Brief Encounters

Kelly whimpered, blushing to the roots of her hair. The voices were silent now and she pictured the group behind her, staring wide-eyed at her rosy red cheeks. But the stunned silence was temporary. Moments later she heard the enthusiastic clicking of camera phones and accompanying giggles. She had never known shame could be so exquisite and she couldn’t help squirming as Jake patted her bottom for their audience. She was almost disappointed when he finally smoothed her skirt down and let her stand up.

‘May I have my knickers back, please, sir?’ she asked meekly.

He held them up and pretended to consider for a moment before shaking his head with a smile. He tied them to the mesh where they fluttered like a little scarlet flag. ‘I don’t think you’ll be needing them again.’

Kelly blushed and lowered her head, her sex already pulsing again at the thought of going bare beneath her flimsy dress for the rest of the day.

Once they were outside again she cast a final look up at the bell tower. Something caught her eye and she watched as a tiny flash of red detached itself from the gallery and drifted away like a bird into the Paris sky.