His taste was divine. Holding his balls with my free hand evoked a soft groan from deep in his throat. I took all his cock into my mouth and sucked gr...edily and felt it grow harder. His hands were entwined in my hair and I felt his hips begin to thrust in and out of my mouth. His legs began to shake and not wanting him to come yet, I pulled free and stood before him looking into his hooded eyes. ‘Fuck me, Bob. Please fuck me. I’m so wet for you and need you to make love to me.’ I took his hands. Now,instead of a martini-fueled mania, I was driven by a desire toimprint myself indelibly on his emotions.He caressed my breasts, and stroked my tummy and mons gently,almost reverently. He suckled on my nipples like a hungry babyas I stroked his fine blonde hair and sighed appreciatively.Between breathless kisses, he whispered in my ear "I love you."I responded with the obligatory "I love you too."With that, he clumsily tried to disrobe me and himself,alternating between fumbling attempts to. “Oh yessss you mad bitch…”So we fucked, and severely parlez vous’d until our bodies were slippery wet with each other’s fluids.Later, recovering, we held onto each other as if we were the last two human beings on the planet. *Our third day presented us with the gift of a free afternoon, and the seminar attendees were encouraged to explore the wonders of Paris.I lay on the bed wearing only panties with dozens of tourist pamphlets scattered around me. I was trying to plan some walking tours. I changed positions and my knee knocked your phone off the table. I picked it up and accidentally unlocked it. Your camera was open and I thought "oh cool, pics from the party" so I switched to the gallery and the first pic was a blurry shot of the ground. "Lol, maybe he had too much to drink," I thought. I started swiping, lots of blurry pics of the floor lol. Then, there was a picture of me, bent over cleaning up. I hadn't really thought about how short my shorts were until then. I wasn't.