Chapter Five
It was nighttime when we landed, close to one a.m. I would have liked to see Paris from the sky, but it wasn't to be. Leaving the plane, we were ushered down a labyrinth of checkpoints and stations where we got our passports stamped. Then we traveled down even more hallways and thoroughfares before we were able to find our checked bags.
Charles de Gaulle was a massive place. The main terminal was circular and four stories high. The stairs between floors crisscrossed from various levels through the rotunda's center. Ms. Laura led the way.
After what seemed like an hour of walking, we found a tram that linked up with the Paris commuter rail. Ms. Laura sat down while I remained standing. We were all exhausted from traveling, and the train ride was quiet.
Emily rested her head on my chest while I stood supported by the overhead rail. The nighttime urban landscape rolled by, and I thought about my experience. How was I going to explain to them how I felt? I played out the conversation in my head and all the hurt feelings it might bring. I thought about what we did on the plane and how it would affect us.
I looked over at Ms. Laura. Tired and near napping on the bench seat, she looked like the old woman I knew her to be. I cared about her and owed her a lot, but I couldn't help but feel some resentment towards her at that moment. She had shown up unannounced and shattered the wholesome thing I had going for me.
I felt Emily's body press up tighter against me as she released a contented sigh. It was enough to make me melt. She was the center of my world and the love of my life. She wanted this, and it made her happy. I thought back to a few Christmases ago. I had a wonderful time with both of them.
I sighed. I was overreacting and just needed to relax. My relationship with Emily wasn't going to change because of Ms. Laura. We were going to have fun.
I forced myself into better spirits, and eventually, we stopped at our terminal. Leaving the train, the platform was mostly deserted and smelled of urine. A pack of teenagers jumping turnstiles and some homeless were the only human life we saw till we were above ground. The shops in the train station's atrium were all shuttered, and the cavernous space was deafly quiet.
"The hotel is across the street from the station," Ms. Laura said, her voice echoing, "It's right at the base of Montparnasse Tower. You can get a good view of the city from the top."
"We can do that tomorrow," Emily added lethargically.
Sure enough, exiting the station was the skyscraper. It sat apart from the others in Paris's skyline. The black, glass, and steel behemoth loomed over the sprawling low-lying building that made up Paris's iconic downtown streets. The little hotel we were staying at was kitty-corner from the station and was only a short walk.
Ms. Laura checked us in, and we navigated our way to the room. We exploded into it as soon as the door lock turned green. Carrying mine and Ms. Laura's main bags, I wheeled everything in and placed it in the corner. Emily dropped her suitcase opposite the bed, and Ms. Laura collapsed into the soft mattress.
I took in my surroundings. The room was small, at least by American standards. It had one bed, which I had already figured we'd share, but I was still annoyed. Finally, there was a small balcony overlooking the street, which Emily found her way out on.
I was digging out some toiletries when she returned with a tired but beaming smile.
"I can't believe we are here, Paris!" Emily squealed, "I've always wanted to go."
Her excitement was contagious, "I know me too, but I'm just glad to be off the airplane for now. I'm going to take a quick shower before going to sleep."
A quick glance at Ms. Laura found her lying motionless on the bed with her eyes closed.
"I'll take you up on that offer," Emily said in a hushed tone.
The two of us snuck away to the bathroom. It was small and only had one tiny window cracked open to the night air. We could smell and hear the street outside, but it was what we could see that lit our hearts on fire.
In the distance beyond the maze of streets and low buildings, lit up by a halo of golden light, was the Eiffel Tower. Still, ten or twelve blocks away, it was right in front of us. We could see it with our own two eyes, and it was beautiful.
Looking at it, it finally hit me, we were in Paris. I knew we were, but it hadn't truly felt like it until I saw those lights. The magic of being in the setting
My attention was instantly stolen when Emily pulled her sundress up and over her head. In one smooth motion, she was naked. Smooth and flawless, her toned body stood in front of me like a marble statue. Only the heaving of her ample chest suggested such a creature could be more than just a piece of masterwork art.
She smiled, pleased with the power she wielded over me. She then brushed past me to turn on the water. Even just feeling the aura of heat her body produced and the sweet scent of the air that blew from her skin brought me to attention.
The water running. Emily felt it for temperature, then flicked some on my face, "Are you going to shower with your clothes on?"
I roused myself from my stupor and ripped off my outfit. Not taking her challenge lying down, I pushed her into the water as soon as I was rid of my underwear. Cold water and cold tile, she squealed, only for me to silence her with my lips.
Like everything in the shower, she quickly warmed to my advance. Her body pressed against mine. I grabbed at every inch I could as she clawed at my back. Our corporeal bodies were prisons to our souls, which only yearned to be joined.
As I pressed into her flesh and my cock was forced to the side, sandwiched between us. I felt her petite fingers wrap around it. With an exhalation, she sunk to her knees, dragging her full breasts down the length of my body.
