Chapter 1 -- A Soapy Frustration
Kara stood in the shower of her hotel room in Paris masturbating. It had been a trying few weeks for the 23 year old and my God did she need it.
Just a few months earlier she had finally graduated with a B.S. in Marine Biology. To celebrate her parents had invited her and her boyfriend Keith to come along with them on her father's dream European vacation, six countries in six weeks. He was so excited. Her mom was excited. She was excited. Keith wasn't though. And three weeks ago he broke up with her saying he wanted to head out to California and she wasn't quite the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. It crushed her. With Europe however she had hoped that being so far away from home she could come to terms with it and move on. She had loved Keith and really thought he loved her. Unfortunately for her the refuge she sought became nothing more then a trap.
Everywhere she went there were kissing couples, especially her parents. Damn, she missed Keith every bit as much as she was pissed at him. She especially missed the way he made love to her. It wasn't fucking, it was making love. She felt so grown-up in his bed and the orgasms she had just absolutely blew away every one she had had before she met him. If only she could capture that one part maybe things would go easier so she turned towards her hand and her vibrator. Neither was very satisfying though.
So there she stood, hot water pouring down her taut just slightly tan skin, lightly toasted her father called it. Her hand massaging her pussy in an almost frantic manner.
THUMP THUMP THUMP. "Kara!" He eyes flew open in frustration, it was her mother. "What's taking so long? We have to go."
"I'll be right there" Kara called out and then muttered curse words to herself. The feeling was gone and she didn't feel like trying to get it back again. The few times she'd came since Keith left her weren't very satisfying anyway. She turned the water off heaved a huge sigh and stepped out of the shower to dry off and make herself up.
As she did so she looked at herself in the mirror. Her sad green eyes partially covered by her long brown hair heavy with water. She did have a real nice body Kara admitted to herself. Mostly from tennis. It was her mother's passion and she'd started Kara playing at age 8. It wasn't really her thing but she loved what it did to her body. Her long slender arms and legs hid strong muscles under the skin. Her stomach was the envy of every girl in her dorm. And her breasts were firm and nicely rounded. She gave the B-cups a little squeeze before putting her bra on.
With her hair dried and brushed, her clothes coordinated and her make-up on Kara gave one last look at herself in the mirror. She gave herself the raspberry and stepped out into the warm Parisian morning.
Chapter 2 -- Girl Talk
Deborah stood outside of Kara's room tapping her feet. Deb looked like a slightly older, 20 years older in truth, version of her daughter only her hair was blond, fake, and her breasts were slightly larger, real. As her daughter emerged she started in "Well it's about time, breakfast is almost over. Hurry down there and get yourself something to eat or you're going to be a real pill all day."
Kara rolled her eyes. "Alright, I'm going. Geez!" As she moved on down the hallway to the stairs her mother followed close behind. 'Honestly' she thought to herself, 'Why can't that girl just move on already? Maybe a nice French boy can take her mind off things' she mused as a fine specimen walked past carrying the luggage of what appeared to be a pasty white Canadian couple judging by all the flags on their bags. 'I'll have to talk with Kara about it' she schemed in her mind devising all sorts of plans for her daughter that evening.
Breakfast was almost over and Kara barely got out of there with the coffee before her father rushed the three of them out the door and off to see the sights. All day long Daniel swept them along in his excitement of being where he was. Following him were Kara who moped and Deborah who schemed.
It was later that afternoon when Deb suggested Dan look at such-and-such alone as her feet were hurting and there was such a nice looking café over there. "Kara, will you sit with me?"
Daniel looked at his daughter. "Alright, you two can sit but you don't know what you're missing. I'll be back in ..." he looked at his watch. "Let's make it 5 o'clock, OK?"
"Alright dad, have fun" and Kara plopped herself down beside her mom. And the two of them watched Dan lope off. He was a head taller then both of them, slender and streamlined as only a jogger can be. Neither of the two women understood jogging, to run for hours just to get back where you started. At least with tennis you had a specific goal in mind. Either way his 45 year old body was fit and firm and could move quickly. Off he went darting around a building leaving the two of them alone.
They ordered some coffee and something to nibble on before Deborah put her hand on Kara's arm and said "Alright, out with it. You're just getting grumpier and grumpier ever since we left home. I thought you said this was your chance to unwind and forget about whats-his-name."
"I did but it's not that easy" Kara pleaded. "It started in London. Every where we went there were people holding hands, laying in the park kissing. I want to forget him but everybody else in the world seems to be so happy and in love it just makes me miss him more. Especially you and Dad, it just so hard." She sobbed out the last few words in frustration and confusion.
Deb scooted her chair over by Kara and put her arm over her shoulder. "Alright now, don't cry."
"I'm not crying!"
"Well whatever, look where we are. Why don't you run off right now and find a neat club. Dance a bit, drink a bit and maybe find a nice French boy you can go home with." She handed her daughter a small pile of bills "Here's some money, just get back to the hotel by morning. I'll make some excuse for your father. After all, you're grown up and can do whatever you want." Deb said sweeping her hand wide. "It's Paris!"
Kara pushed the money back at her mother. "That's not it mom. I don't want just some random guy."
"But he wont be random Kara, you pick him out. He can be tall, dark and handsome if you like. Ooh, look at that guy over there. Look at those hands. I can just imagine the things he can ..."
"Mom! I don't want that."