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see the Eiffel Tower from your room?"

"Yeah, there's a small balcony in front. You can walk out on it, and the Eiffel Tower is right there."

"Can I look at it? Our room doesn't have any view."

"Sure, come on it."

She trotted in quickly.

"You look cold," I said.

"I am. I didn't bring any robe or slippers, just pajamas, and they're thin."

"So I see. The balcony's over here."

She scurried over and opened the French doors. The balcony was about five feet wide and eight feet long, with a small table and two chairs. It looked like an ideal place to have breakfast in the morning or a glass of wine in the evening. She walked out and stood at the railing. By this time at night, the tower was all lighted up, from top to bottom.

"God! It's beautiful!" she said. "I've lived my whole life for this."

I walked out and stood on the balcony behind her. She turned and hugged me. "Thank you. You don't know what this means to me." There were tears in her eyes, but also she was beginning to shiver. I went back into the room and got my jacket off the chair. When I returned to the balcony, she was back facing the tower again. I draped the jacket over her shoulders. She turned to me, and now the tears were running down her face. "This has been the dream of my lifetime. It's like a fantasy come true."

I smiled at her. Then I went to the bathroom, pulled a couple of tissues from the dispenser, and returned to her. "Here," I said. She turned around. I wiped the tears from her eyes. "Blow," I said, and she did, with a laugh, causing the jacket to fall from her shoulders. I picked it up and draped it around her as she turned to the tower again. She was still shivering, so I stood behind her and put my arms around her and the jacket. She snuggled back to me, and I could feel just how thin her pajamas were. Good thing she was oblivious to the growing presence in my pajamas. She clasped her hands over my right hand and after a moment slipped it inside the jacket-and inside the top of her pajamas, which had somehow become unbuttoned. "See how cold I am?" she asked, as she placed my hand over the stiff cold nipple of her breast. To say I was taken aback would be an understatement.

"I'm not supposed to be doing this," I said.

"You're not doing it; I am-and I won't tell."

Well, if that was the case, and if this was Paris, and if she was a beautiful barely-clad girl-which she was-I might as well go for the whole thing, I thought. I'm not going to get a chance like this again. I slowly lowered my hand until I reached the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Then I slipped it under. She was not wearing any panties. I slid my fingers down her belly until I felt the soft silky nest of her public hair. She drew in a sharp breath. "Should I stop?" I asked.

"No," she whispered. "Can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

"It's always been a fantasy of mine to be able to make love in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower. And since my boyfriend is three thousand miles away-and didn't even want to come-and this chance may never come again, I wondered if you would be willing to do it?"

"Do what?"

She turned, with my hand still inside her pants. "You know what I mean. Make love to me."

"You're putting me on," I said, "This is some kind of a dare."

"No, I'm serious. Would you?"

I thought about it for a moment. If the chance might never come for her again, it certainly would not come for me again. I pulled the my jacket from her shoulders and tossed it inside. Then I pulled the open pajama top from her shoulders and tossed it inside. I got on my knees and pulled her pajama bottoms down to her feet, observing at the same time that she was a real blonde. Then I got to my feet. "Does that answer your question?" I asked.

She clutched her arms around her breasts. "Yes, it does, but I'm freezing!"

I picked her up in my arms, carried her over to the bed, and deposited her on the coverlet.

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