. I.. I guess so."I slowly moved my hand towards her pussy. I placed it just above her clit and started to rub my hand from left to right."It is smoot...h," I said."Yeah. It is really smooth around the lips. Feel them." Okay," I said as I lowered my hand until it was on her pussy lips.I rubbed them, brushing my hand against her clit on accident a few times. I noticed this made her tremble."Is something wrong," I asked."No," she replied, "It just felt really good." Oh." Alright. Time to shave. They were finishing their wine, the dinner long since cleared but the small dessert plates still in front of them. The cafe was only steps from his Paris apartment but neither of them seemed in any hurry to leave, content to sit and sip their wine, forestalling the inevitable separation. The remaining patrons were all local and the patois rolled over and around them and like the background music it was one more memory to cherish and remember as the minutes ticked by. He poured the last few. As soon as the doors close we start kissing, my tongue pushing between his teeth and feeling his warm mouth and sensuous lips. He reaches for my cock and we snuggle with each other until, surprise!, the door opens and some guy is staring at us. We’re still on the ground floor. We’d forgotten to push the button for the fifth floor. Who knows what that other guy thought. Ben quickly pushes the 5 button and we go upstairs. “Well that was pretty obvious,” Ben observed. What can you do when you’re. Nocrusty sperm though. Not yet, anyway. I no more than close the door and you start in on me about howyour not being able to date is marring you mentally, howI'm stunting your social growth and on and on ad nauseum.You've finally done it. You've stepped on my verylast, exposed nerve. I see a flash and suddenly I can'thear what you're saying any more. A calm washes overme and I gently put down my things and turn and smile at youas you continue to rant and rave about whatever. You notice the slim.