The elevator was empty when I entered on the basement spa floor. I used my room key to activate access to the suite floor and went to the back corner and leaned in. I rested my head on the paneled wall and plunged my hands in my robe pockets. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. The elevator rose to the reception floor and the cabin was immediately filled with guests and businessmen. In my exhausted state, I did not move.
I kept my head leaning against the cabin wall looking up at the lighting on the ceiling. The elevator stopped at each floor on the way up, every time emptying more guests into the hallways of the hotel.
It seemed like an eternity as we slowly made our way up. Once the final guests exited on the fourth floor there was just me and two businessmen facing me on the opposite side of the cabin. They were obviously on their way to the top-floor conference rooms for a meeting. I lifted my head from the corner wall to better see them and could tell they were taking in my robed state.
A sudden spasm in my left shoulder, obviously the result of my massage, sent a jolt of pain coursing through my shoulder. I instinctively raced my right hand up to my shoulder under my robe to massage the pain away. The sudden movement up to my shoulder caused the loose robe to open even more, exposing most of my left breast, but I did not care.
The pain was intense, and the massaging was effective in toning it down. The doors opened onto the fifth floor and I smiled at them and exited to our suite still massaging my shoulder. I was sure they were grateful for my unintended flash on their way to their meeting.
I entered the suite and took stock of the rooms and view out the window before disrobing and taking a long hot shower. It felt amazing but I was still exhausted and was looking forward to a noon-time nap. I dried myself with a large bath towel then wrapped my hair in the towel, turban style. I would have to do something about that later in the afternoon before dinner. I stood in front of the floor-length mirror. My tanned body was still blushed and radiating. I was proud of the way I looked.
I slowly walked out into the living area and took in the view. I walked closer to the open windows and could now tell with the change in the sun’s rays that, indeed, you could see into the windows of the opposite building now. I wondered who might chance to look to see if the same were true for our building.
I turned to check out the view of the Avenue des Champs Elysées but suddenly noticed a difference from before. On the ornate desk by the window was a neatly wrapped package. I was sure it was not there before I took my shower. It was expertly wrapped but light. I gently opened it in an attempt to salvage the fine wrapping paper for some later use. On top of the box inside was another letter identical to the first one placed on the bed earlier in the morning.
I opened the letter and again found a note card written in Jacque’s handwriting.
Dear Love,
I hope you had a relaxing massage!
I wish I could be there with you sooner, but that will have to wait for later tonight.
This note is your second set of instructions for the day. Remember, you must follow them exactly:
I trust the curtains have remained open?
A chilled bottle of Champagne has been provided for you on the terrace outside of the bedroom
You are to enjoy the Champagne on the terrace nude: by now the sun will be shining there and it will be warm
Once you have relaxed with the Champagne you may open this present for you
You are to wear this at all times and only this until you receive more instructions.
I love you,
Jacque
Terrace?! What terrace? I rushed into the bedroom and opened the large curtains on the wall revealing a set of French doors leading to a small terrace outside of the bedroom. “Wow,” I said audibly to myself.
I removed the towel turban from my head and shook out my hair, then opened the doors to the terrace. You couldn’t help but notice the clear view of the Champs Elysées two blocks down on the left immediately on entering the terrace. On the small table was an ice bucket holding an already opened bottle of champagne and a lone flute along with a beautiful red rose. The sun was indeed warm, and it felt amazing on my naked body.
I poured myself a glass of champagne and took in the view of Paris while leaning forward over the wrought iron railing of the terrace to get a better vantage point. I was confident that no one could see me from the ground floor, so I luxuriated in the warmth of the sun on my body and beautiful Parisian sights and let the champagne fill me with a soft haze.
A second glass of champagne made sure I was feeling relaxed as I re-entered the suite and went back to the wrapped present on the table. I opened the present to find a well-crafted satin covered box and I opened it to examine the contents. Inside was a dark red, sleeveless singlet with long pant legs and a matching colorful wrap. The singlet was quite sheer, and it was obvious that the wrap was meant to offer modesty when desired or required.
I moved to the full-length mirror in the bedroom and tried it on. It was a tight fit and snugly encased my body. Jacque had obviously listened when I told him of my need for security to hold the “girls” together. But was it that he cared about my desires or that the result of the snugness meant that I was basically wearing a second skin? A very see-through skin, at that. My entire body was on full display. My breasts and landing strip were in clear view.
The shoulder straps were strong but thin enough to show off my shoulders. The neckline was high but that didn’t really matter. The fabric clung to my body, holding my breasts in place and curved in around my fit abs. I felt like a superhero! A naked superhero, that is.
I took the wrap and played with different ways of concealing myself. It was large enough to offer some coverage, but it would take some work to perfect! ‘That would have to wait for later,’. I thought to myself as I hung the wrap in the closet. Between the long flight, my morning spa experience and the champagne, I was in dire need of a nap. I retrieved the bottle and poured myself another glass and headed back to the bedroom.
I opened up the covers and fell into the bed with my head resting on a very large and comfortable pillow. The softness of the bed and pillow enveloped my body. ‘What did Jacque have in mind for this outfit?’ I took a few more sips of champagne then closed my eyes to review what had transpired already on this trip.
I re-lived my day in Manhattan: shopping and that amazing dinner at 11 Madison Park. The confident walk I made through Central Park and, of course, Paul the Uber driver.
I thought about the sauna experience. Becoming aroused thinking about what Jacque was planning. Having the unexpected guest join me in the sauna pushing me to be confident in myself.
The non-sexual but oh, so arousing massage…
I drifted off into a deep and blissful sleep. The next thing I was aware of was a gentle touch on my shoulder and a voice saying, “Madame… Madame… I am very sorry, Madame.” I groggily opened my eyes. It was the same concierge that showed me the suite earlier this morning.
He was standing next to the bed calling for me. “I am sorry, Madame. I knocked but you did not answer, and Monsieur Jacque has made a reservation for you at Le Joy for lunch and requested that I escort you there.”
In my waking fog, I was unaware of exactly where I was, and it seemed that I had slept for hours and it took me more than a few seconds to get my bearings. I also forgot that I was wearing Jacque’s “superhero” outfit. I raised myself from the downy pillow and slowly realized what the concierge was able to see of me.
It was one of those slow-motion experiences when, in a split second, data is coming in and the processing of it all seems to be like a movie. ‘Where am I?… What time is it? … Holy shit; I am basically nude in this outfit… is this what Jacque intended? What do I want to do now?’
I prefer to be in control of who sees me and how much they see so being woken by the hotel concierge in this very revealing state was irritating and caused me to want to cover myself. But as my hazy nap fog dissipated, I realized that this is exactly what Jacque wanted. But more importantly, I still felt like a superhero and I wanted to play his game. I was proud of who I was and how I looked. So, I squelched that immediate desire to cover myself.
The concierge had obviously been able to see me as I slept and as he was waking me. I decided in that moment that I was going to show this concierge my strength and confidence. I thought of Jacque and smiled. ‘Game on, Jacque,’ I decided. ‘If this is what you want this weekend, then let’s do it and you better be okay with whatever happens!’
I raised myself from the pillow; pushing myself up to a sitting position. I knew I was on full display for him. My breasts felt alive in the amazing fabric as the blood rushed in to engorge my areolas and nipples again. Being seen again was rekindling the sensations from this morning.
I was determined to be confident and let the concierge see me but then realized that he was not the only one who would see me in this outfit. Jacque had not purchased this for me with the thought that I would be wearing it just in the privacy of our suite by myself. My husband had other plans.
The clock read 1:20 pm so I had only slept for about an hour, but I felt refreshed. I walked to the washroom and splashed water on my face and tied my disheveled red mane up in a bun, retrieved the wrap from the closet and attempted again to find the best option for coverage and control.
Since the entire singlet was sheer, I had one of two options: I could either wear the wrap as a skirt leaving my breasts exposed or over my shoulders like a shawl leaving my ass and pussy exposed. Either way was provocative, even by Parisian standards. I opted to wear it as a shawl since it would give me the most options.
‘Game accepted, my dear Jacque!’
“What is your name?” I asked the concierge.
“My name is Michel, Madame,” said my concierge.
“Well, Michel, what do you think of this outfit my fine husband bought for me?” I asked as I twirled around for him with the wrap in my hand. I knew every inch of my body was visible for him to see. I stopped facing him. My hands held the shawl at my side.
Michel could not take his eyes off of my breasts. “To be honest, Madame, I have been admiring you from the first time I saw you sleeping on the bed. I apologize. You are incredibly beautiful and very brave to wear it for people other than your husband. I am sure the other guests in Le Joy will be very impressed. I am not sure I would like you wearing it on your own if I was your husband,” he said with a smile.
“Well, Michel; my dear husband bought this for me with specific instructions to wear it and then he sent you here to bring me out in public wearing it. It seems as if I don’t have a choice. Shall we go? I am starving and haven’t eaten all day.”
Michel smiled and bowed to me slowly. “Follow me, Madame,” he said.
I put the shawl over my shoulders with both ends covering my breasts as we made our way towards the elevator. Seeing myself in the hall mirrors made me think that maybe I made the wrong choice, however. My landing strip was in clear view through the sheer and tight fabric. ‘Did Jacque know what he was doing to me?’
The Le Joy bar and restaurant had been totally redone since my last visit. The yellow leather banquettes were the same, but the décor had been updated and the adjacent garden had been set up for outdoor seating. And to my chagrin, it was packed. Being Friday afternoon, the French had obviously gotten a head start to L’Apéritif. Of course, Jacque would have known how crowded it gets on Friday afternoon since he had been staying here for the last three weeks.
‘Damn you, Jacque,’ I said to myself. ‘But here we go.’
It didn’t look like there was an open table anywhere, but Michel took me to the bar then out the side door to the garden. There was a lone pillowed garden bench and coffee table reserved for me just outside of the bar. Michel motioned for me to sit, bowed a courtly bow and said, “Bon appetit, Madame,” then swiftly left me on my own.
I felt alone and was also now on full display from the bar area with its plate-glass windows looking out into the garden. Sitting on the garden bench meant that I had no table to hide behind so I was fully visible to any and all who would look. I was certain that this detail was not lost on Jacque.
A waiter swiftly brought me a glass of champagne and took my order of white asparagus with sauce Mousseline and a mixed cheese plate. I couldn’t afford to eat much in this tight outfit. I adjusted the shawl wrap so the ends cascaded over my breasts and if I kept my thighs closed, my landing strip was mostly out of sight. I had things under control. If anyone got a glimpse of me it would be because I wanted them to. It certainly wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities though. I was turned on by this escapade, but I was going to be in the driver’s seat.
The garden seating area was as crowded as inside, most likely because a band was setting up getting ready to play. Most of the crowd were men ending their work week but also a fair number of women. As I surveyed my surroundings, two attractive men approached me and one of them said in American English, “Well, hello. It is good to see you again!”
“See me again?” I asked, not recalling where they may have seen me.
“We saw you on the elevator this morning. You had on a robe at the time,” he said.
‘Ah, the two businessmen on their way to a meeting that I accidentally flashed,’ I thought to myself.
“Oh, yes. Now I recognize you two. How was your meeting?”
“Well, to be honest, I was more than a little distracted. I was not prepared for the beautiful sight of you going up in the elevator. It was quite a nice surprise!
“You appear to be alone. May we join you? My name is Jim, and this is Rob.”
“Ahhhh. I apologize for that. I was a little distracted this morning myself. But, please, be my guest and have a seat. I am Jean.”
“No need to apologize, Jean. Going into a meeting with a bunch of CPA types is boring as hell. It was a great way to start things off for me.” Rob took a seat next to me on the bench while Jim pulled up a chair and sat opposite me. As I shifted over on the bench to make room for Rob, I allowed the wrap to move without re-adjusting it. My breasts were still covered but I am sure that it was obvious that my outfit was revealing. I kept my thighs tight together but wondered what Jim might be able to see while sitting across from me.
Rob was a normal looking business guy in his early thirties, I guessed. Jim, on the other hand, was very handsome and looked strong and seemed to be about the same age. Without his suit coat on, I could tell he was fit and well built. ‘This might be a fun afternoon,’ I thought with a wry smile on my face. I could feel my labia begin to swell once more with arousal and my already hard nipples pulsed under the fabric. They were no longer squashed by the tight top but pushing out on their own.
“Your champagne glass seems to be empty. May we buy you another?” asked Jim.
“No, thank you. My husband is buying. Let me order a bottle for the three of us,” I said. I raised my right arm to hail my waiter. The action caused the shawl on my left side to shift more to the side, exposing most of my breast. I wasn’t sure if my nipple was in view but did not look down to check. Nor did I adjust the shawl. The waiter came over and I was sure I got my answer. His attention was initially on my left breast before he gathered himself and took my order for a bottle of Veuve Clicquot.
Jim looked at me for quite a while, taking his time to look me in the eyes and then down to my chest before returning his gaze. “You are a stunning woman. But if I may ask, if your husband is buying, then why is he not here with you dressed so, uhm, provocatively?”
“A very good question,” I said. “He is still working, but bought this provocative outfit, as you say, for me and made a reservation and arrangements for me to wear it down here on my own. It was his choice. So, the bar tab is on him!”
“That is one amazing husband! Cheers to him then,” chimed in Rob.
As the waiter returned with the bottle of champagne, a group of three other men approached and warmly greeted both Jim and Rob. Jim introduced me to them as colleagues from the States on their business trip. I learned that they were all staying in the hotel next door but, since their meeting was in this building, had stayed to enjoy Happy Hour.
I was now alone but surrounded by five young and attractive businessmen. In Paris. On a beautiful afternoon, in an outfit designed for exposure. ‘You asked for this, Jacque. You will have to be okay with whatever happens,’ I thought.
I could feel the blood pulsing throughout my body. I might have been unsure about Jacque’s plan for this outfit at the start. Now, I was going to take control and own it for myself and allow it to take me where I wanted it to go. I felt beautiful and, more importantly, I felt powerful.
I raised my flute with my left hand for the waiter as he arrived to refill my glass. In so doing, I was very aware that the wrap slid off the side of my left shoulder exposing the entire side of my body. My left breast and hard nipple strained against the tight and sheer fabric.
It is hard to explain the sensual and erotic feelings I was having in that very moment. I loved the feeling of being in control and felt another rush of excitement and almost a river of heat flowing into my labia as I allowed myself to be exposed. I did not react at all to the sudden exposure and just continued on with confidence in as natural a way as I could, knowing what the group could now see.
“I think we will need a couple more bottles of champagne and more glasses for my friends,” I said to my waiter.
“Yes, Madame,” he said with a smile on his face.
A din of conversation and discussion began and after the new champagne arrived it got louder and more animated. I was loving the experience of being with a group, far better than to be just on display on my own. I was in party mode and loved it and made sure more champagne was brought for everyone.
More and more people started to congregate near us as the band readied to play, and we no longer had an intimate gathering. I looked over to Jim and realized he was still looking intently at me. I knew I had him, and I could do with him what I wanted. My glass kept getting filled and I took part in loud conversations with those around me. Over time, I allowed the wrap to purposefully shift so it was just covering my shoulders and arms, exposing my breasts, and slowly inched my thighs further apart. I was exposing myself more and more.
The sun shining down on me accentuated both of my breasts through the fabric and my dark areolas and nipples were clearly visible. The rush I felt with slowly revealing myself was amazing. I could feel the heat in my body. My nipples were aching and my pulse throbbed in my labia. Damn, I loved how this felt! The band started its set and more champagne was ordered. I looked over at Jim and smiled.
I leaned back into the pillows and put both arms up onto the back of the bench and allowed my thighs to open more. I could not tell how much of my labia was visible, but I could tell he was enjoying the view.
“I want to dance!” I exclaimed loudly to the group. Three of the guys, including Jim, got up and followed me to the small and very crowded dance floor in front of the band. The wrap had returned to covering my front as I began to dance with the guys. I put my arms above my head as I gyrated to the music looking at the three of them.
Jim moved behind me and took both ends of the wrap in his hands as we danced together. With my arms still above my head, Jim took the wrap and moved both ends off to the side exposing me to the other guys. Blood rushed throughout my body in arousal and excitement. ‘Thank you, Jacque!’ I thought. I had always wanted this and was in heaven as I looked at the other men watching me as I continued to dance, and I let them see every inch of my body.
Jim moved in closer as we danced and pushed his hard cock into my back. He placed a timid hand on my right breast as we continued to sway to the music. My body immediately reminded me again of the fact that I had not been touched for weeks. My cheeks flushed with blood and I could feel the wetness and aching building inside of my swollen labia. I put my hand on his, pressed down and squeezed tightly, giving him permission to continue.
One of the other guys pulled the wrap completely off my shoulders and started to dance with it. It seemed like slow motion as he removed it from me, and my mind went through many options. ‘Do I grab it back? Do I resist? What do you want, Jean?’ I asked myself in a flurry of thoughts.
I was now completely visible to all with no security blanket or possible coverage. I could see and feel all eyes on me and decided in that moment that was exactly what I wanted. I stared into the perpetrator’s eyes as he looked at me and continued to dance.
Jim pulled me closer to him; his cock pushing hard into my back, and whispered in my ear, “I have always wanted to see the inside of the Paris Suite.”
“It does have an amazing view,” I said as I reached my hands behind my back and felt his hardness with both of my hands. “Would you like to see it?” I turned around to dance with him face to face then pushed away from him and danced in front of him, letting him see my nakedness through Jacque’s outfit.
I took his arm and led the way to the bar leaving my wrap behind. I walked proudly through the crowded Le Joy bar and main dining room to the elevators, feeling eyes watching me and reveling in being seen and my confidence.
The elevator was empty when it arrived on the reception floor and we entered. As the doors were closing, Jim pushed me into the back wall and began to kiss me, his hand firmly on my breast and his cock pushing into me. I put both hands on his face and kissed him deeply. It had been far too long since I had a man touch me.
Once inside the suite, we continued the mad kissing as he pushed me against the wall again. I took the straps off my shoulders and moved the top down baring my breasts to him as his hands found them anew. With his right hand, he pinched my bare nipple sending a shiver throughout my entire body, then moved his mouth down to kiss and nibble on it. I reared my head back against the wall from the effects of the stimulation. I pushed his head away from me and removed the rest of my sheer outfit as I looked him in the eyes.
I led him out to the terrace where I had nude champagne just a short while ago and stood him next to the railing. The view of the Champs Elysées was just as stunning now as it had been earlier. I unleashed his belt and pants and dropped down onto my knees as I pulled his pants down to the floor.
His circumcised cock was throbbing and was just the right length and width. I took hold of his shaft with my left hand and placed the middle of my tongue on his head, then slowly and firmly rolled my tongue around its circumference, stopping once my tongue returned, then slowly moved his cock further into my open mouth pressing his cock hard onto my tongue.
I closed my mouth around his cock keeping my tongue firm onto the underside. I moved my tongue side to side and could feel his body quiver, then I tightened my lips and slowly took his full length into my mouth while moving my hand down his shaft at the same time. I held it in for a brief moment before moving it out while keeping my tongue and lips firmly connected. He arched his head and let out an audible moan.
I repeated this action except this time I formed a ring with my thumb and index finger, placed it around his cock in front of my mouth and applied firm pressure with both, then moved down his full shaft again before moving back up. I knew he was not going to last long as I felt his body tense, and he put his hand on my head. I repeated this motion again and cupped his tight balls with my right hand pushing them into his body as I moved down again.
He started to shudder and grabbed my hair. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and continued to stroke him with my left hand while squeezing his balls firmly with my right. His cock started to throb and then he let out a loud grunt as cum came exploding onto my breasts. I continued to stroke him as he shivered and completed his orgasm.
I stood up with his cum running down my breasts and kissed him deeply with my hot and wet mouth. Every fiber of my body wanted a hard cock inside of me at that moment or to at least have Jim return the favor of an orgasm. My labia were pulsing, and I was dripping wet. My entire body ached with desire and want. I put both hands on his cheeks and kissed him deeply again, then stepped back from him.
I could feel his cum running down my body. “Are you glad you ‘came’ up to see the Paris Suite, Jim?” I asked sarcastically. I stood before him; locking onto his eyes as I took my right hand and moved it over my chest and left breast. I closed my eyes and smeared his cum over my breast, then pinched my nipple hard before opening my eyes again. ‘God, I wanted!’
“Ahhm, yes,” was all the response he could muster.
I smiled at him then moved to the bathroom to get a towel to wipe myself clean, then returned to the terrace. The afternoon sun was shining on the many pedestrians on the avenue. I wondered how many would have suspected what just occurred on the fifth-floor terrace above them. I leaned on the railing looking down on the crowd and said, “Thanks for the dance, Jim.”
“I apologize, Jean. I expected to give you more than that.”
“No apologies needed,” I said. “I am meeting my husband for dinner soon and need to get properly cleaned up before that anyway.” A happy smile covered my face as I surveyed my Paris view, naked on the fifth-floor balcony of the Paris Suite of the Hôtel Barrière Le Fouquet’s. I took Jim’s hand and walked him towards the door.
As we passed through the living room and the large windows he exclaimed, “That is my building right over there. I bet if you keep these curtains open, I could see you again!” With that, he kissed me again, his hands finding my breasts. I kissed him but pulled back from him before it was too late for me to resist.
I took him to the door and let him out and said, “I promise to keep the curtains open.”
Jim smiled and said, “Thank you, Jean. You are an unbelievable, beautiful woman.”
I did feel like a beautiful woman. I took another hot cleansing shower, this time to remove the remnants of Jim from my body before I met Jacque later. I walked to the bedroom and checked the closet. There was still no dress there. ‘What does Jacque have in mind?’ I thought.
I fell, naked, on top of the bed, not bothering to open the sheets and started to doze off while recounting again the short but oh so wonderful first day of my Paris rendezvous with Jacque. And I had not even seen him yet. I smiled and touched my breasts with both hands and massaged them gently, then moved one hand down to my swollen labia.
I was so turned on and aroused. It was all I could do to keep from bringing myself to a satisfying orgasm. But I resisted.
“Thank you, my love!” I said out loud as I drifted off to sleep.
To be continued…
