Paris Part I

Paris Part I Paris Part I

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A cool beginning to an erotic story of love and passion.

Summary

A cool beginning to an erotic story of love and passion.

Content

Submitted: June 12, 2015

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Submitted: June 12, 2015

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~~It's a perfect day in Paris. The leaves have begun to change color and there is a brisk bite of winter in the air.  I'm waiting for you at our new favorite spot.  I watch you as you walk towards me, hearing your heals click lightly against the cobblestone mosaic of the square. The fountain in the center of the square is still singing it's cascading refrain; a young couple are perched on the edge feeding the birds crumbs.

 I am sipping coffee from the Cafe' near the hotel that has become our morning ritual. You’re wearing a perfect outfit you thriftily picked from a sale rack on Ave des Champs-Elysées. Knee high tan leather boots, slacks tucked into the boots, with a cable knit white sweater poking out of the nearly tailored leather coat. A cashmere scarf is draped over your shoulders. You fit in so well with the local Parisians.  I am in my usual business attire, wearing the tie you picked out yesterday from Au Printemps. I didn't like it on the rack, but you were right, it does bring out my green eyes and the tightly woven silk is higher quality than I am used to.

An older woman and man are arm in arm and walking their dog, the dog is stately and walks as if the dog owns all of Paris.  As the couple crosses your path on the way to the park, she is dressed in black, whispers into her husband’s ear as he immediately averts his gaze from you.  Clearly, he got caught looking at your beautiful figure as your body lightly sways as you walk towards me.

We greet each other warmly as you sit on the cushioned wrought iron chair next to me and open a bag to reveal still warm croissants. I imagine they came from a nearby bakery, as we smelled bread baking from the door to the balcony we absentmindedly left slightly ajar last night.  You smile and say, "I know what you’re thinking, but it was you who left it open Leo."  Always the mind reader, I mock an expression of shock, but it is short lived as you know this routine too well to surrender your intelligence to it. 

I take your soft hands into mine, smile and say "Is there anywhere in the world better than Paris?  Is there any better feeling then this right now?" I hold you closely from behind, nuzzled into your neck, letting the coffee warm breath heat up the paper thin area between the top of the sweater and your hairline on your neck. You lean into me, as I gently wrap my arms around your waist, as we take in this perfect autumn day in Paris.  The rays of the sun have peaked over the distant horizon, framed by the Eifel tower in the center of our field of view.

"Aren't we lucky?" You ask...

"Siberia would be perfect if you were with me. Lucky just doesn't define it.

 


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