welcome, everyone. i have another read for you. it’s a story that i originally wrote in april of 2010. i’ve revised it and hopefully made it interesting for you. i am working on a new piece for next month’s post and am (so) glad that i had this story in my documents folder to share with you.
i want to thank you all for taking the time out of your day to read the stories on my humble blog. i do hope that you enjoy france.
“Excuse me, could you…” Spirit’s arms fell to her side in defeat, a map and bus schedule tucked between her thumb and index fingers. She was prepared to make the walk back to her hotel room, her feet on the other hand, wanted to ride the bus. “Never mind.”
Her eyes rolled at the cluster of people that pushed past her, surely everyone in France wasn’t this rude. “Ideal place of love my ass,” she snapped, watching their backs grow smaller.
This was not how she envisioned the residents of this city to be.
Today, Spirit found herself in the park listening to music and poetry by local artists. She grabbed a modest lunch, nearly filled a memory card with pictures, and marveled at the ornamental structures that make up the Place de la Bourse; but now…now she just wanted to be back in her room; if only she knew for sure when the bus would be coming.
Bordeaux, France is a thriving city rich with contemporary and historical buildings, museums and festivals. It’s bursting with classical architecture, shops and over a quarter of a million vineyards where some of the world’s most expensive wines are made. Just as she pulled at a stray thread on her sundress, a voice called from behind her. “Are you lost?”
Startled, she jumped and turned quickly toward the mans’ accent. Spirit’s eyes fell on his and she produced a smile. “I only wanted to know when the bus would be arriving, but no one will help me,” she stated.
The gentleman before her possessed the most mesmerizing eyes. Striking, cold, and blue-gray; like gunmetal. He looked at his watch. “Should be here in about ehh, ten minutes.” His seductive accent interrupted her fixed look. Relieved, she thanked the man; her feet would have to tolerate another ten minutes. “My pleasure, Mademoiselle.” He nodded at her and pressed forward, she stole a glance at him as he walked away.
After claiming an empty spot on a bench she stuffed the map and schedule in her shoulder bag. “Mademoiselle, pardon me. Are you familiar with the warehouse district of Bordeaux yet?”
Those gunmetal blue eyes had returned to her.
“Oh, no.” Spirit lifted her gaze and placed her hand just above her brow line to act as a shield for her eyes. “Why, is there something I should see there?”
“The La Dame de Shanghai. It’s a popular nightclub here. Your hotel will tell you how to get there.”
“Hotel. Wait, how did you know I was a visitor?”
“The map and schedule in your hand a moment ago,” he smiled, “anyone who lives in Bordeaux knows what time the bus arrives. You will come?”
It beats another night of reading French For Dummies and staring out at the city from her hotel window. “Sure, why not.”
“Parfaite. My name is Trey,” he smiled, extending his hand to her.
“I’m Spirit, nice to meet you,” she replied, shaking his hand.
“The pleasure is all mine, Spirit.” Trey gathered her fingers and kissed the back of her hand. He winked then walked away, this time she watched him until he disappeared in the crowd.
According to the hotel manager, after dark, the bars, music scenes and clubs are alive with people who seek to satisfy their taste for France’s buzzing nightlife. The La Dame de Shanghai is a floating nightclub and restaurant located on a former submarine dock. One of the clerks was even kind enough to suggest an affordable clothing shop where Spirit could find something suitable for the La Dame de Shanghai’s dress code.
After shopping, she had a light dinner of tea, and crepes filled with meat and vegetables before heading back to her hotel room. While relaxing in the tub, she thought of Trey and regarded his striking blue eyes. Smiling to herself, she thought of the overused idea of a steamy affair with someone from another country. Images of his lips caressing her thighs flashed through her mind, awakening her inner desires. She wondered what his kiss would taste like. Would it taste warm, sweet and cool like mint? Tangy and tropical like fresh pineapple, or bitter like over-extracted coffee? “He probably won’t even be there,” she said, flicking water about. Her body sank a little deeper into the hot, sudsy water. “He does have a sexy accent.”
Spirit stood in the mirror for a long time, examining her attire. Her short peach colored dress had a large side slit, open middle exposing her midriff and ties at the neck and back. It complimented her light brown skin perfectly. She even talked herself into buying a some body jewelry and exchanged her plain navel ring for a butterfly ring studded with gemstones and a faceted droplet crystal. After tousling her short pixie hairstyle, and giving her eyes the smoldering look, she rubbed lotus flower oil on her body and left for a night out in beautiful Bordeaux.
The La Dame de Shanghai
When day transitioned to night in Bordeaux, the city became even more alive. Music of all kinds pulsated from the ships and warehouses along the waterfront. Spirit was drawn to the warm ambiance of La Dame de Shanghai. The Asian decor, intimate lighting, house music and the abundance of champagne were all so elegant and inviting.
She nodded and smiled her way through a crowd, trying her best to blend in with the locals. The bar was straight ahead; maybe a drink would help her relax. She managed to wedge herself between two tall men who didn’t seem to mind her presence and waited on the bartender, whose back was facing her. When he finally turned around, her eyes lit up with enthusiasm.
“You made it,” Trey grinned.
“I did. This is a very nice club.” She felt his eyes on her.
“You are breathtaking.”
“Thank you.” Spirit did her best to keep from blushing at his compliment.
“A drink. What would you like? Anything you want.” He placed both hands on the bar and leaned in just a bit. Earlier today, his medium ash brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, now it hung past his shoulders and was parted on the side so that a section of hair covered his left eye.
“I bet you have no idea what a Delta Sunset is.” He simply pushed away from the bar and turned his back to her. “How come you didn’t tell me you were the bartender?” she called after him.
“Because you did not ask,” he teased. By now a woman joined one of the men next to her. It was hard not to stare at them, but no one seemed to notice how they pawed at each other. When the frisky gentleman pushed up his date’s skirt, she moaned loudly causing Spirit to shift in her seat uncomfortably.
Trey turned and beckoned Spirit with his index finger. “That is not unusual here, you get used to it.” She leaned forward. His lips were a shallow breath away from her earlobe and she swallowed back the urge to kiss him deeply. “You are not very good at making bets,” he whispered, pulling away and sliding the requested drink before her.
“I’m pretty bad at it. How much?”
“It’s on me, don’t worry,” he winked.
The energy in La Dame de Shanghai seemed to intensify as the night went on. Playing the wallflower long enough, she entertained a few men’s request to dance; losing count of how many times her ample bottom was groped, or how many erections she felt against her back.
Whenever he was afforded a free moment, Trey’s dangerous blue eyes bore right into her. Not out of jealousy, but he was entranced by her; the way her hips rolled against the music, as if each movement called out to him. His gaze searched her body; It was difficult to tear his eyes away from admiring her curves.
When she was all danced out, Spirit was lucky enough to find a small table in the restaurant section. She took a moment to look over the menu, and decided on an appetizer and another Delta Sunset from the bar. Every couple of minutes she’d survey the bar catching a glimpse of Trey. When her food arrived, she looked once again, only he wasn’t there. Her shoulders dropped then shrugged. It’s probably just as well, she thought as she folded the corners of her napkin. What was I thinking? That I was going to have some torrid one-night stand with a French bartender?
“You do not like the food?” The soft sound of his voice excited her. She almost came undone.
“The food is great,” Spirit beamed. “Care to join me?” she motioned to the empty seat across from her.
Trey sat down, tucking that patch of hair over his left eye behind his ear. “So, what brings you to Bordeaux?”
“Well….” Spirit told Trey that she’d seen an ad online and got the idea to take a vacation. The problem was deciding where to go. She narrowed it down to three destinations: Italy, New Zealand, and France. She went with the draw a name from a hat method, only she used a cereal bowl. Paris was the obvious choice, but the more she read about Bordeaux, the more she was drawn to the city. As the evening went on, Trey learned that Spirit was a surgical tech, that her eyes were olive green and could change color depending on the light, and that she got her name from her late, great grandmother.
She learned that Trey was originally born in Lyon, France, a city divided into nine boroughs that was located between France and Marseille. He’s an only child with a passion for photography, and a love of jazz greats like Nat King Cole, and Nina Simone.
After Spirit paid her check, she glanced at the time and stood up. “I should get going, Trey. The bus will be making its last route soon.”
“I will take you to your hotel. I mean…I don’t mind giving you a ride,” he began eagerly, “I promise to take you straight to there, and I will keep my hands to myself.” Spirit laughed softly at his charm and accepted his generosity.
“I want to see you again.” Trey’s request came softly and modestly after parking his car.
“Trey, I really appreciate you giving me a ride.” Spirit opened her pocketbook and fished for money. “You’ve been so kind, really. But I don’t think that’s a good idea. I mean, I’m just here on vacation.”
Trey listened and nodded, his eyes fixed on a lamppost. “When do you leave?”
“In a week,” she sighed dispiritedly.
“Then do not deprive me of being with you during the rest of your stay, Mademoiselle.” His words massaged her soul.
Spirit left her room information and tried three more times to pay Trey for giving her a ride; three times he refused and promised her a tour of the wine museum and a picnic in the park the next day.
She said good night. He said bonne nuit.
In her room, Spirit stood in the bathroom mirror, mouthing the word mademoiselle over and over. She lowered her voice and mimicked Trey’s words to her, purposefully exaggerating the last word. “Do not deprive me of being with you during the rest of your stay, Mademoiselle.”
Biting her bottom lip, she tapped the bathroom light with one, quick jerking movement and crawled into bed.
Spirit was eager to see more of Bordeaux with Trey. They walked the streets of Rue-St. Catherine’s, sampled local wines and toured the wine museum where Trey proved to be an excellent tour guide. She learned that Bordeaux was home to 9,000 chateau’s that made wine, and that 12,000 different red wines were made there. The French are passionate about wine, so even an inexpensive bottle would be delicious. They bought lunch at a cafe and headed over to the Jardins Public for their picnic.
The Jardins Public
Serenely impressive, the Jardins Public is an English-style garden with an elegant landscape. It contains a library, botanical garden, lakes with ducks and swans, and an isolated area for picnics. Trey spread out a blanket underneath a large shade tree while Spirit went to admire the swans feeding in the lake.
“Did you know that swans can bond for years, sometimes for life?” he asked, walking up behind her.
“And did you know that it’s believed that in Hindu mythology, the swan represents grace, beauty and wisdom, and that the Goddess Saraswati was depicted sitting on a swan?” Spirit replied.
“Did you know that I find you incredible?” he confessed.
As the afternoon continued on, Spirit and Trey found themselves lounging on the blanket getting acquainted They discussed French and American cuisine, childhood hobbies, and jazz music. After a while, Spirit commented on the pleasant scent of the flowers and fell into a light sleep. Trey watched her for a few moments before caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers.
For the next couple of days, Trey exposed Spirit to more of Bordeaux’s vibrant city. Their tour took them to striking museums and historical monuments. They strolled along the riverfront, admired mansions that were built in the 18th century and visited the Pont de Pierre; a beautiful seventeen arch bridge, spanning 530 yards that was built in 1822. Trey told Spirit that because of the unobstructed view, this was the perfect place to take photographs.
That evening, after dinner at a bistro, Spirit offered to buy caneles from the bakery. Popular in Bordeaux, they were the perfect way to conclude a meal. She’d just bitten into the crisp, burnt sugar shell of her second fluted cake when six words caught her off guard.
“Spirit, spend the night with me.” It wasn’t a question really, more of a polite wish.
It was as if instinct pushed her to respond so impulsively. “I’ll need to stop by the hotel and grab a few things.”
Trey’s building was located on a quiet street, about ten minutes from the Garonne river. His cozy apartment boasted charming decor, right down to the long drapes that accommodated the floor to ceiling windows. One large room served as the kitchen and dining area with a separate bathroom and bedroom. The dark, hardwood flooring gave prominence to the white stone walls. Spirit admired the black and white photographs on the walls, and figured they were probably taken by Trey.
“Make yourself at home, the bathroom is there on the right.” Trey tossed his keys on the dining room table.
“Your apartment is lovely,” she marveled, dropping her shoulder bag on the floor next to the sofa.
“Merci. Please, have a look around.”
While Spirit made her way around his intimate apartment, Trey listened to his incoming messages. The male voice on the machine spoke in French, but it caused Trey to chuckle. “My friend is going hiking and wants to borrow my camera. Would you like to come with me or do you want to stay here?”
“There are places to hike in France?” she asked, emerging from the bedroom.
“Oh yes. The Cantal Mountains are amazing. The landscape is so rich and green, it takes about a week to get through a guided walking holiday. The farms and villages are beautifully maintained, the flowers and wildlife are well protected. It’s very stunning. I uh, I wish your stay was longer, I would love to take you there.”
Spirit smiled, then crossed the living room to gazed out of the tall window. “And you trust me in your apartment alone?”
“Why not? You won’t get far if you take anything, you can’t figure out the bus schedule,” he joked, clutching his arm dramatically when Spirit playfully punched him. “I won’t be long, I promise.” He stood next to her at the window.
She turned, crossed her arms and looked up at his towering stature. “Well, since you promised.”
Trey smiled at her and planted the most gentle kiss on her forehead before collecting his camera. He showed her where the towels were, and how to use the remote for the television and DVD player.
After a shower, Spirit found herself going through Trey’s jazz collection. Tonight just seemed like a Betty Carter night. She loaded five CD’s into the player, programming it to play randomly and continuously. Just as Betty’s husky voice filled the room, Trey entered to find Spirit lying on the couch reading a magazine. “Isn’t her voice enchanting?” he asked, locking the door behind him.
“I’ve always loved her voice; so powerful and one of a kind. She wasn’t afraid to be wild and push the limits.”
“And what about you?” Trey was sitting on the floor in front of her.
“What do you mean?”
“Are you afraid to be wild and push the limits?”
“I think the fact that I’m here with you should answer that.”
“That is fair,” he laughed.
“Are you afraid to be wild and push the limits?” she asked in return, propping her arm and resting her head in her hand. Trey slowly lowered his head, his lips gently touching hers. The kiss was lengthy, soft and completely natural. When their tongues met, she got the answer to her question: Sweet and creamy with a nuance of vanilla; like caramel.
He drew back, breaking the kiss. Spirit saw his lips move and she heard his voice say, I’m going to take a shower, but she was too caught up in the way his lips felt against hers. Tucking her hands behind her head, she closed her eyes while the music acted as her personal sedative.
Trey returned a short while later and knelt in front of her. He watched her resting for just a moment before stroking her cheek. Spirit shifted slightly and opened her eyes. She grinned after having felt his nose brushing her jawline. He stood up, pulling her along with a gentle tug.
Drawing her close, he tilted her head and their lips came together in a firm, passionate kiss. He backed her into a wall and lifted her legs around his waist. She planted her forearms on his shoulders as his lips moved from her mouth to her neck. Trey inhaled the sweet floral scent of lotus near her collarbone. “Mmm, you smell so good,” he said against the front of her shoulder.
Spirit purred her gratitude. “Let’s go sit down on the floor,” she softly suggested. He whimpered, nuzzling the camber of her neck. Reluctantly, he released her legs and led her to living the area. They sat comfortably facing one another, gazing quietly into each others eyes. After their hands were placed on one another’s knees, she whispered, “I want you to do something for me; breathe very softly. Focus…and you will breathe with me.”
Trey closed his eyes. It took some effort, but when his eyes opened, they were breathing in sync; slowly and jointly. Spirit was gentle in her instruction, telling Trey that this technique was being done to open their minds, invite the powerful energy into their bodies and deepen their connection.
The exchange was such a pleasant experience. Trey felt a current flow throughout his body, right down to his fingertips. This process went on for some time; the warmth, the connection, the build up was erotically overwhelming.
When she felt that each of their minds had opened up, Spirit had Trey undress and lie on his back. “Keep focusing. Settle into your body and breathe.” Kneeling between his legs, she worked her way down his body, massaging his arms and chest. Taking her time, she moved her hands over his stomach and pelvis. When Trey sucked in a quick breath, he gave her a look, as if to say he was sorry for breaking his concentration. Smiling, Spirit placed her hand on his abdomen and gently reminded him to inhale and exhale deeply. “It’s okay. Slow down and your body will relax.”
As Trey’s shallow breaths calmed, her hands worked his inner and outer thighs, caressing where his legs and pelvis join. She then moved toward his testicles. Carefully, she spread her fingers and massaged them against her palm, then pushed them against the underside of his manhood.
His arousal began growing.
The fire inside of him intensified, causing him to writhe with need, but he was determined to concentrate.
With a feather light touch she swept the tops of her fingers over the head of his sex and along the sides. “So beautiful,” was all she said. Without breaking the connection, she closed her hand around the base of his dick. Alternating with her left and right hand, she slowly stroked him until he was fully erect.
Leaning over, Spirit’s mouth descended on the firm length of him. He fought back the urge to explode in the moist vessel that pleased him. “Your mouth is so warm. It feels so good,” he moaned, watching as her lips passed up and down his rigid flesh. She stopped briefly, burrowed her face between his legs and licked between his testicles. Next she gently sucked each clean-shaven scrotal sac into her mouth which were firm because they had become engorged from the excitement. While rolling his testes around in her mouth, Spirit opened his legs a little wider and allowed the musky scent of his sex to intoxicate her. After bathing his balls with her tongue, she flattened it against his shaft, licked her way towards the tip, and flicked her tongue across his frenulum.
Trey released a long sigh and called out for her. His hard on lurched toward her and she pulled away, gently blowing on the glans as if to tell it to behave. Noticing his natural fluids pool in the narrow opening on the head, she rubbed her nose and lips in the wetness. Her tongue dipped right into that opening, then she closed her mouth around his manhood and watched his varied expressions. She moaned, raising and lowering her head, and working her tongue in numerous ways until he burst out of her mouth like a cork from a bottle.
Kissing her way up his body, she asked, “Can you feel our energies connecting?”
“I’ve never felt anything like this, it’s so enticing,” he nodded, gently stroking her back as she pressed herself closer to him. The sensual impulse grew more and more powerful. His body wanted more of this; he wanted more of this. And she knew it.
Spirit sat upright and removed her camisole. She reminded Trey to keep breathing and guided his hands toward her chest. Her nipples puckered as soon as his palms made contact, she arched her back, breathing steadily as his tender fingers splayed over her exposed breasts. “Suck them,” she whispered hoarsely.
Trey was only happy to comply.
He pulled her forward, lapping at her areola one after the other before pinching her nipples between his teeth. He sucked avidly, enjoying the weight of her bosom in his mouth. Several minutes passed before she pulled away, breaking the suction.
“You have a butterfly in your stomach,” he said, playfully pointing out her jewelry His fingers teased her boy shorts aside and he massaged her clit. “You don’t mind, do you?” he smiled. Shaking her head no, Spirit lifted her breast and closed her mouth around her nipple. His thumb slowly circled her bud, causing it to swell. Her thighs trembled at the heat of his hand.
Each approaching the edge of climax, they both continued to breathe in unison; slowly and and deeply like a well-rehearsed duet. Spirit committed each nerve in her body to making this night full of ecstasy. She learned long ago to tame her orgasm, but Trey was new to the experience and she knew that he was aching to succumb to passion soon. Lifting his hand, she sucked his thumb into her mouth, followed by his each of his fingers. Immediately, she shed her boy shorts and straddled him.
She took his erection and rubbed it between her labia. “Look at it. Look at the way the head is nestled between my lips.” Trey glanced between her legs, and when she pulled it away from her fleshy folds, a milky strand hung between them. Gasping in pleasure, he relished the tease.
No longer wanting to fight the desire, Spirit leaned in, placed her hands on Trey’s chest and lifted her hips. “Are you ready to accept all that I have to give you?”
He barely pushed out a yes, before Spirit guided herself onto him. A symphony of energy spread between the two of them like a fierce fire. She bounced up and down on his throbbing phallus, listening to and becoming aroused by the wet sounds. Moments later she planted herself firmly on top of him and wound her hips against his pelvis. The serpentine movements she made caused another surge of energy to pass between them.
Forcefully, Trey pushed himself deep inside of her silky depths, grunting something in French over and over. Spirit sighed her own sensuous throaty sounds as he moved in and out of her. She rocked against him, cupping her beautifully formed breasts and squeezing her vaginal muscles possessively around his dick.
Just as the pale cool light of the moon streamed through the windows, a tremendous feeling manifested deep inside of them. Their minds and bodies were alive and free. Trey’s body shook. “My head is spinning, Spirit. I can’t…I don’t…”
Spirit knew what was happening. She mewled softly, her hips bucked vehemently; encouraging his sweet release. “Don’t be afraid of the power. Let the pleasure wash over you. Let it rule you. Come with me.” she cried at last, her body tensing throughout.
Trey pressed his fingers into her thighs and gyrated fast and frantically. Spirit pressed down against him to meet his upward thrusts. He released a loud agonized gasp that caused them both to surrender to the aching need cascading through them. Bodies shuddering as they climaxed together. Energies uniting as they responded to the cry for deliverance. Breaths breaking out in heated moans and gasps. His hot release and her essence melding into one sensuous substance. Even after Spirit collapsed on his chest, he continued to spurt inside her sumptuous walls.
“What did you do to me?” he panted, wrapping his arms around her, holding her damp body close to his.
“Introduced you to what happens when you bring harmony and intimacy together,” she whispered, combing her fingers through his hair.
As their spasms of ecstasy subsided, Spirit relaxed in his embrace. They both closed their eyes while Betty Carter lulled them to sleep with, Moonlight in Vermont.
Just before the golden light of the sun rose above the horizon, Spirit and Trey woke to the subtle scent of sex lingering in the air; a delicious reminder of the previous night. His finger floated down the bridge of her nose. Her face wrinkled and the corners of his mouth teased up into a smile. “Stay with me,” he stated in a throaty tone.
“For the rest of day?”
A quizzical look washed over her face. “For the rest of my vacation?”
“For as long as you like; or forever.”
She was speechless. As she searched for an answer, Trey massaged her backside. “I…I uh, I don’t know what to say, Trey.”
“In French, or in English?” she teased. Trey smacked her bottom and she giggled.
Spirit tilted her head, softly kissed his jawline then answered, “Oui.”
© enchanted.ladybug 09.29.2012