Jean was never this bold with a woman.  Too many complications, especially with tourists.  He had heard many a tale of a romance with a foriegner where the ending was 'and then she left' and then a lot of wine.  Enough of them to know better, at least.  He couldnt help himself.  He kept feeling a connection or specialness of the situation.  Like if she were to leave him, he would never see another one like her.<br/><br/>Jean had always enjoyed the company of women.  Their secrets... their scent.  The way their skin plays with the senses like music.  He had been teased much of his life for his facination with the fairer sex.  Oral sex was a hunger for him, a way of literally tasting a woman's core.  It was easy and fun for him.  Feeling it as she climaxed, Jean was beginning to strive for another, hearing the music continuing, he was going to use what cover he had.  She beckoned him, though.<br/><br/>Comming close to her, pushing her skirt back down so they looked innocent once more.  He was surprised by how readily and compleatly she kissed him.  His tongue dancing with hers to the music of the band.  It was lovely has much music and physical pleasure had to do with one another.  A concept Jean thought might need to be explored in his next piece.  They snuggled close, sharing each others breath.  As he heard her offer to reciprocate, Jean could only smile.  Looking up at the band as he watched the band and the entranced crowd begin scattering.  Looking back, he reached up and touched her chin to pause before saying the most beautiful words he had ever heard.  Especially in the French language.<br/><br/><em>"Your place or mine?"</em>He really hoped it was hers.  His place was a rather small and cramped appartment.