She stands on the observation deck and sees the storm rolling in. From the corner of her eye, she can see him. He’s watching her. She smiles. As the wind begins to blow, he approaches her, yet feels no fear. She turns and looks directly at him as he walks toward her. Within seconds he is standing next to her. He drapes his arms on the railing of the observation deck right next to hers. Their elbows are barely touching. Her smile becomes more broad. He smiles too. They turn and look directly at each other. It’s as if he knows her, but they’ve never gazed at one another before. The rain has begun and there’s thunder too. She touches his arm and he grabs her hand in his. He pulls her to him, stares into her green eyes and kisses her passionately. She is the first to pull away, though she’s not sure why. They step back from each other momentarily. All of a sudden he is behind her. He wraps his arms around her waist and begins furiously kissing her neck. She moans and arches body into his as the lightning explodes around and within them.
She turns around to face him. He’s handsome, but not overly so. He has this look on his face. It is ecstasy. They’ve not said a word. Not one word, but they haven’t needed to. Their bodies are speaking for them. He kisses her passionately on the mouth. Tongues intertwine. Hands grope for purchase. For skin. Even though they are fully clothed they want to touch skin. The warmth of it. The heat. He unzips his fly and she grabs his cock. He is so hard for her. She is so wet. He pulls her skirt up and she’s naked underneath. He thrusts himself into her. Lightning crashes with the rhythm of their fucking. She gasps at the size of him. At his prowess. She wonders, why me? He looks at her and sees nothing but beauty. More lightning, more rain, and more thunder. Her breath quickens with her approaching orgasm. He can sense it and fucks her more shallowly. To make her feel his cock on her clit. She screams and she cums and the thunder roars in time with it. He smiles a devilish grin. She reaches down and feels his balls. They are a drawn and tight. She asks, “do you want to cum inside?” He says, “oh yes please.” She says, “then please do.”
He’s not ready yet. He has her braced against the railing of the Eiffel Tower. There is thunder and lightning everywhere. Her hair is flowing in the wind. He leans in and kisses her neck as he’s fucking her. She moans in expectation of his orgasm. He grunts and says, “I’m going to fill you up. Fill you with my heat and my lust.” And then he does. She feels the pulse of him inside of her. Feels him fill her up. They look at each other, they smile and their breathing slows. She says, “this was not quite the welcome to Paris that I expected.” There is one more flash of lightning and the storm subsides. She lowers her dress, and he zips up his trousers. She says, “I think after that, we need lunch and a glass of wine.” He smiles devilishly and says, “you took the words right out of my mouth.” They leave the observation deck in search of a small cafe.