Various Various - Brief Encounters

‘Oh, please …’

But Jake merely gave a low throaty laugh as he cruelly drew his hands away from her breasts. ‘Shameless girl. We’re on our way to a church, you know.’

Kelly whimpered and grabbed his wrists, trying to force his hands down the front of her dress.

Just then the taxi braked to a clumsy stop and the driver said something in French. For a moment Kelly was disorientated. Had he said something rude? Told Jake to bare the little whore’s tits so he could see them? Invited them to fuck in the back seat while he drove them all around Paris?

Ah, no. He’d merely announced their arrival and asked for his fare. He met Kelly’s eyes boldly as she sat up and adjusted her dress. She blew him a goodbye kiss as she climbed out of the cab, her legs now even more unsteady. Her nipples stood out like pebbles and she crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to hide them. A breeze lifted the hem of her skirt and she felt the cool kiss of air against the damp gusset of her knickers. Her flushed arousal would be obvious to anyone who saw her. The thought made her dizzy with lust.

As Jake took her arm and led her away from the kerb they got their first glimpse of the cathedral. The grand gothic façade was imposing and elegant. Intimidating. The towers seemed impossibly high.

‘Wow, you really think we can climb all the way up there? On my shaky little legs?’

‘You’re just trying to get me to take you back to the hotel,’ Jake said, guiding her firmly towards the line of tourists snaking its way along the side of the cathedral. ‘Come on. You need to learn some patience, my girl.’

‘But the queue –’

‘– looks to be moving pretty quickly.’

She knew there was no arguing with him. And she really did want to see the view from the top. She had an old sepia postcard at home showing the cityscape spread out beneath the leering face of one of the cathedral’s famous chimeras. All her life she had dreamed of seeing the same view, of being close enough to touch the strange stone creature that had perched there for centuries.

Jake was right; the queue was moving fast. Twenty people were allowed up at a time and there was clearly a different route down, as there was no two-way jostling through the door. It wasn’t long at all before she and Jake were next. Their bunch included a group of Japanese university students who chattered animatedly behind them, snapping photos with their smartphones and exclaiming over texts they were apparently sending to one another.

It was a long, steep climb up a narrow stone spiral staircase. According to the notice outside, 387 steps was the official count and Kelly was panting for breath by the time they reached the gift shop at the halfway point. Jake was of course unfazed by the exertion. While the rest of their group took the opportunity for a break, he pulled Kelly towards the door to a further stairway.

‘Let’s keep going,’ he said.

Kelly was about to protest but the gleam in his eye told her it might be worth skipping the Victor Hugo display and the souvenirs on offer. And getting ahead of the others.

‘Yes, sir,’ she murmured, wiggling her bottom as she mounted the steps ahead of him. As they climbed he slipped his hand up under her dress, stroking her bottom and sending jolts of pleasure through her every time his fingers grazed her sex.

Along the way she thought of the hunchback capturing the beautiful gypsy Esmeralda and spiriting her away to the top of the bell tower. What wicked, delicious things he might have done to her in unprintable versions of the story.

At last they reached the Galerie des Chimères. As promised, the view was spectacular. A cage of wire mesh encircled the open gallery, as though to protect them from the fantastical creatures perched on the other side. One winged goblin looked bored, sitting with his elbows on the ledge, his head in his hands and his tongue sticking out. Others sat alert and eager, as though ready to leap from the tower.

Kelly squealed with delight when she finally found the one from her postcard. He had a single horn and long bony arms with claws. His back was hunched as he stared down at the tourists below and she imagined his little fanged mouth was drooling with hunger. Or lust.

Weren’t the creatures meant to represent sins? In that case this little guy was definitely the personification of hers. And no sooner had the thought crossed her mind then she felt Jake’s hand slide up under her skirt again, this time with more intent. A quick glance around reassured her that they were alone. The previous group had moved on and they had the narrow walkway to themselves. At least for the moment. She took hold of the mesh and bent forwards, arching her back.

‘Good girl,’ he said.

He lifted her skirt up to her waist and she trembled as he slid his fingers into the elastic of her knickers. They slipped easily down her legs and she closed her eyes, relishing the sensation of being bare in such a prominent and public place. There could be CCTV cameras watching them right now for all she knew.

Jake wedged his knee between her legs, forcing her to spread them. She obeyed instantly, holding her breath as she waited for the touch she’d been begging for all morning. But he was in no hurry.

He slowly drew his fingers up her legs, making her shudder. Gooseflesh stood out across every inch of exposed flesh and she felt her sex moisten even more as he came nearer to the place that was desperate for his touch.

At last Jake’s fingers reached her sex. She gasped as he stroked her pussy lips, carefully circling her clit. Kelly arched her back more, thrusting her bottom towards him. But he wasn’t about to let her be so demanding. He brought his hand down sharply across her bottom, eliciting a yelp. The sudden bright pain faded quickly into pleasure and she moaned, wishing he would do it again.

Her desire must have been obvious. He laughed softly and steadied her with one hand in the small of her back before delivering a series of short sharp smacks to her cheeks. Kelly forgot herself completely and she cried out with each stroke, rattling the wire mesh like the bars of a cage.

When her cheeks were burning with pleasant warmth Jake returned his attention to her sex.

‘My, my,’ he said, ‘someone’s very wet.’

His words made her blush and soon her face was as crimson as she knew her bottom must be. She squirmed, not daring to ask him to fuck her, knowing that was impossible. The rest of their tourist group would be along any minute. But he could make her come. He had to. Not even he could be so cruel as to leave her hungry after the hours of foreplay he’d put her through.

And he wasn’t. He reached up underneath her and pressed his palm right against her sex, moving it in excruciatingly slow circles. He pinched her clit between his fingers and increased the friction, forcing her legs wider apart as he pressed harder and harder against her slippery crease. It didn’t take long.

Kelly bit her lip to keep from screaming as a powerful climax ripped through her and for a moment she thought she might collapse. But Jake held her up with his hand firmly anchored against her sex. The pressure only intensified the spasms of pleasure that surged through her.

As the twinges began to grow fainter, Jake slipped his hand away and stroked her bare bottom. It tingled nicely where he had smacked her. She savoured the barrage of sensations as she stared out across the impossibly beautiful panorama of Paris, at the Seine winding its way towards the Eiffel Tower in the distance, at the thousands of people down there who would never guess what a naughty thing she had just done. Or rather – had done to her.

Just then they heard voices exclaiming brightly in Japanese. Kelly was about to jump up and cover herself but Jake held her firmly in place as she was, bending over, her bare bottom on display.