I want to start by saying, I love Europe & Vive La France!

I’m in Nantes for business and have barely had any time to go out in the past three weeks. Still, a colleague admitted it was about time we go out, and so on Satuday night, we hit the town. We started at a “cafe” that was actually a quiet lounge with modern furnishings; an LCD embedded into the wall showing0 Euro music vids (without the sound), ottoman style seats around glass tables, and a couple sitting in a corner drinking something frothy out of glass mugs.The ambient chill out music fit the setting very well.

“Usually there are more people here” Robert told me “But maybe because the weather is not so nice…”
“No worries, man, looks fine to me – tequila shots?” I wasn’t worried we’d spend the night there, just wanted to get my fuckin’ drink on!

After two rounds of tequila shots with the salt and lime included, we took our leave and went to a dungeon-like Rock club. On the way we decided to pretend we weren’t French, and to speak English with whoever/whenever. Just to see if they’d try to rip us off or say things they shouldn’t. Also another way to entertain ourselves.

The place had clearly been a cellar at some point, but was now either a large bar or a small-ish nightclub. The arched entrances to the different rooms gave it an appearance of roominess beyond the threshold, but each room was narrow and crowded. We got our drinks and scoped the scene (without being obvious of course, not a rule to forget). One thing that was obvious though was the 70/30 guy/girl ratio. Great, I thought, at least I’ll get fuckin ruined.

Robert and I were talking about whatever, mostly how it was such a sausage fest and the music wasn’t really to our taste. As we spoke I spied with my little eye a shapely dirty blonde out of the corner of my eye. She wore those tight black pants that seem to be really popular with girls nowadays and an elegant blue sweater that just about covered her behind. It was weird that such a subdued outfit could look that sexy, but as she leaned over to talk with her Zooey Deschanel lookalike friend, I could make out the shape of her very fine ass. Holding it all together was a wide belt that emphasized a narrow waist and well formed bust. I always get a weird feeling when I see a very attractive girl – a mix of excitement and bittersweet reality which tells me that a good look is likely all I’ll get anyway.

Having got a good look, Robert and I went to the bar for a refill, and after placing our order I turned around – lo and behold, dirty blonde with the gymnast’s body is standing right behind me.
“Oh, hello there!” I said, very jovially.
“Hi!” She replied with a big smile. Nice!
“I’m Will, what’s your name?” And I held out my hand which she took as she leaned in to tell me her name,
“Monique” Her smile was very genuine and I sensed a warmth that you just can’t find in urban yuppies on our side of the Atlantic.

We danced, and talked and eventually I switched to French to help her out a bit, I told her we wanted to see how tourists are treated here and she laughed, “We love them, don’t worry”. She was really into me, putting her hands around my neck as we danced and nuzzling into my chest. Her hair smelled of something sexy; a lively fragrance with hints of roses and citrus. My dick got hard and I brought her in closer. For some reason she didn’t want to make out right away but after stealing a quick kiss she was willing to go for more. I’m not one to go crazy in the middle of a public party so the kisses remained brief, but passionate.

About half an hour later, we left with Robert who was still alone. Not an easy feat for a married man. We told Monique we’d drop her off first but on the way she asked “Robert, is it okay if I kidnap your friend?”. I answered for him and it was a done deal. At her place it turned out that she had two roomates, one of whom was also a bedmate. The bedmate was nice but not exactly attractive so I was fine being on the edge of the bed instead of the middle. It was bound to get awkward so Monique took me to the bathroom.

I took her shirt off to reveal the most magnificent pair of tits. They were a perfectly shaped 34C s(not confirmed, but they fit the 34C profile in my mind) with very small and rosy nipples. She had a mole on her right breast which I licked before getting to her nipple. Since she didnt take the initiative herself I lowered my boxers to release the dragon and pressed it against her taut stomach. In the light I’d noticed she wasnt as pretty as she looked in the bar, but she was still cute and her body was even better in the nude. I lowered myself on the toilet seat (it had one of those furry covers, very nice) and she stood in front leaning over to kiss me as she jerked me off. I held her tits in my hands and leaned back while she kissed my neck and chest. It had all turned out 1000% better than I expected.

She kneeled and started jerking me off with both hands. She did this funny thing where she would lick the tip of her fingers then rub the spit all around the head of my cock and before rotating her hands as they went up and down on my dick. It was possibly the best handjob I’d ever had, but of course I wanted more. “How far down on it do you think you can go?” I asked. She replied by telling me that she doesn’t do that when she first meets somebody…

“No problem, but aren’t you curious, cherie?” Oui, she was curious and opened wide before going about half way down.  She held my cock in her mouth and pumped it up and down a couple of times before coming up for air. “Not bad” I told her and she continued the job with her hands. I think I could have forced the issue, but that’s a very mediocre turn on. Much better when she takes the initiative and does it on her own – nothing like a girl who just loves my cock. She did just that a few minutes later and managed to get my dick even harder if that was possible. “You’re so sexy doing that, I want to cum on your tits”. She laughed, “I think girls in America are a bit more porno, no?” She wasn’t interested in me coming on her tits, but agreed that she wouldn’t stop doing what she was doing as I came.

With that I let her work on a mix of handjob and blowjob but mostly handjob. I hadn’t ejaculated in over a week so a thick jet of cum flew out and landed on her forearm. The rest of it pooled around her hands as she kept pumping away. “I can keep going as long as you want, I’m not tired” she told me. I didn’t even say anything but I’m sure my facial expression spoke volumes; I’m glad I can’t see myself when I cum. I took some toilet paper from the roll and offered it to her, but she went straight to the sink to wash. I went behind her and gave her a thank you kiss on the nape of her neck.

It’s true, it was a one night stand without any sex. But I know I’ve planted some seeds…and I’ll be back.