{"id":37184,"date":"2021-10-31T13:00:11","date_gmt":"2021-10-31T12:00:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=37184"},"modified":"2026-02-15T03:59:05","modified_gmt":"2026-02-15T02:59:05","slug":"room-no-23-paris-an-erotic-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/room-no-23-paris-an-erotic-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Room No. 23, Paris &#8211; An Audio Erotic Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><script src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/embed\/medias\/1ca4ow75vx.jsonp\" async><\/script><script src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/assets\/external\/E-v1.js\" async><\/script><\/p>\n<div class=\"wistia_responsive_padding\" style=\"padding: 56.25% 0 0 0; position: relative;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_responsive_wrapper\" style=\"height: 100%; left: 0; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_embed wistia_async_1ca4ow75vx videoFoam=true\" style=\"height: 100%; position: relative; width: 100%;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_swatch\" style=\"height: 100%; left: 0; opacity: 0; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 0; transition: opacity 200ms; width: 100%;\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"filter: blur(5px); height: 100%; object-fit: contain; width: 100%;\" src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/embed\/medias\/1ca4ow75vx\/swatch\" alt=\"\" aria-hidden=\"true\" \/><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The wheels of the airliner screeched against the runway, bounced and then screeched again. The sudden pressure of the stop tightened the seatbelts against the waists of the travelers<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower startled awake in the cramped seat, her hips aching where the armrests had pressed into them throughout the flight. As the plane stopped at its gate, Mrs. Mower shook her mind awake. She pushed her son&#8217;s wobbly head from her shoulder. The boy was still deep in sleep. He and his classmates had been rambunctious before and after takeoff, but in a few hours over the Atlantic Ocean, most of them had collapsed. Mrs. Mower dreaded them waking up full of energy and excitement.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She knew the kids would be pumped, and there would be no break as a chaperone of twenty-five young teenagers. This was just the start of a five-day, whirlwind trip to Paris and back.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She checked her smartwatch. 5 in the evening, Paris time.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Twisting to stretch, she immediately glanced toward Orlando. He was already standing to get his bags. This was the first time she had seen him and he had seen her in real life. For weeks, she had enjoyed reminiscing about their one-time, midnight rendezvous. A dirty thought crossed her mind. Knowing men, after sleep, they can wake up happy. Was he stiff after his sleep?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Glancing, nothing was detectable at the moment. Mrs. Mower&#8217;s mind meandered further. She wondered if she could coax his cock from several rows away. She reached higher than necessary into the overhead compartment. She hoped his eyes would outline her contours. From her shoulders to her heavy breasts, along her waist and to the ass she had been toning. In her position, however, she thought about all the male eyes on the plane. Makes of all ages. She straightened herself. She had packed her ass into workout pants, leaving little more than a color as covering. The students didn\u2019t need to see that.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">However, her bag hadn&#8217;t loosened from the overhead compartment. She daintily tried to wiggle the bag free from the tight space.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Let me help you with that,&#8221; a man said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She turned to him.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Nice to meet you. I&#8217;m Greg. Darren&#8217;s my son.&#8221; He pulled down her bag.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He had a cute butt. &#8220;I&#8217;m Mrs.\u00a0&#8230;&#8221;\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/tiani-3\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"image-banner alignnone wp-image-47308 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/tiani-3-lelo.jpg\" alt=\"lelo tiani sex toy\" width=\"930\" height=\"336\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/tiani-3-lelo.jpg 930w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/tiani-3-lelo-300x108.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/tiani-3-lelo-768x277.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/tiani-3-lelo-770x278.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 930px) 100vw, 930px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Mower, yes. It&#8217;s nice to meet you in person. I&#8217;ve heard you&#8217;re a great teacher. You know your calculus.&#8221; He smiled.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;An important subject.&#8221;\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She noticed his sly eyes, making her wonder about this trip to Paris. This would be an aching weekend, on several fronts. She might be in need sooner than she planned.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">On the bus, the students had their noses pressed against the windows as the Eiffel Tower came closer and became brighter in the dark sky. Soon the twenty-five students and the chaperones arrived at the H\u00f4tel de la Tour Eiffel. She didn&#8217;t expect to be so close to the centerpiece of Paris.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The bus was barely able to drive down Rue de l&#8217;Exposition to the hotel, because the road was so tight. When getting off the bus<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">,<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> students essentially flooded from the bottom step of the bus directly into the lobby.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After unloading bags and divvying out suitcases, the students went to their assigned rooms. Mrs. Mower was assigned to Room No. 6, on the floor with all the girls.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She corralled the young ladies onto their floor. But before unpacking her things, she had to grab some personal\u00a0items for several absent-minded girls.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The bell on the elevator pinged, and her pulse suddenly rushed when she saw Orlando standing in the elevator. She was befuddled and couldn&#8217;t think of anything to say.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He eased her. &#8220;Got a few forgetful kids who need more supplies?&#8221;\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMany of them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He was twisting Mrs. Mower&#8217;s thoughts. This man had thrilled her that one midnight. She had watched him stroke his dick. It was lusciously thick and long. It had been deep, dark red with intensity and stimulation.\u00a0She recalled seeing his taut waist and a thick patch of dark hair. A full-blooded man.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;These kids are so unprepared, but that&#8217;s Paris for you.&#8221; He glanced up at the elevator\u2019s antique hand that was moving. &#8220;Paris twists minds, makes people punch-drunk. They do things here, all sorts of things.&#8221;\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower gulped. Orlando had read perfectly what Paris was doing to her. She tried to steady herself, as her mind and body continued to be twisted.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He winked cunningly at her. His lips stretched into a grin. &#8220;The City of Love is conducive to love-making.&#8221;\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A heat wave rushed up and down her spine, making her stiff. Her cheeks flushed. A familiar warmth flooded down to the base of her neck. It tightened her throat. The feeling was the same when Mr. and Mrs. Simon and her husband were climbing over her body and kissing everywhere. Mrs. Mower wanted to say more, but she still couldn&#8217;t think of anything witty. Orlando was so easy to talk to through Zoom. She never expected it to be so when they first met in person.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The elevator&#8217;s soft ping broke Mrs. Mower&#8217;s haze. To her surprise, Orlando took her hand. He placed a key in her hand and closed it\u00a0with a gentle squeeze. &#8220;Anytime, come see me. No. 12.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He leaned to her ear, and said, \u201cI\u2019ll be up.\u201d He stepped off the elevator.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She watched him walk away. His back was to her, but she gave him a twinkle of a wave as the doors closed.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">More than three hours later, the teenage girls had settled as much as they would for the night, so Mrs. Mower slipped away to her room. She was sharing the room with Misty McGuire, a history teacher who was cute and young.<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Silvery-green eyes and blond hair. Word was that\u00a0Misty was a &#8220;TILF.&#8221; It was a term Mrs. Mower had recently heard gossiped in the hallways of school. She didn&#8217;t know Misty well but was looking for the right opportunity to bring up the subject. Mrs. Mower was unsure if other teachers liked being a bonified TILF, like she did, or if they thought it was humiliating and degrading to them and all women.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Misty was in bed reading <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gone With The Wind<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> when Mrs. Mower came in.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cReady for this trip? It\u2019s going to be a wild ride,\u201d Mrs. Mower said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI am as ready as I<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2019<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">ll ever be.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Just then, they heard a screech next door.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI was hoping to be a tourist with some kids to watch. Now though, I think I\u2019m doomed to be a nanny,\u201d Mrs. Mower said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLet me nanny for a moment.\u201d Misty giggled, and set down her book. She slid her feet into slippers and headed to the door. Mrs. Mower liked her quiet body, soft, small. A body that would make innocence shine in the night.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower slipped into a gray knit sweater dress\u2014easy access\u2014and a pair of gray Nikes. Before leaving, she undid her bra and tossed it on her bed. One less hindrance for Orlando.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Stepping into the hallway, Misty was still settling the girls, so Mrs. Mower opted to offer a little help, despite the agitation inside her that Orlando had already<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">quelled and could quench.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">However, the girls were talking and yelling, giggling and dancing. That night, the bubbly ones kept Mrs. Mower from visiting Orlando&#8217;s room.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The next day, while sailing down the River Seine, Mrs. Mower\u2019s mind was lost in the alluring sights and sounds of the capital of France. She felt a soft pat on her butt. She spun, ready to slap someone. But she saw Orlando.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMissed you last night.\u201d He rested his elbows on the railing of the boat, barely touching her arm.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She saw his eyes drawing the contours of the Victorian era buildings. Her eyes contoured the breeze ruffling his black hair, heavy eyebrows, arched nose, chin, his thick neck that was lost in the shirt\u2019s sharp white collar.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She fumbled out the reason for missing it. \u201cThe girls, they didn\u2019t settle down until late. I fell asleep before they did\u2014at least I think I did.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Orlando didn\u2019t turn to her. \u201cI had to alleviate myself but I had to wait until Greg, my roommate, dozed off.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201c<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Did it take long?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFor him to get to sleep or me to get off?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower was not expecting that response. She stifled a sudden giggle, which turned into an uncontrollable laugh.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDidn\u2019t take me long. We\u2019re both Americans in Paris.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After settling the laughter, she felt giddy and proud at once, knowing she had such sway over him. As much sway, maybe, as the City of Love. Orlando noticed two<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">boys<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">readying themselves to<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">jump to see if they touch the bridge their boat was about to cruise under.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cTime to nanny,\u201d he said. \u201cCome by tonight. Be ready with a reason though. In case Greg answers.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201d<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> He patted her hand.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She gave that same twinkle of a wave as she had the night before in the elevator.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The group went to the Montparnasse Tower for a panoramic view of Paris, and the day of\u00a0sightseeing ended\u00a0by visiting Notre Dame and Sacr\u00e9-C\u0153ur.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In the Paris Metro car, Greg sat down next to Mrs. Mower.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMy feet hurt,\u201d he said,<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">leaning back on the seat<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> \u201cParis has already worn me out.<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">How about you? Got enough stamina for Paris?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She smiled back but put on her more formal teacher front. She had noticed his cute butt on the plane but still he was Darren\u2019s dad, first and foremost.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThis has been a very informative trip. The city is more than I anticipated.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cComing from a math teacher, I am impressed.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFrom a math teacher, what do you mean?\u201d She could easily have allowed herself to be offended. But she had learned being and staying offended is hard work.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cTrigonometry, the study of the angles of triangles. Calculus, the mathematics of continuous change. Geometry, shapes, distances, size. And algebra, arranging life in an intelligible equation. Paris may be the city of mathematics<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cVery well put<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> You broke down Paris in an understandable form<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201c<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">X plus Y equals \u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She was confused as to what to say. \u201cNot very sure in terms of Parisian lights and sounds.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201c<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then we should talk about it together while we\u2019re here. Mathematics and philosophy and art. No chaperoning<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She took a more intricate look-see at Darren\u2019s dad. Maybe the teacher fa\u00e7ade could be hung up. She was a chaperone now, not so much a teacher. Indeed, she thought this could be more than a school trip. \u201cThat would be nice.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With her answer, she questioned whether she was reading too much into Greg\u2019s proposal. Only coffee and discussion. Or was it more? These initial<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">overtures were often hard to gauge for her. It may have been her overanalyzing. She knew though that Orlando had dirtied her mind, so the simplest comment meant much more. Maybe Paris was dirtying her mind too.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019ll check the schedule for any downtime,\u201d Greg offered.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Before he could say more, the train arrived at their departure.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cTime to corral the herd.\u201d He stood, tipped an invisible cowboy hat, and slipped away.<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A man from the Wild, Wild West in Paris.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The hotel lobby doors slid open a moment later. She knew they were chaperones again.<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">No longer intrigued adults volleying for<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">potential trysts.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Later that evening, the students were settled and only talking lightly<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> Paris had worn them out, like the city had worn out Greg\u2019s feet. Such a victory, nevertheless, came with its own casualties. Mrs. Mower was tired. Yet her deep insides ached with a heat but more than her feet ached when she remembered Orlando was close by. A floor away and likely waiting for her to show up that night.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cKaren,\u201d Misty said, seeming to have just remembered something, \u201cthis was under the door for you. It may have been for a different room. I didn\u2019t understand it. But whoever it\u2019s for, they\u2019re wanted in Room No. 23 at 2300.\u201d Misty handed her the note.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The handwriting was scribble.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cKids may have tricks up their sleeves<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">. <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Beware and don\u2019t become prey.\u201d Misty slipped into the bathroom with her toiletry bag and bathrobe.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This was not a note from a high school boy, or girl. The handwriting was too professionally sloppy. And these kids didn\u2019t know military time. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Orlando, you are crazy<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">, she thought. She pressed the note to her chest in excitement. Her smartwatch showed 2200. She had an hour to hurry up and wait.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She slipped into her long, knit sweater dress and Nikes. She didn\u2019t get to show it to him last night. It and the shoes could give her a more solid reason for being out of her room than wearing slippers and a teddy. Still she left off her bra again. Easy in, easy out.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She left the key to room No. 12 under her pillow. \u201cI\u2019ll be back soon, Misty,\u201d she called.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The elevator pinged and the door slid open. Greg was there.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMrs. Mower, you\u2019re out. Going for a walk in the Parisian night?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She was thunderstruck and muddled an answer. \u201cJust for a quick picture of the tower. I can\u2019t get a good shot from my window.\u201d She cursed when she said it. She would have avoided any divergence from Orlando\u2019s special room if she would have said anything related to nannying kids.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMind if I come along?\u201d he asked.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSure,\u201d she said, her voice wobbling.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The hand above the elevator moved away from the floor she wanted to get to.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She tried to wrap her arms around her breasts to keep them from swaying, making it obvious she was braless. Outside, the cool night breeze snaked up her legs and tickled her pining pussy.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLovely, isn\u2019t it?\u201d Greg took his eyes off the tower to look into her eyes.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She noticed they were green under the streetlights. More than the color, they had a distinctness. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He wanted more<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">, Mrs. Mower thought. His proposed meeting at a caf\u00e9 would be a step to his main intension. Mrs. Mower was not opposed to men who knew what they wanted.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She lifted her phone to grab the picture when she noticed him lick his lips. His eyes had glided across her chest and down her legs to the Nikes.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe chose a great hotel,\u201d she answered finally.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe walls are somewhat thin.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She laughed. \u201cWhat have you heard?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI uh\u2026 I will let your mind wander.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A breeze swept by. \u201cIt\u2019s chilly. Time to go back.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">To her surprise, he put his arm around her and gave a gentle squeeze. Maybe to offer warmth on a cool night. Maybe not.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With the squeeze, her breasts pressed together and slowly broadened like balloons. His mouth oozed a sweet sound. The same as hers whenever she saw chocolate.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He led her inside to the elevator. They pressed buttons for different floors. While rising she was twirling in excitement. She always loved the attention of men and a new man was a thrill, a thrill to any woman, assuring her about her evident beauty. Standing there, heat burned beneath her dress despite the cold. Her nipples had hardened and were ready for thick lips and a wet mouth.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She checked her watch. 23:10. Would Orlando be there or given up his post?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A soft knock and the door opened into a grand room, the curtains spread wide with the city lights gleaming on the floor.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Without a word, they hugged each other and kissed deeply. She felt his strong hands slide through her hair and tug back her head. His tongue sought out hers. Her tongue touched his gently and escaped, like a little girl playing tag. She would be caught. Her hands pulled up his shirt to reveal the waist and chest that had been her image of stimulation since that night. Her hands now were roving through the dark forest. She tweaked his nipples and he jumped and covered them. She giggled as he rubbed the unexpected pinches. He grabbed and lifted her over his shoulder. She was laughing and slapping, until he heaved her onto the tall bed. She grabbed the waist band of his shorts and pulled his close.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-37185 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/10\/room-23-paris-erotic-story_850x425.jpeg\" alt=\"room 23 paris erotica story\" width=\"850\" height=\"425\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/10\/room-23-paris-erotic-story_850x425.jpeg 850w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/10\/room-23-paris-erotic-story_850x425-300x150.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/10\/room-23-paris-erotic-story_850x425-768x384.jpeg 768w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 850px) 100vw, 850px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019ve waited and waited to see you in person. I have not waited so long for one dick.\u201d She reached into his shorts and felt the abundance, strong and ready.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe don\u2019t have a lot of time,\u201d she warned. \u201cMy roommate will be wondering about me soon. Just fuck me hard. I need it so bad.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Orlando\u2019s calloused hands disappeared under her dress and she felt their roughness rub up her thick thighs. They dragged along the curvature of her waist and torso, and then grip her tits. In his play, he raised her dress to expose her nakedness to the lights of Paris shining through the opened windows. Soon her body was uncovered except her face, which was covered with the dress.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Meanwhile, his cock was aligning itself with her pussy. She felt, more intimately than his kneading hands, the tip of his penis brushed the folds of her sex. The hardness swept by, this time waking her clit. She twitched and the large head of Orlando\u2019s long-desired cock passed into her. She gasped and gripped the blanket.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFuck me hard, hard!\u201d she gave a muffled shout through the cloth.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Orlando obeyed gladly. He rammed her deeply. She immediately felt his balls slap on her ass cheeks. Her body tightened and her teeth clenched. She could not open her eyes because of the sensations. They connected in their bodily twists and thrusts. Her breasts twirled around and around in circles as he rocked her. She tried to grab them so they wouldn\u2019t hit her chin, but her arms were trapped by her dress.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Orlando grunted once and she recognized it as the same huff as she heard through their emeeting.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She urged him. \u201cCum good for me. All over me, daddy.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He said nothing but it worked. He simply drove deeper, spreading her wide and making her pussy swell so as to trap him as best as possible. He grunted again and then followed by other raw sounds.\u00a0 He then said, \u201cShit, shit, shit. I\u2019m about to \u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He pulled out his glistening dick, and she felt a hot spray land on her stomach and tits. He rolled over. She maneuvered herself from the binds of her dress. When her head appeared, her hair was bedraggled and her forehead was glistening with a soft perspiration.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI want more and I\u2019ll need a cigarette after,\u201d she whimpered, while drawing an O in the load he had blasted onto her torso.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAs you wish.\u201d He started to move but she stopped him with a giggle. \u201cWe need to get back.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cRight. 2300 tomorrow.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She wiped a bunch of his runny goo onto the bedspread. She stood and shuffled her dress to seem more presentable.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMy roommate is going to ask where I\u2019ve been, so I need to get back,\u201d Mrs. Mower said. She placed a kiss on his heavy lips. \u201cTomorrow, please.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He nodded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">XXX<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower delicately pushed open the door to room No. 6. The lights were off, so she tiptoed into the bathroom. She almost made it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhere have you been?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She cursed. Misty was awake.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cJust a little time in Paris.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOutside?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI have some great pics. A great night.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI saw Orlando go into No. 23.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower went silent.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThen I saw you go in after 2300.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou were checking?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI was making sure you weren\u2019t being tricked by some crazy teenager. A quick pic by a student and you could be in a world of embarrassment.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019ll tell you. He tricked me.\u201d She forced a laugh. Her hand was gripping the door handle to the bathroom.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cTricked you, hmm.\u201d She clicked on the light over her bed. Mrs. Mower saw the face of a teacher scorned. \u201cI heard you enjoying his \u2018trick\u2019. Or should I say \u2018dick\u2019?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower gasped. Her body tightened and her face flushed to a heated red.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNothing to say?\u201d Misty asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She only went into the bathroom. Misty hopped out of bed and made it to the door before Mrs. Mower could close and lock it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHow was it?\u201d Misty pressed.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">No answer, only Mrs. Mower bracing against the door.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHow was it fucking Jacob\u2019s dad? Tell me, Karen. I want details.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower was surprised by the last comments. She opened the door. She wanted to talk about the night\u2019s adventure.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Misty stepped in, wearing running shorts and a tight sports bra. Her taut stomach and her lean legs bare.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower kicked off her Nikes and pulled the knit dress over her head.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIs that\u2026 on you?\u201d She pointed to the dried cum on Mrs. Mower\u2019s stomach.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She put her hand under the faucet and wiped water over the dried cum.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHe knew right what to do.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She flicked on the shower water and let it heat up.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOnly a few men know just what to do.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She turned back and saw Misty\u2019s eyes scanning her body.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDetails, Karen, details.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The room quickly steamed up because of the water and, as much, from Mrs. Mower&#8217;s retelling of the night\u2019s tryst.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHis dick is marvelous.\u201d Mrs. Mower yanked back the shower curtain and stepped in. Her hair limp and sticking to her face, water draining off her chin. \u201cIt sounds clich\u00e9, but clich\u00e9s sometimes are perfect descriptions.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAmazing. You\u2019ve got me bothered. I am going to\u2026 I mean I need to go to bed,\u201d Misty said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower peeled back the curtain once more. The room was empty. She ended the shower and towelled off. She cracked the door open slightly to let out the steam. With her ear against the cool door, she heard a ruffling of the bed sheets and a soft moan. Misty McGuire was releasing her own pent-up steam.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She needed a little fun<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">. She giggled.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The next day was the third day of the trip. The chaperones were given three hours of free time in the afternoon in a shuffled schedule.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Greg came to Mrs. Mower. \u201cWe have time for a coffee in a caf\u00e9 along the Seine. Would you like to come with me?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His eyes that were a unique green under the streetlights now were sharp and even more distinct. She knew Orlando would have time off a few hours later. What else did she have to do?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHave a place in mind?\u201d she asked.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He led her out of the hotel lobby and to a Vespa. He gave Mrs. Mower a helmet and put on his.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThis is going to ruin my hair,\u201d she said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He started up the high-pitched motor. \u201cI\u2019ll pay for any damages.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She slid on the helmet and climbed onto the mousy machine. Greg revved the 125cc engine, pretending it was a huge, all-American Harley-Davidson. She locked her hands around his waist. They zipped down the narrow street. The breeze was light on her face. At times, it carried smells up from the river and exhaust from the cars.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He drove between and around cars and buses, across bridges over the Seine and back, making extra turns to take in more sights. Mrs. Mower thought she might be a little tantalizing for him. She pressed her obvious breasts into his back, she lightheartedly shouted, \u201cYippee!\u201d to encourage him. As they came to one stop, she let her hands slide lower than they should go. Only briefly. In sudden response, his shoulders broadened and his back straightened.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They arrived at the Caf\u00e9 de Seine. He parked the bike, and they took a seat in the warm sun beneath a bright red awning. The long, low boats wafted by lazily and passers-by chatted.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He had an espresso, black, and a panini. She ordered a spritz and a salad. Mrs. Mower exhaled with satisfaction. \u201cThis has been a great trip.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGlad I could come along too. I wasn\u2019t sure if I could get time off, or if Darren would want his dad around.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019m glad he was okay with it, honestly.\u201d She darted her eyes toward the arched bridge.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe have several agreements. I can\u2019t act in a way that he would consider embarrassing. I can\u2019t talk to him too much. I cannot, in no way, put my arm around him.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower laughed. \u201cThat is a typical teenager.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI bet he would consider it extremely and utterly embarrassing for me to take his math teacher on a ride through Paris and then lunch with her.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWorthy of being kicked back home?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cExactly.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWould our conversational topic change his mind? I mean school or \u2026 something else.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI don\u2019t think so. That means any subject is on the table.\u201d He sipped from his tiny cup.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat have you enjoyed seeing in the city?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou.\u201d He responded frankly. Mrs. Mower was caught off guard. A Vespa beeped its miniature honk.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He said, \u201cYou and I had a parent-teacher conference earlier in the year. And when I saw you, I was astounded. I thought that is a true woman.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMath teacher never came to mind?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNothing like that. You\u2019re not a teacher to me. You\u2019re \u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower leaned forward as did the thought behind her question. The words released with a husky, intrigued tone. \u201cI\u2019m what? Tell me.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019re a woman I want to see alone, after dark, in Paris.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cA simple walk in the park?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo. In a room, in the hotel, away from anyone else.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSounds Parisian.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He didn\u2019t answer. Only his green eyes grew more intense. She didn\u2019t need to wonder if her interest, or the fact that she didn\u2019t throw her drink in his face, surprised him. Instead, she wanted to know what about her intrigued men enough to let them make such forward advances. She must not have a teacher-esque nature.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower leaned back, uncrossed her legs. \u201cHow much are you interested? In meeting tonight, even if it would not be alone.\u201d She raised her eyebrows and brought her drink to her lips, studying him over the brim.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He was startled. \u201cNot alone? Someone else is going to know.\u201d His face changed. A realization had suddenly appeared. \u201cHave you been?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She put her hand on his knee and rubbed his thigh. \u201cHow badly do you want it?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIs the other person a guy or a girl?\u201d he asked timidly in gauging his answer.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThis is why you came on the trip. Not the Eiffel Tower or Notre Dame. Certainly not the geometry of this city.\u201d She shook her head, a devious grin appearing. \u201cJust trust me. No. 23 at 2310, sharp.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The afternoon and evening dragged on. The City of Paris had lost its flair when compared to what might happen that night.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower\u2019s smartwatch vibrated at 10:50. The night was about to start. She sprayed her Chanel No. 5 on her neck and along her thighs, because of the jasmine and rose scent she loved.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMisty, I\u2019ll be back. Got a meeting tonight.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She closed the door to No. 6 and headed to the secret room. The elevator did not move fast enough for her excitement. She knocked on the door of No. 23.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Everything on this floor was still. Extremely silent and unmoving. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Is he here tonight?<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> she thought. She knocked again. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He wouldn\u2019t not be here\u2014not after last night<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She checked her watch. 10:56. Maybe he was one who was punctual, always exactly on time. Never early, never late. An attorney might have that precision.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She leaned against the door, concerned. The elevator dinged.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She said excitedly, \u201cYou like being on time, I can see.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Around the corner came Misty.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/lelo-switch\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"toy-banner alignnone wp-image-46265 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/lelo-switch-dual-sided-vibrator-wand.jpg\" alt=\"switch wand lelo\" width=\"850\" height=\"425\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/lelo-switch-dual-sided-vibrator-wand.jpg 850w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/lelo-switch-dual-sided-vibrator-wand-300x150.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/lelo-switch-dual-sided-vibrator-wand-768x384.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/lelo-switch-dual-sided-vibrator-wand-770x385.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 850px) 100vw, 850px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes, it\u2019s me, in the flesh. Let\u2019s get inside. We don\u2019t have time to piddle around. Visits to No. 23 are secrets, are they not?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019m waiting for No. 23 to open.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There was another ding from down the hall. Her watch showed 10:59.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMrs. Mower \u2026 and Ms. McGuire?\u201d Orlando scratched his head. \u201cFunny to see you here. The kids aren\u2019t making fools of us, are they?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCalm down,\u201d Mrs. Mower said, dragging her forefinger down his chest. \u201cShe knows and she was excited by it.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAh. There are no onlookers, mind you.\u201d Orlando reached between them and unlocked the door. Inside, the room had been cleaned. The bedspread was without a crease or wrinkle. Orlando whipped open wide the curtains.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFor Paris!\u201d he said royally.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He turned back and saw Mrs. Mower with her arm around Misty\u2019s and the tips of their noses touching.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower was asking, \u201cHave you ever kissed another woman?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Misty shook her head, not letting her stare unlock from Mrs. Mower\u2019s.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019ll find how rough men are.\u201d Mrs. Mower took the hem of her shirt and raised it up and over her head. Like Orlando had done, Mrs. Mower left Misty entangled in the shirt so she could take down her shorts. Orlando walked behind Misty and released her small tits from her bra and ran his palms over her pointed nipples.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Misty gasped when she felt his rough hands and then whimpered in the double-timing of Orlando and Mrs. Karen Mower. Orlando looked at the two women before him. Misty with her eyes closed and Mrs. Mower working her magic.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou look like a goddess when you\u2019re on your knees,\u201d Orlando told Mrs. Mower.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOh, Orlando.\u201d She shook her head and waved off his comment.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She found Misty had left off her panties.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWow, Orlando, we have a woman with a nice buzz cut of dark hair. Lovely.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower ran her palm over the prickly hair. While doing so, she stretched her neck and placed a soft kiss over Misty\u2019s bellybutton.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI love a good bush,\u201d Orlando said into Misty\u2019s ear.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower stood up and led Misty to the end of the bed. \u201cYou\u2019ve never kissed a girl, so I bet you\u2019ve never been eaten by a woman either.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Misty only dipped her head shyly. Mrs. Mower had Misty lay back and set her heels on the bed. She then bent over, legs straight, ass high.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Misty\u2019s sex seemed to open as shyly as she had acknowledged no female fun before. Her inner labia were small, happening to match her form. Mrs. Mower dipped her face into her pussy and tickled Misty with her tongue. The woman gave an immediate squeal. \u201cOh my god! Oh my god!\u201d She repeated the phrase each time she felt the tongue lap her precious place. When the tongue rubbed her clit, she gave a heave. \u201cShit, shit, shit.\u201d She pressed her hand against Mrs. Mower\u2019s forehead.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower raised her head. From the landscape of a prickly bush, the great plains of her torso to the rising and falling hills of her breasts, Mrs. Mower saw Misty\u2019s teeth nipping her pink lips and her eyes shut tightly.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The three of them heard a knock on the door.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">While Misty couldn\u2019t care, Orlando stood abruptly.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt\u2019s okay. Open it,\u201d Mrs. Mower assured him. \u201cPut a towel on though.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Orlando wrapped around a rough, white towel, which could not hide his erection. Mrs. Mower liked the contrast of his dark body and the bleached towel.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He opened the door an inch. \u201cYes?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOrlando?\u201d came the man&#8217;s voice.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGreg!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They stood still, completely surprised, staring at each other.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWell, let him in,\u201d Mrs. Mower said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Orlando opened the door wider and Greg slipped in. It was locked again, along with one huge secret. Two teachers, two dads, one orgy.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Greg noticed Mrs. Mower\u2019s apple bottom ass and the deep, dark crevice separating the pair of cheeks.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAnd that is why I came to Paris,\u201d Greg said and licked his lips.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower looked over her shoulder, her mouth smeared with Misty\u2019s wetness.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBetter join in or you\u2019ll lose out.\u201d Mrs. Mower smacked Misty\u2019s butt. The flesh wiggled from cheek to cheek and down each thigh. She smacked her ass again and, this time, she grabbed a fist full of the abundance.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As Orlando moved to Misty\u2019s satisfied face, Greg kicked off his shoes, undid his belt and dropped his shorts. He stroked his dick, although just the thought of what might happen had straightened it to full girth.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/lelo-switch\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-46266 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/switch-vibrator-wand-lelo.jpg\" alt=\"waterproof vibrator wand\" width=\"850\" height=\"425\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/switch-vibrator-wand-lelo.jpg 850w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/switch-vibrator-wand-lelo-300x150.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/switch-vibrator-wand-lelo-768x384.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/switch-vibrator-wand-lelo-770x385.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 850px) 100vw, 850px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Greg pulled apart Mrs. Mower\u2019s ass, straining her asshole taut. In sight too was the desired love. The lush lips were open and seemed to be accepting dicks willingly. He pushed the head of his cock passed the labia.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower\u2019s neck arched with the entry. The cock was long, narrow, like an emperor\u2019s scepter. It touched her depths over and over. She pushed back against him, taking it as deep as possible. The smack of her round ass and his hips was tantalizing. Suddenly, he grabbed her rumpled hair and pulled back her head.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSay my name! Scream it,\u201d he ordered.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGreg! Greg! Keep fucking me.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Each time she shouted his name, he rammed her deeper. Finally, she squealed. All the build-up in her escaped in an orgasm and she felt flat on the bed panting.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Greg got an order.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe need you on top, man.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He looked over at Orlando. He had climbed onto with Misty riding him like a cowgirl.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIn my ass,\u201d Misty cooed.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOur little angel is becoming wicked tonight.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLet me do my part.\u201d Greg spread her thin ass. The stretched glorious hole was bright pink.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Misty hissed and whimpered as her body was stretched by the penetration of Greg\u2019s dick and Orlando\u2019s thick wood. The two men and Misty found a smooth rhythm. She soon was realizing the firmness of male strength.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Orlando began to huff. Hearing it, Greg began to near his tipping point too.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCome on, come on. Finish it in me now! Don\u2019t hold back, I want it all,\u201d commanded Misty who had been timid only a few minutes ago.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Both men grunted barbarically. In a moment later, Mrs. Mower saw three Americans in Paris, naked and slumped over in ecstasy.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMy god, you three were a sight I never expected to see,\u201d she said. \u201cI figured the guys would be interested. But Ms. McGuire, you were a surprise.\u201d She stepped forward and kissed Misty on her reddened face.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The next day\u2019s tour, the last before their flight home, was of the Paris Catacombs and the Versailles Palace.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">While on the Palace grounds, Misty came up to Mrs. Mower.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI will never forget last night,\u201d she said. \u201cI wasn\u2019t sure how it would all go. I wondered if I would be forgotten among the three of you.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou forgotten? Never.\u201d She put her arm around the young woman to give her a light squeeze.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Misty looked at her co-worker\u2019s lips and mouth. They had kissed and licked her pussy so intensely, bringing her over her brink.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI just want to kiss you, Karen. I mean, to really kiss you, to pay back to you what you did for me.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower saw her desire well up in her eyes. She tried to cool down the heat. \u201cNot here. Soon, maybe. Consider what I did as a gift of a sort.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019ll get your payback.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWait, wait.\u00a0 You made it sound like something I should be afraid of.\u201d She winked. \u201cMaybe I should be afraid.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI plot.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower gave her a friendly hug. \u201cCome get me anytime. Maybe a teacher-teacher conference might be a good chance.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A girl shouted nearby and a guy ran away, laughing.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cTime to play chaperone once more,\u201d Ms. McGuire said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That evening, Misty was still keeping the girls in order and moving as packing became the focus of the night. \u201cWe need to be ready when the bus gets here in the morning. No lollygagging around.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower started to gather her things when she found a key on the floor by her bed. The key was to No. 12, Orlando\u2019s and Greg\u2019s room. It was the last night, so she tossed her bra on the bed, along with her tiny, white panties.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She sneaked upstairs to their room in her gray knit dress and those Nikes. She slid in the key and turned the latch.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Orlando, standing in boxers, fumbled for words when Mrs. Mower appeared. \u201cWhat in the world \u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat?\u201d Greg called from the bathroom.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou have a guest,\u201d Mrs. Mower answered.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Greg stepped into view. He was in a pair of white jockey shorts.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMrs. Mower, a surprise!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She took off one shoe. \u201cYesterday, Misty got to have you both.\u201d She kicked off her other shoe. \u201cI had to sit by. Tonight, though, our last night in Paris. I wanted to give you a gift.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She lifted up her dress. Her naked body drew the two men to her magnetically. Their hands patted her and touched her all over. Orlando ran his hand through her hairy bush and then twisted a dark nipple. Greg smacked her ass.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cStand there and strip.\u201d She watched the boxers and jockeys drop to the carpet.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The sight of the two fully erected dicks made her shiver. They were big and beautiful.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She knelt between them, eye-level with the heads.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower looked up at Orlando and grabbed his cock tightly, nearly strangling it. The redness that she first witnessed via the emeeting that one midnight engorged the head again. \u201cYou said I am a goddess on my knees. Let me be a goddess in Paris one last time.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Before he could respond, his cock was being licked with her long tongue. The very tip started at its base and rose up the shaft. At the top, her mouth wrapped around the large head. Meanwhile, her left hand stroked Greg\u2019s lean length.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Both men were enjoying her. Their eyes were closed, and she saw they were soaking up the attention. Then Greg gulped when Mrs. Mower gently kissed his dick\u2019s head. When she sucked on it, her tongue swirled and her mouth suctioned the pole.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019re so good.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNever had better. Your mouth and hands, they\u2019re \u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Before Greg could finish, Mrs. Mower bobbed hard on him. The power of her mouth quieted men. Soon she heard them each struggling, bodies tensing up and easing, toes pushing into the carpet, hands balled into fists.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She gave them an order. \u201cCum on my tits. All over them, everywhere. Cover me. Please, let me be your bitch.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Hearing that, Greg stiffened and hissed. He was near his peak. She put her mouth on his cock to spur him to the end. She tasted a spritz of saltiness, so she pulled back and lifted her heavy freckled tits, wiggling and pressing the flesh together. His eyebrows scrunched to contort his face. Then she felt the first hot splotch of gelatin hit her breasts and begin to slide into her deep cleavage. Greg kneaded out the last glob of his juice, flicking it onto her as she demanded.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then she turned to Orlando. \u201cNow you, daddy. Give it to me.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He stroked himself fast. The lube from her sucking flicked onto her. She stared directly at the reddened dick she had wanted for months. \u201cI\u2019ve wanted this for so long, the night we first met. Put your cum all over your goddess. I\u2019m on my knees for you!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His precum sprinkled on her face, following almost immediately by a huge clump of thick, white cum. It landed on her chin and dropped down onto the base of her neck. His next shot landed on one of her large nipples. It dangled there until she lifted with her finger and smeared it on her other nipple to match.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The two men collapsed on either bed, worn out by this woman. She drew on her chest happily.\u00a0 Soon Mrs. Mower had her knit dress and her Nikes on. She left the two men on their beds.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The chaperones were corralling and controlling kids, whose energy had returned, from the time they left the hotel through their flights and layovers. Eventually they arrived at their airport and gathered their luggage.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Orlando and Greg shook hands. \u201cGreat trip, Orlando, I can\u2019t say it enough.\u201d Greg turned to the teachers. \u201cNice to meet you, Ms. McGuire and Mrs. Mower.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI will never forget this trip,\u201d Misty said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower smiled at the three of them. \u201cTill we meet again \u2026 perhaps in Paris.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Orlando said, \u201cThere are plenty of towns here in the U.S. named \u2018Paris.\u2019 That is, if we want another go of it.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Misty picked up her bags. \u201cOr we can make another memory in another town in another part of the world.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Enjoy this story more with 15% off <a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">LELO.com<\/a> with code <span style=\"color: #800080;\">VOLONTE15<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; The wheels of the airliner screeched against the runway, bounced and then screeched again. The sudden pressure of the stop tightened the seatbelts against the waists of the travelers.\u00a0 Mrs. Mower startled awake in the cramped seat, her hips aching where the armrests had pressed into them throughout the flight. As the plane stopped at its gate, Mrs. Mower shook her mind awake. She pushed her son&#8217;s wobbly head from her shoulder. The boy was still deep in sleep. 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