Curvy Zazie in Paris

I first laid eyes on Zazie at a bustling coffee shop in Paris. She was sitting alone, her long, chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders, a book open on the table before her. Her eyes, a deep hazel, were fixed on the pages, but I could tell she was aware of her surroundings. I was drawn to her immediately.

I approached her table, a bold move, but I couldn’t help myself. “Mind if I join you?” I asked, gesturing to the empty seat. She looked up, her eyes meeting mine, and smiled. “Please, have a seat,” she said, her voice a soft melody.

We talked for hours, our conversation flowing easily from books to art to our dreams. Zazie was intelligent, witty, and had a laugh that could light up a room. By the end of the afternoon, I knew I wanted to see her again. I asked for her number, and she gave it to me without hesitation.

Our first date was at a small, cozy restaurant, tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. We shared a bottle of wine, our hands brushing against each other as we reached for the glasses. The air was charged with electricity, and I could see the desire in her eyes mirroring my own.

After dinner, we walked along the Seine, the city lights twinkling around us. She turned to face me, her eyes searching mine. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” she whispered, before leaning in to kiss me. Her lips were soft, her kiss deep and passionate. I pulled her closer, my hands exploring her body.

Back at her apartment, we stumbled through the door, our hands already exploring each other. I pinned her against the wall, my mouth on hers, my hands on her breasts. She moaned, her head falling back, giving me better access. I kissed her neck, her collarbone, before moving down to her breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and teasing it until she was writhing against me.

I led her to the bedroom, undressing her slowly, my eyes taking in every inch of her body. She was stunning, her skin pale against the darkness of the room. I pushed her onto the bed, climbing on top of her. Our mouths found each other again, our tongues dueling in a passionate dance.

I trailed kisses down her body, my hands exploring her curves. I settled between her legs, my tongue finding her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking against my face. I licked and sucked, my fingers joining the dance, sliding in and out of her. She came quickly, her body convulsing, her cries filling the room.

I moved up her body, my cock hard and ready. She looked at me, her eyes filled with desire. “I want you inside me,” she whispered. I smiled, positioning myself at her entrance. I pushed in slowly, her tight warmth enveloping me. We both moaned, the sound filling the room.

I started to move, our bodies finding a rhythm together. She wrapped her legs around me, her nails digging into my back. “Harder,” she whispered, her voice a ragged breath. I obliged, my thrusts becoming more forceful. She met each one, her hips lifting to meet mine.

I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing. I pulled out, her eyes widening in question. I flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees. I rubbed the head of my cock against her ass, coating it in her juices. She looked back at me, her eyes filled with lust.

I pushed in slowly, her tight hole resisting at first before giving way. We both moaned, the sound a mix of pleasure and pain. I started to move, our bodies finding a new rhythm. She pushed back against me, meeting each thrust.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled out, my cock throbbing in my hand. I came, my cum landing on her ass, her back, her hair. She turned to look at me, her eyes filled with desire. She reached out, her fingers tracing a path through my cum before bringing them to her mouth. She sucked her fingers clean, her eyes never leaving mine.

I collapsed onto the bed beside her, my body spent. She turned to face me, her eyes filled with satisfaction. “That was incredible,” she whispered, her voice a soft purr. I smiled, my hand reaching out to tangle in her hair. “It sure was,” I agreed.

The night was far from over, but for now, we were content to just lie there, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. The city outside may have been bustling, but in her apartment, it was just the two of us, lost in each other.