Sarah Goes To Paris -- Reposted

Sarah Goes To Paris -- Reposted
A friend seemed to need a break. When Sarah opened up her messages there was one from Ellen: Clear your weekend. "Why" Sarah replied. "You'll see" was the cryptic reply. A day later a Fedex envelope arrived; in it were round-trip tickets to Paris, a hotel reservation and a taxi voucher to get her there from the airport. Sarah's mouth fell open with surprise, but having never been to Paris and nothing on for the weekend, she packed.

The next morning, her taxi lurched to a sudden stop. "Voila!" the driver said, his right hand gesturing at the hotel entrance. The hotel was small, and Sarah felt a pit grow in her stomach. The driver happily carried her two bags into the hotel entrance, she entered the hotel to begin her weekend in Paris.

The lobby of the hotel was minuscule. A young woman welcomed Sarah from behind the reception desk. "This is my first trip to Paris" Sarah said as she registered and handed over her passport. The clerk looked over Sarah's reservation "this includes dinner tonight in our restaurant which is quite nice; it's for two persons though." "But I don't know anyone here?" Sarah sighed.

She became aware of another woman in the lobby as she stood up and turned to her. "Sarah, I'm Ellen."

Sarah spun around on her toes as Ellen made her announcement. Breathing came hard, after many very erotic email chats, she was now face to face with her favorite cyberlover. "Hi" she stammered, feeling faint. Ellen broke the ice "I intended the dinner reservation to be for the two of us, but if you would rather?." "I'm sorry" Sarah said softly "I was taken by surprise; I think I would like that very much." Ellen asked "Can we meet here at 8?" Sarah nodded, blushing deeply.

Sarah found her room, set her bag on the bed, kicked her shoes off and all but danced around the room. She now was so glad she decided to come. The city was beautiful, the most romantic in the world she thought ? and her online lover had arranged it all. On the other hand, Sarah was feeling a bit terrified by this situation. So much passion had passed between them online, and now it was real.

Speaking of that. Sarah looked at her watch; she needed to hurry if she was going to meet Ellen on time. She slipped off the clothes she had traveled off and made for the shower. She stopped a minute as she passed the full length mirror and studied herself. She was pretty confident that Ellen would like what she would see. As she stepped into the shower a vagrant thought crossed her mind. She couldn't wait to see what Ellen looked like in the shower.

"Where did that thought come from?" she thought. Perhaps it was the moment when Ellen's look gave away the desire behind her eyes. A strange tingle ran down Sarah's body, remembering that look. Sarah finished her quick shower and hurried to dress. When she looked through her underwear she picked skimpy black lace panties and wiggled into her blue cocktail dress that Ellen liked so much. She fixed her makeup, pulled on a pair of heels and checked the time. It was time to meet Ellen. Sarah smiled; she was now warming to her adventure, sure that is was going to be fun.

As Ellen dressed for dinner, she chose sheer black panties and a thin bra; she had picked a small restaurant where they could have a quiet dinner. She was strongly attracted to Sarah, and thought that a fling with a new woman was what she needed. But then all this anticipation cogitation might be irrelevant; she knew very little about Sarah, and Susan might be horrified at the idea of any physical intimacy with a woman she only knew in cyberspace.

Get dressed, she thought. She found a short grey skirt, and drew it up her legs and thighs and hips. She decided to wear a short skirt, a grey pin-striped jacket, a sleeveless white button down silk blouse. A black scarf around her neck completed her outfit. She checked her watch: they'd arranged to meet in the hotel lobby at eight, and it was time to go.

Sarah hurried down the hall and into the rickety elevator. She didn't want to keep Ellen waiting. It just seemed important to make a good impression by being on time. She stepped out of the elevator as it wheezed to a halt and gasped as she saw Ellen. Her blouse let her nipples poke through and they were already visible. Ellen was taller than Sarah expected. Ellen turned and smiled at Sarah, "Is that the dress? She asked. Sarah nodded. Goosebumps and a familiar tingle stole over her as Ellen's eyes seemed to travel completely over her body. Seized by a sudden impulse, Sarah winked at Ellen and whispered "Do you like it in person?"

Ellen smiled softly and offered Sarah her arm. "You look lovely." Ellen escorted Sarah out to the street where a taxi was waiting. She gave the driver directions then told Sarah about the restaurant. On the way they talked. It was the usual 'getting to know each other' chatter. They discovered they both enjoyed jazz and Ellen mentioned a lovely little bar she had been to before and suggested after dinner they go there. Sarah thought again how happy she was. At the same time there seemed to be a strange undercurrent in their conversation. Sarah felt that the attraction they found online was now becoming a physical attraction.

When they reached the restaurant Ellen paid the driver and got out first. It seemed only natural for her to offer Sarah her hand as she slid across the seat. As she climbed out, Sarah felt her dress ride all the way up until her panties were showing. She looked up to see Ellen's eyes fixed on her legs.

As they waited to be seated Sarah could feel her dampness; it was Ellen's look at her panties that piqued her arousal. She looked at Ellen and realized her hand was still on Ellen's arm. As they chatted their way through dinner and a bottle of wine, Ellen felt a growing sexual attraction toward Sarah, but she wasn't certain if Sarah felt the same way. What she did know was that she wanted to be in bed with Sarah. She felt a sudden lust when she saw Sarah's exposed panties.

And now, as they dined, Sarah's dress showcased her small but perfectly shaped breasts and visible nipples. Ellen couldn't take her eyes away. She imagined Sarah's body, the legs and thighs she had already seen, and then her breasts. She chatted with Sarah about her work, while in her mind she imagined the two of them locked in a torrid embrace.

Sarah excused herself to find the ladies' room. She leaned on the vanity, staring in the mirror. She held her lipstick in her right hand, poised to touch her lips, but couldn't her hand was shaking too much. It was clear that Ellen was attracted to her; more than that, Sarah now knew that she was attracted to Ellen. Sarah recapped her lipstick without using it. She turned to the door. As she reached for it, Ellen came in. They stood looking at each other, their faces inches apart. Ellen stammered "I just wanted to see if you were alright." "Yes," said Sarah, her eyes avoiding Ellen's. She lifted her head. "I think," she hesitated. "I think I want to go back to the hotel now."

The entire ride back was spent in silence. Their thoughts were interrupted by the cab's sudden stop. Inertia threw both women back against the seat, and against each other. Sarah was conscious of nothing except Ellen's body. Sarah managed to lean forward, paying the fare. She turned her head towards Ellen. All she could do was look deep in the exquisite pair of eyes locked on hers. She felt Ellen's warm breath on her face and then her lips as they kissed.

Sarah closed her eyes in sheer bliss as Ellen's lips slid over hers. Sarah moaned. Her left hand slid around Ellen's neck, pulling her closer. She tilted her head and both women's lips parted. The cough of the taxi driver interrupted them. Sarah's eyes snapped open, filled with a sudden panic. Scrambling backwards, she reached blindly for the door handle and all but fell out of the cab as the door opened. Regaining her footing, she fled into the hotel, running up the stairs to her room. She fumbled the door to her room open, closed it behind her and leaned against it.

Her mind whirled. What was she doing? An online affair was one thing, but to pursue it in real life? All she wanted to do was smother Ellen in kisses, see their clothes fall to the floor, see them fall to the bed locked one to the other. She shook her head to clear it. Her breathing slowed. Time to concentrate, she told herself. You know what you want and what she wanted was Ellen.

She walked slowly down the hallway to Ellen's room. Her heart in her throat, she tried the doorknob. It was unlocked. She slipped inside and closed the door softly behind her. Sarah caught her breath. Ellen was standing on the balcony, her back to the room. She was framed by the lights from the street. Her jacket was tossed over a chair, but other than that she was still fully dressed. Sarah felt behind her, closed the door and clicked the door lock. Ellen stiffened for an instant but did not turn around.

One slow step at a time Sarah walked towards the other woman. She paused when she reached the chair Ellen's jacket was on. Sarah slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let her dress fall to the floor. She clearly saw Ellen tremble at the soft noise. She picked up her dress and carefully laid it across the jacket. Wearing only her black panties, Sarah stepped to Ellen, brushed the hair away from the back of her neck and kissed her. She slipped her arms around Ellen and rested the side of her face on the other woman's back as she pulled herself close.

Ellen turned in Sarah's arms and kissed her. Their arms around each other for the first intense contact, mouth against mouth, the kiss consumed them, a lasting kiss, a brief respite, then another long kiss. Ellen was overwhelmed by excitement. The feel of Sarah's body in her arms was marvelous. Her mouth had a sweet taste. The scent of her hair, her perfume, excited Ellen, more intensely than anything she'd felt in years.

She held Sarah's face in her hands and kissed Sarah's eyes. "Don't say a word," Ellen whispered. "Not yet." She dropped to her knees and pulled Sarah's panties down to mid-thigh and began to kiss her way up Sarah's inner thighs. She could hear the sudden intake of Sarah's breath as she breathed in the musky scent of her sex. After a few minutes, Ellen pulled her face away and rose. She led Sarah to an upholstered chair, urged her to sit.

Sarah watched in silence as Ellen undressed, removed everything until she was naked. She cupped her breasts in her hands, brushed her nipples with her palms, then returned to Sarah and knelt before her. Their eyes met once more, so much expressed in the silence, nothing heard but their breathing and an occasional noise from the city outside the window. Then Sarah's eyes narrowed and she seemed to understand. Ellen sat on her haunches as Sarah slumped back in the chair and lifted her legs over the upholstered arms. Her eyes sultry, Sarah slid her hands down over the insides of her thighs before she pulled her hands away to cover her sex.

Unable to remain passive any longer, Ellen touched Sarah's ankles, then slowly ran her hands up her shapely legs, down the insides of her smooth thighs to her groin. Their hands met, their eyes locked, and then Sarah pulled her hands away and left herself to Ellen.

With a gentle tug at Sarah's waist, Ellen urged her to slide forward on the seat of the chair a bit and then pull her knees even further back. Now Sarah was completely exposed, everything visible, her flexed thighs pulling her labia apart exposing her pinkness, a faint blush in her face as everything was revealed to Ellen's eyes.

Ellen again began her approach by kissing the inside of Sarah's thighs. Sarah's sex looked wet, her lips gaping. Her clitoris remained covered by its hood, but the flesh around it looked engorged. Ellen moved closer and started licking her, first lightly over the outer lips, then down again, lower down to the perineum, the sparse hairs around Susan's anus, then back again to her slit and up to the hood of her clitoris. Then Ellen moved her face in still closer, pressed her open mouth against Sarah's pussy, a light grazing at first, then more pressure, grinding a bit, then sucking all of her into her mouth, the flaps of Sarah's labia sucked in between Ellen's teeth, Ellen's tongue extended to scour the opening of Sarah's vagina.

Ellen's mouth pressed against Sarah's clitoris, she sucked it between her teeth into her mouth and then massaged the bud with her tongue. Then down to the vaginal opening, her mouth on it, her tongue scooping the fluids, sucking and swallowing. Ellen pulled back and gazed at the Sarah's pouting pussy, wetness everywhere, her clitoris now out of its hood, the lips unfurled and gaping. Ellen let the flat of her tongue slide all the way up the groove of her pussy to the tip of her clitoris.

When Sarah groaned and pulled at her hair, Ellen's fingers pushed the hood of Sarah's clit back to expose the little nub. Finally she again sucked her nub into her mouth, fastened her lips on it and tugged at it as she pressed her mouth and chin more forcefully into Sarah's crotch and vigorously shook her face to bring Sarah to orgasm.

Sarah cried out, her thighs trembling, Ellen kept her mouth locked on Sarah's, her lips sucking hard at her clitoris, two fingers now sliding into Sarah's pulsing vagina to feel her contractions. Finally, as Sarah's spasms lessened, Ellen fingers moved up to lightly massage Sarah's trimmed bush gently bringing her down from her orgasm.