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the red shirt  

lucasinbuda 43M
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4/8/2018 5:25 am
the red shirt


walking around place de la Madeleine, I feel lonely, not just alone but lonely. Ive made this trip before but somehow it feels wrong to leave the comfort of my home 300 kms away to be here, prepared for my meeting tomorrow another 200kms further west in the dullest part of France.

the cobblestones reflect the lights of bars and restaurants and clubs around, the city is drying up after the big thunderstorm of earlier today. The temperature is still pretty good, but makes me feel sweaty.

utterly bored and not knowing what to do after my dinner in the restaurant, and not willing to go to bed already i walk circles around my hotel, bigger and bigger through the 8th arrondissement of Paris. The bigger the circles get, the more the environment starts to look like a classier version of the red light district in Amsterdam I got to know so well with the help of my friends. although, more than window shopping I have not done there. Yes, there are strip clubs, but somehow in french it seems more elegant. The neon signs are more and more red and become more and more provocative the further i stray from my hotel.

One sign says “Burlesque”. I’m not very well acquainted with the french erotic night scene, but i’ve seen Moulin Rouge a few times so i think i know what i can expect here. although i never been inside a club like this and i would not know how to behave, i find myself walking towards the entrance. A big bulky guy at the door looks at me once, then twice. In my jeans and t-shirt i don’t look like the normal audience i suppose that comes to these kind of places, but i slip him 10 euros and he lets me in. Behind the door i find myself in a new world. Full of red velvet, old fashioned lamps on the wall that i remember from my grandmothers house. a flirtatious girl behind a window tells me “vingt euro” and i slip the 20 euros through the small opening, this is becoming an expensive night and i haven’t even had a drink yet. Her head nots to her left, my right towards a curtain. When i approach the curtain another unusually large man opens it and i suddenly here the music playing. The curtain had muffled all sounds before. Its not just music, also cheers of mostly man and<b> singing </font></b>by female voices. Its the kind of music i recognize from the movies, big band style, lots of horns, playful music.

i walk through the curtain and find myself unexpectedly surprised by what i see. It’s exactly what i expected and somehow I didn’t expect that. A stage with light bulbs at the front, small round tables with wooden chairs all filled with a predominately male audience, a bar to the right with 4 or 5 well trained, very fit men in sleeveless shirts, showing of their muscled arms, wearing tophats, preparing drinks which they hand of to hardly dressed waitresses who bring the drinks to the different tables where men welcome them with large tips and eyes that ask for a whole lot more than just the drinks.

on the stage there are 5 ladies in even less clothes doing a version of the cancan.

i make my way to the bar where there are a few seats free. I choose the middle of 3 free seats and sit down. A muscular guy comes up to me and ask me “comment ca va?, voulez vous pour boire?” My french is not so good, but i know he wants to know how Im doing and what i want to drink. I respond by asking for a beer. I turn my seat to the stage and watch the girls do their routine, it’s exactly like in the movies and i enjoy that fact a lot. Its not often you get a life action movie performance. The bartender puts a beer on the bar and yells an amount, i have no idea what it was, so i just slip him my credit card and tell him to hold it until i leave, i might be here for a while.

I’m enjoying the performance while sipping my beer, a smile on my face, this evening is turning out to be less dull than expected. when the performers go off the stage for a quick change of clothes, i turn to the waiter and ask if its still ok to smoke in this place, he points me to another section of the club, behind some glass panes i can see some people smoking. I tell him to watch my beer and make my over walking around all the tables with guys and a few girls who are discussing the performance they just saw and from what i can tell in my limited french which girl they would like to take home most. I walk through the door of this smoking area and it stinks, i reconsider and turn around, back to the bar where my beer is waiting.

the chair to the left of the one in front of my beer is now taken by a man. He looks sophisticated in his linnen suit with lapel and everything, i even see a matching hat on the bar and some brownish, probably strong drink in a glass in front of him. I sit down in my chair and continue to sip my beer while the ladies on stage start their version of “Diamonds are a girls best friend”. Its really like in the movies and i enjoy it a lot.

I feel some movement behind me and look over my shoulder. A girl in tight leather pants and a short top that leaves her belly uncovered has sat down on the last free chair. Her brown hair reaches her cheekbones. she looks naturally slim and something about her presence just shines confidence, not arrogance like she knows how beautiful she is, but confidence from being told over and over by many different men and women. Like she started to believe it although she can’t really see or believe it herself.

i say hello and while she replies she looks away. I’m never one for getting into anything with anyone while on a business trip and this has served me well so far. However, the short interaction has also alerted the other man to the presence of this young lady and he seems more proactive. He looks again, and a third time, downs his drink, puts on his hat and stands up. Walking around me he immediately puts his hand on the bare back of the girl. As many times before, no matter how attractive she is, i feel i spoiled my change already and i turn to the stage again. over my shoulder i can hear their conversation. He tries in french but she replies she doesn’t speak french, some type of eastern European accent i can hear in her answer. The guy tries in broken Italian-English to ask her if she has been in Paris before and if he can show her around. I can only imagine the look she gives him, her answer doesn’t sound like she appreciates the invite. The Italian keeps trying but her answers get shorter and shorter to the point where she just doesn’t answer anymore while he keeps talking.

I turn around to empty my beer and ask for another one when i see her desperately looking at me, rolling her eyes. I smile to her. i turn my head away and suddenly back, pretending i just saw someone i haven’t see for ages.

Yulia, i yell, is that you?

she replies with a big smile on her face, “Yes, is that you Mike!?”

with an ever bigger smile i say, yeah, i almost didn’t recognize you!, how are you doing and what are you doing here?

the Italian guy looks annoyed, he sees his evening sex going down the drain. He moves to another seat at the bar with a disgusted look on his face.

she says “thank you for saving me, the guy just didn’t want to give up”

i say, i had a feeling that was the case, happy to help, enjoy your evening and i turn away again to the stage. My new beer arrives and i ask the girl if i can buy her a drink as well. I hold my hands up showing i don’t expect anything from it. “Hey, i’m just trying to be a gentleman, and your glass seems empty, if i don’t buy you one quick, that guy will come back and i’m guessing you don’t want that. She shrugs her shoulders and says she will leave soon anyway, it’s getting late for her. “well, that was a short visit for you?” then she explains she just came of the stage, had changed and just wanted a drink before going home. “Ok, i understand that, i usually don’t hang around my office after work either, but, and again, i don’t mean anything by it, It’s my first time in a place like this and i have a deep appreciation for what you girls are doing on that stage, so kudoos!” She smiles, “you’re sweet, you can buy me a drink” I wave the barkeeper over and she orders some french cocktail. We chat a little about dancing and living in Paris. She tells me she has a tiny apartment not too far from here and has been here for about 6 months now, happy that the summer is coming.

I finish my beer. “I’m going to go back to my hotel, have a lovely evening, next time i’m in Paris, i’ll get here earlier so i can see you on stage”

I request my credit card back, pay, give the girl a kiss on her cheek, and stand up.

I walk back to my hotel and up the stairs to my room. I grab a beer out of the minibar open the door to my tiny balcony. My room is on the first floor facing the streets, but it’s not too noisy. I have to get up early tomorrow anyway, so it’s not a big deal. Standing on the balcony i light a cigarette, i lean with my elbows on the balustrade. I stare in the distance without actually looking anywhere. Reminiscing on the show i saw today, thinking ahead of my meeting tomorrow and what to do with life in general.

Suddenly i hear a yell from the street. A certain petite figure with a leather jacket, red shirt that leaves her belly uncovered points in my direction. I point to myself “me?” i mime. She says yes, you, you didn’t tell me you stayed so close. I tell her it didn’t come up in conversation. She asks me if she can come up for a nightcap. I find myself thinking that it’s rather forward, but my improv teacher told me to never ever so no, so i walk inside, grab the key to my room and through it down to her and tell her to make her way up.

I’m still on the balcony when i hear the door open. I throw my cigarette down to the street and turn around. I can see her throw her jacket and handbag on the bed, open the minibar and takes out a beer, open it and take a sip. In this light and little distance i can see how nice her leather pants fit around her legs, appreciate how her stomach looks, nice and flat with a slight hint of muscles. That dancing must be a pretty good workout. She slowly walks of to me and leans next to me against the balustrade. She takes another sip and says “i never thanked you properly in there, there are so many creeps out there”.

“It was my pleasure, always happy to help a damsel in distress.”

she nudges me with her shoulder

“chivalry is not dead apparently.”

we both take a sip of our beer, there is a silence. We look at each other, there is a twinkle in her eyes, maybe in mine as well. we both lean in, pause for a moment when our lips are about to touch. Then they touch, they feel soft, warm. Our mouths open a little, a hint of tongue. I reach with my hand to remove some of her hair from her cheek and than hold my hand on her neck. She puts a hand on my hip and i start holding in my stomach. It’s a natural instinctive reaction. My stomach is never as tight as i would like it to be.

she moves in front of, pushing her body into mine, I can feel her breasts against my chest, it feels like she isn’t wearing a bra. I put both of my hands on the small of her back, and move them slowly up as we keep on kissing. My hands reach her shoulder blades without detecting any obstacle, no bra it is. This is turning me on even more. Somehow i love lingerie but when a girl doesn’t feel the need to wear a bra it hints at a liberated mind and i like that as it’s pretty alien to me. She takes her lips away from mine and starts to kiss my neck, moving my long hair away. my hands move downwards again and just before the edge of her pants they move to the side and they stay on her hips. She stops kissing my neck and looks at me, there is a confused look on her face. I can only guess she expected my hands to just keep going down. “I told you, I’m a gentleman” and i wink. I pull her tighter to me and kiss her again. She is pulling back, but i hold her close to me, we move away from the edge of the balcony, through the double doors. we stumble into the hotel room and further towards the bed. When we reach the bed, she sits down, puts her hands on my hips, moving them up under my shirt, my belly tightens again. She reaches all the way up to my chest and starts kissing me just above the each of my jeans. I have my hands on her shoulders and let out a deep sigh. She looks up with a big smile on her face. she starts to play with my belt, trying to remove it, it takes a few moments but then she succeeds. I take off my shirt while she unbuttons my jeans and wants to reach in and although it’s pretty tight in there, i pull her hands back. Put my arms underneath hers and pull her further on the bed. I land next to her on the bed, hover over her with my face close to hers. my hand rests on her bare stomach. I take a moment to look at her. She is gorgeous. A little birthmark on the right side of her mouth. I kiss her softly, but passionately. My hand moves underneath her shirt. her hand moves across my back while her other hand moves through my hair. My hand founds a soft nipple on top of what feels to be a nice small, but perfectly shaped breast. The nipple hardens under my touch. She moans softly and presses her hips against mine. She moves her hand away from my hair and tries to reach into my underwear. I move my hips away. Teasing her, she wants to know what hides away in my underwear, but i feel i want this to last, not to move to fast. I move her shirt up, i want her breasts to be revealed to me, she moves her body to help and wants to help me take the shirt of. At the moment she has her arms above her head with the shirt over her face i grab both arms with one hand and hold them there. The shirt is covering her nose and eyes, she lets out a giggle and my mouth moves to her neck. i kiss her just behind her ear, let my tongue run over her ear. kiss her cheek softly while my chest softly rubs her naked breasts. i keep hold of her arms while my mouth is moving down. i kiss her collarbone, down her arm a little bit before i switch back again to her torso. my kisses run just underneath her breast and between them up again back to her mouth. We kiss again, now stronger, more animalistic. I suddenly stop, my right hand grabs her hip, just above the edge of her pants. I look down her body and see to perfectly round nipples, a little hard, a small birthmark underneath her right breast. the nipples seem to be longing for some more attention and i lick around the right one, she is moving her body more and more, trying to place her nipple in my mouth but i avoid it, teasing her. my right hand holds her down and when she finally relaxes her body, i move my mouth very close to the nipple, breath over it, she moans and i wrap my tongue around it. She sighs even deeper. I feel the nipple becoming very hard. She arches her back. I move to the other breast and give that nipple the same treatment. she breathing heavily.

I tell her to stay like this and move between her legs, my body hovering over hers. We kiss again and i can feel she has given in to me and awaiting and enjoying what is happening and the idea of what might come next. I again start kissing her neck, move down a bit quicker. I put my hands on her breasts while my lips move down between them. I kiss her from left to right along the edge of her ribcage. Sitting on my knees between her legs she tries to rub her pants against mine. I keep going down and lick her navel, a little below it, her hip bones are sticking out above the edge of the leather pants. Her stomach shines a little of my saliva in the small lights of the hotel room. Her pants are closed by a little leather string. I pull on it and the knot unravels, letting go of some of the tension, opening her jeans a little bit. I fold her pants back a little and kiss part of her stomach that was hidden before. I can smell a slightly familiar smell. No woman i have been with has smelled the same, but there is something unmistakably similar to the smell of a woman who’s turned on. i keep kissing newly revealed skin while i mover her pants further down. the pale skin reflects beautifully against the blue bedspread. She lifts her hips so i can pull her pants further down and something surprises me. It’s not often i meet a woman who’s not wearing underwear. I’m liking it a lot. She wraps her legs around me and kicks off her shoes before putting her feet back on the bed. I stand up while pulling her pants with me. Before my lays a woman with glistering lips, both sets. She runs her tongue along her lips to keep them wet, they dry quickly with her heavy breathing and anticipation.

I kneel down again between her legs, kiss her stomach. i move to the inside of her left thigh. Halfway i kiss her passionately while i push her legs as wide open as i can. I kiss slowly towards the middle. skipping over the middle and to her other thigh. She moans slightly disappointed. moving down towards the center again. I kiss the outside of her lips. Move my tongue over her venus and down the other lip, staying strictly on the outside of them. she groans deeper each time i switch side. now i’m just switching side across her lips, barely touching the inside lips. She is spreading her legs as much as she can, every now and then raising her hips when i cross her lips in the hopes i will touch her right in the middle. Each time i cross i touch the inside a little more with my tongue, but it’s only making her anticipation worse. I take a little break, breath warmly over the center. Take a good look at this perfect proportioned vagina. It’s pink color has become darker, the inner lips are pushing the outer lips further out, opening like flower, awaiting. i place my hands on either side of this gorgeous female organ, place my tongue at the lower edge of it and slowly run it in between her lips up to the clitoris. She breaths in the entire time i’m moving my tongue up. When i reach her slightly hidden clit i just hold my tongue against it, increasing the pressure before i finish my lick. She shudders when i release the pressure and lets out the biggest moan so far. I place my tongue again against the bottom and move up again, a little faster this time. My hands move up and i place them over her breasts. With each time i move my tongue from the bottom to the top i squeeze her breasts softly. She keeps breathing heavily. I’m starting my licks a little higher each time until i’m only licking her clit, my tongue is running little circles around it. i move one hand down and reach underneath her so i can lift her hips with each circle i make. i can feel her lubricant dripping on my hand and i can’t help smiling. In my humble opinion this is the biggest compliment a man can get. My tongue is now moving across her clit, barely touching it from left to right, but never losing contact. This arouses her possibly even more. she is pushing her hips into me even more now. i don’t need to lift her hips anymore and take the opportunity to pull my hand out from underneath her. I stick my forefinger in my mouth to wet it quickly, i smile realizing this is not really necessary. i place it on her entrance and while my tongue keeps moving from side to side i slide my finger in her slowly. It feel warm and welcoming. Her moans change to actual sounds, maybe half words. when my finger is about halfway in i start to search for the part i’ve been taught to be the female g-spot. I find the spongy bit and apply pressure to it. She now starts to misbehave. she has freed her arms and places one hand on the back of head, and the other grabs my hand that is still squeezing her breast, apply a stronger grip and i obey by squeezing her breast more tightly. The finger that’s inside is being squeezed as well, i try to move a second finger inside but it’s pretty tight. I manage to be able to apply pressure to her g-spot with two fingers, my fingers are covered in her wetness. the hand on the back of my head is pushing me harder on her clit and i start licking her clit with more intend. the added force applied is not missing it’s effect, she’s is squeezing my head between her thighs. her hand lets go of my hand and grabs the blue bed sheet. she is breathing without making a sound, squeezing my head, my fingers. the rhythm of the squeezing inside her is speeding up, she holds her breath and just a few moments later releases all the build up energy with a sound that i would describe as an cavewoman expressing of pure joy, i keep doing what i do to make her orgasm last as long as i can. after what seems like minutes i can feel her body relax again and i slowly move my fingers out of her and stop licking her. I move away from that precious pussy, from between her legs and lay down next to her. Her face is sweaty. Her eyes are closed. I put a hand on her stomach, give her little kiss on her cheek. She opens her eyes, looks at me, wants to say something, but seems to have lost the ability to speak.

“it was my pleasure” i say with a gigantic smile on my face.

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