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As the sun peaked through the darkening shades of the bedroom, Samantha started to stir.
She had had the most wonderful dream! She’d dreamed of David, and that hadn’t happened in years. Oh, he was always there, ever-present in her brain, like a Greek god on a pedestal that nobody could touch. But he had been so long ago for her, and she wondered why, after all this time, that he had come back into her dreams so strongly.
As she emerged from the fog of sleep, it didn’t take long for the memories of the previous day to come flooding back to her as she turned to look at David sleeping so peacefully next to her, his blond curls a tussled mess around his face, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that told her he was still soundly asleep. Oh my goodness she thought, it wasn’t a dream at all. She was here, in Paris, with David! She slid quietly out of bed and after locating a robe hanging in the closet, headed to the bathroom to wash her face and take care of a few other personal things, returning quickly to the room where she found that he was still breathing deeply.
Samantha walked out to the living room in search of a coffee maker but, finding none, decided to call down to room service. While on the phone she glanced toward the baby grand as a flood of memories of the night before came rushing back to her at full speed. There on the floor was her dress, her shoes and David’s clothes, all tangled together in such a way that she started to feel wet just thinking about their night together. Samantha was lost in her thoughts until she heard a light tap on the door and the beckoning of “room service”. After receiving the items, she knew exactly what she should do.
Feeling more than a little randy, Sam entered the bedroom once again and crawled back into bed, reaching below the covers to find David’s morning erection. She began stroking him. Softly at first, she slid her hand up and down his shaft causing him to twitch a little, but still not waking him fully. She kissed his lips gently and watched as he licked his lips in response, a smile invading whatever dream he was having.
She continued stroking him, increasing the speed and pressure with which her hand moved. She kissed the Joker and his abdomen then, just before dipping her head farther down, below the sheets, to take him into her mouth. She started at the tip, licking and sucking slowly up and down his stiff cock before relaxing her throat and taking his entire length, one inch at a time, into her mouth. Up and down she moved, using her lips and tongue to say good morning to him properly.
David was dreaming. The beautiful woman was giving him the blow job to end all blow jobs and he was smiling and relaxed in ways he hadn’t felt in more years then he cared to imagine. April had never enjoyed this kind of intimacy and so it wasn’t something he was accustomed to. This particular dream was so vivid! He moaned as his body reacted to her movements, not quite sure then if he was awake or asleep but knowing that either way he didn’t want to miss a thing. He groaned and stretched, bucking his hips to gently encourage her movements.
Suddenly, his eyes shot open!
This was NOT a dream. It was Samantha and she was quite intent on the task at hand. She noticed that he was now awake, taking a break from having her mouth full of him.
“Well good morning, you. Sleep well?” she said with an evil grin as she headed back down where she wanted to be.
“Oh no, no no no you don’t. Get back up here, woman,” he said with an evil glint in his still sleepy eyes. “I want in on this party, not just to be a spectator.” He coaxed her up so that they were face to face, kissing her deeply, his tongue feeling as if he could touch the back of her throat, tasting himself on her breath.
Suddenly wide awake, he turned the tables on her, flipping her quickly over so that she was lying on her back and straddling her waist so that she couldn’t move. He reached down to run his fingers through her soft fold, flicking her clit as he went and smiling at how wet she already was and at her gasp of pleasure.
Reaching for a condom, David sheathed himself and entered her fully in what seemed like one fluid motion. He moved quickly and with much more force than the night before, this morning sex was the fast, hot and heavy kind. David pulled himself almost all the way out of her, causing her eyes to go wide and her breath to catch, pleading for more without uttering a word. He complied with her unspoken request by slamming back into her and repeating this motion over and over until she began to lose all track of time and place. She lifted her hips off the bed, matching his movement stroke for stroke until she couldn’t hold on any longer.
Seeing that she was close to the edge, David encouraged her.
“Sammy, open your eyes. I want to watch you explode into a million pieces,” he said in a low, guttural voice from the back of his throat. She complied with his request, locking gazes with him as his thrusts increased in urgency.
“David!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she screamed as she headed over the edge, never breaking the lock his eyes had on her.
He slowed his movements slightly to allow her to regain a monochrome of sanity, giving her a moment to her to catch her breath before resuming the pace from before. This time he was going to go with her over the edge. He grabbed her hands, lifting them above her head and holding on as if his very life depended on it. Moments later she was screaming again and so was he as they both spilled over the edge and into oblivion.
“A man could get used to waking up like this,” David whispered in her ear jokingly as they both came back to reality.
She just smiled. Inside, she couldn’t have agreed more, hoping that she would get the chance to wake up with him again tomorrow.
“What would you like to do today?” he said to her then, hoping that she was willing to include her in whatever plans she had.
She thought about her previous “pre-David” plans, hoping he would be interested in what she was thinking.
“I was thinking of going to The Louvre” she said. “Interested?”
He nodded. He had already planned to spend some time walking the halls of that magnificent museum.
“But let’s get some breakfast first,” he said. “Suddenly, I’m starving!”
“Done. It’s waiting in the other room. Come on, there’s coffee too” she said with a wink and a flick of her head. “We can sit for a few minutes and plan out our day”.
…………………………
David stood in the steaming shower, letting the water relax his body as his mind continued to race a mile a minute. How could he have gotten so lucky, running into his precious Sammy after all these years? They had only been together that one summer, but David had never forgotten her. Oh, there had been countless women over the years, especially when the band was on the road. Then he had met and married April and thought for awhile that he had found the same kind of happiness that he had had with Samantha. Of course, April had broken his heart when she announced that she wanted a divorce and a sense of hopelessness had invaded David’s psyche. It was that feeling that brought him to Paris in the first place. And Paris had brought him back into the arms of his first love. He smiled.
Now that I’ve found her again, I cannot let her go.
He hadn’t even wanted to let her go long enough to return to her room to get cleaned up and changed. He’d finally had to relent because obviously she hadn’t had any other clothes in his room, but he vowed to himself that that would change before the day was through. He had no intention of sleeping alone as long as they were here together. Now all he had to do was convince her.
Exiting the shower, David dressed in a pair of dark denim jeans and a beige t-shirt with some sort of non-descript pattern. Making sure he had everything he needed for the day, he headed down to the lobby to meet up with Sam.
Hailing a taxi, David and Samantha headed toward the Louvre, unquestionably the most famous museum in the entire world. Even with their early morning activities, they had still managed to leave the hotel early and were grateful to find that the line to get into the IM Pei pyramid was not as bad as either had read it could be.
After purchasing tickets to see the permanent exhibits, they headed toward the Mona Lisa, following the map they had been given through the 14th-15th century wing. It was really easy to get distracted as they walked, between David cracking jokes about what he “saw” in the painting and then alternately pulling her to him and giving her a quick kiss or inhaling the scent of her hair as they walked hand in hand.
Next they headed toward the statue of Aphrodite, David once again choosing to crack a smart-assed comment. “I don’t think we need to see the Goddess of Love, we did just fine on our own last night” he whispered in her ear from behind her while they stood near the famous statue. “Besides, she has no arms, what fun would that be if I didn’t have them to hold down over your head”. Samantha turned seven different shade of red then, turning and swatting at him over her shoulder.
They continued exploring the museum, taking in the Egyptian antiquities and the 18th century artwork that reminding David a lot of being at Jon’s estate.
After several hours of walking around, the couple decided they had had enough museum for one day and both longed to get outside into the gorgeous weather. After a quick stop in the gift shop to buy a souvenir, they decided to head out and find some lunch.
Nearby they found the Café le Nemours and, choosing a table outside, David and Sam had a leisurely meal of baked eggs with a side of arugula salad and warm baguettes with butter & raspberry jam. Both were still somewhat lost in the mysticism surrounding the circumstances that brought them together but both were equally happy to be there together. They touched each other always, whether it was by holding hands or playing “footsie” under the table. It seemed that neither could get enough of each other.
David broke the silence first by telling an old joke he had heard a long time ago.
“Do you know why, in Paris, they only eat one egg at a time?”
Sam gave him a very odd look, knowing David’s penchance for bad jokes, and just waited for the inevitable.
“Because in France, one egg is an oeuf!” he said, hitting the table in such a way that would make Tico cringe.
Samantha just shook her head and groaned.
He was still the joker that he had always been. She smiled inside; it was part of what had made her love him the first time around.
With the mood light, their appetites sated and the general air of bliss surrounding them both, David knew it was time to talk to Sam about his earlier thoughts.
“Sammy” he started, taking her hand once again and looking into her eyes. “I know that we just “found” each other again, and that things happened pretty quickly between us last night. But I don’t want to be away from you anymore. I want us to spend the rest of our vacations together, how would you feel about that?”
Samantha’s stomach felt as if the cast of Cirque du Soliel was rehearsing inside of her. She felt the exact same way but hadn’t wanted to presume anything and had therefore been hoping that David would broach the subject first.
“David, I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of my…” she thought for a moment, wishing she could say life, a sly smile appearing on her face, “…vacation with you. Yes, I believe that would be perfect.”
“Then you’ll move your things into my room?” he added tentatively. “I mean, it seems silly to me to have two rooms if we intend on being together the whole time” he said, raising his eyebrows to give her a hopeful look”.
Samantha thought about this for just a quick moment. She knew he was right and was thrilled he had asked.
“Let me call them now and tell them I’ll be checking out of my room tonight.”
She had had the most wonderful dream! She’d dreamed of David, and that hadn’t happened in years. Oh, he was always there, ever-present in her brain, like a Greek god on a pedestal that nobody could touch. But he had been so long ago for her, and she wondered why, after all this time, that he had come back into her dreams so strongly.
As she emerged from the fog of sleep, it didn’t take long for the memories of the previous day to come flooding back to her as she turned to look at David sleeping so peacefully next to her, his blond curls a tussled mess around his face, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that told her he was still soundly asleep. Oh my goodness she thought, it wasn’t a dream at all. She was here, in Paris, with David! She slid quietly out of bed and after locating a robe hanging in the closet, headed to the bathroom to wash her face and take care of a few other personal things, returning quickly to the room where she found that he was still breathing deeply.
Samantha walked out to the living room in search of a coffee maker but, finding none, decided to call down to room service. While on the phone she glanced toward the baby grand as a flood of memories of the night before came rushing back to her at full speed. There on the floor was her dress, her shoes and David’s clothes, all tangled together in such a way that she started to feel wet just thinking about their night together. Samantha was lost in her thoughts until she heard a light tap on the door and the beckoning of “room service”. After receiving the items, she knew exactly what she should do.
Feeling more than a little randy, Sam entered the bedroom once again and crawled back into bed, reaching below the covers to find David’s morning erection. She began stroking him. Softly at first, she slid her hand up and down his shaft causing him to twitch a little, but still not waking him fully. She kissed his lips gently and watched as he licked his lips in response, a smile invading whatever dream he was having.
She continued stroking him, increasing the speed and pressure with which her hand moved. She kissed the Joker and his abdomen then, just before dipping her head farther down, below the sheets, to take him into her mouth. She started at the tip, licking and sucking slowly up and down his stiff cock before relaxing her throat and taking his entire length, one inch at a time, into her mouth. Up and down she moved, using her lips and tongue to say good morning to him properly.
David was dreaming. The beautiful woman was giving him the blow job to end all blow jobs and he was smiling and relaxed in ways he hadn’t felt in more years then he cared to imagine. April had never enjoyed this kind of intimacy and so it wasn’t something he was accustomed to. This particular dream was so vivid! He moaned as his body reacted to her movements, not quite sure then if he was awake or asleep but knowing that either way he didn’t want to miss a thing. He groaned and stretched, bucking his hips to gently encourage her movements.
Suddenly, his eyes shot open!
This was NOT a dream. It was Samantha and she was quite intent on the task at hand. She noticed that he was now awake, taking a break from having her mouth full of him.
“Well good morning, you. Sleep well?” she said with an evil grin as she headed back down where she wanted to be.
“Oh no, no no no you don’t. Get back up here, woman,” he said with an evil glint in his still sleepy eyes. “I want in on this party, not just to be a spectator.” He coaxed her up so that they were face to face, kissing her deeply, his tongue feeling as if he could touch the back of her throat, tasting himself on her breath.
Suddenly wide awake, he turned the tables on her, flipping her quickly over so that she was lying on her back and straddling her waist so that she couldn’t move. He reached down to run his fingers through her soft fold, flicking her clit as he went and smiling at how wet she already was and at her gasp of pleasure.
Reaching for a condom, David sheathed himself and entered her fully in what seemed like one fluid motion. He moved quickly and with much more force than the night before, this morning sex was the fast, hot and heavy kind. David pulled himself almost all the way out of her, causing her eyes to go wide and her breath to catch, pleading for more without uttering a word. He complied with her unspoken request by slamming back into her and repeating this motion over and over until she began to lose all track of time and place. She lifted her hips off the bed, matching his movement stroke for stroke until she couldn’t hold on any longer.
Seeing that she was close to the edge, David encouraged her.
“Sammy, open your eyes. I want to watch you explode into a million pieces,” he said in a low, guttural voice from the back of his throat. She complied with his request, locking gazes with him as his thrusts increased in urgency.
“David!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she screamed as she headed over the edge, never breaking the lock his eyes had on her.
He slowed his movements slightly to allow her to regain a monochrome of sanity, giving her a moment to her to catch her breath before resuming the pace from before. This time he was going to go with her over the edge. He grabbed her hands, lifting them above her head and holding on as if his very life depended on it. Moments later she was screaming again and so was he as they both spilled over the edge and into oblivion.
“A man could get used to waking up like this,” David whispered in her ear jokingly as they both came back to reality.
She just smiled. Inside, she couldn’t have agreed more, hoping that she would get the chance to wake up with him again tomorrow.
“What would you like to do today?” he said to her then, hoping that she was willing to include her in whatever plans she had.
She thought about her previous “pre-David” plans, hoping he would be interested in what she was thinking.
“I was thinking of going to The Louvre” she said. “Interested?”
He nodded. He had already planned to spend some time walking the halls of that magnificent museum.
“But let’s get some breakfast first,” he said. “Suddenly, I’m starving!”
“Done. It’s waiting in the other room. Come on, there’s coffee too” she said with a wink and a flick of her head. “We can sit for a few minutes and plan out our day”.
…………………………
David stood in the steaming shower, letting the water relax his body as his mind continued to race a mile a minute. How could he have gotten so lucky, running into his precious Sammy after all these years? They had only been together that one summer, but David had never forgotten her. Oh, there had been countless women over the years, especially when the band was on the road. Then he had met and married April and thought for awhile that he had found the same kind of happiness that he had had with Samantha. Of course, April had broken his heart when she announced that she wanted a divorce and a sense of hopelessness had invaded David’s psyche. It was that feeling that brought him to Paris in the first place. And Paris had brought him back into the arms of his first love. He smiled.
Now that I’ve found her again, I cannot let her go.
He hadn’t even wanted to let her go long enough to return to her room to get cleaned up and changed. He’d finally had to relent because obviously she hadn’t had any other clothes in his room, but he vowed to himself that that would change before the day was through. He had no intention of sleeping alone as long as they were here together. Now all he had to do was convince her.
Exiting the shower, David dressed in a pair of dark denim jeans and a beige t-shirt with some sort of non-descript pattern. Making sure he had everything he needed for the day, he headed down to the lobby to meet up with Sam.
Hailing a taxi, David and Samantha headed toward the Louvre, unquestionably the most famous museum in the entire world. Even with their early morning activities, they had still managed to leave the hotel early and were grateful to find that the line to get into the IM Pei pyramid was not as bad as either had read it could be.
After purchasing tickets to see the permanent exhibits, they headed toward the Mona Lisa, following the map they had been given through the 14th-15th century wing. It was really easy to get distracted as they walked, between David cracking jokes about what he “saw” in the painting and then alternately pulling her to him and giving her a quick kiss or inhaling the scent of her hair as they walked hand in hand.
Next they headed toward the statue of Aphrodite, David once again choosing to crack a smart-assed comment. “I don’t think we need to see the Goddess of Love, we did just fine on our own last night” he whispered in her ear from behind her while they stood near the famous statue. “Besides, she has no arms, what fun would that be if I didn’t have them to hold down over your head”. Samantha turned seven different shade of red then, turning and swatting at him over her shoulder.
They continued exploring the museum, taking in the Egyptian antiquities and the 18th century artwork that reminding David a lot of being at Jon’s estate.
After several hours of walking around, the couple decided they had had enough museum for one day and both longed to get outside into the gorgeous weather. After a quick stop in the gift shop to buy a souvenir, they decided to head out and find some lunch.
Nearby they found the Café le Nemours and, choosing a table outside, David and Sam had a leisurely meal of baked eggs with a side of arugula salad and warm baguettes with butter & raspberry jam. Both were still somewhat lost in the mysticism surrounding the circumstances that brought them together but both were equally happy to be there together. They touched each other always, whether it was by holding hands or playing “footsie” under the table. It seemed that neither could get enough of each other.
David broke the silence first by telling an old joke he had heard a long time ago.
“Do you know why, in Paris, they only eat one egg at a time?”
Sam gave him a very odd look, knowing David’s penchance for bad jokes, and just waited for the inevitable.
“Because in France, one egg is an oeuf!” he said, hitting the table in such a way that would make Tico cringe.
Samantha just shook her head and groaned.
He was still the joker that he had always been. She smiled inside; it was part of what had made her love him the first time around.
With the mood light, their appetites sated and the general air of bliss surrounding them both, David knew it was time to talk to Sam about his earlier thoughts.
“Sammy” he started, taking her hand once again and looking into her eyes. “I know that we just “found” each other again, and that things happened pretty quickly between us last night. But I don’t want to be away from you anymore. I want us to spend the rest of our vacations together, how would you feel about that?”
Samantha’s stomach felt as if the cast of Cirque du Soliel was rehearsing inside of her. She felt the exact same way but hadn’t wanted to presume anything and had therefore been hoping that David would broach the subject first.
“David, I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of my…” she thought for a moment, wishing she could say life, a sly smile appearing on her face, “…vacation with you. Yes, I believe that would be perfect.”
“Then you’ll move your things into my room?” he added tentatively. “I mean, it seems silly to me to have two rooms if we intend on being together the whole time” he said, raising his eyebrows to give her a hopeful look”.
Samantha thought about this for just a quick moment. She knew he was right and was thrilled he had asked.
“Let me call them now and tell them I’ll be checking out of my room tonight.”
2 comments:
LOVED this chapter... wooooo weee David got a nice good morning there. Holy Cow!
Aww that they are moving into together, kinda hehe... this is a very sweet story so far, I hope they really get to connect here in Paris'
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It is really cool to see the growing relationship between the two of them. I love the little glimpses of their past together, as well as David's, and I'm looking forward to learning more about Samantha's past. Really like the characters. Whatever muse sent you on this path - go burn a candle in thanks!
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