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Another one of my travel stories. Enjoy. Sophie is one of my oldest friends. Her family has always been very close to my family until they decided to move away and start a new life somewhere in the Northern part of France. She was 16 at the time and had the most beautiful blond hair I’ve ever seen (on a 16 year-old), I had a huge crush on her, but I never found out whether it was a mutual feeling. Since she left, our contact, sadly, slowly decreased and eventually grew nonexistent. "Come and visit me when you’re in the neighborhood" were her last words to me. She said with a smile and we laughed, because we both knew I wouldn’t ever be in the neighborhood. She left. Now, a few years later, I found the perfect excuse to visit her. I was wandering around in France for a couple of months for a holiday and chance would have it my journey took me closer and closer to where she was living. I called her. She took up the phone. "Bonjour" "Bonjour, Jonathan here" She was surprised and excited to hear from me after so many years. We decided to meet up and she gave me her address. It took me 3 days to walk/hitchhike before I was finally standing before her apartment door. I knocked… The door was answered after what appeared to be an eternity. There was a 23 year-old woman standing in the doorway. She was a few inches smaller than me so she had to look up to look at me, which I weirdly found incredibly sexy. I recognized her full blond hair, but I didn’t recognize the rest of her grown body. The body of a woman. "Hi, I was in the neighborhood" We hugged, and now the change of her body was even more obvious. I felt her breasts pushing against my stomach, her arms around my neck and art of sex viv thomas stroking it and her face pressed against my chest. I missed her too. She invited me in and we had a great laugh, but it was already late. She suggested to get to bed so we closed the lights and retreated to her bedroom. I noticed that there was only one bed in the room. She replied: "Come on John, you never had a problem with sleeping in the same bed when we were younger, I don’t think this is the right time to start complaining" (she said with a mischievous smile and a slight French accent) I really thought I was there as a friend of Sophie and I suppose this situation didn’t make any difference in that. I shrugged my shoulders, took my clothes off and got into bed. She didn’t even look at me. She wasn’t surprised at all. As if we were kids again. She also didn’t mind me when taking of her clothes. She was wearing a very loose jogging pants that she now was slowly pulling down. Where I first couldn’t even tell the slightest detail, I could now see every inch of her beautiful legs. Slim soft legs with an ass you just want to hold up and show to the animal kingdom (I am truly sorry for the Lion King reference, I just couldn’t resist). She was now only wearing a sweater that was at least 3 sizes too big, a black pair of panties and a matching bra which she took of under her sweater just before she laid down under the blankets. "You can close the lights if you want, John. Goodnight" I did. Darkness fell over the room and the only little light I saw, was that of a small French moon. "Goodnight, Sophie" We laid there for a few minutes. She was facing the wall and I was facing her. I placed my legs and arms in a manner that I wouldn’t have to touch her too much, I suppose I thought it would feel awkward for her. But I noticed that she didn’t mind me at all. She threw her hair all over my face and didn’t act shy, for one moment I could also feel her ass against me. Softly first, but after a few minutes she was pressing her ass and whole body against me. As a response I put my arm around her to get out of my uncomfortable position. She immediately reacted by taking my hand in hers and pressing it against her chest. Our legs were intertwined and I held my head against the back of her head. We laid there. Still. It was raining and windy outside, but we hugged each other warm. I thought this would be how we would fall asleep and to be fair, I was fine with that, but I guess Sophie wasn’t that tired. She opened my hand that was laying on her breast and made me take hold of it. Although it was still over the sweater, I could feel her becoming hard and that she was getting excited by my touch. I took it firmer and began to massage it. Softly and tender. The way you would to a girl you had a crush on. She began to breathe louder and began to move her ass against my slowly growing dick. She wiggled more, breathed louder as I made my way under her sweater and got a real grip of her, I hadn’t seen the whole body of this brand new Sophie, but my hands perfectly filled in the blind spots. There was no chance that she didn’t feel me hard between the cheeks of her perfect round ass. My fingers were slowly moving up and down her body. All the way from her neck down to the inside of her leg and teasing everything in between. I knew she liked it when she turned over her head and simultaneously started to kiss me and began softly stroking me all over my crotch. When I started to move my fingers down to her good parts, she stopped it. I was shocked. Was this as far as she wanted to go? I guess not. She laid herself on top of me and started to move up and down. Rubbing her vagina against my hard dick. She still had her sweater on, so I removed it and although there was little light, the image I got that moment was one of the highlights of my entire journey through France: A 23 year old woman. Naked. Her hands were holding on to my chest and her bouncing breasts and elegant neck had a slight moonlight shimmer. Half of her face was covered by her sweaty hair and the other half was looking at me. I could feel her getting wetter and I could hear her moaning louder. She got off and kissed her way down to my shorts which she quickly jerked down. She moved her hair to one side and gently started to kiss the top. It was such a warm sensation to feel those soft lips on me. She was making her way down. She slid it halfway down and swirled her tongue. She moved up the pass and seemed to get deeper with every time. At one time she stopped and looked me in the eyes. Those sweet blue eyes weren’t saying "hey, so nice to see you again", they were saying "hey, I want you to have me. Now". So I did. I pulled her back and laid her on her back. She was breathing heavily and arching her back to invite me in. I pulled down her panties and started to stroke my dick lightly across her soaking vagina. She took hold of my arm and as I entered her, I could feel her nails scratching and hear her gasp. I slid myself entirely into her and started to move in and out. Slowly at first, but as I got a firmer hold of her and the occasional "mon dieu" became more and more frequent, so did our pass fasten. I thrusted deeper and she pushed herself deeper onto me. As we went faster, we want louder and wilder until she stopped and pushed her head back. I could feel her contract and see her whole body twist and turn. This was enough to take me over the edge. I pulled out and came all over her belly and breast. Jets of warm cum covered her flat stomach as she whispered my name and was still breathing heavily. We laid there for a few minutes and as the storm outside was slowly calming down, so did we. The end. By the way, I want to come to Europe again for a few months. Do you guys have any suggestions on things I should definitely check out? Message me. JonathanTrave