Ms Laura Pt 03 Ch 05

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.

The warm water continued to pour down over us. I shielded her face with my back as she drank in my organ. Her deep blue eyes were locked on mine as it disappeared into her mouth. She was good and knew how I liked it. She massaged every inch while not taking her eyes off mine. I could see the joy she got from doing it written on her face. I could feel it, too. She explored every inch of it with a curious tongue. She teased me, working me slowly because she wanted to enjoy it, not because she wanted me to finish.

I stroked her hair but felt weak in my knees. I backed up and fell against the wall of the shower. It was cold and wet, but my mind was elsewhere. Emily held on to me tight, moving her head up and down my shaft. Water streaked down her face, and her eyes were closed now in concentration.

My toes curled, and I knew I needed to change position. I pulled back from her, and Emily instinctively stood. I met her halfway with a long, deep kiss before turning her around. Her breast filled each of my hands as I pinched her silver nipple rings between my fingers. She then arched her back, begging for me to enter her. I kissed her neck and obliged.

The warm water washed away her natural lubrication and made the insertion difficult. She huffed with pain as my slow pressure pushed it in deeper. This woman would suffer for me, and I loved her for it.

Once I was in deep and I felt the wet skin of her firm ass against me, I held myself there. Closing my eyes, I committed the sensation to memory and savored the feeling. Emily arched her back again and turned. She met me for another kiss. I squeezed her breast tightly and then began to thrust.

She was tight and still without lubrication, making it slow and almost painful. With time and motion, she eventually loosened up. She felt like a dream.

Her soft moaning drove me on as I pumped. Between my fixation on her and the sound of the running water, I didn't hear the door. It was a flash of color that finally made me turn my head.

Ms. Laura's robe fell to the floor as she stepped towards us. Without a word or even acknowledging our presence, she opened the shower curtain and felt the water. Interrupted in a moment of passion, I froze, unsure what to say or think. Satisfied with the temperature, Ms. Laura stepped in and began to rinse off.

With me still inside her, Emily smiled, "We thought you were out cold, Ms. Laura."

"I was almost," she said, producing a bottle of soap, "I'm a little disappointed you two would have let me go to bed in that state. But I guess I should have figured you'd be up to this instead."

My cock still in Emily's warm pocket, I wasn't sure what to say. My mind was a total fog. I was angry because she barged in on us, but my carnal feelings had me focused on her breasts. Ms. Laura was almost sixty, but her body was in remarkable shape. Her breasts hung lower than Emily's but did so gracefully. They bounced as she lathered up with soap. All I could do was stare.

Ms. Laura saw me, "Don't mind me, boy! Finish what you were doing."

I snapped out of my trance and looked back at Emily. She looked back up at me with a wide grin.

"Yeah, boy! You heard our mistress. Finish what you were doing," she said in a playfully mocking tone.

My brain was flooding with too many hormones to think. I started my tempo up again. I found an aggressive pace in my cloudy frustration. Soon, Emily began to moan and whimper. Ms. Laura rubbed her hands down my back and then punctuated it with a wet slap on my ass. I ignored it and kept plunging in and out of my fiancée.

I felt myself getting close as my muscles began to tire. Pushing through the burn, I felt myself about to climax. I slowed, taking long, deep strokes before I pushed myself over the edge.

Ms. Laura suddenly embraced me from behind, one hand feeling my chest and the other running across Emily's reddening ass. Passed the point of no return and began to orgasm with her naked body against my bare back. There was a rush in my ears as the endorphins surged from my release.

"Good boy," Ms. Laura whispered in my ear.

As I came down, the physical exertion plus the long day hit me all at once. I wanted to collapse, but there was hardly room to stand in the overcrowded shower. Emily was just as tired. She was slow to slide off me, waiting till I was almost flaccid. She was even slower to stand up.

Emily faced me with a sleepy expression and then kissed me deeply. We embraced in the shower, letting the water cool our warm bodies.

Ms. Laura was still rubbing up on me, and her hands wandered down to my loins. I felt her finger brush my soft cock.

"Looks like I'll have to wait till morning," she said playfully, "Next time, you should ask for permission."

"Yes, ma'am. We're sorry," Emily replied for the both of us.

Coming down from the orgasm, I felt my discomfort with the situation returning. I remained quiet, processing everything that was happening to me.

Ms. Laura gently pulled Emily away and kissed her on the lips. I watched as she first pecked them and kissed her deeply. They were both gorgeous, dripping wet, and yet I felt jealousy rising. What was happening? Was I too late now to say something?

I left the shower first, just needing to escape the confined space. We had already crossed a line on the plane. The sanctity of our relationship was balled up in some airport garbage can. Still, there had to be something to salvage.

I thought back to Emily on the plane, contentedly sleeping after letting her almost-husband get jerked off by another woman. Was I the only one bothered by that, or did she really not care.

My thoughts were interrupted by a soft hand on my now shrunken member. Emily grabbed me and dragged me, still toweling off, into the bedroom. It was three o'clock in the morning, local time, and I was severely jet-lagged.

Nothing made sense, but the touch felt good. Emily's smooth, naked body pressed against mine, and my brain fogged over with carnal desire. I couldn't say no. We fell into bed together, a mass of tangled limbs. Her chest rose and fell on mine, synchronizing our in and exhaling. She tired, and her breaths slowed, and so did mine.