Jess

We made it to the restaurant just in time. It was indeed an excellent restaurant, and Jess was delighted to be back here after months away back in England. She translated the menu for me and recommended some of her favourite dishes.

As we waited for the food, we discussed how pleased she was to be back here. She told me that it was made even more special by the fact that she was here with me.

I looked around the restaurant, taking in every detail, fixing it in my mind. I didn't want to miss a single thing. I knew I would remember this forever.

I savoured every mouthful of the food, and watched as Jess did the same. Jess' dish included oysters, and she offered me one.

"They're supposed to be aphrodisiacs," she said.

I declined. I've never been very adventurous when it comes to sea food. And, in any case, I didn't need any aphrodisiacs. I had Jess.

After the meal we went for a walk around Paris, Jess pointing out her favourite sights. Although it was now autumn, it was a warm evening. There was nowhere else in the world I wanted to be now that here, with Jess, having her show me her favourite places, talking to me in that lovely accent I'd first heard two years ago to the day.

I of course had no idea where we were, and no idea where the hotel was. Fortunately, when I finally disclosed the name of the hotel, after a quick check on a map, she told me we were quite close.

Soon we arrived at the hotel. The grand frontage was nothing less than I would have expected for the extortionate amount I had paid for a room. Still, she was worth it. I took a deep breath. Now was the moment of truth. I'd planned my little bit of theatre for this moment for weeks. I didn't want her to feel pressured into spending the night with me. I wanted it to be her choice.

"Well," I said, struggling to get out my pre-planned words through my nerves. "We'll get you booked into your room, then I'll head off to my hotel."

Jess looked surprised. "You're... you're not staying here?"

I faked a laugh.

"No," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I couldn't afford two rooms here! I've booked one for you here, and one for me somewhere a bit cheaper."

Jess just looked at me. She had her head tilted to one side slightly, an inquisitive look on her face. She looked at me like that for a good few seconds, trying to work me out.

Then, "OK, then, well, I'll see you tomorrow."

She gave me a smile and started to head up the steps to the entrance.

No, no, that's not how it was supposed to go. Not how it was supposed to go at all. Was she being serious? You never could tell with Jess.

She seemed to be walking up the steps a little more slowly than she would normally walk. She even stopped a couple of times to adjust her bag over her shoulder.

I thought hard. How well did I know Jess? Did she really want to go and spend the night in that luxury room all alone? Or, as with the restaurant, was this something that would be "made even more special" by me being there? I didn't know, but I took a guess.

I ran up the steps after Jess, who by now had gone through the front door. She was sat there in the lobby on one of the plush sofas. As I walked in, she looked up and beamed at me.

"I... I..." I was speechless. I'd never planned for this eventuality. I had no pre-prepared line.

"You... you..." Jess mocked.

I stood there, still speechless.

"You realised that I didn't have any of the booking information and so couldn't book myself into my room without you?" she supplied, still grinning.

"I... erm... yes..." I grabbed at the offered explanation. Then it hit me. Of course it had been a game, a challenge. She couldn't have booked into the room without me. She never expected me to disappear off to another hotel. She'd have been stuck if I had.

I booked us in at the desk, then led the way to our room. I put the key-card in the door and the light flashed green. I pushed the door open, letting Jess walk in ahead of me.

The room was fantastic. It was large and everything was plush and to the highest quality. From the window we had a fantastic view over Paris. In the middle of the room was a kingsize bed.

Jess took a seat on the bed and pulled off her shoes. It seemed like so long ago now that I had presented them to her.

"Well, it's late," she said, yawning. "I'd better get to bed."

She started to pull off her dress, lifting it high enough for me to see her knickers, then stopped and dropped it back down.

"Are you still here?" she said, teasingly. "You'd better be getting to your hotel."

I could tell from the look on her face and her tone that she was joking, and she wanted me to know that.

"Um... yeah..." I responded, pretending to root in my overnight back. "Now where did I put the details?"

Eventually I gave up, feigning defeat.

"I must have forgotten to pack them," I said, trying my best to sound disappointed.

"What's the hotel called?" she asked, a smile on her face.

I searched around my mind for a French word. I could only think of one French phrase, and it didn't sound remotely appropriate for a hotel. But it might make her laugh.

"L' je m'appelle 'otel," I said, putting on an awful French accent (the only kind I can manage).

It had the desired effect. She collapsed into a fit of laughter, tears literally running from her eyes. I laughed too. The joke, coupled with the by now rather obvious revelation it had made (that I had not booked another room) broke the tension.

"I guess," she said, between giggles, "that it would be OK for you to share this room."

"After all," she added, looking at the bed, "there's plenty of room for both of us."

***

I sat on the bed beside her, and she moved herself up closer to me. Our lips met. Her lips felt dry, and I knew mine were too. It was reassuring knowing she was as nervous as I was. She wrapped one arm round me, pulling me closer. We looked into each others' eyes, holding each others' gaze. She had beautiful brown eyes.

I wrapped my own arms around Jess, and we sat there, just kissing, cuddling, enjoying being close to each other. I felt her tongue against my lips. A French kiss. In Paris. What else?

I responded, touching my own tongue against hers, savouring every detail: the feeling, the taste, the closeness between us. I gently pushed my tongue against hers, and she pushed back. I let my tongue slip off hers and onto her lower lip, running my tongue to the corner of her lips.

We sat there for what seemed like ages, just kissing, nothing more, each waiting for the other to take the next step, to take this beyond where we had been before. I could feel my cock starting to harden, and felt embarrassed. I wasn't sure how Jess would react if she noticed.

I decided to try kissing her neck. I'd never had the courage to do that before with her; it had always felt too intimate. I tore myself away from kissing her lips and drew my head back slightly, giving me the opportunity to see her whole face. She was stunningly beautiful, every last feature. Her eyes, looking expectantly at me, wondering why I had stopped kissing, her mouth, turned into the beautiful smile of hers, her hair, still immaculate.

I place my lips on the right side of her neck, not quite sure what to do, just kissing her as gently as I could. She drew in a deep breath, which I took as encouragement, and I kissed her there again. As I kissed her again and again on her neck, moving my kisses around slightly, I could feel her body starting to relax in my embrace. I hadn't realised how tense she had been until then. It reminded me of how tense I still was. I knew that I should just relax and enjoy it: this was supposed to be fun. But I was so scared of doing something wrong.

I realised that I was thinking about this too much, I just needed to relax. I returned my gaze to Jess' face. I wanted to kiss every one of her perfect features, and I decided to do just that.

"You..." I said, kissing her hair, "... are...", kissing her cheek, "... so...", kissing her forehead, "... beautiful..." kissing her on the tip of her nose. She giggled.

"Even my nose?" she asked.

"You have the most beautiful nose in the world," I said, kissing it again.

She brought her lips back to mine, biting on my bottom lip quite hard. My eyes opened slightly wider in surprise and she giggled again.

I wanted her dress off, and so I took hold of the hem and started to pull it up. She helped me by lifting herself off the bed slightly so that I could get it past her waist. I lifted it further, over her chest, revealing her bra. She lifted her arms so that I could pull it over her head.

I threw her dress onto the bed then sat back slightly to look at her. She was wearing a strapless black bra, which sat quite low on her breasts, revealing plenty of cleavage. My eyes moved down her body to her black briefs, and down her bare legs all the way to her feet. She was just as perfect as I'd imagined.

"What do you think?"she asked, sounding slightly nervous.

"I think you're perfect," I whispered, looking into her eyes again.

"Only think?" she said, teasingly.

"You are perfect," I rephrased, and she smiled.

"OK, fair's fair, let me see your body now," she said.

She started to pull at the dinner jacket I was still wearing, and I helped her get it off best I could. She put it down on the bed much more neatly than I had disposed of her dress.

Next she turned her attention to my bowtie, looking confused for a second before she realised it was clip-on. She gave me a disappointed look.

"A clip-on bow tie? You could at least have made the effort."

I looked at her, worried. Had I disappointed her? Did she think that I wasn't taking this seriously, didn't really care about her? Then she laughed.

"The look on your face! Don't take things so seriously. I'm joking."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Next she started to unbutton my shirt, moving slowly, a look of concentration on her face. As she undid the bottom button, she bit her lip. She looked incredibly sexy, sitting there in just her underwear. Finally she opened my shirt, then sat back, leaving me to finish taking it off.

She sat there, running her eyes up and down the top half of my body, in the same way I had admired her body before. I was nervous - she had such a perfect body and I thought of my body as just average - would she be disappointed? Her facial expression suggested not.

She didn't say a word, but next she undid my belt, then the button on my trousers. She pulled my trousers open, revealing the front of my boxers. Poking out of the top of my boxers was my erection. As soon as she noticed, Jess stopped what she was doing and just stared at it. She looked up at me. I must have been blushing profusely. She studied the look on my face for a few seconds then looked back down. After a few more seconds, without a word, she pulled the waistband of my boxers up to cover it.

She pulled my trousers off and again folded them neatly on the bed. She had to pull them off over my shoes that I was still wearing, and whilst she was folding the trousers I pulled my shoes and socks off. So there we were, both in our underwear.

Jess lay back on the bed, and looked at me invitingly, waiting for me to join her. I accepted the invitation, lying myself on top of her, wrapping my arms around her again. I felt a sudden surge of excitement at being in this position, a throb in my cock, now we were in this sexual position. Our chests were pressed against each other. I could feel her breasts against my chest, the fabric of the bra, the bare skin above where the bra covered. I knew my erect cock was now so close to her own sexual parts. I wondered if she was thinking the same things.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

She kissed me passionately.

"That good," she said.

I reached behind her back, tried to undo her bra, but I couldn't work it out. A grin came across her face.

"Come on baby, you can do it," she said in mock encouragement.

Finally the two sides of the bra came apart, and I quickly pulled it off her body, throwing it onto the pile of already discarded clothes. I pressed my chest against hers, feeling her bare skin against mine, feeling her still soft nipples pressed into my chest. My cock finally freed itself from my boxers again, the tip of it now against her bare skin, just above the waistband of her own briefs.

"Can I look?" I asked.

"Mmm-hmm," she responded.

I raised my own body just enough to be able to look down at her bare chest, and could now see her bare boobs, in the shadow of my body; soft, perfectly formed, cute little nipples. I'd fantasised about this so many times before, but now seeing them for real was so much better.

With my left hand still propping my body up, I used my right hand to start to explore her breasts, find out how they felt. I ran my hand over her right boob, so gently, feeling the bare skin, putting my hand where no other man had before. She drew in a sharp intake of breath, and I stopped immediately.

"No - go on... it's nice," she said.

I carried on my exploration, squeezing gently, eliciting a little squeak from her. As I ran my hand around the underside of her boob, she drew in another breath, and muttered "there."

"Hmm?" I asked.

"There," she repeated. "Just there."

I returned my hand to where it had been and gently ran my hand over her again in the same motion.

"That's nice," she confirmed, "just there."

Emboldened by my success, I wriggled myself down her body and started to kiss her breast, starting from the top and then downwards, towards the nipple. It felt so strange but so fantastic. I kept reminding myself that this wasn't just any breast, it was Jess' breast. Perfect Jess. My Jess.

I singled her nipple out for special attention, giving it a long kiss, then another kiss, this time touching it with my tongue. Another French kiss. I could feel it now responding to the attention, growing erect. Jess was getting excited, and it was because of me. I rewarded her with a kiss right on that sensitive spot on the underside of her boob. She squirmed slightly and giggled a bit.

I carried on my downwards kissing, over her perfect tummy, down to the waistband of her knickers. I could see that her left hand had moved onto her crotch. I wondered if she had been subtly rubbing herself through the fabric whilst I had been kissing her breast. My penis gave another throb.

I put my thumbs into the waistband of her knickers on each side, then looked up at her for permission. She was biting her lip again, watching me intently. She gave a little nod.

I started to inch her knickers down, so slowly, savouring every moment. Whatever happened after tonight, every second of this would be logged in my mind forever, I was sure of that. Her pubic hair started to be revealed. In my fantasies I'd always wondered if she'd be shaved or unshaved - and which would I prefer? My mind was made up immediately. I preferred exactly like this. Thick, dark brown hair running down the centre of her mound.

I pulled them down further, still amazed that she would let me do this. She had her legs spread just slightly, but her pubes provided her with a little privacy, curled tight over her lady parts. I lowered them further, scarcely believing this was really happening, that Jess was sitting on the bed naked. Her toes were scrunched up against her cute feet.

I looked up to see her watching me with fascination, watching her boyfriend remove her knickers, experiencing being naked in front of a guy for the first time. As soon as she saw me looking she changed her expression, a mock impatient expression on her face, as if I was taking too long to undress her. I deliberately pulled her knickers over one foot first, leaving them still round her right ankle, making a big show of hesitating, as if I was struggling to get them off. Jess played along, theatrically lifting her eyes to heaven in frustration at my uselessness, kicking her leg up to try to get the last piece of clothing off her body.

Finally I took them off her, marvelling at the fact I was holding her knickers in my hand, looking at her crotch that they had been covering a short while before. I really don't get why girls remove their pubes: there's something far sexier about seeing a girl in her natural state, pubes and all. They were part of Jess, and for that reason I loved every single hair.

Jess put a hand over her crotch, and the spell was broken. I ran my eyes up her arm, up to her face, and she was looking at me, expectant. Of course, I was not to neglect Jess. She was what tonight was all about, what everything was all about. I moved up the bed to lie with her, and she turned on her side away from me, inviting me to spoon her. I did as she wanted, wrapping myself tightly around her, kissing her hair, brushing it out of the way to nibble at her neck.

Her appreciative moans encouraged me to explore her body, gently massaging her breasts with my hands, getting used to the feel of them, gently squeezing, stroking, an eager student learning from her wriggles and gentle moans what felt good for her, the sound of her enjoyment the greatest music I'd ever heard.

I could feel my cock so hard now, poking out from my boxers, pressing against her back, without even thinking about it rubbing it gently against her bare skin, leaving a trail of pre-cum on her body, hoping so desperately I managed to last at least until I was inside her, but desperate not to rush it, not to do anything until she was ready.

I ran my hands slowly down her body, giving her plenty of warning about their destination, plenty of time to protest if she wasn't ready, but no protest came. I ran my hand through her pubes then, at the last second, just as I felt her take a deep breath, readying herself for the most intimate touch, for her private parts to feel the touch of a guy for the first time, I redirected my hand, running it round her thigh and onto her bottom.

"Wimp!" Jess accused, only half jokingly. She thought that I'd backed out, not having the courage to go through with it. Whereas actually I'd just been teasing her - hadn't I? I responded by gently but firmly rolling her over to face me, then giving her a gentle smack on her bottom, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her jump.

"I'll touch you there when I'm ready," I said, mock stern, looking into her eyes.

"Oh, I love it when you go all alpha male on me," she said, playing along.

I smacked her on her other butt cheek, just a little harder.

"Yeah, well, just remember who's in charge here," I said, doing my best alpha male voice.

We stared at each other for a few seconds in showdown, then Jess caught me my surprise, pushing me on my back and pulling herself on top of me, sitting on me just below my crotch, straddling me. I couldn't help but admire the view, staring at those beautiful breasts, perfectly perched on her chest.

Whilst I was distracted, she yanked my boxers down, lifting her body so she could pull them below where she had just been sat, then sitting down on me again with them deposited round my knees, staring down at my erect cock. For some reason, despite my arousal, I felt embarrassed being so exposed in front of her, and had to resist the urge to cover myself up.

Taking my cock in her hand, Jess slowly pulled the foreskin right back, and I reminded myself that this was the first cock she'd ever seen, in real life at least. Having it held in her hand felt incredible, and despite the fact that she'd wasn't even moving her hand, I felt like I was about to come.

"So I guess I just..." She squeezed her hand slowly, letting it slide up my shaft as she did so, closing it in a fist at the top, the skin still gripped in her hand, her little finger still pressed against the head through the skin.