Ms. Laura Pt. 03 Ch. 07

Chapter Seven

We showered up and eventually found clothes, though it was hard to let Emily get dressed. Her body was just so fun to grab and squeeze. She was eventually able to fight me off long enough to get them on. It was just a purple sundress and her new matching panties.

Emily walked around to try out the new underwear, "Oh, that feels weird. Not overly stimulating, but enough to know they're there."

"I'm glad you like them," Ms. Laura said, exiting the bathroom, "Those are real pearls. I know a lady that makes custom lingerie. I told her I was going to give them to a beautiful young woman about to get married. She asked who the lucky gentleman was."

We all laughed. Ms. Laura practically spun into the room. She had on her own sundress similar to Emily's, only it was a little more revealing. The skirt was cut higher and cleavage lower.

Both women were gorgeous buxom blondes in purple. They were reflections of one another, only from different expressions of femininity. Emily was young and pure. She exuded youth and innocence. Ms. Laura was seasoned and sexy. She had confidence and power in her sexuality. For the moment, my misgivings were repressed, and I could enjoy the sight of both of them.

My stomach rumbled. Checking the clock, it was already one thirty.

"Where to, Ms. Laura? I'm pretty hungry," I said, standing up.

"Let's head down to the river. There are a lot of places down there," Ms. Laura said as she gathered her things.

Paris was different during the day. It was more like I imagined it, with throngs of tourists crowding all the streets. What was still a shock was the vagrancy. I hadn't seen this many homeless people in my life. The graffiti was a little more familiar but still out of place on the historic streets.

The riverfront was several blocks from our hotel but still within walking distance. As we drew near, the crowds got thicker, and it was hard to even walk in a straight line. Street performers and their knots of onlookers held up traffic. Ms. Laura led the way while I held Emily's hand through the crowd.

Emily suddenly stopped, "Oof, that gift of Ms. Laura's isn't designed for long walks."

She jerked and twitched, trying to alleviate the situation without picking at herself in public.

"Do we need to stop?" I asked, concerned.

Turning to flag down Ms. Laura, I noticed she was gone. The path through the tourist she had cut closed up around us.

"Yeah, hang on. There is an alley up ahead," Emily said, pointing to a gap in the buildings.

"I think we lost Ms. Laura," I said, peering through the crowd for any sign, "I'll see if I can text her."

The two of us ducked into the alleyway while I pulled out my phone. I then sighed, seeing that I had no service overseas. I saw Emily's skirt hiked up around her waist when I looked up. She was fiddling with the pair of strings of pearls nestled in her labia. Seeing her so exposed in public, my heart skipped a beat, but I quickly calmed when I saw we were truly alone.

The alley was tight, and we rounded a corner, so there was no direct line of sight to the street. Paris, an older city built in a different time, was full of these narrow passages.

She removed the pearl strands and lowered the waist of her panties so they would not irritate as much. In any state of dress, Emily dripped feminine sexuality. Every line, curve, and subtle crease of muscle struck my ingrained sense of beauty like a guided missile. I had long since learned Emily's love for spontaneity and embraced it with her.

"No signal. We'll have to find Ms. Laura at the riverside," I said, giving her a look.

She suddenly blushed in recognition. I grabbed her and pulled her in. I kissed her with a furious passion while tracing my hands down to the hem of her skirt.

"Right here, Master?" she said between kisses.

"Anywhere I want," I said, pulling her skirt back up, "Just need to get wet for a little bit. Then we'll go look for Ms. Laura."

"Yes, Master," Emily replied, biting her lip.

I took one more quick look around before I slid my fingers between the two strings of beads. She was already very wet from the near-constant stimulation. The two digits passed with little resistance. Emily cooed.

I rolled her into me, wrapping her up in my arms. Her collar pulled down, and I scooped up her breast in one great handful. This woman was mine, anywhere, anytime. I would not be denied.

Just as I got into it, there was a sudden crash of metal. We both turned in horrified embarrassment. Two people looked back at us with the same expression. The man and woman in front of us were frozen in a passionate embrace.

I smiled sheepishly at Emily and then back at the other couple. "City of love?"

The other two chuckled, embarrassed, as Emily fixed her dress behind me.

"I guess so," the other man replied with a Londoner accent.

Thoroughly humiliated, all four of us left the alley. Emily and I decided we wouldn't wait to find Ms. Laura after all. It was only a few more blocks to the river. The whole walk along the water was filled with restaurants.

"Johnny, Emily!" we heard Ms. Laura call to us.

We were lucky. She sat at a small table on the corner where the street met the river. Ms. Laura had a glass of water in front of her and two glasses of wine to each side.

"It's about time you have some real French wine," she gestured us over.

"It's maybe a little early?" I reminded her.

She waved it away, "It's already afternoon, and we're on vacation. I suggest we order some food, too."

I looked at the wine and felt a rumble in my stomach. She was very persuasive. The two of us sat down and sampled the local drink.

"What took you two?" She asked with a knowing smirk.

"Wardrobe malfunction," Emily answered, "Johnny was just helping with an adjustment."

Ms. Laura chuckled, "Oh, is that so? I remember my first time in Paris. It was my honeymoon with my first husband back in 1977. The town wasn't as touristy."

We all had a good laugh, but I did think about what she had said. Paris was very crowded and seemed more like a theme park for French culture than a genuine expression of it. When I opened the menu, I noticed that the food had English labels on it.

"Yeah, I have to say. I am a little disappointed by that. I've never been one for crowds and was hoping for a more authentic French experience," I said examining the menu.

"Oh, don't worry, I have something planned for tonight. I have reservations at a very nice French restaurant," Ms. Laura said, "I hope you two brought the things I asked for. We have to stop by a shop later to pick up your outfits."

"Outfits?" Both Emily and I replied in unison, though with different inflections.

"Oh, you didn't have to," Emily said, with a mix of excitement and humble gratitude, "We could have brought something from home. We both have nice evening wear."

Ms. Laura's grin turned evil.

"What kind of outfits?" I said a little more wary of the mature vixen.

"Oh, don't worry," she didn't hide her amusement, "It's nothing you wouldn't wear. My ex and I came there on our first trip, and it was definitely an authentic experience."

My face scrunched up in an uncomfortable frown. Suddenly, my anxiety returned. I needed to have the talk with them. My contemplation was interrupted by the waiter.

"Good afternoon, ladies, sir, I am Michelle. I will be your waiter today. Can I top off your drinks and take your order?" He spoke in heavily accented English.

I gestured to my glass. I had a feeling I'd need the social lubricant.

Rushed and faced with unfamiliar dishes, I quickly ordered, "Um, I'll just have a burger and fries."

"Real authentic," Emily snickered.

"Would you like American sauce with that?" the waiter added, amusing himself.

Realizing what I had done I just shot a dirty look at her then nodded to the waiter. The women each ordered something unintelligible, which when presented looked like just a salad. Emily and I polished off a bottle of wine while Ms. Laura sipped contently from her water.

Along the river, I allowed myself to ignore the throngs of t-shirts and sun hats and take in the beauty of the city. The patchwork of modern and ancient buildings blended together well because of their baroque facades. It gave the town a genuinely timeless appearance.

River tour boats plied the sparkling water, threading their way under bridges and past centuries-old monuments. I was finally able to see the romance.