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Subject: {ASSM} Ann - Part 2 (Asian, Ballet, Tights)
Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2001 00:10:02 -0400
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This story is intended for adults only.  While not
overly graphic, it refers to things that anyone less
than 21 years old should not be reading.  If you are
turned off by ballet, Asian women or tights you should
not read further.  If you don't like Paris or France,
please don't read this.  

Part 2
Ann continues the story

I didn't realize that I was attracted to the
good-looking American man until a few days later after
he joined my class.  It was the Thursday evening class
and he didn't show up.  It was only then that I
admitted to myself how much I had been looking forward
to seeing him.  But to understand my feelings you
first need to know something about me.

I was born in Paris 21 years ago of Chinese parents
who had moved to France from Vietnam before I was
born.  We lived in the area around the Place d'Italie
that is home to many of Paris' Southeast Asian
residents.  My parents put a great emphasis on
education.  I worked hard at school and was admitted
to one of the top Lycees when I turned 12.  At the
Lycee, I also did well and was one of the top students
but my circle of friends was limited.  I was too
studious and my parents, being very conservative, did
not allow me to participate in the activities which
would have made me a more popular girl, like smoking,
hanging out at caf 's and sneaking into discos.  My
only extra-curricular activity was ballet.  I took
lessons every day after school and on Saturday too.  I
was naturally graceful and I had an attractive figure
with long legs and well formed feet.  I loved ballet
because while dancing I could be whatever I imagined
my self to be.  My favorite fantasy was that I lived
in a far-off time and was the beautiful princess who
saved the kingdom by seducing the barbarian invaders
by the beauty of my dance....

Even if not as popular as I would like to be, I was
happy at the Lycee.  Happy that is until I turned 16
and fell in love with one of the boys in the senior
class.  Rene was a couple of years older than me and
was the leader of a group of boys who were the despair
of their teachers and no doubt of their parents.  They
were the worst of students and had the worst
reputations.  But their parents were well connected
and the school couldn't very well throw them out. 
Rene always wore tight jeans and a leather jacket.  He
slicked his dark hair back and made a terrific noise
as he roared his motorbike through the narrow streets
of Paris.  He exuded a strong sexuality, which was
attractive to the girls at the Lycee, and more than
one were reputed to have lost their virginity in bed
with him.  He was exactly the type of boy that my
parents hated.  He was the boy that I fell for.

For a long time, I loved Rene from a distance.  I
dreamt of him and ached for him day and night but in
reality had hardly exchanged more than a couple of
brief "bonjours" with him.   Until one day as I was
leaving my dance class and rushing to take the metro
home I saw him sitting by himself at an outdoors table
of the caf  near the dance center.  He saw me too, and
for once I felt that he really looked at me, I mean,
took me in.  We exchanged some words and he asked me
to join him for a drink.   I had an "express" and he
finished his beer.  When he had paid, he pointed to
his motorcycle and said: "hop on the back, I'll give
you a ride home".  I told him where I lived.   He told
me to hang on tight and we were off.   I put my arms
around him and rested one check against his back.  I
felt the vibration of the bike on the inside of my
thighs and on my rear.  I squeezed tighter with both
arms and legs and enjoyed the feel of Rene's leather
jacket as I rested my check on it.  We took a bridge
to the Ile Saint Louis in the middle of the Seine, and
again across the river to the Left Bank and the Latin
Quarter.  On my right I caught sight of Notre Dame
Cathedral on the Ile de la Cite.  The wind blew my
streaming long black hair behind me.  I felt my
nipples grow erect from the cool wind or by their
pressing against Rene's back I'm not sure which.  

When we reached my street off the Place d'Italie, Rene
parked his bike and walked me to the entrance of our
building.   Much to my embarrassment (because of my
fear of being recognized by the Chinese residents who
lived in the area), but also to my great pleasure,
Rene titled my head back and gave me a long kiss on
the lips.  His tongue eased my lips open and one hand
pinched first one then the other erect nipple that was
straining against the fabric of my leotard.  He
pressed himself against me and I felt his erection. 
We kissed again, and then I broke from his embrace and
rushed into our building.  

Only my mother was at home, and I quickly made to my
room to change.  I just hoped that my flushed face had
not made my mother suspicious.   When I striped off my
pink tights, I noticed that the cotton gusset was
moist from my arousal.   I drew a finger over the
stickiness and tasted it with my tongue.  I felt a
certain satisfaction and pride in this sign of my
emerging womanhood.   That night I had vivid intense
erotic dreams.

The next day at school Rene and I saw each other and
we arranged to spend the next Saturday afternoon
together.  (I knew I could use as an excuse for my
parents an extra rehearsal at the dance school.) 
Right after lunch on Saturday, I headed to the metro
station but instead of taking it to Right Bank where
my dance school was, I changed metros and ended up in
the posh 7th arrondisment on the Left Bank.  We met on
 the Rue St Dominque and, after a long deep kiss, 
Rene led me quickly by the hand into his family's vast
appartment with its view of the Champ de Mars and the
Eiffel Tower.  His family was out - in fact I was to
find out that they were usually away on weekends at
their country estate in Normandy.  We had the place to
ourselves.  Rene showed me around and we ended up in
his bedroom.  We kissed again passionately.  I lifted
my arms over my head, and Rene eased off my sweater. 
He moved his hands to feel my breasts through my
leotard.  I closed my eyes and bit my lips to keep
from moaning with pleasure.  Rene kissed my eyes, my
neck, my lips.  One hand slid down to my jeans and
unbuttoned them.  I kicked off my shoes, as Rene
pulled my jeans down over my hips. I stepped free of
my jeans and Rene eased my leotard over my shoulders
and I stepped free of it too.  As usual I was not
wearing a bra under my leotard, and as my breasts
became free, Rene quickly covered them with his hands.
 I pressed myself against him and he moved a leg
between mine.  Again I felt his strong erection
through his jeans.  He pushed me gently onto my back
on his bed and lifting my legs spread them apart.  As
I was not wearing panties under my pink ballet tights,
he had a good view through the nylon gauze of my most
private parts.  I felt all his. He put his nose down
there and sniffed me and gently rubbed his nose
against the nylon and then started using his tongue to
prod me gently.  Without his having to ask, I raised
my hips and pressed back with each prod of his tongue.
 He slid my tights off, and I was now totally naked
before him.  His tongue returned to its work and soon
I was grasping and moaning under his ministrations.  
I reached out with one hand and grabbed his erection. 
He quickly took off all his clothes and I gasped in
admiration of his proud manhood.  He pulled my head
towards it and told me to kiss it, tongue it and then
take it in my mouth.  Pushing me back onto my back, he
eased himself into me.  As my hymen ruptured, I felt a
momentary pain and then with his thrusting into me,
pleasure took over and was rewarded when I felt Rene
flood me with his cum.  

That afternoon we made love two more times, including
one time when he brought be to orgasm with his tongue
working my clitoris as I was sucking him.   He shot
his stuff into my mouth just after I came.  The third
time he took me from behind and as he pumped me he
reached in front of me with one hand and put a finger
over my clitoris.  I rubbed my self against his finger
and came again while once again he flooded me with his
cum.

Exhausted I lay back naked on the bed and we both
slept for a while.  When I woke, I found myself alone
in Rene's room.  I found my pink tights and pulled
them on.   I stood up and was hunting around for the
rest of my clothes, when there was a flash and I
realized that Rene had snapped a picture of me. 
Shocked, I turned around and faced him and he quickly
snapped another picture of me wearing nothing but
tights.  I giggled and threw myself into his arms.  

You may ask why I share all these intimate details
with you.  It is because I want you to understand how
totally his I was.   He could make me do anything for
his pleasure, and indeed, mine.  Little did I realize
just then, just how far this could lead.  

  
To be continued...
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