Lance sat at the little all night cafe drinking his espresso and looking around at the many lights that lit up Paris. Paris, the city of love, he had heard it called many times. He chuckled to himself. Maybe for others but not for him. After 20 years of marriage, his wife informed him that she had fallen for a younger man and was moving in with him.
The day Lance got the divorce papers; he had packed a bag and left the country. He didn't know for sure where he was going when he got to the airport. He just picked a country and bought a ticket. That had been 2 months ago. Two months of lonely nights in the small one bedroom apartment he had rented shortly after arriving.
His parents had been one of the richest families in the small Oregon town where he grew up. Even now at 45, he had never worked a day in his life. He thought about trying to find a part time job, you know just to keep him busy. He did have a degree in business from Oregon State that he had never used.
As he contemplated what to do with his life, he saw two young girls sit down at a table not far from him. They couldn't have been more then 18 or 19. One was slender with fire engine red hair hanging down her back while the other one was full figured with chestnut brown hair and amber eyes. It was this girl that Lance focused on. He couldn't put his finger on it but he was sure he knew her from somewhere.
When she laughed and smiled at something her companion said; it hit Lance just who she was. Her name was Sheila Lawson and her and her family had been Lance's next door neighbors for years. He had practically watched Sheila grow up as well as her two older brothers.
Picking up his coffee, he walked over to where the two girls sat. "Sheila is that you?" He asked sitting down in a chair at the table.
Sheila turned her amber eyes on him. She scrutinized him for a minute then her eyes lit up and her full lips tilted up in a smile. "Lance? Lance Walker? Oh my god, it's been ages." She threw herself into his arms giving him a big hug.
Lance suppressed a moan as he felt her tits press against his chest. He felt his cock start to rise so he hugged her back quickly then pushed her away from him. "Damn girl, you really grew up." He said with a smile as he let his eyes drift over her body.
When she was young, Sheila had been a typical little butter ball. Now though she had a definite woman's hourglass figure, her stomach was still a bit pudgy but it definitely didn't take away from her looks.
"You got old." Sheila said with a laugh as she let her eyes drift over him. Lance was 6'2" and around 175lbs of pure muscle, his once jet black hair was showered with strands of gray; his green eyes sparkled in amusement. "What are you doing here?" She asked picking up her own coffee.
Lance shrugged, "Mary left me for another man so I moved to Paris."
Sheila looked at him sympathetically. "I'm sorry."
Again Lance shrugged. "So what are you doing here?"
Sheila smiled, "graduation present. For doing so well in school, mom and dad sent me to Paris for the summer." She smiled at the girl with her. "This is Theresa, she tagged along."
Theresa smiled softly then went back to her coffee. "I think I'm gonna go back to the hotel." Theresa said suddenly seeing the looks that Sheila and Lance were giving each other. "You got your key?"
Sheila had been eyeing Lance's crotch and jumped when her friend talked to her. "Um, yea, I'll be there later."
Theresa nodded, told Lance it was nice to meet him then left quickly. As soon as they were alone, Sheila smiled. "So, got a girlfriend?" She asked nonchalantly.
Lance shook his head. "Nope, haven't been with anyone since Mary left."
"That's a shame," Sheila said smiling wickedly as she ran her finger up his arm. "A good looking man like you shouldn't have to spend your nights alone."
Lance saw the heat in her eyes and felt his cock harden even more in his jeans. "You shouldn't play with fire Sheila," he said huskily taking her hand off his arm and holding it in his own. "You might get burned."
Sheila giggled and leaned forward so her breasts pressed tightly against his arm. "I love getting burned. "She said hotly against his ear. "Especially when there is a cock and my pussy involved." She licked his ear and Lance groaned.
He pushed her away from him and looking into her desire glazed eyes. "How old are you now?"
"19. I turned 19 last month."
He nodded. "You a virgin?"
She shook her head no. "Nope, lost that shortly after I turned 18."
Lance grinned as he pulled her towards him. "Let's go."