A Case of Mistaken Identity

Larry Garrett thought that a romantic week in Paris for him and his girl friend Terry might help to renew some of the love they once shared but it wasn’t working out that way. She started to complain before they even stepped onto the plane in Chicago and after embarrassing him several times it had eventually came to a head. He stormed out of the hotel room and decided that he would explore Paris alone.
Still seething inside from their last argument they’d had, he wandered the streets aimlessly with the rain dripping down his face feeling sorry for himself. With nothing better to do he spent most of the afternoon looking in store windows and it was while he was looking at some quirky fashions in a high end store that he saw the reflection of a very beautiful woman coming up behind him.
“Charlie Gilchrist,” she cried, “What are you dong in Paris.”
The next thing he knew he was getting a big hug and then a kiss on the lips. He wanted to say his name wasn’t Charlie but she was bubbling over with excitement and he was overwhelmed.
“I have seen you for almost five years – how ya’ been?”
“Fine,” shrugged Larry, “Fine.”
“You wouldn’t believe what’s happened to me since Chicago,” she laughed, “I’m one of the top models here now – I’ve really made it – you always said I would.”
“Yes – I did always say that,” Larry mumbled.
“You should see my apartment – it’s in the most beautiful old building just around the corner from here.” she paused, “Hey why don’t you come and take a look for yourself and have some coffee – you always said I made the best coffee in Chicago – now I make the best coffee in Paris.”
She took his arm and literally dragged the dazed Larry down the street. He didn’t know who this double was, that she had mistaken him for, but he thought, “if that lucky bastard has been into her pants I envy him.”
Dakota, that was her name, was everything you’d expect in a Paris fashion model, she was tall, slender with long legs that were displayed for all to see via her short skirt and the most beautiful ass he’d ever seen in his life.
The apartment was almost as cute as she was. Quite oldie-worldly, furnished with antique pieces you wouldn’t have associated with a young nubile and upwardly mobile woman.
“Do you remember how I used to drag you around garage sales picking up all those odd bits of objet d’art,” she laughed, as she caught him admiring an ancient looking oil painting that hung on the wall.
He gave a weak yes but was swallowing hard at the same time. Dakota had taken off her coat and her see-through top showed off her small, but beautiful tits.
She saw him looking at then and cupped them with her hands, “A long time since you’ve had the pleasure of sucking these,” she smiled, sending pins and needles through his whole body. “We used to fuck like rabbits back then didn’t we?”
Larry had gone even too weak to nod and his breathing was becoming deep and uneven.
“It’s been years since we did it together,” she said, with a look of longing on her face, “Why don’t we have coffee later and climb in the sack for an hour.”
Larry pinched his leg and it hurt, so he knew he wasn’t dreaming and when Dakota covered his lips with hers and started to stroke his dick, he prayed that it wasn’t a dream.
“Hey – why don’t I do your favorite,” she smiled, moving away from him, “I bet you’d like that – wouldn’t you.”
He nodded enthusiastically even though he hadn’t a fucking clue what she was talking about. Dakota moved over to he CD player, put on a CD and began to gyrate her body like a Middle Eastern dancer. She gradually unbuttoned her top and threw it at him. Her tits looked so inviting and Larry felt sure he was going to be able to get them into his mouth real soon.
When she unzipped and dropped her little skirt to the ground and then wiggled out of her brief white panties, it was all he could do to control himself.
Standing there completely nude she told him it was now his turn. Larry had never done a strip in his life but he was determined to put on a show regardless of how embarrassed he felt. He ended getting a little round of applause and so he thought he must have performed at least as well as the legendary Charlie.
When they were both bollock naked she suddenly cried out, “If you can catch me you can fuck me,” and she disappeared into the bedroom. Larry took after her expecting to have to chase after her around the rather small apartment but when he got in there she just lay on the bed holding out her arms in welcome.
Larry dived right on top of her and soon they were rolling around around kissing and exploring each others bodies with their fingers. That all came to an abrupt end when she took hold of his dick and began to suck it with great tenderness, occasionally pulling it out of her mouth and gently teasing the end with the tip of her tongue.
Larry loved it but he desperately wanted to suck those firm and perky tits and so he grabbed her shoulders and lay her on her back. Straddling her body he lowered his head and his lips made contact with her nipples.
“O Charlie, that feels so good Charlie, she sighed,”You always did know how to turn a girl on.”
A little praise went a long way with Larry and he worked his tongue all over tits and eventually moved in a southerly direction, pausing to lick out her navel and then, opening up the lips of her shaved flower with his fingers he licked her delicate pink petals with a certain reverence. Dakota responded with a big moan.
Larry had discovered very quickly that she liked things done very gently and so he resisted the temptation to eat out her pussy ravenously which was sometimes his style. He took it slowly, repeating anything that received a positive response and it wasn’t long before she arched her back, started to call out “Charlie- Charlie – Charlie,” and she came with with vengeance bouncing her ass up and down on the bed.
Larry took this to indicate she was ready to feel the whole length of his dick and so he slid off of the bed dragging her by the ankles until her flower was in inline with his anxious friend and raising up her thighs he drove it in. She gasped and reached to grab on to his forearms and started to move her ass as if she wanted to feel him driving it in and out of her right away.
Larry didn’t disappoint her. He was desperate to cum and began to ram it into to her wet warm groove as fast as he could. Dakota was half sobbing, half moaning as he continued to increase the pace until his balls began to ache and he could feel his sperm working its way through his channels until it shot deep inside of her. He kept on pumping away not wanting it ever to stop as she screamed and wrapped her legs around him pulling him forwards until his mouth once more made contact with her nipples.
“That was wonderful,” she whispered, “You haven’t lost your touch Charlie.”
He didn’t mention he was in Paris with his girl friend and so over coffee Dakota invited him to stay the rest of the week with her. Of course he had to go back to the hotel to collect his things. As soon as he walked through the door Terry started to tell him how rude the people were at the front desk and how she’d been waiting for over an hour for room service.
While she was ranting and raving Larry quietly packed his suit case, when she noticed him doing that she stopped.
“O so you’ve finally seen sense, we’re moving to another hotel.”
No – just me,” he smiled, “You can stay here with Larry.”
THE END