Kristin

“That’s one of the items they work on with new models,” she replied. ‘One of the wardrobe mistresses told me the same thing

you did; pretend everyone else is naked. So far, I think I’m doing everything right. They seem pleased to have me on board.

Gotta go, I love you and miss you terribly.”

“I love you more than words can say, and I miss you.”

Towards the end of August I had everything packed that could be packed and decided to take some time off, and time away

from Kristin’s and my apartments. I flew to Las Vegas and blew some money gambling. I took in a couple of shows in which I

formed an opinion, prejudiced I admit, that Kristin’s body was far better than any of the strippers on display in the shows.

This opinion didn’t assuage my loneliness but the trip to Las Vegas relaxed me.

I flew back home on September 1 and spent the next few days transferring our boxes to our new garage. This done I ran an

ad in the local paper and sold the furniture and appliances Kristin and I thought were no longer needed.

* * *

When I flew to Paris on the 10th of September it was with the greatest anticipation I had ever experienced in my life. I had

talked to Kristin less than a week before and knew from the conversation she was as anxious for our reunion as I. The flight

went smoothly and landed on time; even so, with the time differential, it was after midnight Paris time when I landed and close

to 2 A.M before I settled into my room. Kristin would join me the next day as early as she could get away.

I was surprised the next morning when, after breakfast in my room, I heard a tapping on my door. Assuming it was room

service returning I opened the door. Kristin rushed in, threw her arms around me and smothered me with kisses. When she

released me and allowed me to get my breath back I held her at arm’s length and looked at her from head to toe. She was

so beautiful I gasped and pulled her close again.

“Before anything else let’s get rid of your breakfast dishes and have my luggage sent up,” Kristin said, a frog in her throat. I

called the front desk and made the request for those items to be taken care of. As soon as they were Kristin put the 'Do Not

Disturb’ sign on the outside of the door and exclaimed, “Let’s make love.”

And we did, non-stop for more than two hours. Neither one of us could get enough. After a first, frenetic coupling Kristin

stroked me into arousal again and we returned to a slower paced, deeply satisfying loving that we extended to a gasping

climax. We then cuddled for a short time before we were both aroused and at it again. This time we lay quietly coupled, with

an occasional twitch from one of us that made both of us moan. Our climax, when it came, had both of us trembling before it

was completed.

We did manage to break for lunch, using room service again. For most of the afternoon we lay on the bed, me in my

undershorts and Kristin in her almost transparent peignoir while she told me about her experiences during the past month.

This telling was interrupted frequently by a passionate kiss or by one of us finding an appealing part of the other to caress.

The peignoir and shorts were discarded as two hours of intermittent caressing had both of us steaming. Another hour of

smoldering love making appeased us temporarily.

Kristin’s month, as she had told me on the phone, was one of learning. She felt she learned more about modeling during the

month than in the entire modeling course. “I know how to pose to bring out the mood of the dress I’m wearing, which other

models tell me is the most important facet of modeling. I watched all the others, there were seven altogether, and how they

moved, their body language, the way they held their heads and arms. I used some of their moves and adapted them to suit

me. As a result, I’m third in the lineup, ahead of four others with considerable experience. That makes me feel good.”

We left our room for a couple of hours in the early evening to get a breath of fresh air and take a walk in the neighborhood.

We had a leisurely dinner at a luxurious restaurant before returning to the hotel.

When we were back in the room I took Kristin in my arms and held her for a long time, then whispered in her ear. “A

restaurant such as that is usually called elegant. That term would be inadequate to describe you. I think of your beauty as

exquisite.”

Kristin held her body against mine then whispered back, “Thank you. Would you like me to model for you now?”

When I mumbled a yes Kristin told me to sit in a chair near the door so she could make a grand entrance from the bathroom

and walk across the floor to me. Again, I knew she had a surprise in store.

She retreated to the bathroom after retrieving a few items from her suitcase. When she came out of the bathroom she had

donned her peignoir over very skimpy lingerie. As she slowly walked towards me the peignoir opened to give me a glimpse

of a bra that did nothing to hide her glorious breasts and panties that barely covered her pubic hair.

She shed the peignoir, stopped three feet in front of me to unclasp the bra, which had a front closure, then with a quick flip

removed the panties, which had velcro closures. I sat there bewitched. To top it off Kristin sat astride my lap and leaned

toward me so that her breasts brushed my lips. I put my hands on Kristin’s hips and feasted on her breasts while she arched

her back for me. I was more than bewitched, I was enraptured. Kristin was seducing me and we were both enjoying every

minute of it.

One problem developed quickly. As Kristin sat on my lap I began to get uncomfortable; I was getting an erection that needed

space to grow. Kristin recognized this immediately and moved off my lap. She then had me stand and undressed me, one

slow button at a time, as I stood there trembling. I later told Kristin I had never been seduced like that before

“From now on I’m your seductress,” she whispered. “I’m still not experienced at it so I’m bound to get better.”

“If you get any better, I’ll blow a fuse.”

“And if you don’t, I’ll blow your fuse for you.”

Knowing that this statement might have a double meaning I decided not to respond until the time was right.

* * *

The next two days were relaxing ones. We felt we were almost caught up with our love making so our time in bed was less

each day. We toured parts of Paris neither of us had ever seen, including the Arc de Triomphe and the Eiffel Tower. One

evening we took a cruise on the Seine, floating past Ile de la Cite and the magnificence of Notre Dame.

Our last day before Kristin’s show was to begin we spent exploring the fabulous works of art at the Louvre. Knowing that

Kristin had a full day ahead of her at the fashion show our love making that night was more loving than making out. We fell

asleep in each other’s arms knowing that we would be apart again for the next four days and three nights.

My seat at the fashion show was far from the stage and runway, as both of us had expected, but I had brought binoculars. As

Kristin had said, she was number three in the parade. I watched others also as they strolled the runway but focused the

glasses only on Kristin. I have to admit the other models were beautiful too but I was certain she outshone them all.

Not being a fashion expert I can’t describe accurately what Kristin modeled. I know the first two were evening gowns, one

with full skirts and layers of material under the skirts. The other was a silk sheath that molded to her shape displaying her

exquisite body to perfection.

The dress that caught everyone’s attention was the one Kristin wore on her third turn on the boards. Not only was it molded to

her body, it had the deepest cleavage I had ever seen on a dress. The top was open in a V, front and back, wide enough to

leave more than half of Kristin’s breasts exposed. The V continued low enough so viewers up close might have been able to

see the top of her pubic hair. Obvious, to me, if she had underpants on they had to be as brief as the ones she modeled for

me a few days ago. There was no line of demarcation to indicate that she was wearing any. She also had to be bra-less.

This must have been the dress that embarrassed her when she first modeled it. She didn’t look embarrassed as she did her

walk; her smile as usual was radiant.

At the close of the show I talked to a photographer with a press card in his lapel and asked him where and when the photos

would appear. “There will be complete coverage in the Paris Match and in the English edition of the Herald Tribune,” he

replied. “What did you think of that new girl, Kristin?”

“I fell in love with her,” I answered, tongue in cheek.

As I left I hoped the roses I had ordered for each day had been delivered to Kristin’s dressing room. For each day I had a

different card attached. The first one said, “I love you,” the second “I miss you” and the third, “Let’s get married as soon as

we get home.”

I picked up a copy of the Tribune in the morning and read and reread the accounts of the fashion show opening. As they

were written by fashion experts I didn’t follow all of their commentary. One section stood out in my mind, a photo article

featuring Kristin. The writer called her ‘the most beautiful model to walk the runway’ and ‘a new brilliance on the fashion

scene.’ I bought a half dozen copies of the paper to take back to California with us.

I got a call from Kristin that evening to thank me for the roses and to say, “I love you too.” When I asked if she had seen the

papers she said yes and she was excited. “I bought a half dozen copies,” I said.

The second day of the show featured daytime fashions, what the affluent chic woman would wear for dress-up occasions in

the daytime. Kristin again appeared three times. First in a two piece pant suit that looked fantastic on her, next in a one

piece dress with a slit skirt that looked suitable for cocktail wear.

Her third outfit once again was the hit of the day. It appeared at first to be a sheath but upon closer examination was a length

of material, probably silk, with closures only at the shoulders and the waist. Both sides were open from the shoulders to the

waist and from waist to knee. Kristin wore what appeared to be a modified g-string under it, but again no bra. For this

showing Kristin stayed longer on the runway than any of the other models while cameras and videos whirred.

Kristin called me that evening to again thank me for the roses and I asked her about her last act. “Was it only a length of

material with an opening for your head, as it appeared to be?”

“That’s all, but I’m not supposed to talk about it.”

The third day appeared to be one with styles aimed at the younger generation, from high school up. In general, it was casual

clothes designed to be worn in a more daring fashion than I thought most parents would want their nubile daughters to wear.

Kristin, on one occasion, wore hip hugger jeans that topped out about six inches below her navel. The blouse accompanying

the jeans came almost to her waist and had a V that again revealed more than half of her breasts.

Kristin’s call that evening addressed my suggestion about getting married. “Let’s discuss that when I see you; I want it to be

soon also but not until I recover from this show. I’ll see you tomorrow night and we’ll get caught up on what we’ve been

missing.”

With that delightful promise I went to bed to dream of Kristin.

The last day of the show was a catchall day. Any of the designs that had not been modeled in the previous days were shown

that day. The closing was a re-showing of the top three designs of the week. Kristin did a reprise of her first day showing,

modeling the gown with the deep cleavage. Again, the photographers went wild.

When the show ended Kristin exited backstage carrying all the roses I had sent her and a flat, rectangular box. She was so

happy she was glowing. I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her deeply while onlookers applauded. The photographer I

had spoken to the first day looked on astounded, while my glow matched Kristin’s.

As we edged away from the crowd Kristin whispered to me, “I’m so excited I want to make love right now.”

“I think we’d better wait until we have a little more privacy,” I replied.

“Of course, silly.” She pulled me to her then and kissed me even more passionately than I had kissed her.

As we rode to the hotel in a taxi Kristin couldn’t stop talking. “The producer told me he was pleased with me and wants me to

make a half dozen or so personal appearances in the next few months. I told him he would have to arrange that through

Virginia. He wasn’t too happy with that answer. I think he had the casting couch in mind, but he said he would contact

Virginia.

“You can open the box if you want; it has copies of the publicity photos taken of me during the show. One of them in particular

I think you’ll find interesting.”

I found the photo Kristin referred to immediately. It was a close-up of her in the deep cleavage gown with one of her breasts

exposed completely. “We’ll save this to show our kids,” I joked.

“I wouldn’t want my kids to see that,” she replied. “One with ample cleavage would be okay but not one deliberately to show

me exposed like that. The producer has promised it will be squelched.”

It was almost 6 P.M. when we arrived at the hotel, cocktail time for most people but not for us that day. As soon as we

reached the room Kristin began removing my clothes. I tried to reciprocate but I was shaking too much. When Kristin had

me naked she told me to sit on a chair as I did the last time she posed for me. I did as she asked and watched, fascinated,

as she did an erotic strip standing directly in front of me. By the time she was finished I was shaking even more.

Kristin took my hand and led me to the bed. Our pent-up hunger for each other after four nights of abstinence led to a long

session of love making. When we were completely sated we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

By the time we awakened it was past ten, too late for room service but the desk clerk advised us there were several

restaurants in the area that remained open very late. We both needed showers after our earlier hot loving; Kristin told me to

go first and she would follow. What she didn’t say was that she would follow me immediately. I had just adjusted the shower

to my liking when she stepped in with me. Kristin rubbed her body against mine and drove all thoughts of food from my mind.

In no time I was so hard Kristin had to step back. “We’re not going to have dinner for a while, are we Sweetheart? Let’s dry

off and go get wet again.”

I didn’t need a second invitation. I used a towel on Kristin while she dried me, our hands frequently wandering to make the

other moan and groan. It was almost 11:30 by the time we had sated ourselves. By then we assumed it was too late for a

restaurant but maybe we could find an all night grocer and satisfy our gastronomical needs before returning to satisfy our

other needs.

We walked in a large circle around the hotel without finding a grocer and decided to find a taxi. Our thinking was that a driver

who knew the area well could probably take us to a place that was open. We were right; there was a small market about ten

blocks from the hotel that had a good selection of breads, cheeses, fruit, fruit juices and wine. We bought enough to last us

all day in case we didn’t make it out of the room.

After a snack of bread and cheese and a glass of wine each Kristin made the statement, “I have plans for you for the rest of

the night. Will you still be available when dawn comes?”

“With you anything is possible,” I replied.

And it was; at dawn we were still at it. With an occasional break in between and a little mutual fondling our passions stayed

at a fever pitch throughout the night. I knew I was extending myself but Kristin was insatiable. As long as she wanted

pleasure I was determined I would provide it. We were so completely enraptured with each other each time we climaxed it

was sublime.

We stayed in bed until noon, recuperating, and then decided to see more of Paris. After getting directions we walked to the

Luxembourg Gardens, which were not far from the hotel. The beautiful floral displays, even in September, were magnificent.

From there we walked another short distance, to the Sorbonne, and wandered through the neighborhood surrounding this

historic seat of learning.

* * *

We had one day left in Paris before returning home and decided to take an early train to Versailles and spend most of the

day exploring this beautiful palace and the grounds surrounding it.

The following day, September 21, it was raining hard, a good day to leave Paris. We had been extremely lucky, weather-

wise; every day I was in Paris it was sunny. Kristin said she had only two days of rain in all the time she was in Paris. We left

Paris shortly after 11 in the morning and arrived in Los Angeles at 1:30 in the afternoon, 9:30 P.M. Paris time. Our sleep

schedule was so mixed up we didn’t notice any effects from jet lag.

We picked up my car from long term parking and stopped on the way home for groceries to replenish our larder then drove to

Kristin’s apartment to cook our own dinner for a change. In Kristin’s bed that night we put our love making on hold and

satisfied our needs by cuddling, all night, naked.

The next day Kristin called Virginia and talked with her for more than a half hour. After hanging up she filled me in on the

conversation. “Virginia is elated at the press clippings and other favorable reports she’s received about me. Enough so that

when my producer called her to talk about personal appearances she got him to double what he initially offered.

“Beginning with the next show a month from now I’m going to be busy for six weeks or so. While the fashion show is in

progress in Boston I’m to make a video that will be distributed to the major high-priced department stores in the United

States and Canada. I’ll model some of the same outfits I did in Paris. Then, in early November, we’re going to go national

with a TV show that will be taped, fortunately, in Hollywood.

“I also have to make two more personal appearances in November, one in Dallas and the other in Chicago, to introduce

some of their products.”

“Wow,” I commented. “It looks like you’ve hit big time already. One caution I think you need to take. Make sure you have the

final say on any photographs or films released.. You don’t want any more photos like that one in Paris.”

“I’ll do that,” Kristin replied. “In fact, I’ll call Virginia back and mention that to her.”

I then added, “In no time you’ll be at the top and I won’t be able to match you financially.”

“The money means nothing to me. My only concern has nothing to do with money. I’m concerned that, if I do become

famous, it might create a change in our life as we know it now. I don’t want that to happen; the life you and I have right now is

about as good as it gets. We can be together most of the time. You have very little in the way of a schedule to follow, so if I’m

traveling you can too. The only change I want to make is for us to get married, so I can make an honest man out of you.”

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