Seduction in the Night

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I’d been looking forward to the school trip for ages, and not for the usual reasons. No, I wasn’t excited about the city of Paris, with its beautiful buildings and thriving culture- though wonderful, I had other thoughts on my mind. Helen was going. Ah, Helen. She was the most attractive girl I had ever seen. Her large brown eyes, her plump breasts, her flowing blonde hair and sleek legs… Yes, I had dreamt of her for a long time. And now, she was going to be on the same trip… staying in the same hotel. The very thought made me quiver!

Helen was straight. She had dated a few boys, all of whom were jerks, and didn’t deserve her attention. The kind of boys who take, and don’t give, if you know what I mean. I had only been out with one boy, which was a mistake. Id also gone out with a few girls- but no-one at school needed to know that! You know how people get; staring and whispering. I didn’t need that. I kept myself to myself, and that’s that. Anyway, imagine my surprise when I found out I would be sharing a room with Helen? Not many people were going on this trip, and the teachers wanted to mix us up, for us to ‘make new friends’. And wow, did I want to make friends. I knew that this was my chance, and that I couldn’t blow it.

The flight there was ok, nothing much happened. I read my book for the most part, and listened to my favourite tunes. I made sure I was sat behind Helen and her friends. They were all complaining about being split up from each other; especially that Helen had to go with that ‘weirdo Maria’. Helen was nice about it, saying I didn’t seem so bad. Just her acknowledging my presence made me tingle with anticipation… Once, she stood up to get her bag from the locker, and her pink shirt strained over her bra… I could see her deep cleavage heaving as she pulled her bag down; and let me tell you that at that moment, I could have jumped on her! A man sitting next to me was staring at her too- we caught each other looking, which was quite funny, and a little bit awkward too.

Once at the airport in Paris, we all went to the toilet to freshen up. Amidst the antalya escort clouds of perfume and hairbrushes, I saw Helen putting some fresh lip-balm on. Oh, those lips… So pink, so full and soft looking… I had to force myself to look away. Usually, I hate doing my makeup. I have pale gray eyes and pale skin, dark hair- nothing special. My boobs are quite small too, but I’ve never really have any problems with them. Tonight, though- I put makeup on. Eyeliner does suit me, and I wanted to look good tonight.

‘Erm.. hi.’ I turned to see Helen in her full glory, smiling at me. ‘You’re Maria, right? Since we’re sharing a room tonight, I thought I should talk to you.’

‘Oh… hey!’ I smiled back. There was a slight pause, and then her friends called her back. I didn’t mind though, this was the first time I had talked to her. Driving through Paris in the coach was hell. I was surrounded by rowdy boys smelling of sweat, and Helen was only a few seats away- I didn’t think I could take it anymore. Once, our eyes made contact and she gave me a small smile, but that was all. I couldn’t take being so near to her, yet being unable to talk to her. The way she tossed her silky hair, and laid her hand softly on her breast… It made me crazy. I found myself licking my lips just thinking about tonight! I had to console myself by looking out into the darkened streets of Paris, with its tall buildings and trees. It was very beautiful, but my mind was occupied by a very different kind of beauty…

Finally, we stopped outside the hotel. ‘Hotel Lyons’ the sign said, and it suited it. The building was tall and made of white stone. Golden light flooded out of the doorway and the windows, and I revelled in the smell of the night in a warm country- the smell of leaves and sun baked tarmac.

‘Right!’ called a teacher. ‘If you could all make your way to your rooms and settle down for the night. It’s very late, so don’t stay up and talk too long! Breakfast is at eight in the morning- we’ll see you then, ready for a long day, ok?’

‘Ok!’ we yelled back, and then started making our antalya rus escort way up the stairs. The main hall was lovely, all golds and blues- I found our room- 8- on the first floor. When I got in, Helen was already there. My heart pounding in my mouth, I set my suitcase against the wall.

‘Hello’ I said, clearing my throat. She was pulling some pyjamas out of her pink suitcase, along with her toothbrush and towel. She turned and smiled.

‘Hi Maria. I’m just about to take a shower, don’t worry, I won’t take long.’ And then she walked off into the bathroom and shut the door. I breathed a sigh of relief. Now I could collect my thoughts. Sitting down on the bed, I closed my eyes. I was glad that I had washed at the airport- at least now I didn’t smell. The sound of Helen in the shower set the hairs on my arms up and my mouth watering. Heavy scents of flowers and fruits floated into the room. Suddenly, the shower stopped and I heard her get out of it. A few minutes later, the door opened and she appeared smiling, her long hair dripping wet.

‘Pfiou, nothing like a nice hot shower, eh?’

‘Yes,’ I nodded.

She set all her things down, and sat on her bed. There was a long pause, and then she drew out a magazine she had bought. Catching me staring at it, she smiled.

‘Would you like to read it with me?’ I stared into her light brown eyes. She was patting the space beside her. Hell, did I?

‘Yeah sure’ I said, and walked over to her bed. My legs were trembling, and my heart was beating faster than ever before. This is it, I kept thinking- this is it!

I sat down next to her, and shifted slightly so that our legs and arms were touching. The smell of her shampoo was overpowering, but not in the bad sense- I can tell you that I definitely wasn’t paying attention to ‘which the new dress from vogue was’.

‘Look,’ she said, pointing to a skinny girl model in a skimpy summer dress. ‘Look how pretty she is- I wish I could look like her.’ I looked at the model. Her legs were sticks, her face thin and colourless, antalya ucuz escort her hair lustreless and pale. I couldn’t understand why she would trade her body for that one, when she had the body of a goddess!

‘Don’t be ridiculous! You’re beautiful.’ I said, before I could help myself. There was an awkward pause, and she stared at me. I noticed that her full lips were slightly open, and that her front teeth were resting on the bottom lip- and all of a sudden I couldn’t resist. I breathed out, and leaned forward- kissing her. My hand crept up and cupped her face, as I sank my lips into hers. Pulling back, I stared into her eyes. For a second they were wide in shock, and then as I leant slowly back towards her, they closed slightly. She sighed. My body pulsing and my hands trembling, I kissed her again. This time my lips moved against hers, and it was like nothing I had ever experienced before.Her lips were so much softer, so much sweeter than I could have ever imagined, and my body felt so alive as they started to move with mine. My hot tongue slipped in between our lips and caressed hers. All of a sudden we were kissing deeply, and I couldn’t believe my luck. My free hand crept up the side of her thigh, up her round hips, and- to my delight- stopped to cup her large breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and the heavy warmth of her breast made me moan into her mouth. Pulling her further into me, I started to massage her breast with my hand. The feeling of her soft, full breast in my hand was better than I’d ever imagined! Pulling my mouth away, I leaned her into her pillow, and started kissing down her neck. Her breathing was growing quicker.

‘No, no… this is.. wrong’ she gasped. I pulled her legs around be, and lay against her, still kissing down her neck, down, down, to stop at her cleavage, which was heaving. The light on her breasts made them look magnificent, and I could see her nipples poking up through her shirt. I was filled with desire.

‘I- girls aren’t supposed to do this!’ she said, still breathing heavily.

I looked up from her cleavage. ‘Then why does it feel so good?’ I kissed the top of her breast lightly and she sighed. Slowly, I started pulling her strap top down – to reveal a beautiful quivering breast, mounted with a gorgeous pink nipple. I couldn’t wait any longer, I took one long look at her, and leaned down to take it into my mouth..

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