Summer trip with a friend [mf] | 2016

Last summer this girl asked me if I wanted to go on a trip with her. She was going to France for a couple of weeks, would I like to come along? To be honest I have no idea why she asked me. I knew her fine and we had always gotten along, but I have no idea why she asked me instead of the other dozen guys who are always hovering around her. Maybe she did ask them for all I know. Maybe they just said no. Maybe they couldn't afford the three thousand bucks that a two week trip to France will cost you if you go. But anyway, for whatever reason, she asked me. And I said yes.

It's not like I didn't know the girl at all. We spent all of high school hanging around the same people. And after high school both of us went to the same college. So we've spent plenty of time around each other. I've seen her place, she's seen mine, it's just that nothing ever happened, you know?

Not that I never wanted anything to happen. She's pretty cute. There's nothing wrong with her that's for sure. She has this cute little smile like she's shy all the time. A bit short but that's okay, and she's always hiding her curves under jeans and a loose shirt, I don't know why because really she's got nothing to be ashamed of. Small tits, sure, but perky. And she's got nice dark hair, a great butt and that cute little smile.

So I went. I'm not rich but I guess I'm rich enough. Enough to rationalize dropping 3 Ks on a trip anyway. To be honest my parents paid for most of it. And hers. Her dad's a lawyer, not that it matters one bit, but he'd doing alright. He set us up with a couple of places to stay for most of the trip. We took the plane to Paris where a friend of his picked us up and brought us over to his place.

I've got to say that first day in Paris was hell. It's a beautiful place and the guy's got this cute little house and this nice little wife, but it's an overnight flight and even though they played the worst movies known to man, I still couldn't sleep at all on the plane. Spent the night looking outside even though there was nothing to see. So the first day the only thing I wanted to do was lie down, but everybody kept telling me if I did I'd spend the whole trip trying to adjust to Eurotime. Better suck it up and stay up all day and sleep at night and get the jetlag done with. So that's what I did.

When we finally went to bed I was so groggy I couldn't think straight. The house was nice, but tiny, so my friend (Anna, that's her name, just realized I forgot to mention it) and I had to share a bed. That's fine. No biggie right? I mean we're adults, I can spend a night with a girl without wanting to bang her, right? Right.

I got in bed first while she was still brushing her teeth and settled in for the night. I've never seen this girl in anything revealing, ever. And with that shy little smile of hers, it's hard to imagine any guy has, even though I knew a couple got to see more than that. But still, I expect her to come out of the bathroom wearing some sort of granny nightgown, which is the only kind of sleepwear I've ever seen her in.

But when she comes into the bedroom she's still fully dressed. She grabs a t-shirt from her bag, turns her back to me, and with the lights still on proceeds to strip down to her panties, bra all the way off and all, just a little bit of purple cotton covering her ass, and then she puts on that t-shirt and gets in bed.

What the fuck was that?

I got up to turn off the light trying to figure out what just happened there. I've never had a girl strip in front of me before, especially not that girl, not without it being clear what was going to happen next.

But come on, we're adults right? Just because a girl shows you her panties doesn't mean she wants you to rip them off of her, right? Girls show guys their panties all the time. This didn't mean anything. I'm not some sex-starved sex-maniac who's got to fuck everything that's got two legs and a couple of tits. I'm mature, sophisticated, worldly. I understand the female mind. If that girl had a thing for me, I'd know. And anyway I'm so fucking tired there's nothing I could do about it right now. I just close my eyes and I'm out cold in two seconds flat.

But the next day those purple panties are first and foremost in my mind.

We spent that day sightseeing. We checked out the most famous places: the Louvres, the Eiffel tower, all the touristy spots. We had lunch and dinner at cute little cafés on the Rive Gauche. And all that time there was absolutely nothing sexual between the two of us. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. And that night when she went to bed, she was wearing that granny nightgown I was sure she'd brought along. I went to sleep congratulating myself. I'm not a fool after all. Good thing I didn't ruin this trip by trying something with this girl. Man, I do understand women. And when I had to sneak out to the bathroom to rub one out because I couldn't fall asleep, that had nothing to do with her lying there so close to me.

The following day was more of same: just sightseeing with a friend. But that night the granny nightgown was gone and the underwear and t-shirt were back again. The weather was warming up though, and the house didn't have air conditioning, so I blamed the change of outfits on the heat. The girl does have great legs though. And a cute little ass. Panties really don't cover much.

After four days we left Paris and started traveling around the country. We wanted to see as much of France as we could. Her parents had friends near Bordeaux, so we were heading south, but slowly, stopping somewhere different every day.

The first night out of Paris we spent in a small village a few hours out of town. We wanted to see the French countryside, not just the major cities. The weather was getting brutally hot and muggy, and the little inn we stayed at didn't have much in terms of comfort other than the bed and the bathroom. No air conditioning of course, so the room was really stuffy.

We got there late after dinner (the French eat dinner so late we pretty much always went straight from the dinner table to our bed) and Anna said she hadn't showered that day so she wants to wash off before bed. It's funny how girls do that. Guys never tell you how much their armpits stink no matter how much they reek of cheese. But on the whole way back to the inn she's complaining how much she stinks. So we get to our room and she gets in the shower and I sit in bed and pick up my book trying to figure out what I'm supposed to be wearing. It's so hot I don't want anything more than my boxer shorts, if even that, but that wasn't exactly sexy talk before so I'm thinking the girl probably doesn't want to be sharing a bed with a naked guy. Not naked me at least. So despite the heat I keep my shirt on.

She doesn't though. She comes out of the bathroom wearing only a towel, a short towel, and starts casually talking to me while drying her hair. Where do we go tomorrow? There's this old cathedral that's centuries old, maybe we should check that out? Yes, sure, whatever you want. Now's not the time to tell her she's got nice boobs, it it? Of that when she raises her arms up like that I can almost see the slit of her pussy under the towel? I don't know etiquette for shit, so I don't say anything. And again she slips on a pair of panties and a t-shirt and gets in bed all casually. I wish I could say I'm all casual, but to be honest this semi-nakedness is starting to get to me. It takes me a while to fall asleep again, but she's not sleeping either, on account of the heat probably, so it'd be weird if I went to the bathroom for ten minutes. Eventually I fall asleep, and I dream purple panty dreams.

I got to see a lot of panties in the next few days. That girl never wore anything but jeans before, but on this trip it seems she's brought nothing but short skirts. It's so hot, fair enough, and I do enjoy the view, but when you've got a skirt that only covers about four inches below your ass, and you're walking up steep centuries-old stairs to reach the top of an ancient cathedral's bell tower, and when all the while I'm following right behind you, just a couple of steps below, then you can be pretty sure I'm going to get a pretty good view of what's underneath. I'm no underskirt peeping Tom, I tried to be a gentleman and go first, but she insisted on going up first. Those steps are old and worn out and steep, she wanted me behind her in case she slipped.

Purple panties, pink panties, white panties. I got to see all kinds of panties. None of them were sexy panties though, not one of them came from the Victoria's Secret catalog or anything, so it's not like she was trying to seduce me, right? She's just comfortable around me, that's all. I'm like a brother to her. Girls flash their panties in front of their brothers all the time, no? God knows I've been told often enough I'm "like a best friend". Maybe I've never heard that from this girl, but I've heard it plenty from a whole bunch of other girls. I did have a girlfriend once, and after that I've hit if off with a couple of other girls, but my batting average isn't exactly stellar. I'm no Major League player that's for sure. They'd probably kick me out of pee-wee ball to be honest. But anyway, that's just a long-winded way of saying I wasn't about to ruin this trip by making a move on this girl just because she kept showing me her panties.

After a few days in the country, we finally got to Bordeaux. Her dad's friend married this French woman who had inherited a vineyard and that's where we were supposed to spend the night. The vineyard had belonged to her family for generations. It wasn't in Bordeaux, which is a big city, but on the outskirts of a small village nearby.

The village was tiny and we got there late and we tried and tried to call her dad's friend but they wouldn't pick up. We walked around the village square for a while but it was deserted, so as it got later and later we figured we had to figure out a plan B. We found a wooded area just outside the village that was quiet and deserted and we decided to camp there for the night.

The days were still hot but still, we weren't exactly well-equipped for camping. We didn't even have a blanket to sleep on. We just put on warm clothes and lied down on the ground, and we cuddled for warmth and reassurance.

It was basically impossible to fall asleep. I had my hand on her stomach, her ass against my crotch, her hair inches from my nose, her neck a hair's breadth away from my lips. But at the same time I was pissed off. At her dad's friend mostly, for not picking up the phone, but also at her, for getting us in this mess. So it wasn't too difficult to keep my boner in my pants, even though we lied there for hours before finally catching a bit of sleep.

The next day we finally managed to get in touch with her dad's friend. Turns out he had inadvertently left his phone off the hook the night before. Also turns out he's a (more or less functioning) alcoholic. He picked us up, stinking of beer, in his car a bit before noon and drove us to the vineyard. That explains that I guess. For the next two days I never saw the guy without a drink in his hand.

He and his wife were convinced Anna and I were dating so they set us up in the same room, with a small double bed. It wasn't my place to correct them and Anna didn't either, so that's where we slept. First night was pink underwear and t-shirt again. Second night, though...

That couple had cats and Anna's allergic. Even though it said clearly on the bottle that her allergy medicine shouldn't be mixed with alcohol, it was hard not too in that house. We drank a lot over dinner, and even more after that, and when the guy and his wife finally went to bed, Anna and I stayed up to finish the wine.

I'd never seen her loose like that. It was funny in a way. She sounded like she had drunk three times more than she did. She kept blabbering on, about everything: her mom, her dad, the first guy she'd had sex with ("I didn't even like him that much really, but I figured it was time I did it at least once"), lots of personal stuff. When we got in bed she realized she'd spilled some wine on her shirt, so she just took it off. And the bra too. I still got to see her panties, but this time her panties were all she had on.

I stripped down to my boxers and we cuddled again. My hand was cupping her breast, but cupping her breast was as far as I was willing to go that night. Those allergy pills and that wine were like GHB or something. I didn't want to wake up the next day and have her thinking I've date-raped her. Now that would be ruining our trip. I know drinking is basically France's national sport, but I figured surely they still must have laws against sexxing really drunk girls. Anyway I didn't care to find out. So we cuddled.

I woke up early the next morning. I'd barely slept, but still I just had to get up. She was still sleeping, basically naked. I thought maybe something could happen then, but after a couple of hours our hosts were up and about and Anna was still sleeping so I figured it wasn't meant to be. Also I didn't want our first time to be within earshot of her dad's childhood pal. I got up and joined them for breakfast while Anna slept till early in the afternoon.

That was our last full day in France. Our flight was early the next morning so we spent the rest of that day traveling back to Paris. We got a room at a hotel right next to the airport. I was so exhausted when we finally got there I passed right out. I had only slept about three hours the night before.

Our flight was at 8 or so, and they say you should get to the airport 3 hours in advance so we set our alarm for 4. We were ready to go before 4:30, we were past security before 5.

The terminal was huge and deserted. Nobody else was dumb enough to get there that early apparently. With nothing else to do we sat down in the waiting area and talked. We talked for a while, and the conversation was full of twists and turns and half-stops, but here's more or less how it went.

"I drank too much the other night. I don't remember anything that happened."

"Nothing?"

"I did wake up naked..."

"You had panties."

"Well, that's basically naked. Did anything happen?"

"No."

"Huh. Nothing at all?"

Is it just me or does she sound disappointed?

"We cuddled. I grabbed your boob."

"That's it?"

Don't tell her about the hard-on that kept you up most of the night.

"Yeah. You were very drunk."

"Oh. That's too bad."

Whooa... She is coming on to me. Time for a compliment!

"You have very nice boobs."

She's smiling! Yes!

"And nice underwear."

Girls like it when you compliment them on their underwear, right?

"I thought you liked it. I've seen how you looked at it."

Well goddamn this is getting awkward. I've just spent two weeks avoiding the sex with this girl, congratulating myself on my self-restraint and my keen understanding of the female mind, and all that time she knew everything I was thinking? Shit...

"I did. I do. I'm sorry. Was I not supposed to?"

"You can look all you like."

"I thought you thought of me like your brother or something,,,"

"I don't sleep naked with my brothers."

I can't think of anything of anything that doesn't sound incest-condoning or incest-condemning. Thank God she speaks before I can put my foot in my gaping mouth.

"God I wish we we hadn't come here so early."

"You do?"

"I'm so fucking horny."

"Oh."

"You're not?"

"Huh...I tried to manage it..."

"???"

"Some night when you were sleeping, I went into the bathroom to... you know.

I've got the moves of an elephant on a Xanax.

"You did?"

I try to make it sound like it's a good thing. A compliment, really.

Its a miracle I can ever get laid,

"I wish I'd done that. I wouldn't mind a trip to the restroom right now."

"I can keep an eye on your stuff if you want."

"Or you could come with me..."

"..."

Don't stare at her boobs..

"I'll let you see my underwear."

She leans in for a kiss.

That decides it. Fuck it, there's no one around.

So we walked all the way to the end of the terminal and found the most out-of-the-way restroom we could find. Ten gates away from the nearest sign of civilization. The toilet stalls were wide and roomy.

First we kissed. A lot. You don't get rid of two weeks worth of awkwardness in just a couple of minutes. I kissed her, she kissed me. Our shyness went away and our tongues got well-acquainted. Her lips were soft and her breath smelled of mint (yeah, I know, toothpaste, but mint sounds better). I grabbed her ass. After a while we were interrupted when someone walked into the restroom. We froze and tried not to laugh, but the woman never suspected anything. She did her business and got on her way.

That got rid of whatever awkwardness was left. We kissed again. This time I grabbed her boobs. She grabbed my butt. I undid her shirt buttons and kissed the skin above her breasts. Her breasts are small and I had no trouble getting them out of her bra. Her nipples were stiff and when I teased them she pressed my hand hard against her chest.

I bent down to kiss her. I licked and sucked at the nipples and kissed her tiny tits. She was wearing jeans again for the flight home, but I managed to slide my hand inside to grab a good handful of ass. She moaned a bit to urge me on, quietly so no one would hear us. I straightened up again and we kissed some more, my fingers tracing circles around her exposed nipples. She undid my belt and unzipped my pants.

I was hard. She stroked me while we kept kissing and I got even harder. We didn't go through the trouble of finding an empty restroom just for a handjob though. Jeans can't be pushed up like a skirt, so she took them right off. Sandals came off, jeans and panties fell on top of our bags, and she stood with naked feet on the worn ceramic flooring, her shirt opened and her boobs peeking out of her bra.

Doing it face-to-face was impossible on account of the height difference. We tried but that was a no-go. I picked her up but I'm no weight-lifter and I didn't want to break my cock off by dropping her ass to the floor moments before I came. That would've doubtlessly ruined our trip.

So instead she bent over, braced herself against the dividing wall, and let me enter her from behind.

Her pussy was wet and open when I slid in. I started thrusting and immediately both of us were panting. My belt buckle was going cling-clang on every thrust, and the noise somehow made it okay for us to let go. To hell with being quiet. At this point it wouldn't have mattered if someone had walked in, there was no stopping us. Anybody coming in for a piss could just deal with it. Thankfully though nobody did.

She was moaning, I was grunting, sweat was pooling on the small of her back and I was doing my goddamn best not to peak too soon. I wanted to enjoy it. First time with Anna. First time with my cock inside her. First time hearing all her sexy sex noises. Better make sure she gets to enjoy it if I want there to be a second time.

She did. She took her hand off the wall and started rubbing her clit. Suddenly things got a lot tighter and a lot more intense. I tried to think unsexy thoughts. Think about all the things we'd seen on that trip. The Louvres, the Mona Lisa, our hotel rooms, her purple panties... Fuck unsexy thoughts, she'd better come quickly because I won't last much longer.

Thankfully she did. Her pussy grabbed my cock like it didn't want to let go and clenched over and over. She was biting her lip trying to hold off her moans as best she could. Me there wasn't much more holding off I could do. "I'm going to come" Always better to let a girl know ahead of time is what I've learned. "Come inside me." The cleaning crew should thank her for that because there was no holding it in: it was her pussy or the floor.

She was coming hard from the sound of it. Squealing and muttering through clenched teeth. She let go of her clit and reached back for my ass and I released, pumping bucket loads of cum inside her. A couple of weeks worth I'd say, judging from the feel of it.

I collapsed over her. Both her hands braced against the wall, both my hands holding on to her tiny tits. Straps dangling off her unlatched bra. When the hell did I unhook that?

We straightened up. Cum dripped down from her pussy to the floor. Sorry, cleaning crew. I zipped up, she toweled herself off, and we went back to the terminal to wait for our plane. That night she slept at my place. With her panties off.