Sun blazes over Place de la Concorde. I regret this invite already. My lifelong friend Katia drags me to her friend’s birthday. Unknown crowd. I buzz her in. Tailored suit feels safe. Wrong. She grimaces. Young bikers. Rock fanatics. Leather souls. I crave terrace sun, people-watching. But she raids my closet. Black leather pants hug my thighs like a lover’s grip. Satin white top shimmers. Feels young. Edgy. Her husband Marc waits, door open. Charming. Eyes linger. We cruise Pont de la Concorde, Saint-Germain, to Quai des Anjou. Île Saint-Louis gleams. Exclusive enclave. Motos parked like jewels. Chrome shines under sun. I stroke one. Silky leather seats. Memories flood. Rock pounds from the hall. I slip in. Marc pulls me. Introductions. Kids, twentyish. I grab a paper. Cool corner. Katia brings drinks. The birthday boy? Late. Timid like me. Around five, cheers erupt. I glance up from Agatha Christie. He’s here. Not a kid. Mid-twenties. Brother to the tall dark dancer. Leather pants mold his slim 1.80 frame. Blue shirt open. Smooth chest. Biker saint medallion glints. He leans. Kisses my cheek. ‘Not skimping today.’ Angel smile. Heart stops. Gay? Too perfect. Eyes lock. Katia grins. I play coy. Evening flows. Traiteur tables overflow. Laughter. I fit in. Lights dim. Cake glow. ‘Happy Birthday.’ Applause. Strong arms hoist me. Scream. Outside. Moonlit palisade. Him. Fingers trace my face. ‘Where were you all these years?’ Neck kiss. Lips crash. Hands roam back. Grip ass. Pulls me hard. Tongues duel. His scent intoxicates. Helmet on. Straddle his Kawa. Engine roars. Paris nights blur. Towers sparkle. Stop at cozy bistro. Family-owned. Warm waves. Up narrow stairs. Parents’ flat. Door shuts. Arms crush me. Kisses devour. Shoulders bare. Leather pants slide. String only. His shirt falls. Chest smooth. Hot. Damp. Unzip him. Boxer bulges. Fingers outline. Dive in. Grip shaft. Stroke. Balls heavy. Bra off. Full breasts sway. Pushes me to sofa. Back down. Nips nipples. Boxer gone. String aside. Fingers probe wet pussy. Clit throbs. Cock rigid. Huge. String off. Naked. Pussy seeks. He thrusts deep. Cry rips. Pleasure. Savage hips pound. Fast. Deep. Rales. Hot cum floods. Side by side. Caresses linger. Shower steam rises. Water scalds. Lick cock end to end. Suck head. Hands grip skull. Moans echo. Out. To bed. Sixty-nine. Tongues plunge. Cunts and cocks devoured. Night endless. No sleep.
