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My name's Ron. Eight years ago, the pharmaceutical company I work
for sent me to France to work in the exhibit hall at an international
convention. The company had just come up with some intestinal surgery drug
and my coworker Steve and I were part of the sales team. Our chemist was one
of the speakers. After the first convention day, that evening Steve and I
walked over to the popular discotheque. It had sprung up in the middle of
the hotel district, and so it was the perfect place to meet women. Not that
it would do us any good. Our cheap-ass company put me and Steve in the same
hotel room, so it's not like we could bring a girl back for some night moves.
You had to figure if she was willing to come back, she wanted to put some
moves on of her own. You know what I mean. The discotheque was still better
than hanging around the hotel room watching Jerry Lewis movies or sitting at
the boring hotel bar. We entered the place and were greeted by a pounding
wall of sound. We wound our way through the labyrinth of people. We were
lucky to snatch up a table near the dance floor that had just cleared. In no
time, a waitress showed up and we ordered a couple of beers. "Wow!" I
yelled to Steve through the noise. "Huh?" he yelled back. "I said this
place is Wow!" "Yeah! It's incredible," he said his eyes focusing on
the crowd. I followed Steve's gaze. Yep, a tall, leggy blonde that had
some cleavage showing was on the other side of the dance floor talking to two
of her girlfriends. Always the type Steve went for. "I'm gonna..."
said Steve. "Go for it," I interrupted, letting him know he didn't have
to explain. I was fine by myself. I watched Steve traverse around the dance
floor over to the ladies and smoothly insert himself into the conversation.
The waitress showed up with the beers, and I slowly took a sip of mine as she
left. It was good to relax. The day was too long. I sighed and
smiled with an inner happy feeling of peace. "Hi, mind if I sit down?"
I turned my head to the left. A woman in a short, slinky, shiny, black
dress was standing by me. She had short brown hair. She didn't have much in
the way of breasts, but an attractive face, and nice legs. She was tall.
About 5' 10" but she didn't have that skinny model look, but she didn't look
heavy either. Just in shape. She looked to be about 22 years old. Only a
couple of years younger than me. Being a guy, I did this entire evaluation
in less than a second. "Please," I said, smiling. I truly just welcomed
the conversation. Sure Steve was my best friend, but even best friend's wear
on you after a while. "My name's Monica" "Ron," I replied.
"What are you doing in France?" she asked, opening a conversation. "A
pharmaceutical convention. Better drugs for better living," I joked. "What
are you here for?" "Business," she said. "TFO" "TFO?" " I can't
tell you specifics, so just leave it at that." "Sure," I said
shrugging. And I did just that. I didn't ask. We quickly whiled away a
half hour talking about everything and nothing. Something was enchanting
about this woman. Suddenly Steve sat down and broke me from Monica's
spell. I looked over to him. He shrugged his shoulders indicating
he'd struck out. "This is Monica," I introduced. "Steve," he
answered and they awkwardly shook hands. Steve's gaze immediately returned
to scanning the crowd, looking for the next pretty woman to catch his eye.
"Do you want to get out of here?" she asked me. I paused
imperceptibly. "Yea!" I nodded. I nudged Steve. "We're
gonna take off" He gave me a knowing look as he saw Monica stand up.
"Bye" His eyes suddenly locked onto a brunette at the bar wearing a dress
with a plunging v-neck that ended at her navel. I didn't think he really
noticed Monica and me leave.
We weaved through the crowd and out onto the street. We talked about
our likes and dislikes of France. She snuggled into me and I wrapped my arm
around her waist. This was very nice. As though we were long-time lovers
We walked along the sidewalk. Where you would turn left toward the
inexpensive to moderate hotels where I was staying, she turned right toward
the ritzy area. I immensely enjoyed our leisurely stroll. We walked a
couple more blocks and I saw Le Magnifique Grande across the street. The
premiere hotel in the area. She guided us across the street toward the
hotel. Maybe she wanted to catch a better glimpse of it. The doorman eyed
me as if I was trash, but apparently being with sexy woman like Monica was
enough to let me in. We stepped into the elevator. "Are you staying
here?" I said in surprise. "Yes." She punched in some numbers on the
elevator keypad and up we rose. I didn't pay attention to how high the
elevator rose. I just stared at this beautiful lady I had my arm around. We
stepped off the elevator and there was only one hotel room door. That's odd,
I thought. She punched in some more access numbers and the door unlocked.
She opened it and we stepped in. Holy Cow! The city lights sparkled
through the panoramic view from way up here. A large concave window took up
a quarter of the room and looked out over the city. It was awe-inspiring.
She was staying in the penthouse of the finest hotel in the area. The
top of the top. Just what did she do? What was TFO? "I gotta pee," she
excused herself. "Feel free to look around" She went through a
bedroom door and I quickly scanned around her living area. But my eyes were
attracted to the magnificent view. From here you could see all. It was
amazing and beautiful. "How do you like this view?" I turned
around. My mouth fell open. She stood there naked in the doorway. She
was very awe-inspiring herself. Her nipples stood out erect on her small,
firm tits. The carpeting on her pussy matched the drapes on her head, so her
hair color was natural. I walked toward her. She backed into her
bedroom. I went through the door. She was standing just in front of
her super king-size bed. I walked up to her, put my arms around her waist,
lowered my head and took her right tit into my mouth. I sucked her nipple
hard making it further erect. Her hands came up to my head and loosely held
my head against her breast. She gently kneaded my hair. She sighed. My
mouth slid down to her minor cleavage and then up the gentle slope of her
left tit. I sucked that nipple into my mouth to give it equal time.
"Mmmm," she murmured. She pushed my shoulders back disengaging me from her
tit and then deftly pulled my shirt up and off me. She sank to her knees and
silently loosened my belt, undid the button to my denim jeans. My zipper
never sounded louder as she lowered it. I kicked off my shoes to help
removal as she began to lower my jeans. She rubbed her hand over the tented
cloth of my boxers and an electric charge jolted through my body. She put
her hands under the elastic and pulled off my underwear and my pants. I
stepped out of my clothing. I'm an average "tool" man. An average tool
for an average man. She took it into her mouth. Her hot steaminess bathed
my cock. She bobbed her head on my cock. She expertly used her tongue on my
shaft. It felt as if she could wrap her tongue around my cock head I
gasped. The pleasure was intense. "Ummmm" I told her. "Ahhh," I
elaborated, as my shoulder and neck involuntarily raised up. It felt so
great. I couldn't understand why I didn't just instantly come. She
stood up. I looked down at my cock. It was soaked. I didn't remember it
going into her mouth that way. "Lay back on the bed," she said. I
eagerly climbed onto the bed in anticipation. I propped my head up with a
pillow. I laid in the middle of the bed. Once I was comfortable, she got on
the bed and crawled on hands and knees up to me. My hard, erect cock was
like a flag pole telling her where to go. Oh, how I was ready for her to
capture the flag! She let my cock rub against her cleavage as she
moved forward and finally against her pussy. She was over me. I was about
to touch her, when she pushed up and was squatting on her feet. Her pussy
was just millimeters above my cock. She reached down and took hold of my
cock and slowly lowered herself on to me. She slightly adjusted my cock,
bent her knees a little more to lower herself more, and then I entered her
pussy. Her eyes had this astoundingly beautiful expressiveness I
hadn't notice before as she took in my cock. I can't explain it. Just a
sharp clarity, I hadn't seen. She squatted down until she slowly and
gently sunk my entirety into her warmth. "Unhh." A slight sound
escaped her lips, as she bottomed on my shaft. She started to slowly raise
up again. Then I noticed her legs again. Sure, they were shapely like I
said before, but they were muscular. Powerful even. Her legs were in
superior physical condition. She just had my cock head inside her when
she slowly started to slide back down. "Unnhh," she said in a whisper
when she again had all of me inside her. I watched her. We were only
touching each other by cock and pussy. She used leg strength and balance for
us to fuck this way. I didn't have any complaints. It felt great being
inside her pussy and I didn't care how we fucked. I just want to fuck.
She continued to slowly ride my cock. She let out a little moan on every
down thrust. I was glad I propped up my head. It was exciting to see my
cock continually get swallowed up by her pussy. "UnNhh," she moaned.
Her legs were powerful. She continued this slow movement for over ten
minutes. "Unnnh." Downstroke. I didn't realize it until after the
fact, but she wasn't always gobbling me up at the same slow pace. She was
gradually, so subtly, maybe covertly would be a good word, increasing her
pace on my cock. "UNhhhh," she moaned. She breathed in deep and arched
back her head slightly on that down thrust. She was moving medium-slow now.
"Unhhhhhhhhhhh," she said breathily. I realized she was also getting
continually louder. After another five minutes, we were fucking at a
medium speed. She released a clearly audible, raspy, sexy "UUnnnhHh" with
every stroke now. Damn, she was a hot woman. Beads of perspiration
were collecting on her breasts which gave them a beautiful glossy look.
Sweat. She was human after all. Downstroke. "Unnnnhhhhhh!" she
grunted Downstroke. "Unnnnhhhhhh!" Downstroke. "Unnnnhhhhhh!"
Another five minutes and she was starting to shift up into the next gear.
The slow simmer at the bottom of my cock was being moved to boiling and its
eventual release. "UNNH!" she cried out. Wow, she was a loud one.
She spread her arms out spread-eagle to help keep her balance as she
kicked into overdrive. "UNNNNHHH!" she screamed. An ear-piercer. I
couldn't be distracted by her loud grunts. Her rapid movement on my cock had
me enraptured. "Oh, my. Oh, my. Oh, my," I uncontrollably babbled as my
ecstacy was soon to become complete. "UUUUUUUNNHHHHH!!!" Holy Cow!
She was so loud. It was a good thing there was only one room on this floor.
Everyone would hear. I could feel it inside me. I was about to come. I
loosely took hold of each of her tits and my arms rode with her as she
powered my cock. "UNNNNNH-UNNNNHHH" she shrieked on her downstroke. I
noticed a tremor vibrate through her body starting at her pussy.
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" The tremor
became a quake and took hold of her body and she spasmed into high bliss.
Her knees finally sank to the bed straddling me. Her orgasm was too strong
and it pushed me over the edge. My cock buried inside her to the hilt shot
my first quick cum deep up inside her pussy and then spewed out the rest of
my load in hard powerful spasms. I think it may have been the biggest and
longest cum I ever had. Thirty minutes of wonderful ecstacy. I think my
cock forgot that its normal state is limp, because it seemed to stay hard
inside her for the longest time. She laid down on top of me and gave me a
long passionate kiss that I enthusiastically returned. She put her head on
my shoulder and I gently placed my hands on her firm ass. My cock finally
lost some of its rigidness and finally shrunk down, but I felt it remain just
within her pussy lips and that was pleasant. Our rapid breathing during
love-making settled down. She fell asleep on top of me and after a short
time I fell asleep also.
I woke up. She had already showered and was already dressed in black
jeans and a plain blue T-shirt. "I have an early meeting," she explained.
She climbed onto the bed and gave me a deep kiss. "I'm glad you
woke before I left," she said. "Thanks for a wonderful night." "My
pleasure," I replied. "Trust me. My pleasure." "You'll need to be out of
here in an hour before they make up the room. They might hassle you it you're
here and I'm not." She walked into the main room and out of my sight. I
heard her getting stuff together. "Bye," she yelled from the other
room. "And thanks again." The outer door opened and closed. I quickly got
dressed. I didn't even have the chance to ask her if I could see her again.
She was happy, the morning after, so that was a promising sign.
I headed back to my hotel. I had to change clothes anyway, so I
figured I'd shower there. Steve had already left for the convention. I was
going to be an hour late. Steve would forgive me for working the convention
alone until I got there if I told him my story from last night. I think he'd
like my story. I got "lucky" as he would crudely say.
I never saw her again. The doorman wouldn't let me into Le
Magnifique Grande. I staked outside the hotel, but I never saw her. I went
back to the discotheque where we met. A couple of beautiful ladies I would
have gone for, showed an interest in me, but they were not my Monica.
Finally, time was up. I waited in an airport sports bar waiting for my
flight back to the States to start boarding. There was a tennis match on in
the background. I didn't care for tennis. Give me baseball. A French
traveller spoke something to the bartender and the TV volume was turned up.
I just sat there with my head down and depressed. I heard a familiar
grunt. "Unh!" There it was again. "Unh!" I looked up and there
was my darling. On TV. 18-year old Monica Seles was on her way to winning
The French Open. I guess you could say I saw her again. I later
theorized that she found a new man to sleep with before every tennis match.
She treats tennis like sex. They've become one and the same for her. That
familiar grunt of hers when she whacks the ball was the same orgasm she had
when having sex. That's why she was such a dominant player. The energy of
her orgasms helped her overpower her opponents. Of course, once that
asshole knifed my precious Monica in the shoulder a couple of years ago, she
hasn't quite been the same dominant player. She still has her grunt, but
since I'm someone who has slept with Monica, I have trained ear for her
grunt. It's not the same grunt. I don't think she fucks guys before matches
anymore. That asshole took away her trust in people. One thing that
can never be taken away is my memory of that one special night with Monica
Seles.
The End.
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