by Tia Siren
“Mesdames et Messieurs. Je voudrais vous informer que nous avons été détournés vers un aéroport voisin par le contrôle au sol de Paris en raison d'une tempête surplombant l'aéroport de Charles de Gaulle. Nous arriverons à l'aéroport de Le Touquet en Côte d'Opale, sur la côte nord de la France. Ladies and gentlemen. I would like to inform you that we have been diverted to a nearby airport by Paris ground control due to a storm hanging about over the Charles de Gaulle Airport. We will be arriving at the Le Touquet Airport in Côte d'Opale, the northern coast of France in about thirty minutes. We should only be delayed for about an hour once we have landed. Thank you for your patience. Nous ne devrions être retardés que pendant environ une heure. Merci pour votre patience.”
“Great,” Edward mumbled. “Excuse me,” he said as a stewardess walked by.
“Oui, monsieur?”
Is there a shopping plaza or men’s clothing store close by the airport?”
“No, monsieur. Unfortunately, the closest store outside a tourist shop is more than twenty minutes from the airport. I am afraid you will miss your flight if you attempt to go.”
He nodded, “Thank you.”
“Once we land in Paris there are plenty of shops relatively close by. I can find out for you and recommend some to you if you wish.”
“No, thank you. That won’t be necessary,” he smiled.
“Will there be anything else, sir?” she asked, touching his shoulder.
“No. Thank you.”
“If so, just let me know,” she said as she walked by him.
Just as she disappeared down the aisle, he noticed Helen walking his way, her eyes dead locked onto his. Once he saw her he knew he couldn’t avoid her.
“Damn it,” he muttered.
She didn’t hesitate to invite herself, nor did she wait to be invited to sit in the seat closest to him. I should make a point to sit in a crowded area next time.
“Hello again,” she said seductively.
“Helen,” he nodded, uninterested.
“I am sure you don’t want to continue our conversation we had earlier, but I figured since we were stuck on this plane for another couple of hours we could be stuck… together.” Her emphasis on stuck gave him every implication that she wasn’t interested in just debatable chatter, and he knew she wasn’t going to give up on the matter. He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes as his mind started turning. Maybe it was time to give this young and naïve woman a life lesson.
“Perhaps that isn’t such a bad idea.” He waited for her to look at him then let his eyes fall to her chest and then down along the rest of her body before looking back up into her eyes. She was playfully biting her lower lip as her cheeks changed to a light shade of pink. “Maybe I have underestimated you.” He raised his eyebrow and motioned for her to join him in his seat. The lights were still dim as they approached Côte d'Opale and it gave him the opportunity to tease her without too many heads being turned.
She quickly got up and sat sideways on his lap, her legs toward the window and her arm around his neck. She pressed her side into his chest and rested her forehead on his.
“I have been looking forward to this moment since I laid eyes on you.”
“Back at the airport in Gatwick?”
“I saw you as soon as you got out of your town car. I wanted you then and I always get what I want.”
“Some people would call that being a spoiled bitch,” he said calmly.
He felt her breathing catch just before she pressed into him a little harder.
“Others would call it being assertive and knowing what one wants.” Her lips were so close to his that he sensed the warmth of her breath on his mouth and the smell of the minty alcohol from her drink. It was his aphrodisiac. He pressed his mouth into hers and pushed his tongue past her lips allowing it to swirl with hers, his hands discreetly pushing their limits up underneath her skirt. Every place he touched, her calf, her inner thigh, and beyond was firm and toned and that aroused him further. He had planned on teasing her beyond her point of return and then letting her go but the feel of her body and the smell of her scent made it increasingly difficult for him to turn it off.
He felt her hand between his legs rubbing him. He was very aware of her full breasts pressing into his chest. And when she thrust her tongue into his mouth moaning a low moan it caused his cock to spring to attention. She noticed and chuckled through her kiss as her hand rubbed him harder.
A soft ding sounded over the intercom followed by the captain’s voice. “Mesdames et Messieurs. Veuillez mettre vos ceintures de sécurité et vos chaises en position verticale car nous allons atterrir dans environ dix minutes. Je vous remercie. Ladies and gentlemen. Please put on your safety belts and your chairs in the upright position as we will be landing in approximately ten minutes. Thank you.”
“We are already in the upright position,” she said breathlessly.
Helen didn’t stop until the stewardess walked by and tapped her on the shoulder.
“Prenez place et mettez votre ceinture.”
She reluctantly pulled herself from Edward’s lap and took a seat across from him. Edward pulled his seatbelt around him and tried to adjust himself as he looked around the lounge. A couple across the aisle watching him looked away when he made eye contact and he smiled when the woman blushed. The man put his hand on her leg and squeezed just before glancing back at Edward.
When the plane landed and the seatbelt sign went off, Helen jumped up and quickly turned around toward Edward, stopping in front of him with a seductive smile plastered on her face.
She leaned toward him and whispered, “I want to be alone with you but I don’t think we can leave the plane and get back on before it takes off again.”
He pulls his wallet from his pocket and opens it.
“I’m protected,” she said, reading his mind.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him. “Go to the back of the lounge and wait for me in the loo.”
She nodded like a child wanting candy and scurried off to the back of the plane.
Glancing at the couple across the aisle, he noticed they were a little more heated. As he got up from his seat he nodded at them then walked back to join his new friend. He tapped lightly on the door and heard it unlock. When he opened the door, Helen stood by the shower door with a warm glow on her face and a heavier breath in her lungs.
Edward closed the door and locked it behind him before reaching over and grabbing her by the back of her neck pulling her to him. Their bodies collided and he kissed her hard, shoving his hand between her legs and yanking her skirt up over her ass. He felt her hands grab at his shirt and he seized her wrists, holding them up above her head.
“Hold the top of the shower door and don’t let go,” he growled.
He felt her shudder as she took a ragged breath in. She took a hold of the top of the door and put her foot on the toilet seat as his hand instructed her to do. She watched as he savagely pulled her thin panties to the side and buried his face between her legs. His tongue played exactly where it was supposed to, increasing her arousal quickly.
He continued until he felt her hands on his head, pressing him harder into her. He got up and grabbed her wrists, shoving them behind her. “I told you not to let go,” he growled. He kissed her hard, forcing her to taste her own juices and enjoying the reaction he got from her. He fed his hand up into her hair and grabbed a handful, forcing her to turn around and shoving her over the countertop by the sink. He shoved her skirt up to her waist and cracked her ass cheek repeatedly until it glowed a lovely pink. “Tell me what you want,” he growled in her ear, leaning over her and pressing his pelvis into her.
“I want you,” she whispered.
“Hmmmm, yes you do.” He cracked her ass in the same spot feeling her body tense up. He unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor, pulling himself out of his boxers and teasing her with what he had to offer.
She pushed back into him, begging him to give it
to her. “Please, you’re teasing me and it’s killing me.”
He pushed her legs open wider and pushed into her. He heard her gasp and he stopped after filling her completely. He felt her body jerk as he tried mentally talking his own body down from immediate orgasm. When the build-up wasn’t going away, he grabbed her throat and slammed into her repeatedly until his orgasm took over his senses and washed away all the aggression he built up with her.
He pulled out and stepped back watching her tiny body still lying half on the counter. She was breathing hard; her panties were around one ankle on the floor and her skirt was shoved up past her waist. She had a tiny little ass and he shook his head as he thought she would have made an amazing lover if she wasn’t so against true love.
He put himself back together as she turned around and did the same.
“Where the hell did you learn to do that?” she asked still breathing heavy.
“It’s a gift.”
She shook her head and grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him into her and kissing him. “I am not letting you go. You are amazing! Before we go our separate ways in Paris, promise me you’ll give me your number.”
Edward nodded and opened the door, letting her out and hesitating before walking back to his seat in first class.
“Another scotch please,” he said to the stewardess as he walked by her. “Oh, and a sheet of stationary paper and a pen?”
“Yes, sir.”
He sat down and smiled, knowing he accomplished his life’s lesson to the woman.
He sipped his scotch as he scribbled a note to Helen that he would give to her just before they parted their separate ways.
Don’t assume you will never fall in love with the wrong man. Take care Helen. I wish you life, love and true happiness.
He folded the paper up and slipped it into his pocket as he took another sip of his scotch.
When the plane landed in Paris, he pulled his bag from the overhead compartment and said his good byes to Helen, as she felt his ass and asked him for his number again. He pulled her purse from her shoulder and when she tried to take it back he held it, waiting for her to let it go. She did, reluctantly and he took it from her, opening it up and slipping his note inside before slipping it back up her arm to her shoulder. He leaned into her and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her cheek and hesitating before releasing his lips from her soft skin.
“It was very nice meeting you, Helen,” he whispered in her ear.
“I will definitely be calling you,” she said, sliding her hand along his chest. “You are mesmerizing.”
He stayed near his chair as he watched her leave the plane. She looked back at him three times before she reached the door then looked back at him with a love-struck look in her eyes before disappearing out the door. When she was out of sight, he picked up his bag and walked through the lounge and into the coach section. He remembered riding in coach once before when he was very young. He flew with his uncle as they went to Germany to visit his grandparents who vacationed there often. Compared to first class, it reminded him of being packed in like sardines with air conditioning that barely worked. He had to admit there were perks to having money, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he had grown into a snob like Helen and so many others he had met in his life.
A row of limousines lined up toward the front of the plane for the first-class patrons and a scarce few in coach who decided to take a limo over a taxi cab that were lined up in a longer line behind the limousines. He spotted Helen as she stood by the open door of a six-door limousine, looking at the crowd of people departing from the front of the plane, his note unfolded in her hands. He would have given anything to see her face when she read the note but he quickly turned around and walked to the line of taxis. Opening the back-passenger door to the first available taxi cab he came to, he climbed in the back and set his bag next to him on the seat.
“Bonsoir,” said the driver.
“Good evening,” Edward said letting the driver know indirectly he’d rather use English than his terrible French.
“Where to?”
“Can you recommend a good clothing store?” he asked the driver.
The driver turned around and looked at his attire. “Oui. Ami sur Boulevard Beaumarchais est bon.”
“Ami?” He remembered the store from the last time he was in Paris with Sasha. It started out as a friendly argument, both swearing they were the best at foosball. Neither of them would back down so they made a little wager.
“If I win,” he said with a smirk, “I want you to do a strip tease for me.”
“That’s easy,” she said.
“In public.”
“What? No way!”
“And she backs down. That was easy.”
“Now wait a minute.” She looked at him trying to read him. “Okay, tough guy. You got it, but if I win you have to take me to Ami.”
“What is Ami?”
She pulled her phone and when she found it online, she handed him her phone. Ami was one of the most elite boutiques in Paris.
“Shopping spree,” she said pulling her phone out of his hands, “for me.”
By the next morning, he was adding receipts up to the tune of about £5,000. It was a legitimate bet, but he had never spent that much on a woman before, showing how much or how little he cared for the women in his life. Mainly the reason he was doing what he was doing in Paris this time. He wanted to find someone real, someone interested in him, not his money. He looked at the driver and shook his head. “I’m looking for something a little lower end.”
“Lower end?” The driver seemed confused.
“Yes, um, cheaper? Less expensive? Maybe blue jeans, t-shirts, that sort of thing.”
“Ah, I ‘ave jus’ de place.” He pulled away from the line of taxis, leaving Helen still standing by her limo, irritatingly looking toward the plane as the last few stragglers descended the stairway.
The taxi driver drove along the highway and into the heart of Paris, pulling up to a small men’s shop. He turned the car off and got out of the car, walking around the cab to meet Edward as he got out of the back with his bag. The driver pointed to the shop and smiled.
“Uniqlo est la boutique de mon frère.”
“Mon frère? Your brother?”
“Oui.”
“Oh, your brother’s shop. He owns this?”
“Oui,” he said nodding and smiling.
“Avez-vous besoin d'un hôtel?”
“A hotel. Yes.”
The driver pointed down the street and tried explaining to Edward where he could go. The best Edward could do was nod and agree with the driver who was trying to be overly helpful but not helpful at all.
“Thank you,” he said, peeling out a fifty note and handing it to him. “Merci bien.”
The driver nodded and happily went back to his car, leaving Edward standing in front of a low-end clothing store. He looked down at his suit again before going inside.
Chapter 9
There were shelves of multicolored pants, sweatshirts, t-shirts and other garments lined from the top to the bottom of each wall he looked at, a rainbow of colors ranging from light to dark shades of every color under the sun. He set his bag down by the sales counter and as he walked further into the store, he entered a large warehouse sized room with several manikins showing off several pieces that were put together in outfits to catch the eye of the consumer. The ceilings were lined with mirrors that reflected everything going on in that room. He watched as a young attractive woman walked toward him but didn’t look down at her until she stood before him.
“Bonsoir,” she said. “Puis-je vous aider à trouver quelque chose?”
“Hello. Do you speak English?”
“Oui,” she said smiling. “May I ‘elp you find something?” The woman was as petite as Helen was but he could tell right away she was much more grounded.
“I am looking for some outfits. Something casual for my stay here in Paris.”
She ste
pped back and looked at him, shaking her head. “I’m sorry but I do not think we ‘ave anything ‘ere for you.”
“You do, trust me. Jeans, basic t-shirt. Transform me into a common man,” he said, leaning toward her.
“You do not like dis?” she asked, holding her hand out toward his suit.
He shook his head and pursed his lips. “Too stuffy.”
They both chuckled and she led him into the first room he walked through. He followed her as she stopped at a t-shirt shelf pulling a few select colors from different areas. When she got to the blue jeans he noticed a few other sales associates were watching as she helped him find what he was looking for. She turned toward him and sized him up with her eyes, moving behind him then looking back up at him, her cheeks a little bit rosier than before. She reached for a pair of blue jeans and put them in his arms.
“Shoes?” she asked, pointing to his black dress shoes.
“Sneakers?”
She nodded and led him to another part of the store, selecting a pair of sneakers from a small selection available and stacking them on top of his clothes in his arms.
“Suivez-moi, s'il vous plait.” She motioned for him to follow her as she led him to the dressing rooms.
He tried on the selections made for him and to his surprise, everything fit him perfectly. He nodded at his image, impressed at the results. He hadn’t worn jeans in years. When he emerged from the dressing room, a small group of women were conjured around his dressing room awaiting the transformation. He held his hands out waiting for approval or disapproval. When they erupted in applause, he smiled and turned around.
“How do I look?” he asked the woman who helped him.
“Tres bon! Sexy. How you say… James Dean,” she exclaimed with pleasure. The other women nodded and swooned over him in his new clothes. “You like them?”
“I think so,” he said, looking in the mirror again. “How about a jacket? Maybe a few more jeans and some of those button-up shirts?”
The associate snapped to it, seemingly enjoying her job more so than usual. By the time he had left the store in a basic white t-shirt and dark stone washed blue jeans, almost every female associate was competing for his attention as he gathered his four bags that held the suit he arrived in and the merchandise he purchased. His entire purchase didn’t even come close to what one of his suit coats cost.