The Hyatt Regency Paris Etoile hotel

The Hyatt Regency Paris Etoile hotel

The lady and James exited the restaurant and entered the Hyatt Regency Paris Etoile hotel, her gentlemant leading her by the hand. Despite the fact that she wanted this, she was still nervous, and as they approached the elevator her heartbeat sped faster and faster until pure adrenaline raced through her veins.

She had no idea what was going to happen, no idea if this would change her life. She hoped not. But this desire had been building and there was no way she could turn back now. Later. The lady would worry about consequences later. We only live once…

Then they were in the elevator, standing on a swirling red carpet, and James was pushing floor 38. The door was closing and soon they’d be alone. But a hand shot between the elevator doors, pushing them back open. Her toe tapped an impatient beat as a crowd of people pushed their way inside. James inched closer to her, surrounded her. She was shaking.

Hurry up! she wanted to scream. But the fucking elevator seemed to be stopping at every floor. The two of them stood at the back of the mirrored elevator car, listening to the music. Her pussy throbbed. The lace of her bra teased her sensitive nipples. When she felt James’s fingers on her skin, she jumped. Her male escort smiled down at her.

She nodded. His touch burned a circle around her wrist. Her gigolo drew her hand behind her back. Seconds later James held both of her wrists, pressing them against the brass rail lining the back of the elevator.

Restrained. James’s grip was as solid as a metal handcuff. She glanced at James, who was smiling at her like the handsome devil he was. And she couldn’t say anything because there were two gray-haired women in front of them talking about the value of the buffets.

They stopped at another floor and one of the old ladies exited. Then there was just three of them. The remaining woman turned and smiled. The lady tried to return the gesture, but it must not have worked because the woman looked downright alarmed. As soon as the elevator doors opened the elderly woman bolted as fast as she can.

Gigolo Male escort’s hotel suite

Turning toward her, James reached into the neckline of her dress, slid his fingers beneath her bra and brushed her nipple. She gasped as James’s grip on her wrists grew firmer. Her male escort pulled her arms tighter, straighter. Her gigolo leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her clavicle.

Biting her lip, she tried not to moan as James pulled her nipple between his fingers and pinched. The elevator continued to rise as James’s other hand moved over her lower body. She closed her eyes, trembling as his hand lightly skimmed her waist, her hips, her thigh. Her gigolo reached under her skirt to glide his fingertips over the elastic of her panties.

Finally his finger, his knuckle, so strong, so warm, was touching her, fingering her. She was so wet she was almost embarrassed. But that didn’t stop her from widening her stance a bit, urging him on. She bit harder on her lip before she begged him to finger-fuck her. Not yet. She wouldn’t beg yet.

The elevator stopped. James withdrew his hand from her panties, but did not release her wrists. With a firm hold Her gigolo directed her down the hallway, their footsteps silent on the thick carpet. Her male escort hadn’t straightened her panties; they were still twisted to the side. The discomfort rubbed at her hypersensitive flesh as they marched toward her room.

The hotel was huge, the hall seemed never ending. By the time they reached the door of the room she was in a daze, ready for anything. She wanted to come right there in the hallway. It would have been so easy for James to lift her up, push her against the wall and dry-fuck her. Even through his trousers, the feel of his cock against her sex would send her over the edge, she was sure of it.

But James was pulling a card out of his pocket and then they were inside. The minute the door shut, James released her, pushed her back against the heavy wood and slammed himself against her body. His mouth was on hers, his lips devouring her in a way that seemed primal, hungry. She responded by wrapping her hands around his neck and urging him deeper. Everything seemed to fade away under James’s touch.

His erection was rock hard and pushing at her thigh, just inches from where she wanted it. James pulled away and took a deep, ragged breath. James had her in his arms, was kissing her, directing her backward toward the bed. Her male escort followed her down onto the mattress, covering her body with his.

Her pulse beat a steady rhythm in her ears as her gigolo tugged the fabric up over her hips. James lifting her dress over her breasts, her shoulders, taking her nipple into his mouth through the lace of her bra. But as he pulled her dress over her head, she thought back to previous lovers and realized she’d never felt so at ease, so comfortable. So excited. She wanted him. She wanted to be filled by him.

Leaning over her, James kissed her rib cage, his soft lips tickling her skin. He went lower to her panties, pulled them down her thighs, her calves, over the black pumps. He threw the scrap of silk onto the floor. Shivering, she locked her gaze on James’s. James spread her legs wide, opening her.

She jumped when she felt his fingers on her damp flesh, exploring her pussy lips. Instinctively, she wanted to close her eyes, but James would not release her from his stare. She began to squirm as James stroked her secret garden, played with her until she was bucking against him, gasping. Then he was sliding his fingertips across her sex to the part of her body that was begging to be filled.

She wanted him to fuck her, to ram his fingers into her as James watched. But she bit her lip, quivering as she held back. She wanted to plead, but she wasn’t there; she couldn’t let go like that. Not yet.

But she was so close. She was losing herself to James’s touch and her skin burned under James’s gaze. Sensation overwhelmed her, possessed her. When James tapped her secret garden with a flick of his finger she writhed on the bed, kicked out her legs, silently begged him to put his mouth there.

James didn’t. He flicked her again, a prick of pain that she welcomed. She took her breasts in her hands, pinched her own nipples. James’s eyes went dark. Finally James put his warm mouth to her needy secret garden, licking and sucking until her head swam from pleasure. She had to tear her eyes off James as she moaned. She was cumming right there.

The lady grabbed her knees, spread her legs wide, as wide as she could. She came with a guttural scream, her entire body shattering nerve by nerve. James didn’t let her go until her breathing had slowed. When she opened her eyes she found him staring at her. If she thought they looked hungry earlier, it was nothing compared to now. Now her male escort wanted to devour her. She understood his need. Spasms still shook the very center of her, and this was just the beginning of a crazy night of sex with this amazing male companion in Paris.

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