Bi-Sexual Female / 29
I Had My Honeymoon In Paris With Vivien My Girlfriend
I was very young and impressionable and I got into an extramarital affair with one of the big men in the company. Not the first, for him. I heard it from one woman, to just go easy, and not to get involved with him emotionally, he changed girlfriends like he changed underwear. But to me it was emotional, he was my 'first' and I had fallen in love with him.
He had to go to Algeria and he bought me a ticket to meet him in Paris so we could have a three day honeymoon. That's why I was on the plane sitting beside Vivien. She had worked for the airline and was on her way back to Strasbourg to see her family. She got out of me that I was on my way to meet up with my boss for a honeymoon. She told me that the life of a mistress was the hardest life ever, in her opinion, that's why mistresses usually had a very close girlfriend.
We were in the two seats section, I was against the window. She lifted the armrest between us, and sat more comfortably beside me. She played with my left hand beside her, every finger, every knuckle while she talked to me. She took of a ring and tried it on me. After the meal the flight attendant stopped to talk to Vivien, they had been airline hostesses on Air France together. She asked Vivien in French if I was her girlfriend. Vivien explained that they had been roommates when they worked together based in Paris, but that was so long ago, a lifetime ago, when you break up with your girlfriend. But now, she leaned over and kissed me, and told her I was her new girlfriend. An American? Yes, an American Vivien told her. Vivien's father was American, so she was only half crossing the line for a French girl.
Vivien escorted me through the Paris airport, waited for me to get through EU passport controls. She asked me where I was staying and she said she had phoned when she was waiting for me and let her mother know she would be on the late train, she would spend the day with me before my lover came that evening.
Vivien insisted on a shower together, she was very delicate with me. She kissed me a 'thousand' times and we stood naked, beside the bed where she was going to take my girl virginity. The curtains were open, to let in the sun and she stood at the window taking in Paris. She went to the bed, turned it down and got in and extended her arms for me. She made love to me, made love to me everywhere. And she taught me the proper way to kiss a girl down there. I was a good student and we both fell back in orgasms, 'dead' to the world. We slept for six hours waking around four in the afternoon.
We went for a walk, she knew exactly where we were and she told me all about her girlfriend that I had met on the airplane. She told me she wanted to fall in love again. At this small bistro, sitting at a tiny table, she whispered to me that my lover shouldn't mind if I had a girlfriend. It was different if I had a boyfriend, lovers get very jealous of their mistresses. I didn't know that it was okay for a girl to stand up and walk around and kiss her new girlfriend on the mouth in front of everyone.
My time with my boss in Paris was nice. My time in Paris was 'instructional'. But my time in Paris with him wasn't a honeymoon. It was hard to be receptive, to respond to him, Vivien had stolen my heart for it. He noticed I was 'cold' and I apologized and blamed it on the jet lag. When Vivien texted me and told me she had arranged her trip back on the same flight with me, and she had booked the seat beside me. She had friends and connections with the airline.
All the way home we held hands, even while eating. We slept with our foreheads together, and a 'thousand' kisses. Her ex wasn't working that flight so we were left alone mostly. Back at home we went straight to her apartment to work out all that nervous energy. This time in her bed, naked like in Paris, I made love with her. She was worried that I had made my boss angry, and she told me to be extra nice to him. To patch things up with him when he returned from his trip, to show him I was the very best mistress.
I didn't. I wasn't his mistress after he came back. He wasn't even upset that I had met Vivien. At least he told me, he didn't have to tell me not to get pregnant.
He had to go to Algeria and he bought me a ticket to meet him in Paris so we could have a three day honeymoon. That's why I was on the plane sitting beside Vivien. She had worked for the airline and was on her way back to Strasbourg to see her family. She got out of me that I was on my way to meet up with my boss for a honeymoon. She told me that the life of a mistress was the hardest life ever, in her opinion, that's why mistresses usually had a very close girlfriend.
We were in the two seats section, I was against the window. She lifted the armrest between us, and sat more comfortably beside me. She played with my left hand beside her, every finger, every knuckle while she talked to me. She took of a ring and tried it on me. After the meal the flight attendant stopped to talk to Vivien, they had been airline hostesses on Air France together. She asked Vivien in French if I was her girlfriend. Vivien explained that they had been roommates when they worked together based in Paris, but that was so long ago, a lifetime ago, when you break up with your girlfriend. But now, she leaned over and kissed me, and told her I was her new girlfriend. An American? Yes, an American Vivien told her. Vivien's father was American, so she was only half crossing the line for a French girl.
Vivien escorted me through the Paris airport, waited for me to get through EU passport controls. She asked me where I was staying and she said she had phoned when she was waiting for me and let her mother know she would be on the late train, she would spend the day with me before my lover came that evening.
Vivien insisted on a shower together, she was very delicate with me. She kissed me a 'thousand' times and we stood naked, beside the bed where she was going to take my girl virginity. The curtains were open, to let in the sun and she stood at the window taking in Paris. She went to the bed, turned it down and got in and extended her arms for me. She made love to me, made love to me everywhere. And she taught me the proper way to kiss a girl down there. I was a good student and we both fell back in orgasms, 'dead' to the world. We slept for six hours waking around four in the afternoon.
We went for a walk, she knew exactly where we were and she told me all about her girlfriend that I had met on the airplane. She told me she wanted to fall in love again. At this small bistro, sitting at a tiny table, she whispered to me that my lover shouldn't mind if I had a girlfriend. It was different if I had a boyfriend, lovers get very jealous of their mistresses. I didn't know that it was okay for a girl to stand up and walk around and kiss her new girlfriend on the mouth in front of everyone.
My time with my boss in Paris was nice. My time in Paris was 'instructional'. But my time in Paris with him wasn't a honeymoon. It was hard to be receptive, to respond to him, Vivien had stolen my heart for it. He noticed I was 'cold' and I apologized and blamed it on the jet lag. When Vivien texted me and told me she had arranged her trip back on the same flight with me, and she had booked the seat beside me. She had friends and connections with the airline.
All the way home we held hands, even while eating. We slept with our foreheads together, and a 'thousand' kisses. Her ex wasn't working that flight so we were left alone mostly. Back at home we went straight to her apartment to work out all that nervous energy. This time in her bed, naked like in Paris, I made love with her. She was worried that I had made my boss angry, and she told me to be extra nice to him. To patch things up with him when he returned from his trip, to show him I was the very best mistress.
I didn't. I wasn't his mistress after he came back. He wasn't even upset that I had met Vivien. At least he told me, he didn't have to tell me not to get pregnant.
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