A Stroll Through The City And A Fuck On The Tower

I got up and dispelled the invisible shade from above me. I patted down my pants and wondered what I should do first. Should I go and see the Tower up close, or go and take a walk through the Paris streets for a more authentic experience of Paris life?

Hmm, well I could always appear by the Tower last. I wanted to see real Paris life. Not somewhere where there were more tourists than French people. So, I turned towards the street and walked.

I passed people and was tempted to reach out and touch them as I went. I walked by a family of five and stepped as close as I could to be in arms reach of a woman's butt. Before I did anything, I made a ball appear and disappear from my hand to convince myself again that I was indeed in this dream world. It was silly of me really, since I was in Paris of all places, when I hadn’t even taken a flight to get here.

The woman I was eyeing was a brunette with her hair in a bun and sunglasses covering her eyes. She wore a pale grey tank top and short jean shorts with running shoes. She seemed to be here with family as I could see some resemblance with the other members in her group.

I walked close and spanked her butt on the way past. I looked back to see if she reacted in any way but no, I worried for nothing. She continued to talk with her family and no one around was pointing at me.

With that confirmation I walked on to the edge of the iconic meeting place, the name of which I didn’t know. I walked down a short flight of stairs and turned right. I walked past a group of teen girls that were sitting on the barrier by the stairs. They were in some boyish clothes. Jacket, a plaid top, a hoodie, with jean shorts or full jeans.

In the real world they may have been teen boys meeting up with friends to hang out. Here they were girls with fine legs and tight t-shirts under those tops.

I kept walking, while eyeing up the people and the architecture. I saw more people selling souvenirs of the Eiffel Tower along with hats and sunglasses. There was a pop-up store next to a streetlamp too.

Traffic was busy as cars, buses, bikes and even some electric scooters drove around the large roundabout. The scooters were the kind that you would stand on, not sit. A very odd, yet modern sight. The monument of the woman riding a horse in the middle of the large roundabout, or a very small park, sat on a large column of stone and was surrounded by a few benches and a well-kept lawn. The road itself actually looked rather chaotic with there being no lanes that I could see. The cars just... filled up whatever space and avoided crashing somehow.

I walked with the people, listening to the French language among others, and made my way past the entrance to one of the two large buildings that I... spawned between. It looked to be some sort of theater. Some people were milling around the stairs to the entrance, but I followed the walking crowd to a zebra crossing. The crowd waited for a light to change, and I took the opportunity to look at the people around me.

There were many women here. A lot of them were dressed quite modestly, even on a warm day like today. Others were showing a little skin here and there. Nothing scandalous like toplessness or erotic wear, but the usual kind with shorts or tank tops or skirts above the knee. Very normal stuff. And yet, the fact that they were all very attractive people, with many variations of course, they made their outfits LOOK sexy and arousing. So, being in the middle of a crowd of sexy women, modest or not, made me very aroused.

I raised a hand and made a ball appear and disappear. I would likely keep doing something like that to constantly remind myself that I was in a dream. Especially before doing anything perverted in a public place.

As traffic went by, I looked to a woman next to me. She wore black knee-length cargo pants and a pink sleeveless top. There was a camera hanging around her neck and a bag on her back. Her hair was dark brown with blonde highlights and kept in a ponytail. Sunglasses were resting on her head instead of covering her eyes. She was on her phone and would look around at any landmarks every few seconds.

I assumed that she was a tourist by the camera and bag. Or maybe a photographer.

I side stepped closer and summoned the ball in my left hand again before placing my right hand on her butt. I squeezed her cheek and watched for any reactions. There were of course none.

While we waited there, I enjoyed the curve of her ass and felt her crack through her pants. I used her butt as a stress ball while waiting for the light to change and even turned to her fully to place my other hand on her breasts. I avoided touching her camera and squeezed her soft curves right in the middle of a crowd. The woman just looked down at her phone and read something from a map.

Traffic took a while to change so I took it a step further and scooted closer to the woman. I got close enough to smell her hair and press my crotch against her hip. I rubbed and humped her along with squeezing her butt cheeks and boobs for the next handful of seconds.

I was once again filled with the addictive sense of freedom while acting on my pervy urges. I was being sexual with a woman in a public space. Not only that, but I was also in Paris of all places. All the possibilities ran through my horny mind as I humped this stranger and smelled her hair.

I sensed the people around me preparing to cross, so I looked at the road and cars.

The traffic had slowed to a stop and the crowd got moving towards an island in the middle of the road. I looked to the right and saw that it wasn’t just a simple island in the middle of a busy road. It went as far as the street itself with a long walkway lined with trees. It was a long road with an accessible pedestrian path and with lots of nature. It was really quite beautiful.

Directly across the road was a street corner with some amazing old-fashioned architecture. The buildings were what I would think of when I thought of Paris. It did have a mixture of modernity though, with cafes and shops and LED signs depicting movies or advertising coffee.

I let the woman go and crossed over with the crowd. I stood at the next crossing point and waited for the traffic on this side to stop. I stood with the crowd and continued to let my hands wander. I moved over to a woman in a sundress and a wide hat who was walking with a friend in a pair of jeans and black boots and a loose white shirt. They both wore sunglasses and were speaking French.

I wasted no time in putting my hands on the woman with the dress, and immediately felt the warmth of her butt through the thin fabric. I could see and feel the outline of her underwear as I sawed my hand in between her cheeks. The end result was that her cheeks were now eating her dress, making a clear line in her crack.

A moment later, this part of the traffic eventually stopped, and I followed the crowd across the final bit of that road. On the other side I could see a cafe with an outdoor covering with glass windows and black metal beams. Red tarp was on top of one section for some shade. The building it was attached to was around six stories tall with tall windows and nice-looking balconies with intricate handrails for safety.

I kept walking and watched the people around me. They went about their day walking back and forth, talking and shopping, eating or hurrying on to wherever they were headed. I heard lots of lovely voices speaking in French as I strolled on past the cafe. There were fine dining seats further ahead with trimmed bushes for privacy. I peeked over the bushes and saw empty seats. It was the afternoon, so it made sense that the restaurants weren’t open yet.

I turned right into the next street.

It was a long one with trees lining each side and cars parked near the sidewalk. The old-fashioned buildings made for an amazing, picturesque view. It looked like a postcard or Instagram worthy spot.

I walked down the Parisian Street, lost in the European grandeur. I didn’t even think to stop and play with any of the women. I just wanted to immerse myself in the moment.

I walked and came across an old looking... post of some kind. It was way thicker than a lamp post and had large posters wrapped around it depicting movies or plays or whatever. The post had green metal, or metal painted green. It looked to be around six meters tall and had six sides at the top with the word ‘Spectacles’ on each side. It was an odd-looking thing.

Beyond that, the sidewalk curved past a bus lane and brought me closer to the right. I was now walking alongside old store fronts and really old looking doors, walls and windows. There were more modern stores fixed into the old places that looked odd and out of place with the architecture, and yet they also brought some charm to the whole thing.

Several blocks later, and after looking into different store fronts; grocery stores and health shops, a bank and another restaurant, I came to a crossroads. I looked down a side street and across the road and over the cars to another street. Everything looked so European. I couldn’t describe the excitement I was feeling at being in another country. Even though it was in a dream.

I was walking in Paris.

Without spending any money or needing a passport.

I shook my head and leaned on a cool looking traffic light pole thing.

To my left and just behind me were a few parked motorcycles and just across the narrow road in front of me was another restaurant with outdoor seating. Cars drove past and people ignored me as they walked by.

I stood there and tried to see as far down the long road as I could, but it looked like it went on forever. I could keep walking and take in the sights, but I was already thinking about moving on to something else.

Still, I hadn’t seen the Eiffel Tower up close yet...

I watched people go by as I contemplated what to do next and found myself looking up at the rooves. I was reminded of the times I played Assassin’s Creed Unity again and wondered what it was like to walk on the rooves of these historical buildings.

I pushed off from the pedestrian traffic light and thought about standing on an invisible floating panel. The panel then lifted me up above the people and the cars. I was elevated up and looked at the walls of the nearest building. I saw into the windows but couldn’t make anything out.

I finally made it to the rooftops and floated over to stand on them. The chimney stacks and the large tiles gave me the AC Unity vibe more strongly here. I imagined what it would be like to parkour across these rooftops and resolved to come back in the future. After I had practiced more with the rules of this dreamworld of course.

I looked out across the world and marveled at the views from up here. I turned around and saw the Eiffel Tower in the distance. I did a full circle, keeping my footing on the slanted roof, and took in everything. I saw rows and rows of French buildings all the way into the distance. I spied a few other historical monuments besides the tower. Even if I didn’t know their names, I could tell that they were important. There were domed buildings and others with spires. There were newer buildings mixed in with the old. I saw a church and the Arc-de-Triomphe.

It was a beautiful sight.

I walked across the rooftop for a little way, parallel to the street and watched the traffic below. Then I turned in the direction of the tower and thought it was about time I visited the iconic building.

I closed my eyes and willed myself to teleport to a spot close to the tower.

The sounds I was hearing changed and I opened my eyes.

The first thing to catch my attention was the massive structure in front of me. I had to look up to take in its whole size. It was a thing made of bronze colored metal pieces. It was made of so many pieces that only a genius could have engineered it to all stay together and continue to be stable after so many years.

I stood at the edge of a park, with a zebra crossing in front of me. Across the street was a queue of people lining up to go up the tower. There were some barricades that stopped people from going directly under the tower unless they had paid to get through. I was nearer to one of the bases of the tower. One of its legs, so to speak.

I stared up at the spire and felt small.

It was incredible. I was standing at the base of the Eiffel Tower.

I took a look around me. The park I was standing at the edge of was basically just a very wide and glorified path lined with many trees. You could fit multiple sports facilities in here because of all the space.

People milled around socializing and taking pictures. Women of all ages were present. I saw a few people pushing strollers, so even the babies were being brought to see this cultural sight. For the rest of them I saw school kids and older women and families with older children as well. There were mostly white people with some black and Chinese here and there.

I looked back at the tower. I wanted to see the view from the top, so I closed my eyes again and teleported to the observation deck near the top of the spire. The sounds changed again. The wind picked up and there were voices of people in a packed place. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in a caged over compartment very high up.

I looked to my left and felt a little dizzy from the heights I was witnessing. I was so high up that I could see well into the distance and the ground looked a heart-stopping distance away. I instinctively held onto a handrail and gave myself time to adjust.

There were people around me. Quite a few at that. The space we were in wasn’t all that big. Sitting just under the tip of the Eiffel’s topmost point was an observation deck with an upper floor and a lower floor that was protected from the wind. This upper floor was open to the wind but had a cage stopping people from falling. Or jumping.

The people were taking pictures or videos on their phones or cameras and the murmur of their voices was caught in the wind. I looked out at the view again and felt a little better. I didn’t feel any panic this time as I took in the awesome sights of Paris. I looked around the city and noticed that Paris actually did have skyscrapers in a couple places.

The river that ran next to the Tower looked amazing from up here. The many bridges and boats that traveled up and down the river was quite the sight from up high. I walked along the barrier, dodging past other people, so I could get a fuller view.

I made another ball appear in my hand before letting it disappear again. There were quite a lot of women up here, moving about and taking in the views themselves. If I did anything, I wanted to feel certain that I wouldn’t get in trouble. Why I still felt like that, I don’t know.

I had just teleported up to the top of the Eiffel Tower for Pete's sake. I was in Paris of all places! I didn’t pay to be here at all! And yet... because everything still felt so real, my mind still had trouble feeling secure in reaching out to do lewd things. I needed to see and feel the ridiculousness of making a ball appear out of thin air to remind my head that I was in a dream and that I wasn’t going to get in trouble.

So, after making the ball disappear, I turned to observe the women.

There were many in thick clothing because of the wind and the drop in temperature. Some of the younger ones wore less, either because they were rebellious or because they didn’t feel the cold as much.

My eyes came across one girl who looked to be roughly the same age as Mia. She was leaning against the railing and wore a white spaghetti strap top that revealed some of her midriff. She also had a denim skirt that showed a good deal of leg. Her brown hair was long and pulled over her shoulders so that I could see her upper back. Through the white top I could faintly make out the straps of her bra. To finish off the outfit she wore black and white sneakers with short white socks.

She wasn’t filming on her phone or camera. Rather she was just leaning forward and watching the view. I moved forward and pressed in behind her, putting my hands on her waist. I pushed my dick against her butt and thumped against her while letting my hands caress her midriff. The girl didn’t react. She only kept on looking out at the dizzying scenery. I ran my hands up to her shoulders and held onto them as I humped her harder. My dick, still wrapped up behind my new clothes, was as stiff as could be.

The urge to fuck her came upon me with vigor. So, I used the Dreamworld to undo my jeans button and zip while I lifted the girl’s skirt. I felt her thighs and squeezed while I got my dick out into the public space using my mind. I felt around for her panties and slipped my fingers past them to pull the fabric out of the way.

Then I used the Dream to line my dick up with her hole and sunk myself in.

The girl made no noise but her tunnel became wet enough for me to enter with no trouble. There was no moaning or shuddering. She just kept on looking at the view below. The people around us went on about their own activities as well. No one cared that I was inside a random girl at the top of the Eiffel Tower.

I held onto her hips and thrust. I felt my face flush with pleasure as I felt her tight pussy grip me. I drove into her with deliberate thrusts, getting faster and faster, not caring about her pleasure, only my own. I leaned into her and smelled her hair, one hand going up her body to grip one of her breasts tightly. The smell of a young woman was intoxicating.

I didn’t know how long I was thrusting for when something happened to interrupt the moment.

“Oh, Vivi, c'est là que tu es allé.” Said a feminine voice to my right.

I turned and saw a girl approach us. Or, rather, she approached the girl I was fucking. My fuck buddy turned her head to the newcomer.

“Qu'est-ce que c'est?” She said, her words sounding like a question.

The new girl seemed a little younger than the one I was coupled with, but there was a little resemblance between them. Perhaps they were sisters. She wore a dark blue zip-up hoodie and a light blue top underneath. She wore jean shorts and white sneakers.

“Maman se demandait où tu étais allé.” The younger sister said.

“Ah, eh bien, je suis là.” The older replied. The younger one snorted.

This younger sister was pretty cute. I was thinking about kissing someone, but I didn’t want to turn this girl around. The doggy position was pretty nice, especially for looking at the view. So, I looked to the other girl and reached out to hold her arm.

“Hey, can you kiss me while I fuck this girl?” I asked her. It was only after I said that that I wondered if she would even understand me. The worry was unfounded when she replied.

“Oui bien sûr.” She said and moved in to lock lips with me.

She held my face and pressed her lips to mine. I quickly darted my tongue against her lips and felt her respond immediately. Now we were French kissing. Get it? Heh.

While she was tasting my mouth, I resumed my efforts to find my orgasm inside the older girl's vagina. I was very determined to find it, and then quickly lose it inside her too. I thrust inside her hard and quick, while sucking on the younger girl’s tongue. Our mouths were wet from shared saliva and I felt it drip down my chin.

I wrapped the girl I was kissing with one arm and held her close while gripping the hip of the older one as I felt the shuddering heat of my impending climax. I chased it and opened my eyes to look past the younger girl’s head to look out at the great view.

I looked at the streets below and the city on the horizon as I felt my groin burn and melt. My thrusting stopped and I held my fuck buddy close, her but cheeks pushed up against my hips. I throbbed, and throbbed, my vision going woozy as I took in the incredibly view.

I emptied my balls into the girl bent over in front of me and felt the other girl questing her tongue in my mouth. Waves of pleasure crashed into my mind and made me a little dizzy. The heights might have had something to do with that as well.

I gave some shallow thrusts to ring out any left overs and then slowly removed myself from the girl. I also pulled away from the kisser and gently nudged her away. She got the message and stopped trying to kiss me.

“Est-ce que maman et maman étaient avec vous?” The older girl asked once the younger one was finished with the kissing.

“Non, ils étaient tous les deux dans la salle d'observation.” Replied the younger.

I had no idea what they were saying, so I extricated myself from them. I stepped away from these two and fixed my pants.

I watched the girl I fucked for a moment and saw the dripping white liquid leave her pussy and hit the metal floor. I gave her butt a smack for good measure and took a step back to reorient myself.

It felt good knowing that I just had sex at the top of the Eiffel Tower. Reaching an orgasm with such a spectacular view really gave me a relaxed and worldly feeling, as stupid as that sounded. Chances were that I was going to do similar things all across this dreamworld at many different locales.

I pulled out my phone and put the girl I just fucked into my contacts list. Her name showed up as Vivienne. I added the other girl too and saw that her name was Amelie. With that done I put my phone back in my pocket and strolled away. There were fewer people up here now. I looked at my watch and it showed the local time being just past three in the afternoon. I willed for my dream watch to also show the time back in my home city as well. The digital screen shifted a little to include a small set of numbers. It showed me that it was six minutes past nine in the morning.

It was still pretty early if I thought about it. I only did a little bit of walking thanks to this teleporting business. I just zipped from one place to the next and took in some views and fucked a girl. That didn’t take much time at all.

I aimlessly walked around the deck as I tried to think of what to do next. I walked down the steps into the lower covered section of the observation deck. I was just exploring a little and people watching.

There were so many things I wanted to try doing, but my head was having trouble landing on any one idea. I stood at a window looking out at the streets below and watched the tiny cars drive by.

Then it came to me.

It hit me right in the face. Why didn’t I think of this earlier? It was so obvious.

Japan.

I could go to Japan!

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