31vakti Greetings. I’m Mehmet. i am a 39-year-old married businessman. I am one of the managers of a medium-sized company. I was preparing for the partnership negotiations we were going to have with a company abroad. I was assigned for this job. However, mail calls from Istanbul were not enough. I had to go to France for him. The necessary hotel reservations, excursion programs, in short, everything had been arranged by the company. I was going to have negotiations in Paris, my wife insisted on coming when my destination was Paris. So I told him that I was only going for a few days, so there was no place for sightseeing, I was going to take him on a little vacation in the summer, and he agreed. Actually, on trips abroad, I usually spend the nights with bitches. So I didn’t want my wife with me for that.
Anyway, my wife took me to the airport, said goodbye. on my 3-hour flight, I landed in Paris, studying reports, agreements. I went through passport control, picked up my suitcase, then checked out of the international terminal of Orly Airport. There were a lot of people with papers and cartons in their hands, they were waiting. I began to look carefully. Yes I had found my name. I started walking slowly, said to the lady holding the cardboard, “Hello!” I said in English. But the woman said in Turkish“ “Mr. Mehmet? Isn’t it?” I was surprised when I received your answer. “Yes… are you Turkish?“I asked. “No, I’m not Turkish. By the way, I’m Esma. Dec. I will help you during your visit to Paris…” I received the answer. We shook hands and started walking towards the car. I thought he must be joking when he said he wasn’t Turkish.
Esma was a tall, brunette, tall, about 30 years old, an Elite woman with big breasts that were tight and noticeable from the suit she was wearing and overflowing from her shirt. We got in the car, left the airport. He was sitting next to me on the way and said, “I’m an executive assistant. I’m originally from an Arab background, but my family lives in France. I learned Turkish in Istanbul, where I came with an exchange program.” he was introducing himself. She was a very kind, attractive woman. We had a chat along the way. “At the moment, we have a dinner program at 14:00, 19:00. If you want to rest today, if you want tomorrow, I can show you around the city. You can make any spending you want at the hotel.” said.
We were in front of the hotel, it was a very luxurious and beautiful hotel. We went inside together, gave our bags to the Bellboy and proceeded to the reception. The receptionist and Esma were talking something in French. At the end, two cards were given. “Actually, I was scheduled to stay in your next room, but there is only one suite left. I’ll be upstairs with you. I’ll give you my room number, you can call anytime!” when he said, “Esma Hanım, it’s okay for me, if you want to stay in the suite, I’ll stay in the other room …” I said. “Sir, no, this is the planned situation, and besides, I’m sure the suit for you will be much more comfortable!” said.
We got into the elevator. There was a very nice and attractive perfume smell coming from Esma. She had her hair done in a bun from behind, and her thick-rimmed glasses were very attractive. We got off the elevator. We moved towards the suite room, Esma gave her tip to the Bellboy and gave me her mobile number, saying, “Call me anytime, I’ll give you my mobile phone…”. The bellboy opened the door, put my suitcase inside. When Esma and the Bellboy came out, I was alone in the room. I took off my jacket, hung it up. I also untied my tie and started walking around the room. It was a very luxurious room, a small bar, a bedroom, a living room, and a room designed as a study. I went into the bedroom, I was just going to lie down, and it occurred to me to take a shower. I undressed, went into the shower. Or rather, it was a shower in the form of a jacuzzi, but I just turned on the shower. I thought I’d enjoy the jacuzzi later. I took a little shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. I walked into the bedroom, my phone was ringing…
I picked up my phone. My wife was calling, I forgot to let her know when I landed. We talked for a while, then I hung up, lay down on the bed. I turned on the TV, hoping maybe I would find an English channel. I started zapping, which I had found a soft pørnø channel. There was no fucking, just girls doing shows. And I turned down the volume, picked up a Whiskey and a cigarette and started watching. My dick was up, we hadn’t made love for a week because my wife had her period. I was wondering if I could find a bitch for myself in Paris. Because I came alone for the first time, when I left, my friend Kemal arranged the bitches in advance. Actually, I could have called Kemal and asked him to find me a whore. Anyway, then I got bored with the TV, I turned it off. It might have been nice to get some sleep. I got up, put on my boxers. I lay down on the bed. I set my phone clock to 18:00, and I fell asleep…
I woke up again at 18:00. It was raining. I got up, put on one of my suits I bought. I put a nice perfume on me, I was correcting myself in the mirror, and my room phone rang. I opened it. “Mr. Mehmet, if you are ready, let’s meet in the lobby at 18:30.” Esma said. “Well, Miss Esma!” I said, “I hung up the phone. Esma was in the lobby at 18:30. There was not much change, he was again in a very stylish and elite situation. He told the receptionist to call a taxi. “Actually, the company was going to arrange one of the drivers, but the driver wasn’t available today, sorry, please!” said. “It’s all right, Miss Esma. Actually, it would be more comfortable if we rented a car …” I said. “Sir, I have a car, but it may be difficult to rent a car. You can use my car if you want.” he showed an example of politeness by saying. “Anyway, it’s okay, we’ll manage with a taxi and a driver now!” he smiled when he said.
The taxi had arrived. We took a taxi. He told us the name of a restaurant, we started to leave. “Paris. It rains 300 days a year …” he began to introduce me to the city by saying. And I was listening to him with interest. On the way, he showed me the famous Eiffel Tower and told me its history. Continuing on from the famous street of Paris and the monument, whose name I can’t remember now, we arrived at the restaurant shortly after.
We got out of the car. It was a very high-quality restaurant. We met with the company officials, went to dinner. Esma said to me, “Do you drink wine?” when he asked, “Esma Hanım, can one come to Paris and go without drinking wine?” I made a joke. Wine, food, conversation, everything was fine. The company officials were very polite, our first meeting went quite well. We got up later in the night, the deal was now final.
We returned to the hotel by taxi again. “Esma Hanım, thank you very much, you are very hospitable!I said. “I thank you, sir, and good-night!” said. “Esma Hanım, you have been very interested in me today. If you wish, would you come to my room to relieve the fatigue of the day and to have a little chat?” when he said, he thought and said, “Well, Mr. Mehmet!” said. We started walking towards my room. I opened the door, the room was cleaned. We came to the room where there were one or two armchairs, “Wine?” I offered. “Well!” said. I went and prepared the wines. Then I gave him a glass, saying, “To our partnership!”we exchanged glasses, saying.
She was very attractive, Esma. And very nicely… He began to explain. He was originally Arab, but his family emigrated and came here, he worked for this company for 4 years, career plans, everything… so I started telling him. And then he said, “Well, if it’s not special, Esma, are you married?I said. “Unfortunately, it didn’t happen. I think I was cheated on, I was engaged, but I broke up …” he said. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have asked!I said. “And you, Mr. Mehmet? Are you married?” he asked. I said, ”Yes, I’m married…”. There was no need to lie. “You don’t have a wedding ring?” said. “I don’t use wedding rings, necklaces, any accessories at all!” i lied because I was a flirtatious man, what was my wedding ring for? But I almost ignored the big and flashy watch on my arm. “Yes, it can be seen from the watch on your arm!” he said and smiled. ”The necessity…” I said. “The wedding ring, too, isn’t it?” said. ”I’m uncomfortable with the ring, please don’t look for an artifice…” I said. We laughed again.
when she finished 2 glasses of wine, Esma said, ”Thank you very much for this beautiful night, I’ll get up…”. Actually, I would have liked her to stay, but, “Well, Esma, thank you!I said. On the way, he said, “Mehmet Bey, there is no program tomorrow, can we go to Paris if you want?” when he said, “That would be great, and I was wondering too!I said. I said goodbye to Esma, I immediately went into the shower. Then I went to bed too…
The next morning at 07:00 there was a knock on my door. “Mr. Mehmet?” a voice called. I was wearing only boxers. I immediately got up, “Esma Lady, one second!” I said, “I put my pants on. I put a black T-shirt on and opened the door. Esma was in the suit again. “Oh, I’m sorry, I actually called, but you didn’t pick up…” he said. It was only 07:00. “Let’s go down to breakfast, if you like!” said. “Esma Hanım, come in if you want, I’m ready in 5 minutes!I said. Esma went inside, the towel was still on the bed. He sat down in the living room. “Well, Esma Hanım, if you want, let’s be comfortable today, it’s a meeting anyway, there’s nothing, so you put on something comfortable!I said. Esma Hanım, “I don’t know?” said. “What’s going to happen, darling, just relax, please. We are traveling today!” when he said that, he got up, so I went into the room to get dressed again. we arranged to meet in the lobby in 15 minutes.
I got dressed, a shirt, casual pants, I was ready. We met Esma again in the lobby. Esma was very beautiful. One white body, a navy cardigan on top, jeans underneath. The fork of her breasts could be seen from her body. A black bra strap was visible from her strappy garment. We had breakfast, then we got up.
The Eiffel tower, many squares, cafes, etc. in short, we traveled everywhere that day. We had a snack for lunch, so that our trip wouldn’t be half over. It was a really beautiful city. I mean, it’s magical, it’s perfect. It was evening. “Let’s not eat at the hotel, let’s eat out!” when I said that, we went to a very nice restaurant. While we were having dinner there, we were continuing to drink wine. The conversation, the conversation, everything was very nice. I was clearly impressed with him. Both emotionally and sexually. At about 12:00, Esma said, “Can we go to a bar if you want?” when he said, “Esma Hanım, your conversation was very nice. Let’s go back to the hotel, can we continue in the room if you want?” he smiled when I said. “We were at your place last time, please come to my room this time!” said. I couldn’t be indifferent to your offer.