Paris Night LIfe

We open the hotel door and walk into the room, tossing the luggage on the bed.  I smile at you and free fall onto my back, bouncing on the bed.  You laugh, shaking your head at me.  The sun is setting, glaring in through the windows.  I lay my arm over my eyes and feel sleep starting to over take me quickly.  The last thing I hear is the shower starting up.

"Baby, wake up," I hear as you gently shake me.  I open my eyes, noticing the glare of the sun is gone, replaced by the soft twinkle of the stars.  I try to roll over, wanting to catch up on my sleep that the plane ride stole.

"Let's go out.  Get some dinner or go dancing, " you whisper, snuggling up behind me.  I turn my head, inhaling the nice clean scent of your hair.  It has poofed up from the shampoo you used.

"I don't wanna," I whine, burying my head under a pillow.  I start squealing as you grab my ankles and start dragging me off the bed.

"No, please, don't, " I beg you, tangling my hands on the comforter, dragging it with me as I fall to the floor.  My knees hit the carpet and I start moaning.

"Get dressed, whiner.  We are going out," you say, dropping my feet to the floor. I get up, rubbing my rug burnt knees, pouting.

"Where are we going, " I ask, pulling out clothes, looking over dresses and skirts.

"I heard of a club called Folies Pigalle.  Supposed to be a cool place.  Our kind of place, " you add, emphasizing the last part.  I knew what that meant.  I knew i would not be wearing underwear tonight also.

"So Folies Pigalle...what does that mean," I ask, picking up a short black halter dress with sparkly silver rhinestones around the neck.  I start pulling off my wrinkled clothes, to replace them with the dress.

You stare at me, your mouth dropping open slightly as I unhook my plain bra and slip off the sensible panties I had put on before the flight had started.  I hear you gulp loudly as I pull the dress on, knowing you notice that I had not put on new panties or a bra.

I smile, my back turned to you as I bend over, buckling the straps of the black stilettos.  I know you can see my ass.  The dress is too short to really cover it.  I sway slightly, looking at you behind me, trying to readjust yourself through your black jeans.  You also have on a matching button up shirt.  I giggle and buckle the other shoe quickly, so we will actually make it out of the room.

"Naughty girl," you whisper as we start for the elevators.  I smile and nod slightly.

"Only way, right," I ask, leaning up against you as the doors ding open.  You grin at me and we get in, leaning up against the gold walls.  As the elevator lowers, more people get on.  I feel your hand on my back, sliding lower, until it is stroking the hem on the dress.  I suppress a moan as I feel your fingers graze against my ass cheeks.  I jump a little as they get closer to my naked pussy.

An elderly woman looks back at us and smiles, a look of slight concern on her face.   As she turns away, I jab my elbow into your ribs.  You laugh and groan. The woman snaps back, her look of concern replaced with annoyance.

Luckily, the doors open and she leaves the elevator.  As they shut, we bust out laughing, holding each other, our bodies shaking.  We have calmed down as we reach the ground floor.  Smiling, we walk out of the hotel, our arms linked together comfortably. You hail a cab as we stand under the pavilion connected to the hotel.

As one slides to a stop, you open the door and with over exaggeration, You bow, laughing, "Madam, your chariot awaits." I laugh, bobbing in a curtsy as I get in, sliding my bare legs along the seat.  I can feel the coolness against my ass and pussy.  You slide in next to me.

You tell the driver the club's name and we head out, speeding past roads and people.  You start rubbing my knee, traveling higher to my thigh.  I stare straight ahead, catching an occasional glimpse of the driver's eyes in the rear view mirror.   My eyes flutter a little as your hand slide under the dress hem, yet again. I feel the car lurch a little as the cabbie draws his eyes back to the road.

"We better stop or we might not make it to the club, " you whisper, your fingers brushing against the baby fine hair under my dress.  I shiver and nod, not really wanting to.  I laugh as I hear the cabbie growl a little as our show comes to a halt.  I smile at the man's eyes, framed in his mirror.

"Next time, my friend, " I say, as we get out of the car.  I lean over a little further than necessary, giving the cabbie a little tip of my own.  He groans, smiling at us as he states our total. You pay him and we start up to the club.  The large black sign is over the entrance, a sexy cat woman beckoning us to her.  The words Folie's Pigalle are in red under the woman, in fancy cursive.

"Paris By Night," I read out loud.  We watch as people go in, some dressed in regular clothes, while others are dressed in leather, barely there outfits.

"I do believe I might be overdressed," I say, as we get closer.   We can hear the loud thump of the music through the walls.  As we enter, we see couples spooning, swaying together.  Some are young blond men together, some are busty brunette couples, pushing their breasts against each other. Some are couple much like us.

We weave in, past people, their eyes closed, rocking.  The purple strobe lights flash and spin. I feel the music starting to infect my body.  Your hands on my hips move side to side.  Your groin is pressed hard up against my ass.  I can feel the hardness through your jeans.

I start pushing against you, moving my hips in circles.  Your hips mimic mine and soon we are moving in a slow, sensual pattern, our bodies reading each other's.  I wrap my arm up around your neck, tangling my fingers in your hair.  I lean my head back, my eyes closed, letting the music intoxicate me.  I feel your hands on my hips as they start to move lower, once again playing with the hem of my dress.

I moan as your fingers rub against the bare skin of my thighs.  I feel them moving up, cupping my breasts.

"Baby, you know what I wanna do," you say, your mouth on my ear.  I nod, moving my hands to cover yours.  I give them a squeeze, letting you know what  I want. I feel you moan, the rumble in your chest vibrating against my back.  You squeeze my breasts, gently at first, then harder, as oyu feel my body twitching and jerking against you.

I feel someone bump into me and my eyes spring open.  A couple male couple is dancing close by, watching us with wide eyes.  I smile and lick my lips slowly.  My eyes stay in contact with them as I lift the edges of my dress and let your hands slide in.  I see one of them tun, talking to someone else behind them.

I close my eyes as you pinch my nipples, your face peering over my shoulder at the young males.  When I open my eyes, I see another couple watching, their hands moving along their bodies, the man rubbing the woman's small breasts.  I smile at each couple invitingly, welcoming them with my eyes.

Your hands curve around my waist, creeping lower to my wet pussy.  All eyes are on your hands as they disappear under the hem.  I see the young men following suit, one of them slipping a hand into his lover's pants.

I moan loudly as you start massaging, slipping fingers in, teasing at my clit.  We keep rocking to the music, watching slowly as more couple turn to watch us.  You press your long fingers deep inside me, pulling them out.  Everyone watches as you raise your wet fingers to my lips, mouths dropping as I start sucking them dry.

I pull your finger in and out of my mouth, slowly, sucking it much like I would your dick.  You feel my teeth scrap lightly against your skin, causing shivers to trail up your spine.  You slide your hand to my dress and start to pull the back of it up, over the shape of my ass.  You undo your zipper and pull the hard erection out.

I let your fingers pop out of my mouth and start arching my back slightly, giving you access to my pussy.  I look around at the couples watching.  The air is hot and sticky with sex and their panting, like animals in heat.  I gasp as you grab my hips and ram your dick in.  I hear other people gasping in unison as us.  Other couples are in mid-sex, their eyes never leaving us as you thrust into me.

I close my eyes, my mouth open a little.  My heart is thumping in time to the music.  I can see the purple strobe lights through my closed eyes.  You hands are on my hips.  As we keep thrusting, our bodies still sway in time to the music and beats.  You reach up to my breasts, holding them to brace yourself, to pull my body closer to yours.  You find the nipples, hard and tight under the cloth of my dress.  You pinch them hard as you pump your hips.

As the DJ changes the music, our sex changes with it.  The music is faster, more frantic.  The watching couples around us try to keep watching but they start to become engrossed with their own bodies.

You wrap an arm around my chest, making me arch my back sharply so we do not disconnect.  You run your hand down my back, tickling the tiny dips above my ass.  As the music gets louder, my moans start to bubble out, no longer able to be contained.  Couples once caught up in their own movements turn to watch.

You reach down and start lifting the hem of my skirt, not caring who is watching anymore.  My neck is covered in bites from you, your tongue caressing my neck.  I turn my head, laying it back as you kiss me roughly.  I feel your hand start pressing on my mound, the friction of of your dick still pumping rubbing against  your hand.

My clit is throbbing so hard, I can feel it in my thighs, tingling back toward my ass. The faster you go, the higher I climb.  The music becomes my heart, my brain.  I feel your breathe quicken, your chest pressing out against my arched back.  I feel your thrusts becoming faster and deeper, building up to what I know will come.

"Open your eyes," I tell you, as I look up at you, over my shoulder.  You force them open and see the dancing has become like an orgy, all the couples working toward the same thing, all watching us for guidance.  I stare openly at everyone, a smile flittering on my face, fighting to stay on despite the moans.

I feel you convulsing as you stare at the couples around us.  Your fingers grip my hips, pumping in another time, milking it for all its worth.  My body starts tensing, the fire bubbling in my belly.  My knees falter slightly, tethering on the heels.  I feel myself rocking on the edge of bliss as you move your fingers quickly against my clit.  I close my eyes, the purple strobe light joined by other bursts of color as I fall over the line that had been holding me back.

My pussy convulses, jerking and twitching.  I lean back against you, letting my body take over completely.  I give in and let it happen.  I feel everything stretching, reaching for the ultimate,trying to pop that bubble that is furthest away.  And then it happens.  Everything on my body tenses up and I feel myself explode hard.

You ease your hand away from me, careful not to touch me too much.  You know how sensitive I am after I come.  You pull my dress abck down and smile at the couples as we leave.  Many smile and give us thumbs up and a few even clap, laughing.

I smile, still feeling the warm glow of satisfaction on my body.