Paris Race
FRANCE | Monday, 25 May 2015 | Views [112] | Scholarship Entry
"So you never placed a bet" I asked her. "No" she said "So let's forget about getting on top of the Eiffel Tour and let's go to Auteuil and put our money on a horse". "Ok" and she looked at me with thoese blue eyes like they were begging for adventure.
Here I was with my old high-school crush in Paris Underground heading to Auteuil to gamble. We met by acciedent. I didn't even knew she was studing Law. She was taking a coffe on Pantheon Avenue and she saw me. She offered me to be my guide. The visit in Paris became more pleasurable with such beautiful company.
"It is your last day in Paris and you don't want to visit Tour Eiffel. What you are going to tell your friends at home?" she looked really concerned about me. " I will tell them that I won 500 EUR at races and I drank the best french champagne with a wonderful girl", "We' ll see about the champagne" she giggled.
We got out at Porte the Saint Cloud. There was the PSG stadium. I didn't even had clue that it was here. "Waw! This is the PSG stadium" I was so excited to see it. "Well, I know you like Football so ... I hope you won't mind we made a detour " "You are a very good guide" I smiled yo her. "Anyway I don't know if they are any races today" "No, it's imposible. We must hurry! Which way is the hippordome?" She pointed upward and I grabbed her and dragged her.
It was a big buzz there. People were shouting in the stands and bustling at the cash desk with their hopes sparkling in their eyes. We bet 21 Eur on a 20/1 odd. Some french guy who was behid laught, but our horse won. I looked around to wave the money in front of that arrogant frenchman, but I could find him.
We took a taxi to Pigale to party parisian style. Beers, shots and than beers again. I had money for it know. "Voulez vous couche avec ce soir" I told to her. I was drunk and I expected a slap, but instad I recied a kiss. I guess it was one of thoese days when everthing goes well.
Her angelic face was the first think I saw the next morning. After a few seconds I reminded were I was. I got out of bed and went to the balcony to enjoy the view. Some old guy yelled at me in french. I guess it is not a good idea to expose your penis in the center of Paris.
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