The Freaky Deaky Yummy Playground

[LovetoGiveRoses]

We arrived near the end of the dance since we'd spent so much time at the exhibition. The dance was held at the former palace near Le Louvre, the central museum and the old home of Napolean III. Decorations of Blue, White and Red covered the walls and hung from the ceiling. The orchestra was first rate and the hall was crowded. Though the hall was crowded, the dance floor wasn't terribly.

 

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I held my arm out to her and asked "Would you care to dance?" She responded by putting her hand in mine once again. We waltzed and waltzed, I shut my eyes and thought of the woman in my arms. She moved with me like a shadow, graceful and with sure feet. If her first touch was a poem, this dance was a book. Her movements were fluid and confident.

 

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All during our earlier conversations, I'd struggled to keep my eyes on hers and not let them slip down further, but now, while dancing, her eyes were in the opposite direction and my eyes could not resist the temptation. I looked at her perfect little ears framed by a few whisps of hair that had escaped from her coiffed hair style, then I looked down her neck. The skin was unmarred, fresh and full. Her neck was thin and perfectly balanced to her head and the rest of her body. Her shoulders were sturdy though only lightly muscled. My eyes drift further down, she fills out her dress nicely, her breasts are high and balanced perfectly for her figure. I can feel her thin waist below my hand and can imagine the rest of her being just was well balanced, but there's no telling for sure with the voluminous dresses that are de rigor for the times.

 

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We talked of many things alternatively while on the dance floor and sitting at a table. She's a fascinating lady of some means who has many responsibilities to fulfill to family. I admire her for her courage and accomplishment for carrying out these duties. But the dance is concluding. I am distraught that the evening must end; I was hoping that it would last forever.

 

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<Ominous music starts playing in the background>

As we start making our way out to the carriages I think of my brother for the first time in ages. I haven't seen him all night. He can take care of himself. My thoughts quickly return to Miss Jacquard. I raise my arm for her and she takes it gladly and with a smile. I ask "Miss Jaquard, I have had a most delightful evening. May I show you more of Paris during part of your stay here?"

 

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"That sounds very nice and it is a gallant offer" you say, "but tomorrow morning we have train tickets to Nice, this is our last night here". I am crushed! This is the most enjoyable evening I've had in years, if not forever and I have no chance to see this lovely lady again! No! It cannot be! I walk with her in stunned silence for the last few steps down the entry to the street level. I'm sure the blood has drained completely from my face and the buoyant spirit of the last two hours has escaped me forever.

 

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"I'm sorry to see you leave Miss Jaquard, it has been a most delightful evening and I'm saddened to think that it might not be repeated this week". As I finish the sentence, we arrive at the entry and can see her rig and driver, but mine are no where to be seen. Her driver volunteers that he'd seen another gentleman bearing a close resemblance to me return to the carriage an hour since. He overheard that they'd been looking for me and had been unsuccessful and had surmised that I'd gone on ahead.

 

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"We'll give you a ride home" said Miss Jaquard with a smile, "It will be no bother". I told her where I lived and the driver added that it was on the way and just a little off the path they were to take anyway. That being settled, we all jumped into the carriage. Our conversation slowed in the carriage though, I could find no positive words to say being faced with the prospect of not seeing her again.

 

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As we came around the fourth turn, a kilometer from the palace, the carriage stopped and I heard shouting. The driver was making noise and snapping his whip. The next instant, a blackguard gypsy pulled open the door with a knife in hand and an expression of avarice on his face. After hearing the noise outside I'd surmised that the gypsies had marked the carriage as easy prey carrying just women earlier on the way in and were laying in wait for their return. The gypsy was quite surprised to find me waving a foot long dagger in his face when he opened the door and started to lunge in. He backed out just as quickly and his companions scattered just as quickly.

 

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Seconds later we were on our way again and Miss Jaquard was crying in my arms. "I'm so scared, that's not happened to us in our travels before" she said. I hugged her and said that it's uncommon, but does happen from time to time. She said "We're really scared, I can't stay a night in this city by myself after that. Will you stay at our house? I've leased an entire house for our duration here and there's plenty of extra space. There's a spare bedroom that's made up already. Please stay with us."

 

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I agreed. At least it would give me a chance to see her once again in the morning. I said "I'm glad to be of service", after all, these ladies need some sort of reassurance of their safety. Although I didn't hesitate and was glad to help, I knew that the price for gallantry was that I was only going to prolong my heartache over this girl.

 

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When we arrived at their place, I dispatched the driver to my home to give my brother news and to retrieve some essentials. He returned within 20 minutes with toiletries, a couple changes of clothing and a book that I was reading.

 

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We all stayed up for another half hour before retiring. I went to my room, changed into night clothes and placed myself in the easy chair and lit the lamp to read. I read for a solid hour, then my stomach growled. I had been so entranced with my hostess that I'd forgotten to eat earlier. I could use a little snack and a sip of something to wet my mouth.

 

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A moment after entering the kitchen, I heard steps in the hallway and the creak of the door. There stood Miss Jaquard in her night shift with a stunned look on her face. I must admit, I rather enjoyed the view. I could clearly see that her hips were narrow and balanced well to the rest of her figure now that she didn't have that large dress on. I could also see through the thin material of her shift that her bosoms were not "padded" inside the dress as many Parisian women are font to do and were clearly all natural. She also had very stiff nipples at that particular moment.

 

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<is this how'd you react? >

Her look of surprise quickly disappeared and was replaced with a look of confidence. She strode into the kitchen and smiled at me and said "I see you were thinking of the same thing I was". I laughed to myself a little and was more than a bit curious about what exactly she meant by that.

 

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"Can I pour you some water" I asked. She nodded while I handed her a plate of cookies.

"The cookies and pastries here in Paris are better than anywhere else I've been" she said while reaching for one.

 

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<Frenchman...lol>

We whispered quietly to each other about silly stories of desserts and parties and many other things that people talk about in the middle of the night when they don't want to talk about other things that are haunting them. We both got up to leave when the water glasses were empty and bumped into each other on the way out. My hand touched hers and I couldn't help myself, I held onto it. As she felt my hand touch hers, she turned to me and our lips met each other halfway between. I reach around and gently pulled her to me more tightly. She didn't shy away from me, but neither did she press more closely. We kissed and, being a Frenchman, I slipped my tongue into her mouth and she was a bit surprised again, but responded in kind.

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

We were next to a couch and fell into it quickly and continued our kiss. I rubbed her head, then around back of her neck and pulled her shoulder closer to me. As I was kissing her, I looked down. My self restraint was dealt a serious setback with that look. I saw down her shift, open a little at the top, down to the swell of her breasts. I could see the whole form of her breast through the thin material of her clothing and her hard nipple causing a pointed swell in the fabric. Tentatively, I reached to cup that breast. As my hand closed around and under it, she pushed herself forward into my hand even further, showing me that she was happy with this new development.

 

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<In England at the time, it was the "Victorian" era>

I grabbed harder, enjoying the feel of her full breast and the nipple hardening further with my pinches through the shift. She pulled back from me and I thought she was going to diplomatically end our moment of passion, but she said with a soft deep voice, "the drawstring is at the top, I don't think it's knotted." I leaned forward quick and kissed her again and pulled on the little string and the whole of the top part of her shift fell open. I reached in and caressed her bare breast. They were well rounded underneath and the skin was even softer than her neck. I caressed the other breast for a few moments too, when she pulled back again and started to get up.

 

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I thought for sure that she was leaving now, and bent my head down momentarily. "You're not getting tired are you?" she asked. I perked up immediately with that statement and reached for her hand. "Come on with me" she added.

 

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Off we went through the house to her room. When we got in there, she pulled off the shift over her head and I admired her wonderful figure. The peculiar thing was that she wore this little strip of white material between her legs, it looked like nothing more than a thin strip of tape. I said "What strange invention is that?"

 

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<Mel is Mel, wherever and whenever she is!>

She said, "Oh, that's my thonger."

 

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Did I loose you?

 

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You can turn on your cam any time you want to.

 

[Guest]

hehe, no i'm here...
lol @ cam...... no i can't , i have Company..... *Yawnz*