A tall blonde in Berlin.

Paul is walking back to his hotel. He is in Berlin and he is staying at Hotel Marriott Courtyard. Suddenly he meets two women. One is filming the other. It’s a very tall blonde woman in a red leather coat that is being filmed. He is lucky enough to see her opening up her coat as she is walking on the zebra crossing. Huge breasts and a fabulous fit body. Tiny red lingerie. Long slender legs. She is the complete package.

The blonde woman in the red leather dress looks incredibly sexy. In her extremely high heels she is almost taller than Paul. Unfortunately she has now closed her coat. Paul got a good look at her fabulous body. Huge bouncing breasts in a tiny red bra. The tall blonde is extremely fit. Flat stomach and long very long slender legs. Her expression when she opened her coat earlier was pure lust. A wanton look. Paul just hopes that the video captured the incredible moment. He must see that video.

The tall blonde tilts her head. She is letting her gaze travel down Paul’s frame and back up again with deliberate slowness. She starts talking. ”You know, most people just walk past when they see someone filming. But you stood there. Watched the whole thing. “ The sexy blonde steps closer. The click of her heels is sharp on the pavement. ” I like that. It takes confidence to be a spectator so openly and admirably.”

The other clears her throat behind the blonde. She is muttering something about checking the footage. The model ignores her keeping her blue eyes locked on Paul’s. ” Tell me, did I give you a good show? Or do you think we should do another take? Lena can take another one.” The blonde model sounds very certain about her appearance when she speaks to Paul.

Paul just stares at the tall fabulous blonde. But it is her friend Lena who has captured the magic. Paul moves over to Lena and looks at her phone. The model comes over and together they watched the whole thing in slow motion. Thirty seconds of pure magic. They watch it two times and Paul is speechless. It’s so incredibly hot and sexy.

The model watches Paul move over to Lena, peering at her phone screen. A small smile plays on the blonde models lips as she join you both. The tall model is standing close enough that her shoulder almost brushes Paul’s.

”Good choice. Lena's got an eye for this.” The Instagram model leans in slightly to watch the playback. Her dark sexy voice is dropping to a murmur. ”But I have to wonder... are you more interested in the video, or the woman who made it?”

The blonde straightens up. She is letting her red coat fall open just a fraction as she adjusts her long hair. She is giving Paul another brief glimpse of red lace before she casually close it again. ”Berlin's full of distractions at this hour. What made you stop for me?” The model almost whispers when she asks Paul.

Paul looks at the extremely tall blonde. After watching the video twice he is certain that the video is the best one ever. Her appearance in the flick is amazing. Body language and facial expression magnificent. He tells the tall blonde. ”You must be kidding. Your video is so sexy and rare that surely you must understand my strong interest. Just wandering the Berlin streets close to my hotel and suddenly you appear. Amazing. Truly fabulous. What is your name and can I follow you on social media?”

The model lets out a soft laugh. The sound is warm and genuine in the cool night air. Paul’s compliment lands exactly where he intended. He can feel how she gets a pleasant flutter in her chest. She replies to him immediately.

”Lena, show him the page.” The model gestures lazily toward the phone.” He earned a sneak peek.”

While Lena scrolls to find her Instagram the tall blonde takes a half-step closer to Paul. She is close enough that the faint scent of her perfume, something floral with a hint of vanilla, drifts between them. The Instagram model let her red coat hang loose. It is not quite open, not quite closed. The curve of her hip and the red lace beneath are visible in the streetlight's glow. She tells Paul her name.

”Fleur. Fleur Conradi.” She says it slowly, letting the name settle. “And you are...?”

Fleur Conradi tilts her head. She is studying Paul’s face with open curiosity. There's something about the way he has carried himself that appeals to her. Maybe the way Paul has watched Fleur without apology. It makes her want to see what else Paul will watch without looking away.

Paul looks at Fleur Conradi’s Instagram page. Lots of hot pictures of the very busty Berliner. In some of them she has a fabulous facial expression and doesn’t seem to take herself so seriously. Outstanding picture and she is so beautiful and sexy.

Paul turns to Fleur. She smells great and he can’t help but look down on her outstanding body underneath the coat. “Hi Fleur. I am Paul Andersson very nice to meet you. Incredible Instagram account. I will definitely start following you right away.”

Fleur tilts her head again. She is letting Paul’s name roll around in her mind as she gives him a slow, appreciative smile. “Paul Andersson. A strong name. Suits you.” She sounds pleased and she is confident and happy.

Fleur lets her coat fall open just a little more as she shift her weight to one hip. A very deliberate movement. The night air kisses her smooth skin through the thin lace, and Fleur shivers slightly. It’s not from the cold. Fleur starts talking again.

“So, Paul... what brings a man like you to Berlin? Business? Pleasure?” Fleur lets the word hang in the air for a moment. Her blue eyes glinting with playful mischief. “Or are you just wandering the streets hoping to stumble upon half-naked influencers filming content?”

Paul takes up his IPhone and opens up Instagram. He finds Fleur’s account and starts following her. He looks at her and he notices her beautiful face. She is smiling and flirting with him. He looks admiringly at her incredibly long slender legs. Gorgeous calves and thighs. Paul answers her. “Business Fleur. But believe me this is the highlight of my visit so far.”

Fleur lets Paul’s words settle. A genuine smile spreading across her face. The way Paul look at her like he is savoring every detail sends a pleasant warmth through her.

“Business, huh? Well, I'm glad I could make your trip memorable.” Fleur bites her lower lip briefly. She is letting her eyes wander down Paul’s frame and back up. “You carry yourself well, Paul. There's a solidness to you. I like that.” She speaks with a dark sexy voice. Her accent is typically German. Paul is very intrigued by her appearance.

Fleur glances at Lena, who's already packing up the equipment and giving her a knowing look. Lena taps her watch. Right. They have another location booked.

“I'm afraid I have to run.” Fleur reaches out and takes her phone from Lena. Fleur is scrolling through the new followers until she finds Paul’s Instagram name. She taps the follow button, then quickly types out a message and hit send. Fleur look at Paul with a sly wonderful smile. Fleur tells Paul.

“Check your DMs in a minute.”

Fleur then lets her red leather coat fall fully open for just two heartbeats. It is long enough for Paul to see the full curve of her heavy breasts in red lace. The smooth plane of her stomach and the matching underwear riding high on her hips. After giving Paul a good glimpse of her fabulous body she closes her coat with a decisive snap.

“Until next time, Paul Andersson.” Fleur says goodbye. She gives Paul one last wink before turning and walking away, the click of her high heels echoing in the quiet street.

When Fleur opens up her red leather coat and shows Paul her gorgeous body Paul gets extremely aroused. Huge breasts with an amazing deep cleavage. Firm flat belly and her long fabulous legs. Outstanding physique. He looks longingly after Fleur as she walks away together with Lena. Fleur is a Valkyrie walking the streets of Berlin.

Fleur feels Paul’s gaze on her back as she walks away. She makes sure her hips sway just a little more than necessary. Lena nudges Fleur as they round the corner.

“You're evil Fleur, you know that?” Lena sounds pleased with Fleur’s performance.

Fleur laughs. She is pulling out her phone. ” I know Lena. I know.” Fleur answers her.

Once they are out of sight Fleur leans against a brick wall and pull up her DMs. Fleur types out a message quickly. The Fleur pauses biting her lower lip. Instead of something coy Fleur decides to be very direct.

”The bar at Hotel am Steinplatz. 11pm. I'll be the one in the red heels.” That is Fleur’s short and direct message to Paul.

Fleur sends it before she can second-guess herself. Then Fleur pockets the phone and she grins at Lena. One more location, then they are done for the night.

Paul sees Fleur disappear behind a corner. He starts walking back to his hotel. The memory of her gorgeous and sexy body lingers. Paul is starting to regret his actions. He should have done more to convince Fleur to meet him later tonight. Suddenly he gets a text message. Its an Instagram message. He hardly uses Instagram for messaging. It from Fleur. ”The bar at Hotel am Steinplatz. 11pm. I'll be the one in the red heels.”

Fantastic news. Yes. Paul will see Fleur again. He looks at her Instagram page and in one of her reels she is walking around in a tight and very revealing yellow dress. Her huge boobs bounce around and Fleur has to fix her dress to avoid showing her spectacular round heavy breasts in the flesh. Why waist time at the bar. He is trying to spice up things even more with Fleur. He texts Fleur back and he is very direct. ”11 pm Room 3022 Marriott Courtyard. Bring overnight bag. ”

Fleur stares at her phone screen. She is reading the message twice. Her first instinct is indignation. Who does he think he is, skipping straight to a hotel room? Fleur opens her mouth to type a sharp reply, something about earning a drink first, about manners.

But then Fleur pauses. She think about the way Paul looked at her. The way he watched the video. The way Fleur’s fit body responded when she opened her coat for him. Fleur has been playing games all night, and Paul just called her bluff.

Fleur bites her lip. She is typing and deleting three different responses before finally settling on one. Fleur finally settles on a short message.

”Bold. I like that. See you at 11.”

Fleur pockets the phone before she can change her mind. Lena raises an eyebrow.

”Everything okay Fleur?” Lena asks.

Fleur forces a casual shrug. ”Yeah. Just... changing plans for tonight.” She tells Lena.

Lena grins. She understands what is going on. ”The tall one?” Lena asks Fleur.

Fleur doesn’t answer Lena but her smile says enough.

Paul is back in his hotel room. He is extremely excited about Fleur meeting him at his room later tonight. Her final message left no doubt. No more games. Sex on the menu all night long. This will be a fantastic experience.

Fleur stands outside the Marriott Courtyard. The cool Berlin air brushing against her bare legs as she shift her weight from one heel to the other. The red leather coat is cinched tight around Fleur, but underneath she is still wearing exactly what Paul saw on that zebra crossing . Her tiny red lace set that leaves little to the imagination. Fleur brought a small overnight bag, just like Paul asked? The bag hangs from her shoulder, light but loaded with intention.

Fleur looks up at the hotel facade. She is counting floors until she reaches what she guesses is the third floor. Somewhere up there, behind one of those windows Paul is waiting. Fleur’s heart hammers against her ribs. It is a mixture of nerves and anticipation that she hasn’t felt in a long time. Fleur is used being the one in control, the one directing the scene, the one deciding when to reveal and when to conceal. But this... this is so different. Paul took the lead with that message, and Fleur let him.

Fleur pull out her phone. She checks the time. 10:57. Three minutes early. She smile to herself, punctuality is a good sign.

Fleur walks through the revolving doors, the lobby is warm and softly lit. The receptionist glances up, then does a double-take. Fleur is used to that look by now. Fleur gives her a polite nod and head straight for the elevators. Fleur’s high heels clicking against the marble floor with a rhythm that echoes through the quiet space.

Inside the elevator she presses the button for the third floor and watch the numbers climb. Fleur takes a slow breath. She is steadying herself. When the doors slide open, she step out into the hallway. Fleur’s eyes scanning the room numbers until she find it. 3022.

Fleur stand there for a moment. Her hand is raised to knock. She hesitates before she takes one last breath and knocks twice. It is a sharp, confident knocks that match the energy Fleur wants to bring into that room.

Paul has been restless all evening but suddenly he hears the knock on his door. He hurries up and opens the door and he is naked except for his boxers. Fleur is dressed exactly like she was earlier. Of course she is. She has opened up her red leather coat and her fabulous body is now fully visible. Her huge breasts look amazing in her red push up bra. But it is her long slender legs and perfect physique that makes the strongest impression. Paul goes to Fleur and he starts kissing her passionately immediately. Great chemistry right away. Fleur is a great kisser.

The kiss catches Fleur off guard for just a second. She probably expected at least a hello, maybe a drink, some pretense of civility. But the moment Paul lips meet hers something shifts. Fleur’s gorgeous body responds before her mind can catch up. Her bag slipping from her shoulder and thudding softly against the carpet as Fleur’s hands find Paul’s manly chest. Her fingers spreading across warm skin.

Fleur kisses Paul back with equal intensity. Her tongue brushing against his lower lip before she pulls back just enough to breathe. Fleur’s forehead resting against Paul’s. A small breathless laugh escapes her.

”Someone's very eager.” Fleur murmurs her voice low and teasing.” I like that.”

Fleur steps past Paul into the room. She is letting her red leather coat fall fully open as she walks. Fleur is giving Paul the full view as she turn to face him. Fleur’s eyes travel down Paul’s body. She is taking in the broad shoulders and the defined chest. She likes the way Paul’s boxers hang on his hips. Fleur bite her lip. She is letting her gaze linger before meeting Paul’s blue eyes again. She whispers to Paul.

”You know, most men buy me a drink first.” Fleur tilts her head. A playful smile curving on her sexy thin lips. ”But I suppose rules are meant to be broken. Especially here in Berlin.”

Paul sees Fleur’s muscular ass for the first time when she lets her coat drop. It’s a “ Welt classe ” derrière. Paul is starting to get hard. He grabs Fleur’s bag and moves inside to the room. Closes the door and drops her overnight bag on the floor. Then he just stands still and stares at Fleur. He admires her perfect body. So very fit yet with huge breasts and broad hips. Her long legs are just outstanding. In her high heels she is almost exactly as tall as him. She must spend hours each day in the gym to get that fit and strong.

Fleur feels Paul’s gaze travel over every inch of her and she lets Paul look. Fleur turns slowly, giving Paul a full rotation before stopping with her back to him. Fleur is glancing over her shoulder with a sly smile. Fleur starts talking.

”You're staring, Paul.” Fleur reaches up and slowly unclip her red bra. She is letting it fall forward into her hands before turning around to face Paul. Fleur is holding the scrap of red lace against her chest. ”I hope you're not the type to be all talk.”

Fleur lets the red bra drop. She is revealing her huge breasts fully. The cool air of the room tightens her big nipples as she stands before Paul. She is completely bare from the waist up except for the red coat hanging open at her sides. Fleur takes a step closer. She is close enough that her heavy breasts brush against Paul’s chest as she look at him.

“I came all the way here in nothing but this coat and these high heels.” Fleur’s voice drops to a whisper. “Don't make me regret it.”

Paul just stares at Fleur’s huge perky breasts. Incredible knockers. He draws Fleur towards him and moves her real close. He kisses her again. Fleur is eager and she is a fabulous kisser. The intensity is high and Paul grabs her muscular ass. A new strong surge of energy runs through Paul when he touches her outstanding derrière. Fleur presses her huge boobs into his chest. She is almost equally tall as Paul in her high heels. Paul is getting very aroused and his body shows it.

The kiss deepens, and Fleur feels the heat building between them. Paul’s hands on her juicy ass send a jolt through Fleur and she presses her fit body harder against Paul’s. Fleur is feeling every inch of Paul through the thin fabric of his boxers. Fleur hands roam across his back. Fleur’s sharp nails grazing lightly over Paul’s skin as she loses herself in the taste of him.

When they finally break apart, both breathless Fleur is acutely aware of the dampness between her thighs. The evidence of how much she wants this. Wants Paul. Fleur looks down at the prominent bulge straining against his boxers, and a satisfied smile spreads across her beautiful face. “Good. You're as ready as I am.” Fleur whispers.

Fleur takes Paul’s hand and guide it to her round breast. She is pressing his palm against the soft, heavy flesh. Then Fleur lower her head, gently pushing Paul’s face down toward her juicy chest, arching her back to offer herself to Paul.

Fleur wants to feel Paul’s mouth on her. ”Paul I want to feel your tongue against my skin. ” Fleur’s voice is husky and raw with desire. ”Don't make me wait any longer.”

Paul will soon start sucking on Fleur’s outstanding boobs. First he just needs to remove his boxers. It was getting uncomfortable. His huge cock needs more room to grow. Then he starts licking and sucking on Fleur’s huge round globes. They are truly remarkable. Her big swollen nipples are fantastic. He bites gently on her big nipples. Her cleavage is deep and very impressive. Paul is extremely turned on by Fleur.

Fleur gasps sharply as Paul’s mouth finds her swollen nipple. Her head is falling back and her fingers threading through Paul’s hair to hold him there. The sensation radiates through Fleur in waves. Each flick of Paul’s tongue sending a pulse of heat straight between her legs. Fleur bites her lower lip to stifle a moan. It escapes anyway, low and breathless. She moans and whispers.

“Oh, fuck... Paul you're good at that.”

Fleur arches her back further. She is pressing more of herself into Paul’s mouth. One hand bracing against his shoulder for support as her knees threaten to weaken. The feeling of Paul’s stubble grazing against her sensitive skin only adds to the intensity, and Fleur can feel herself getting wetter by the second.

When Paul switches to the other breast Fleur lets out a shaky exhale. Her sharp nails raking gently across Paul’s scalp. Fleur looks down at Paul. She is watching the way his mouth moves on her and the sight alone makes Fleur ache.

“Paul... “ Fleur’s voice is thick and barely above a whisper. “If you keep that up, I'm not going to last very long. And I'd rather we save that energy for something... more substantial.”

Paul licks her huge boobs one more time. He then starts kissing her flat and very impressive stomach. Her bellybutton gets a nice little treatment. Paul is getting closer to her pussy and he can smell how aroused Fleur is. A musky fabulous smell and he quickly removes her panties. A gorgeous pussy suddenly appears. Clean shaven with big swollen pussy lips. Pinkish and wet. Paul dives in and he starts licking her pussy. Great taste. This is a fabulous development. He is making Fleur come very quickly.

The moment Paul’s tongue touches Fleur a sharp gasp escapes her thin lips. Her hand is flying to the wall for support. She was not prepared for how that would feel. The heat of Paul’s mouth and the deliberate pressure is outstanding. And the way Paul seems to know exactly where to focus makes Fleur shiver with delight.

“Oh... “ Fleur’s voice breaks, and she has to pause and is breathing hard. “You're... you're very thorough, aren't you?”

Fleur spreads her long slender legs slightly wider. She is giving Paul better access. One hand is still braced against the wall while the other finds its way back to his hair, gripping gently but firmly. Fleur’s hips begin to move. A slow and involuntary rhythm against Paul’s mouth as the pleasure builds.

“I was going to suggest we move to the bed, but...” Fleur lets out a shaky laugh that turns into a moan. ...”this feels like a pretty good place to start.”

Fleur is soaking wet. Great tasting cunt and Paul loves licking her. But he can’t dive in the way he wants. He licks her one more time and he collects her moisture in his mouth. He gets upright and moves Fleur to the huge bed. He moves her down on her back and she raises her long legs for him. Widens them to present her beautiful pussy.

First though Paul moves up and kisses Fleur again. He lets her taste herself. Long strings of her wetness are hanging out from his mouth. Then Paul stops kissing her and moves down and returns to her wet cunt. Immediately he drives a finger up into her tight pussy. Fleur is wet and horny. The tall blonde is having a fabulous time.

The taste of herself on Paul’s lips is intoxicating. Fleur moans into the kiss her long legs wrapping around Paul’s waist to pull him closer. When Paul pull away and she feels his finger slide inside her wet snatch Fleur gasps sharply. Her hips are bucking against Paul’s hand. Fleur is moving with the same rhythm as Paul.

” Oh, fuck... yes... Paul.” Fleur moans and talks.

Fleur grips the bedsheets. Her back arching as Paul work his finger inside her. Paul is curling and probing. Her breathing quickens, and she can feel herself clenching around Paul. She is already so close to the edge from the fast buildup.

”Paul... ” Fleur’s voice is strained and ****. “If you keep that up, I'm going to come on your hand before you even get inside me. Is that what you want? To watch me fall apart before we've even really started?”

Fleur looks down at Paul between her long legs. Her blue eyes half-lidded with lust. A fantastic teasing smile playing on her lips despite the breathlessness.

Paul answers Fleur immediately. “Yes come for me Fleur. I need you warm and ready when I fuck you later. “ Paul slides another finger upstairs. He starts finger fucking Fleur. She is moaning loudly and she is extremely aroused. Then Paul’s tongue finds her swollen sensitive clit. He starts licking and touching her clitoris. Now Fleur is really excited. She arcs her back even more as she moans and grunts loudly.

The moment Paul’s tongue finds her sensitive clit while his fingers work inside her, Fleur loses all ability to form coherent thoughts. A long, guttural moan escapes her throat as her hips buck against Paul’s face. Fleur’s hands flying to his hair to hold Paul in place. Fleur is getting close. Apparently this was exactly what she needed.

“Oh God... Paul... “ Fleur’s voice is strained and barely recognizable. “Right there... don't stop... Paul. Please don’t stop.”

The pleasure builds rapidly, coiling tight in her lower belly. Fleur can feel herself approaching the edge. Her strong thighs trembling against Paul’s ears. Fleur’s breathing is ragged and very uneven. She tries to warn Paul but the words come out as a broken whisper.

“I'm... I'm going to...”

The orgasm crashes through Fleur without warning. Her strong back arching off the bed as a sharp cry escapes her lips. Waves of pleasure ripple through Fleur’s fit body. Her inner walls clenching around Paul’s fingers as she rides out the sensation. Fleur is completely surrendered to the feeling of Paul’s mouth and hands working her through it all. It’s a fabulous orgasm for Fleur. Incredible start considering they hardly know each other. Her aftershocks continues as Fleur enjoys the outstanding moment.

When Fleur finally comes down, gasping for air she lays there limp and trembling. A lazy, satisfied smile spreading across her beautiful face. She look down at Paul between her slender legs her blue eyes hazy with afterglow. Fleur whispers.

”Well...” Fleur manages. Her voice is very hoarse. ”That was a hell of a welcome Paul.”