Parisian Autumn

The day had gone wrong from the very morning. The conflict arose out of nowhere. Slamming the door, Tanya went to her parents.

Arriving at the office, Lyonya turned on the computer and began editing another contract. Just then, his boss walked into his office.

 — Why so gloomy? Looks like you had a good rest.

 — What rest…

 — Yeah, right. Well, okay, here's a little job for you—you're going to Paris.

 — … Where?

 — To the hero-city of Paris. You'll unwind. You'll conduct negotiations with our partners on the new project. Lay the groundwork. Is your visa open?

 — Of course.

 — Well, excellent. Natasha will go with you as an interpreter. She's also in the loop.

Go to the accounting department for the travel allowance and tickets, and you're free for today. Go home, pack your things. The flight is tomorrow morning at 9:45.

After Lyonya left, the boss returned to his office and called Natasha to him. Natasha—a petite brunette with a short haircut and big brown eyes—possessed a luxurious bust of the third size. Being a philology graduate, she was fluent in three languages. A month ago, she was hired as a referent. Since the team was predominantly male, she immediately found herself in the spotlight. Everyone tried to court her.

 — You're going on a business trip to Paris with our legal counsel, Lyonya. Natasha, here's the thing, how to put it, Lyonya has problems in his personal life. Be more delicate with him. Understand what I mean?

 — Understood—Natasha smiled—must have had a fight with his girl. Need to console him.

 — Well, something like that. Let him get distracted. Or else he might start drinking. You'll conduct the negotiations, stroll around Paris. Tickets and travel allowance are in accounting…

***

… In the morning, they flew out of Pulkovo 2. About three hours later, the plane landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport. After passport and customs control, Lyonya and Natasha exited the terminal, got on a train, and went to the city. Reaching Gare du Nord, they took a taxi and went to the hotel. The hotel was on Rue de Maubeuge, not far from the Opera. The hotel turned out to be small but quite cozy. The first floor housed the reception and a breakfast room. They presented the voucher to the porter and received their room keys. Their room was on the second floor. A spiral staircase led upstairs. The room turned out to be quite decent, despite its two stars. There was even a small balcony. However, instead of two single beds, there was one double bed in the room.

 — Looks like, Lyonya, you and I will have to sleep together.

 — What do you mean?

 — Don't be afraid—Natasha smiled playfully—I don't bite.

 — The negotiations are only on Monday, so we can rest. I'm going for a walk. I love wandering around Paris. Just like that, without any purpose.

 — What, you'll leave me alone?

 — You go somewhere too. Go shopping.

 — I don't know the city. Can I come with you, huh?

 — You can.

 — Lyonya, just give me n minutes, I need to wash up and change, okay?

 — Okay…

Leaving the hotel, they headed towards the Opera. After a few minutes, they reached Galeries Lafayette.

 — Lyonya, let's go in, huh?

 — Maybe later?

 — Lyonya, please…

They entered the store. At the sight of the luxurious shop windows, Natasha's eyes lit up…

 — Natasha, I'm asking you, just no fanaticism. It's beautiful here, of course, but the prices… Look around, decide what you need, I'll sit in a cafe for now. And then I'll take you to another place. Same goods, but cheaper…

… About 3 hours later, they returned to the hotel. Unloading from the taxi, Lyonya dragged two huge bags with her purchases. Going up to the room, he threw the bags on the table and, taking off his shoes, fell onto the bed.

 — Yeah, female shopping is definitely a disease. Tired as a dog.

 — Sorry, Lyonya—Natasha smiled—I couldn't help myself. Thank you for the company. In that gallery, the prices are indeed crazy, but still cheaper than in St. Petersburg.

 — I hate dragging myself around shops.

 — I understand, I wore you out. I'll quickly take a shower now, and then I'll give you a massage.

Lyonya opened a bottle of beer and, taking a couple of sips, turned on the TV.

 — Lyonya—came from the bathroom—I forgot the shampoo, please bring it.

Lyonya took her shampoo and went to the bathroom. Entering, he saw Natasha luxuriating under the shower. She smiled:

 — Thanks, Lyonya, give it here.

He approached the shower stall.

 — You must be all sweaty too, come to me, it's so nice here—Natasha leaned out of the stall and began unbuttoning his shirt, leaving fragrant foam on it.

Undressing Lyonya, Natasha pulled him to her. She hugged his neck and began to kiss him. Lyonya pressed her against the wall.

 — Don't rush, Lyonya.

He took her by the leg and entered her. She pressed him to herself…

 — Lyonechka, don't take it out, hold it a little, it feels so sweet to me…

Coming out from under the shower, Natasha dried Lyonya with a towel, dried herself.

 — You go. I'll dry my hair and come…

… — I'm kind of hungry. I want cheese and wine. Natasha, let's go, eat, there's a little cafe nearby.

 — I'm ready…

… Reaching Place Pigalle, they went into a cafe. Settling at a table on the terrace, they ordered two cheese assortments and a bottle of wine. Besides the cheese and wine, the waiter brought a small woven plate with sliced baguette.

 — Let's drink—Lyonya poured the wine into glasses.

They drank. Natasha, looking at Lyonya, spread a piece of baguette with butter, and put a piece of cheese on top.

 — Delicious, Lyonya, do you have a girlfriend?…

Lyonya frowned and poured more wine…

… — I can't figure out what's the matter. Why is she sulking?

 — Think about it, maybe you said something wrong or did something wrong. Try to analyze the events preceding the quarrel—one phrase you didn't attach importance to and that's it.

 — I don't know, Natasha, nothing seems to have happened.

 — You know, as they say, 'if a woman is wrong, apologize to her.' Buy her something.

 — What to buy? Clothes? I don't understand anything about clothes. Will you help?

 — Of course…

After lunch, they went for a walk. They wandered along the boulevards for a long time. Yellow fallen leaves rustled underfoot. Reaching the Arc de Triomphe, they sat down on a bench. They ate ice cream and chatted about nothing…

… Returning to the hotel in the evening, Natasha remembered:

 — I completely forgot. I promised you a massage. Come on—she began pulling his T-shirt off, unbuckled his belt, and pulled his jeans down—like this, lie down.

Then everything happened very quickly. Lyonya didn't have time to come to his senses before Natasha undressed and climbed on top of him. She began gently massaging his shoulders, neck, and back.

 — Ticklish—Lyonya yelped.

 — That's because your muscles are tense, you walked a lot.

Massaging his back, her hands went lower. She pulled down his underwear and began massaging his buttocks.

Then Lyonya felt the touch of her hard nipples. Natasha pressed against him and began moving them along his back.

 — Like this, does it feel good?

Lyonya instantly got aroused. He felt the touch of her lips.

 — Turn over—she laid him on his back.

Natasha began massaging his chest, stomach, her hands went lower and lower…

 — Does it feel good? — she looked into his eyes—I see you're ready? She took his penis and carefully guided it into herself—come on, Lyonechka.

He entered her. Natasha moaned softly.

 — So good! — hugging his neck, she pressed herself

against him and began moving her hips…

… Soon, letting out a piercing cry, Natasha fell next to him. She hugged him and kissed him on the lips.

 — Well done, you're just super!

 — You, Natashka, are a candy, I'd take you and eat you!!! Now I'll rest a bit and then…

***

… On Sunday morning, the smell of freshly brewed coffee spread throughout the hotel, which made him wake up and awakened a feeling of hunger… Opening his eyes, Lyonya felt a sweet languor enveloping him, an incomprehensible pleasure… A moment later, he understood what was happening… Natasha was giving him a blowjob with expertise… Seeing that Lyonya was awake, she smiled and lay down next to him:

 — Good morning. How did you sleep? What did you dream about?

He adjusted her hair, kissed her on the lips, then her neck. He began descending lower, caressing her breasts, stomach. Lyonya buried his lips in her pussy and inserted his tongue. Natasha screamed…

… After breakfast, they went for a walk around the city. They took the metro to Trocadéro Square. After standing in a short queue, they bought two tickets for 8 euros each to the second level of the Eiffel Tower. Deciding not to wait in line for the elevator, they climbed to the first level on foot, up the stairs, like many tourists. After looking at Paris from a bird's-eye view and taking plenty of photos, they had a snack at a cafe and went back down.

After descending, they decided to take a boat ride and went to the pier.

 — Lyonya, why are there stars on the tower?

 — I asked. They told me that this year France is presiding over the European Union, so they hung up the emblem…

They bought tickets and went to board.

 — Lyonya, let's sit here.

They sat at the back, on the last row, near the stern. The boat departed from the pier.

 — Lyonya, do you know what this bridge is called?

 — That's the Pont Alexandre III.

 — Our one?

 — Well, yes. It was built at the end of the 19th century in memory of the conclusion of the Franco-Russian agreement. Alexander III personally laid the foundation stone. In 1900, his son—Nicholas II—was present at the bridge's opening. And these four gilded sculptures symbolize Science, Art, Commerce, and Industry. And at the entrance to the bridge, over there, see? Those figures? They symbolize the Seine and the Neva.

 — How beautiful!

 — Yes, it's considered the most luxurious in Paris…

They sailed along the Seine. Plane trees along the banks. On the embankments, couples in love were constantly seen.

 — Oh, look, Lyonya, they're kissing—Natasha leaned towards his ear—kiss me…

She took his hand and put it inside her jeans.

 — You're without panties?

 — I forgot to put them on after what you did to me this morning.

Licking his fingers, Lyonya put his hand back into her jeans and inserted his fingers into her pussy. Natasha gasped and pressed against him…

… And what bridge is that?

 — Pont de la Concorde.

 — Do you know anything about it?

 — A little. It's famous for being built from the stones of the destroyed Bastille…

… They spent the rest of the day walking around Paris. They strolled through Montmartre. Enjoyed the panorama of Paris from the viewing platform. Went into the Basilica of Sacré-Cœur. Then they went to the Louvre…

… Towards evening, they went into a cafe on Trocadéro Square. Sat at a table with a view of the Eiffel Tower. At dusk, the lighting turned on, and the tower sparkled with lights. Sitting over a cup of coffee, they admired this light show…

***

On Monday morning, they went to the negotiations. Their partners' office was located in one of the business centers in the La Défense district. After discussing the general details of the contract and reaching agreement on key issues, they broke for lunch. In the break room, tea, coffee, and sandwiches were