A Beautiful Stranger From Paris Lets Me Taste Her Croissant

Title: A Taste Test in Paris: Stranger’s Croissant & More

I stepped into the quaint Parisian bakery, the sweet aroma of fresh bread and pastries filling my nostrils. It was early, just after sunrise, and I was desperate for a morning pick-me-up. That’s when I saw her – a stunning brunette behind the counter, her eyes meeting mine as she slid a golden croissant into a bag.

“Un croissant, monsieur?” she asked, her voice like honey. I nodded, approaching the counter. As she handed me the bag, our fingers brushed. A spark of electricity ran through me. This was no ordinary woman.

“Merciaucoup,” I murmured, my eyes roaming her curves. She smiled knowingly, a hint of mischief in her expression.

“Maybe you’d like a taste test, non?” she purred. I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. She reached into the display case, pulling out a smaller croissant. She broke off a piece, holding it to my lips. I took a bite, the flaky pastry melting on my tongue.

“It’s divine,” I managed, meeting her intense gaze. She leaned in close, her breath hot on my ear.

“Wait until you taste the rest of me,” she whispered. My cock twitched in anticipation. Without hesitation, I grabbed her hand, pulling her out from behind the counter. She flashed me a sultry grin, following me eagerly into the back storage room.

I pressed her up against the cold wall, my hands roaming her lush body. She moaned softly, undoing her apron and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts strained against the thin fabric of her blouse. I tugged at the shirt, buttons flying off as I exposed her full, creamy mounds encased in black lace. I buried my face in her cleavage, breathing in her vanilla scent.

“Taste me,” she breathed, guiding my head down. I kissed between her breasts before yanking away the flimsy bra. Her rosy nipples hardened under my tongue’s attention. I sucked and nibbled, relishing in the sounds of her pleasure.

Her hands worked at my belt, deftly freeing my straining erection. I gasped as her fingers wrapped around my thick shaft, stroking me firmly. I needed to taste more of her. I dropped to my knees, pushing up her skirt. No panties – just bare, glistening pink flesh. She spread her legs wider, inviting me in.

I dove between her thighs, lapping at her dripping slit. She was sweet, even sweeter than the croissant. I explored every fold, flicking my tongue against her tight bud. She grabbed my hair, grinding against my mouth as I devoured her.

“Put your cock in me,” she begged. I stood, positioning myself at her entrance. With a swift thrust, I buried myself deep inside her. We both groaned at the feel of me stretching her tight walls. I began to move, hard and fast, driven wild by the injustice of how long I’d gone without this.

She met each of my thrusts, wrapping her legs around my waist. I pounded into her, grunting with effort. The lewd slap of flesh against flesh filled the room. Her nails raked down my back, urging me on. I could feel her body tensing, her cries growing louder. With a few more sharp thrusts, she came undone, screaming my name.

Her climax triggered my own, my vision going white as I exploded deep inside her. I filled her with my seed, my cock pulsing with each wave of my orgasm. Finally spent, I collapsed against her, buried in her warmth.

As I withdrew, she pushed me to sit on a nearby milk crate. Turning around, she bent over, giving me an exquisite view of her heart-shaped ass. I stroked my hardening shaft, admiring the way her rosebud winked at me. She looked back over her shoulder, a sultry grin on her face.

“Yes, give it to me,” she encouraged. I gripped her generous hips, plunging into her forbidden hole. This time, there was a slight resistance, but her slippery tightness took me easily. I groaned at the exquisite sensation of being encased so completely. Leaning over her, I rode her hard, watching my cock disappear again and again into her magnificent rear. Her moans mingled with the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh.

Before long, I felt that now familiar tension coiling in my balls. She must have sensed it too, because she pushed back against me, meeting my thrusts. I reached around, my fingers finding her stiff bud. I rolled it between my fingers as I hammered into her.

“Yes, yes, just like that,” she chanted. Her walls clenched around me rhythmically. I swelled inside her, spurting my release deep into her bowels. Her orgasm hit at the same time, her body quaking beneath me as she came. We stayed like that for a few breathless moments, savoring the aftershocks.

With a final kiss to her shoulder, I withdrew, tucking myself away. As I did, the bell over the bakery door rang. Reality crashed back in. She was still here, the temptation of forbidden pleasures. She gave me a last wicked grin and sauntered out to tend to the customer, leaving me to collect myself. I wondered if I would ever see her again.

As I left the tiny bakery, I admired the croissant in my hand – golden, perfect, and not half as tempting as what I’d just experienced. But then again, I’d have to return to Paris to try my luck again. Who knows what other sweet surprises the City of Lights had in store for me?