This is my entry for the
750 Word Project 2022
. It's also a sequel to my story, "Two Americans in Paris." If you like this, you'll probably love that!
As Marie walked home through the late-winter Paris evening, she was deliciously immune to the gloom. Pete had seen to that in the morning, and she'd spent the day glad she'd worn tights under her skirt for more reasons than just the weather.
The hick and the bush queen, Marie had inadvertently dubbed them on the night their wonderful adventure had started. It had taken a year, but Pete had come up with a better moniker. "Another great day for the MBA and the tights-queen," he'd quipped that morning as she'd been prancing around their bedroom in her tights and panties, deciding what to wear over them.
"Tights-queen?" Marie had snickered. "Adorable! That's why I get up first!"
Of course, the real reason why Marie got up first was that Pete was almost always up much later at night, studying, while she often had early meetings with clients. But his adoring look and the cute name and his fleeting caresses had stayed on her mind all day. Every visit to the ladies' room had found her wet as a leaky faucet, her full, wild bush a veritable rain forest caged in her beloved tights. Now as she swished her legs in the elevator, that pleasant tickle grew more intense by the second.
In their flat, the bedside lamp cast a warm glow throughout the room against the rainy dark outside. Pete was fast asleep. Marie was disappointed, but she could wait no longer. She drew the curtains and stood beside the bed. She unzipped her skirt and, while it floated to the floor, she pulled her sweater and blouse off.
