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Darys Night at the Museum

Paris on a brisk fall day. Tourists clog the street. The crisp autumn air cleansed my lungs as I rushed down the street from Quai Francois Mitterand, a little late on my commute to work. The magnificent pyramid came into view and I never tired of the sight. I felt I was at the nexus of old and new, tradition and avant-garde. C’etait vraiment un jour magnifique.

I crossed the street and went into one of the numerous staff entrances. It always amused me that the milling families in the giant square around the pyramid never seemed to notice our disappearing act. Made it to the locker room greeting colleagues along the way, and donned my sharp dress pants, crisp shirt, and oh-so-French navy blue blazer. Gave my shoes one more liquid polish coat and proudly put on my official tour guide badge.

If I could I would live in the museum, like Ben Stiller, it was so dear to me. Here I was free to be me, my deep appreciation of history, culture, art, humanities, society, and everything else under God’s sky was not judged, it was adored and appreciated. I was proud to say I was one of the best tour guides to walk the magnificent halls of the Louvre and even had a small Instagram following.

Today was Bastille Day and we were restricted hours, so I expected a small crowd, to my delight. I preferred quality interactions instead of yelling at a big pack of yapping photo-clicking tourists. Usually, in a small crowd, I like to know names, and so it was I met Dary. She was dressed in Paris Chic - elegant long dark pants, a silk purple blouse, a small purse with a chain over the shoulder, and a long overcoat in retro square print for the cold day.

She came forward to shake my hand, putting her soft hand into mine, and I was stunned by her beauty. A perfect face with cute shapely lips, all natural. A sharp feminine nose and perfect oval eyes.

“A pleasure,” she lilted in a sweet dulcet voice.

What struck me most was her hair, silver blonde, such a rare color. I was instantly fascinated. What’s more the smile she gave me drove a stake through my heart, soft and kind, intelligent and insightful, but also suspicious and skeptical. I felt a stirring in my heart and mind, that I had to win her respect that day. My eyes wandered down her body for a few milliseconds, taking in the milky white skin, and the veins visible. Such perfect ivory. There was a complex impressive dragon tattoo on one forearm, and I traced it with my eyes.

I settled on her ample bosom, just could not help it, and knew under her top there was a magnificent set of boobs. When she spun around as I expected there was an ample ass behind her, visible even through the overcoat.

Needless to say for the rest of the tour I was mesmerized and drawn to her, a siren set loose for me in the Louvre, and I was a helpless sailor into her lure. I explained things to the group, but my eyes wandered to her, and I consistently received a warm knowing smile. Dary began to ask a series of intelligent knowing questions about various pieces of art and craft, including the French masters, impressionists, international art, and a whole host of areas. She was well-read and traveled and oozed sophistication.

As we walked through the galleries the crowds began to thin as folks peeled off for the festivities outdoors in Paris. She stayed by my side and we found ourselves alone, walking through the Roman period. We had a fascinating discussion on various emperors and their legacies, and I was in bliss to find my intellectual equal in these matters.

At one point our hands brushed together and she did not pull her soft warm hand back, and we lingered in the touch. At another point, she bumped against me and I felt her soft curves under her coat, she stayed against me, looked up nervously, and gave a little cute adorable oops. I found my hopes rising that perhaps I had found a diamond in the rock, the jewel in the crown.

I asked Dary, “Do you want to get lost in here after closing, in the dark, with me?”

She spun and seemed genuinely surprised, then cracked that wicked smile, and asked, “Are we going to break the rules?”

I smiled and nodded and she giggled and took my hand. We walked on and I whisked her to the basement where I knew they would not find us. There I took her to the collections room and we looked at ancient pieces together, talking animatedly. Dary took off her coat and I stood next to her soft body and leaned forward to point out items while we discussed.

My arm was around her slim waist and on occasion came down to her shapely ass but she did not mind. At times as I pointed things out my arm brushed against her soft boobs and her breathing rose. In those dim rooms, my cock was rock hard and she looked down and smiled.

Finally, it was time - way past closing hour. We slipped out and through the service corridors, I knew. I also had knowledge that certain areas were closed and roped off and could only be reached secretly. Such was King Charle’s bedroom replica, a massive bed of blue velvet surrounded by a lavish living room. She fell into my arms and we had a deep passionate kiss, I tasted her sweetness and fragrance.

I turned on a waltz on my phone Spotify and we twirled around the bedroom, I felt comfortable and reassured her no guards were coming as the entrances were sealed off. She leaned against my chest and on occasion reached up for a passionate kiss. My hand wandered down to her ass and rested there.

Dary whispered as we slowly drifted across the dark dance floor, stepping over ancient rugs of the great French kings, “Tonight, with you, I have found myself.”

It was time to rise. She took me over to the bed and sat me down. Outside the fireworks had started over the city and in the dark flashes of color pierced through. In this kaleidoscope, she disrobed gently in front of me. Her clothes were off and she stood in front of me magnificent and naked. Her silver hair glimmered and gave flashes of color from outside, she tilted her head to the side and gave me that naughty smile.

Her narrow shoulders fell off to a set of huge boobs topped with absolutely glorious ghost nipples where you could not tell the start of the areolas. The boobs were tipped by tiny inverted nipples and it took all my willpower not to leap forward. Her soft belly glowed and led to wide hips and a lovely pussy below. Her shapely thighs tapered off to lovely delicate feet.

I gasped “You put the French masters to shame. Even if they painted you, they could not depict a more perfect woman.”

She walked forward and I put my arms around her waist and opened my mouth as wide as possible and took in most of one boob at a time, sucking deeply. She sighed and arched her back and pushed closer. My hand wandered down to her pussy and stroked and instantly it felt wet. She leaned down for a deep kiss, then I continued to lick her soft ivory skin. Her nipples crinkled erect as I sucked them like a baby. I rounded her ass and put my fingers between them and rubbed her butt hole and she gasped.

She pushed me back on the bed and climbed on. She unzipped and pulled off my pants and sucked my hard cock and I lay back gazing at the massive canopy of the bed, lost in pleasure. She crawled forward and kissed me then dropped one massive boob at a time into my mouth. I sucked while my cock stroked the entrance to her pussy. Finally, she slid down onto me and her pussy slid up and down on my massive pulsing cock. Her huge boobs jiggled in the dark with flashes of fireworks and I grabbed them from below, on occasion pulling her down for a nipple suck or kiss.

We went on for a while and my pressure built. Finally, I exploded in cum I was so hot. She fell on me. We lay tangled for a while. But I had such heat for her I was not done, I turned her sideways and entered her again, one hand cupping a boob the other lifting her foot to open her wide. I fucked her from behind and she leaned back for a kiss.

I had never experienced such passion. This time she came first with a series of gasps and I came right after. We were completely spent and lay naked in the bed of the great king, and we felt royal and regal in our pleasure.

I had given Dary a night of her life at the museum, and what followed were countless more.