My army bro's niece

[gotnotime]

Originally Posted by BMW69

I haven't. I'm posting chapters that were written about 3 weeks back. I'm currently up to chapter 42 and stuck

Good for you.. I've posted all that I wrote, and got stuck.
Because I started writing more songs instead of focusing on the story -.-

[BMW69]

Originally Posted by gotnotime

Good for you.. I've posted all that I wrote, and got stuck.
Because I started writing more songs instead of focusing on the story -.-

Hmm I'm thinking of fast forwarding or something. Sian.

[gotnotime]

Originally Posted by BMW69

Hmm I'm thinking of fast forwarding or something. Sian.

Same here, especially when I gotnotime coz I'm still serving.

[BMW69]

Originally Posted by gotnotime

Same here, especially when I gotnotime coz I'm still serving.

Ahhh should have a lot of time to think about it when you're marching or doing pt what.

[gotnotime]

Originally Posted by BMW69

Ahhh should have a lot of time to think about it when you're marching or doing pt what.

Well.. that's for a normal rifle company. HQ really gotnotime to think coz things are constantly moving.

[BMW69]

Originally Posted by gotnotime

Well.. that's for a normal rifle company. HQ really gotnotime to think coz things are constantly moving.

All the best to you

[BMW69]

---Chapter 35---

After the not very filling dinner of mostly Escargot and bread, we got back into the car, aware that the temperature outside is gradually declining. I started up the engine immediately, allowing the nice warmer air to flow out of the vents and into the car. Sitting in the lot with the engine on, I noticed that there were blue mood lightings surrounding the glove box when I opened it to put my gloves in. Seriously, that was the first time I used the glove box for its intended purpose. Driving to our hotel took no more than 10 minutes after the traffic cleared.

We arrived at a quarter past 8 in the evening and a doorman opened the car doors for us and a porter instantly came out to help with our luggage. A valet appeared from nowhere and took the car, handing me a slip and in no time at all, the hotel manager was at the door, waiting to bring us up to our room. The first thing I noticed in the room was the magnificence of the Eiffel Tower at night, right outside the floor to ceiling windows in the room. The three of us walked into the large terrace that we were getting accustomed to getting in every hotel and stared at the elegance of the lit historic icon. The yellow glow against the black backdrop with the endless cars driving under it all but transports you to another universe. No matter how many times I’ve seen the tower, nothing can beat this experience of seeing it right outside your window in its full glory.

When I turned back, the manager was still standing there, waiting for me to complete the check in process. Taking my Standard Charted Visa Infinite and my Golden Circle Platinum Card, the manager went to the lobby for the final registration process while we were served Hors d’oeuvre. I had only managed to book the La-Suite Shangri-La because the adjourning suites are fully booked. The three of us would have to share the large One Bedroom suite for the 5 nights we were in the City of Light. We enjoyed the cold night air while sitting in the terrace and chit chatting aimlessly while waiting for my cards to return. Eating butter biscuits and drinking Moet, I looked at the brightly lit and flashing blue and walked into the bedroom with the butler, leaving the girls outside. I was quite thankful that the butler spoke English because I would never have managed with the little French that I knew.

Me: Can you book a table for 3 at the 58 Tour Eiffel for Tuesday night?
Butler: Yes Mister.
Me: Pass them these 2 boxes. The one on top is for the lady in black. The other one is for the lady in pink.
B: I’ll do that first thing tomorrow when they open
Me: Merci.

​With the traditional Christmas dinner planned, ​I walked back out to the open terrace, sticking out my hand and inviting Carrie back into the room. Steph followed closely behind, alone, with a tinge of loneliness in her eyes. I could only feel sorry for her as my heart was wholly given to Carrie by that time. I brought Carrie back into the room, shutting the door behind us and put on the soft slow voice of Celine Dion as we danced in a slow waltz, holding each other close and me smelling her hair. The smell of peach wafted into my nostrils, causing my member to stand up, saluting the shampoo she used. We started to hug each other, her head pressed tightly against my chest and we continued to move in tempo with the beat of Celine Dion.

​Alas, this special moment was not to last as the doorbell sounded and Steph knocked on our door, informing me that the butler was looking for me. I hurriedly chased the butler out of the room before asking him what the matter is.

---End of Chapter 35---

[BMW69]

I apologise for the lack of sexual content in the recent chapters. It will come soon.

---Chapter 36---

B: Mister, the restaurant is fully booked on Christmas night. We managed to get a table for 3 tomorrow night instead. Is that ok?
Me: Then what about the Christmas dinner? The gifts that I planned?
B: How about I arrange for a candle lit dinner in your room instead Mister? You come back at 6:30, the tables all set.

​I sighed softly to myself as my dinner plans fell apart. I contemplated opening another room somewhere else in the hotel for Steph but I knew Carrie would never allow that. There goes my “Christmas Special” I thought to myself as I told the butler to go ahead with his plans instead. I told him to deliver the presents that I prepared for them on Christmas morning during breakfast instead. I also told him that we would be taking breakfast outside tomorrow. No need to prepare a table for us in the restaurant tomorrow.

​Still a little unhappy at the fully booked restaurant on Christmas night, I went back into the room with no mood for any sexual activities. After a little more cuddling with Carrie, the two of us went to take a bath in the large toilet with heated floor. I played Classical music while waiting for Carrie’s chest length hair to dry before the two of us cuddled together and went to sleep. Steph was left to sleep on the plush and comfortable brown sofas in the spacious living room of our suite.

​I do not usually like to add date labels but it is worth noting that it is now the eve of Christmas and the second day in Paris for the three of us. We got up and dressed ourselves, Carrie and me in our room and Steph in the toilet in the living room. Carrie and I picked the clothes for each other from the selection of clothes we put in the wardrobe the night before. I chose a Black stretch dress for Carrie from Givenchy with a pair of black stockings in place of her panties. I helped her to clasp the bra while ogling at her perky butt and pulled up her dress after she stepped into it, taking in a big whiff of her long silky again. For myself, she picked me a Maroon T-shirt from Emporio Armani with dark blue denim Jeans from Armani Jeans with a simple AJ belt to go with it. Carrie and Steph walked into the lift and then out of the hotel arm in arm as I followed closely behind into our waiting Evoque. It was a mere 5 minutes’ drive to our breakfast destination, Laduree in Champs Elysees, the major shopping strip in Paris.

​The world renounced macarons lived up to its name. Its soft texture was so heavenly that it reminded me of nibbling Carrie’s AA cup boobs. The taste of the macarons, not too sweet and not too blend either, going perfectly with the fragrant espresso that we were all having. The other biscuits and cakes did not disappoint either, tempting us to come back for more later in the day. Stomach filled, we headed out into the busy streets, filled with last minute shoppers, mothers pushing prams and couples hand in hand, all bustling around, seeming more busy than we were. The Christmas spirit was in the air as we saw shops all beautifully decorated for the festive season. We slowly strolled into the luxury shops in the vicinity, Ferragamo, Jimmy Choo and the other luxury stores before it was time for us to go for our Christmas Eve dinner in Eiffel Tower.

​I retrieved my car from the car park in the Marriott hotel near-by before driving them back to the hotel to unload our shopping from the afternoon. Changing into a 3” heel from Charles and Keith and tying her hair into an elaborate braid, Carrie twirled around for me to admire the gorgeous lady that she had transformed into. Steph was wearing a shorter heel, also from Charles and Keith and we walked the short journey across Pont d’lena to the foot of Eiffel tower half an hour before our dinner reservation, at 6:30.

---End of Chapter 36---

[BMW69]

---Chapter 37---

​Taking the tickets which our butler collected for us, we took the lift up to the third floor of the really tall tower. The ride was really long and the queue for the lift was even longer. We were, however, rewarded with a stunning view of the City of Light, fully lit up when we reached the top. The cold night wind was blowing hard at us, Carrie and I embraced in a kiss, completely ignoring the other throngs of tourists staring at us. I had to resist the many temptations to reach under Carrie’s black dress to finger her in this romantic location. Steph hit Carrie in the back and said “Awww, get a room!” Carrie broke the kiss and started laughing with Steph as I watched the two hot girls attempt to run around the small cramped space on the top of the tower, hitting each other with their LV bags.

​We slowly descended to the first floor of the tower for dinner at the 58 Tour Eiffel restaurant for our Christmas Eve dinner. It was a sumptuous feast that the butler had ordered in advance for us. We managed to taste every single French delicacy that anyone can think of from Foie Gras to Scallops and Veal. Vintage bottles of Bordeaux were served, the fruity taste complementing the food that was slowly being served. I took care not to drink too much while making Carrie and Steph drink more, in anticipation of the fun that Carrie and I would be having that night. Steph must be so drunk that she would not stumble into us having sex again like the last time, when we were at Charmonix. Carrie must be drunk enough to be stumbling around and horny, but not so drunk that she would puke all over me during sex. I found it especially hard to guesstimate the amount of alcohol each of them needs to drink, with only a small window for error, in the case of Carrie.

​I looked forward for dinner to end where we would take a cab back to the hotel quickly so that I can check out Carrie’s naked pussy under her thin black stockings. Desserts could not come fast enough as I stopped both girls from drinking anymore, afraid that my elaborate plan would go overboard. I sent the butler an SMS ahead of time to arrange for a Mercedes stretched Limo to pick us up from the tower when we were done with the meal. The moment desserts were served, I called for the bill, allowing them time to come up with the bill. Just as I thought, all three of us finished our desserts even before the bill came.

I was tempted to call the butler up to get the bill but decided against it. I was tapping my fingers impatiently on the black wooden table top when the bill finally came. Steph had drunk way too much and was mumbling inaudibly to herself while Carrie and I were still quite awake and aware of our surroundings. I whispered my plans for tonight into Carrie’s red ears and she responded by licking my ear lobes. I got an instant hard on, which stayed there the while time that I was waiting for my Visa Infinite card to come back. I regret not paying by cash for I could just tell the young waitress to keep the change. After what seemed like forever, the waitress of no more than 20 came back with my card and I walked out with Carrie in my arms and the butler helping Steph onto her feet.

The privacy glass was up and the three of us in the back of the stretched Mercedes Limo while the butler was in the front with the chauffeur. Steph was already slumped in the seat opposite Carrie and I, probably asleep as we could no longer hear her mumbling. I took the opportunity to finger Carrie through the thin fabric of her stockings. She returned the favour by moaning seductively into my ear as she groped my already hard member hard and fast. We felt the large black car slow to a halt as our door was opened. I had to stop there and walk out of the car with my lovely girlfriend, once again, leaving Steph in the trusted hands of our butler. Tapping my feet impatiently on the marble floor in the lift lobby, I once again had to wait for seemingly forever before the lift would finally deposit us on the top floor of the hotel.

---End of Chapter 37---

[Ladyrain]

Ooh.. I like this! Good one writer! Hurry, continue!

[BMW69]

Originally Posted by Ladyrain

Ooh.. I like this! Good one writer! Hurry, continue!

Thanks sis for your encouragement!

[Giralda]

nice one please continue , thks

[ahjohn888]

Wah. Super hot. Had to PCC after reading this.

[BMW69]

Originally Posted by Giralda

nice one please continue , thks

Originally Posted by ahjohn888

Wah. Super hot. Had to PCC after reading this.

Thanks for the encouragement. new chapter up soon

[BMW69]

---Chapter 38---

The moment our butler placed Steph down on the soft plush sofa in the living room, I hastily gave him a 50 Eur tip and chased him out of the room. Carrie was breaking open a slit in her stockings with her long and nicely manicured fingernails to give me easier access into her. I reached over to turn on some music to set the mood, varying the playlists with both fast and slow romantic songs as Carrie helped me to undo my belt, pulling down my jeans and underwear together in one swift motion.

I sniffed her long black hair hungrily, taking in the peachy smell of her shampoo as I pushed hard into her tight snatch while she held open the hole she cut in her stockings. I carried her and started to pump her slowly, following the tempo of the music that was playing. She told me to bring her into the bathroom and pump her on the sink and I had to stop her head from hitting the mirror behind. I feared for her safety and carried her back into our bedroom and pushed her onto the bed and started to pump her in the missionary position again. She wanted to be on top and got on in the reverse cowgirl position and I could smell a tiny whiff of her sweat from her delicious socks. She rode me hard and fast, secreting some whitish liquid at the base of my member. Her stockings tucked into my face and nostrils as she continued to rock hard and fast on the silky white and brown quilt cover. I heard several loud crashes and she told me she swiped the phone and the notepad onto the floor from the small bedside table and I told her to turn around to face me so that I could see her pink titties as she rode me.

She got up and stepped out of her dress as she mounted me again wearing nothing but her black stockings with a silt cut where her leaking vagina was. She sat on me, perky nipples pointing at my face while she inserted my small bro into her pussy again and started riding me hard again, beads of sweat starting to form on her face even though the outside temperature was no more than 15 degrees at that time. Her moans got louder and I watched her chest length hair flow smoothly as she bounced hard and she scratched my chest while grabbing hard, the two of us letting out a long loud moan as we came together with her still riding hard and fast.

I grabbed her hands, looking at her blissful looking facial expression as I closed my eyes, feeling my member pump load after load into her waiting snatch. I felt her pussy contract, grabbing my member hard, seemingly sucking in my load, asking for more. It was an extremely erotic sensation that we both enjoyed as we felt us become one again before our furiously beating heart started slowing down again. We smiled at each other as she got off me, watching streams of my cum slowly flowing down her white silky legs as I wiped off some of her sweat on her forehead. We were locked in an embrace, kissing each other till our lips started hurting, still not letting go. We only broke out of the embrace when both of our lips were chaffed from the kissing and had started to bleed. The cold dry air from the slightly open terrace doors was not helping either as she reminded me to put on some lip balm before we went to sleep that night. I glanced over at my phone and saw that it was midnight on Christmas day and started kissing Carrie’s face again, barely noticing that some of my cum had leaked onto my own leg as Carrie sat on me, cross legged on the bed.

Her black stockings were by now ruined by the rubbing against our skin during the long and passionate kiss we shared just now and I slowly stripped it off her legs. The two of us proceeded into the shower where I helped her to wash off my cum from our legs and her vagina before going into the bath tub for a soak.

---End of Chapter 38---