So, I recently had some inspiration and started writing a story. It's a pretty long story and this kinda is the introduction. Let me know if you want the next part. I'm not a native English speaker, so I'm sorry if it isn't written the best.

While sitting on the edge of the bed, I (23M) stare out of my hotel window. Outside I can see the lights of other hotel rooms. In the distance the Eiffel tower slowly appears. She (23F) lays behind me. I look over my shoulder and catch a glimpse of her naked body. I could see her left breast. She has beautiful breasts. They’re not to big, but not too small either. They’re soft, just like her hair. The blanker covers her butt, and I can just barely see her feet.

I continue to stare ahead, lost in thought, pondering what I am doing here. It was my idea to come to Paris, but I didn't expect that we would end up like this. No, I'm fooling myself. We knew well enough that this would happen. We knew it when we booked only one room instead of two.

Two months earlier, I was planning my trip to Paris. My parents advised me not to go alone and to take a friend with me. So, I went through my entire friends list, but most had plans in September or were busy preparing for the new school year. Not wanting to go alone, I eventually decided to message Remi. Remi and I met at school. She wasn’t tall, about a head shorter than me. She was small, with short blonde hair just touching her shoulders. She had beautiful green eyes, one of our first conversation topics since we both had green eyes. We shared the same friend group, but I knew she wanted to be more than just friends. She had a crush on me. Like me, Remi loved to travel, so I asked her to join me. Did I know we would end up in bed together? Yes. Did I want that to happen? I didn’t know the answer to that. My eyes were already set on someone else. Her name was Soraya. She was stunning, even more beautiful than Remi, with light brown hair and a body I couldn't even dream of in my wildest fantasies.

Remi was unsure about coming along; in our friend circle, I was known as the businessman. I was often busy with work, frequently canceling last minute because of business matters and leaving early without saying goodbye. My friends were annoyed by it, but I always promised it was the last time. I promised Remi that no work would be done during those three days, and she decided to come. After some planning, we decided to book one double room with two separate beds to save money, but also not to rule out certain possibilities.

On the train, we sat opposite each other. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. We talked about all sorts of things—school, the series we watched together, and what we wanted to do in Paris. I wanted to visit the Arc de Triomphe. During our conversation, my eyes kept drifting to her small, round breasts. She wore a short blouse and shorts. Her belly was visible under her blouse, and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra because I could see her nipples through her blouse. During our conversation, she caught me staring at them several times. She said that her eyes were on her face, not her breasts. I laughed, and she laughed back. How could I desire her so much, yet feel no love for her? All I wanted was her, with her back on a bed and my dick inside her. Without realizing it, I had an erection. She noticed.

Her foot slowly moved up my leg until it reached my erection. She began lightly rubbing my dick and bit her lip a little. I struggled to control myself; it felt good. With my eyes fixed on her, I saw two people staring at us out of the corner of my eye. I didn’t care; I wanted her here and now. I looked at her but had to think of Soraya. I stood up and awkwardly said I needed to go to the toilet. In the toilet, I debated whether I should masturbate. I decided not to; if I were to come, it would be in her. Not alone, in the toilet on the train to Paris. We hadn't even arrived yet, and my dick could barely stay in my pants.

It was already late when we left the Paris station behind us. We walked through a beautifully lit city. Paris is called the City of Light for a reason. Once we arrived at our hotel, we asked for the key to our room. After a whole day of traveling, we were both exhausted and wanted to sleep as soon as possible. Once in the room, it turned out there was a mistake; there was only one double bed. The reception said it was the last room within our price range, so it was that or pay extra. I do many things, but I don’t pay extra. I said I would sleep on the couch and that she could have the bed.

So it was, and in the morning, I woke up first, feeling like I had developed a hernia in my lower back. Remi was still sleeping, and I watched her sleep so peacefully and innocently. I washed away my desires in her innocence. Who was I to fool her? She wanted more, but I felt nothing for her; we were just friends. I decided then, while looking at her body, that nothing would happen on this trip. Although I desired her body, I didn’t desire her, and it would haunt me for years if we had sex now.

The next morning at breakfast, we discussed our plans. We would see the major tourist attractions today and the lesser-known sites on the following days. We visited the Arc de Triomphe, the Eiffel Tower, and the Champs-Élysées... Our last stop was the Sacré-Cœur, where I received a phone call. It was Nico, my scout who, he finds events where I can make good business contacts. I had told him not to call or text me since I was on vacation. But the proposal he had was too good to ignore. A masquerade ball with the biggest names in the world—this was my chance to take my business to a new level. I couldn’t let this opportunity slip by, so I agreed, knowing full well that I was breaking my promise to Remi.

Remi asked who it was, and I lied, saying it was my parents checking on me. Once we arrived at our hotel, I went straight upstairs, saying I wasn’t hungry and she should go to dinner without me. I went to the room and got ready for the ball. Once dressed, I called Nico for the details: time, place, and whom I should definitely talk to. After that call, Remi came into the room crying. She had been listening in. Crying, she said, “You promised, you wouldn’t do any business, it would just be you and me!” She started cursing at me, and I couldn’t calm her down. Out of desperation, I said, “I’ll do anything you want, name it and I’ll do it, but I really need to go now.” “I want you to fuck me, fuck my brains out,” Remi responded.