipples, and her skin was half-covered in intricate tattoos. I'm not a big fan of excessive tattoos but hers were quite mesmerizing; a delicate pattern that adorned the pale skin around her perky breasts like Indian henna, while leaving the best parts bare and inviting. We tried a few different positions but settled into a groove when I laid down and she began to ride me. The entire length of my hard black cock was buried to the hilt inside her pretty pussy as she gyrated her waist like a belly dancer, in perfect sync to meet my thrusts.
We were both buck naked in the bed of a woman neither of us knew and would never meet, but grateful for the chance to release our spontaneously formed passions. Only a few hours earlier I didn't even know this girl existed, but our paths had crossed by some stroke of luck and we had both found the exact person we were looking for. My nervous friend who was still awake kept knocking on the door and telling us to keep the noise down, worried that we'd wake up our host and get him in trouble. I also felt bad for doing this to our host but I decided it was a fair trade for helping him move his luggage earlier in the day. We did our best to be quiet but each time we would slow down the thrusting and gently grind our hips together until we quickly began to increase the tempo again. This girl kept staring at me with a devilish look in her eyes whenever we began frantically fucking again. We really tried, but neither of us could restrain our lust and we were soon lost in the intense passion of the moment. Finally, the door swung open and our host poked his sleepy head inside, whisper-yelling at us to get out. We quietly burst into laughter after he shut the door again and went for the final lap knowing we had run out of time. I grabbed her waist and began slamming her down onto my cock while thrusting inside her faster and faster.
I took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked on it as I began to shoot my cum inside her raw. Our host angrily opened the door again at this inconvenient moment, but I couldn't stop bucking as I kept ejaculating inside the blonde vixen riding on my cock. This time the guy didn't leave and kept standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips as both of us shivered with pleasure and calmed down from the high of the moment. He partially closed the door when we got out of bed to start getting dressed, and she took the opportunity to tenderly caress my wet cock in her hand as I fondled her butt. She smiled at me and planted kisses on my chest before we finally got dressed. Once we were out in the hallway I told our host I was really sorry about all this and tried to explain but he just waved his hand and went back to bed.
I took the girl downstairs and began walking her in the direction of her hostel as we both took in the view of the city at night. She leaned in my arms and told me that she had a great time. I told her the pleasure was all mine as we stopped to kiss in the street for a few minutes. Only a few blocks later we stopped again to make out and I realized she still wanted more action. The next time we passed by a dark alley between two buildings I told her to come with me and we hid behind a wall next to a parked van, where I pulled down her jeans and bent her over. I fucked her in that position for several minutes while grabbing onto her tits and slapping her ass every now and then. The streets of the northern Paris suburb were quiet with only the sound of her ass cheeks getting clapped and soft moans escaping from her lips. I fucked her until her legs were trembling and she bit into her sleeve to muffle the sound of her orgasm. I let out a deep sigh of relief as I shot another load inside her pussy and pulled her panties back up.
We made out passionately again for a few moments before we got back out onto the main street. After walking for a few more minutes she told me she'd be able to find her way back. We finally kissed goodbye and I left her to walk back to the hostel, with my cum dripping into her jeans. We had unprotected sex and never saw each other again, so I can only wonder what happened since we parted ways. By noon the next day I was half-asleep on a bus traveling through the beautiful Spanish countryside, reminiscing about my first night in Paris.
Once we arrived, I learned that our host was in the process of moving out to a new apartment the next day. We helped him carry his last set of luggage onto the train and up to his new apartment just down the street from the Notre Dame cathedral. After returning from the new apartment my friend and I went out with our host and his girlfriend who took us to an anarcho-socialist themed bar a walking distance from the apartment. We had a few drinks in a booth while meeting and chatting with more of the girl's friends. A few of us soon began taking to the makeshift dance floor that was forming as people started getting into the groove.
It didn't take long for me to catch the attention of several girls in the bar as I showed off my African rhythm and dance moves. Not only was I the only black guy in the bar, I was also clearly the most fashionably dressed. I was wearing a tan Pierre Cardin overcoat that looked a detective's outfit from the 1930's, and I'd bleached my short hair nearly white at the start of the trip. I looked like Dick Tracy if he was a handsome black man with a blonde buzz cut, and several girls in the bar kept looking my way all night.
I found myself staring in fascination at the one girl in the bar who had fully captured my attention. She was one of those rare white girls who had a body that was perfectly built for a black man. She was tall and curvy, but not too chubby, with a fine thick booty and she carried it well. Her short blonde haircut was pretty much identical to mine at the time and it gave her a quirky tomboyish look. She was by far the prettiest girl in the bar, despite her several piercings and extensive body tattoos. I watched a few guys in the bar try to approach her while seeming intimidated by her aggressive appearance. All I saw was a girl who craved exotic thrills and adventures, just like myself. For a few minutes we exchanged knowing complimentary glances at each other's sense of style, ignoring everyone else in our immediate surroundings.
After stepping out for a smoke with her friends she returned to sit alone by the bar, so I took the opportunity to walk up to her and introduce myself. I leaned against the bar beside her, saying hello and adding that my French was terrible, in broken French. She smiled and told me she spoke English, in perfect English, and then offered to buy me a round of shots right then. It turned out she was a French-Canadian student from Montréal who was also visiting Paris that weekend and staying at a hostel with her friends. I told her about my work and what brought me to Europe and we both shared our recent travel experiences. By the end of the night she was waving goodbye to her girl friends and a couple of disappointed looking white guys as she walked back with us to the apartment wearing my overcoat to keep warm.
Our host soon went to bed in the room we were all sharing, so I had to figure out quickly where we were going to fuck. Fortunately, he had a roommate who wasn't around, so we snuck into her bedroom and shut the door gently to avoid waking him up. We knew he'd be pissed if he found out we went in there, but he had already crashed so we just had to be quiet. We didn't have any condoms but in the heat of the moment neither of us really cared. We both stripped naked to admire each other's bodies in the dim light. She took my cock in her hand and began to stroke until I was rock hard. She had gorgeous tits with pierced nipples, and her skin was half-covered in intricate tattoos. I'm not a big fan of excessive tattoos but hers were quite mesmerizing; a delicate pattern that adorned the pale skin around her perky breasts like Indian henna, while leaving the best parts bare and inviting. We tried a few different positions but settled into a groove when I laid down and she began to ride me. The entire length of my hard black cock was buried to the hilt inside her pretty pussy as she gyrated her waist like a belly dancer, in perfect sync to meet my thrusts.
We were both buck naked in the bed of a woman neither of us knew and would never meet, but grateful for the chance to release our spontaneously formed passions. Only a few hours earlier I didn't even know this girl existed, but our paths had crossed by some stroke of luck and we had both found the exact person we were looking for. My nervous friend who was still awake kept knocking on the door and telling us to keep the noise down, worried that we'd wake up our host and get him in trouble. I also felt bad for doing this to our host but I decided it was a fair trade for helping him move his luggage earlier in the day. We did our best to be quiet but each time we would slow down the thrusting and gently grind our hips together until we quickly began to increase the tempo again. This girl kept staring at me with a devilish look in her eyes whenever we began frantically fucking again. We really tried, but neither of us could restrain our lust and we were soon lost in the intense passion of the moment. Finally, the door swung open and our host poked his sleepy head inside, whisper-yelling at us to get out. We quietly burst into laughter after he shut the door again and went for the final lap knowing we had run out of time. I grabbed her waist and began slamming her down onto my cock while thrusting inside her faster and faster.
I took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked on it as I began to shoot my cum inside her raw. Our host angrily opened the door again at this inconvenient moment, but I couldn't stop bucking as I kept ejaculating inside the blonde vixen riding on my cock. This time the guy didn't leave and kept standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips as both of us shivered with pleasure and calmed down from the high of the moment. He partially closed the door when we got out of bed to start getting dressed, and she took the opportunity to tenderly caress my wet cock in her hand as I fondled her butt. She smiled at me and planted kisses on my chest before we finally got dressed. Once we were out in the hallway I told our host I was really sorry about all this and tried to explain but he just waved his hand and went back to bed.
I took the girl downstairs and began walking her in the direction of her hostel as we both took in the view of the city at night. She leaned in my arms and told me that she had a great time. I told her the pleasure was all mine as we stopped to kiss in the street for a few minutes. Only a few blocks later we stopped again to make out and I realized she still wanted more action. The next time we passed by a dark alley between two buildings I told her to come with me and we hid behind a wall next to a parked van, where I pulled down her jeans and bent her over. I fucked her in that position for several minutes while grabbing onto her tits and slapping her ass every now and then. The streets of the northern Paris suburb were quiet with only the sound of her ass cheeks getting clapped and soft moans escaping from her lips. I fucked her until her legs were trembling and she bit into her sleeve to muffle the sound of her orgasm. I let out a deep sigh of relief as I shot another load inside her pussy and pulled her panties back up.
We made out passionately again for a few moments before we got back out onto the main street. After walking for a few more minutes she told me she'd be able to find her way back. We finally kissed goodbye and I left her to walk back to the hostel, with my cum dripping into her jeans. We had unprotected sex and never saw each other again, so I can only wonder what happened since we parted ways. By noon the next day I was half-asleep on a bus traveling through the beautiful Spanish countryside, reminiscing about my first night in Paris.
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