SEX TOYS AND PRODUCTS
Sexy Excerpt: 'The Last Stop'
Published: OCTOBER 15, 2015
| Updated: JUNE 29, 2020 04:06:23
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Leona looked down at the star-shaped cut on her finger, against the emptiness outside of her train window. The emptiness was France outside of Paris. Just wide areas of green, and people living their daily lives. She ran her tongue over the cut she got from opening his cuff link …
Sinking back into her seat, she held her cell phone like a magic wand and closed her eyes. According what she could decipher from the train's announcements using her limited French, the train was running late. Leona almost did not want to go back to the United States. If she was stuck here, she could just go back to Paris …
…and him.
It was not her first trip to Paris. She had returned there so many times that friends and family suspected she had a lover there. It was the furthest thing from the truth.
Tucking into her favorite bar early a few days ago, she barely noticed that she had not put together the equivalent of a meal all day until she was presented with a menu. She sipped the cocktail that the bartender had made especially for her; it wasn't her first time there. The drink was fruity and strong. It made her feel special that he had made it for her, that he'd used her previous drink orders customize the sweet and savory concoction.
Watching as Guillaume made the drink in his crisp white shirt, suspenders and shiny cuff links transported her. The first time she came to the bar and saw him, she had been breathless, had thought that if he wanted a holiday fling with her, she was all for it. Instead, she had become just friendly with him over her many trips to Paris.
“Do you have an apartment here yet?” he asked in his French accent.
“No,” she laughed, looking around at the empty bar and fingering the cool sweat of her cocktail glass. “But I should!”
“I like having you here.”
The tone of his voice and his accent intoxicated her more than her cocktail could. Leona pressed her cool fingers to her temple to bring her back to reality.
“I live above the bar …” he said softly.
“The bar is your life then," Leona said. "You work here, you live above it…”
Guilluame smiled at her, and it made her fingertips against her temple hot.
“I knew when I bought this bar that it was going to be my entire life.”
“Well it is my favorite bar in all of Paris.”
“Have you been to every bar in all of Paris?”
He leaned close to her, and Leona clutched the stem of her class.
“Non,” escaped flirtatiously from her mouth, as she felt her eyelashes flutter atop her cheeks.
“This is the first time that I have ever been alone with you in all the times that you have been here,” Guillaume said.
Leona took a nervous sip of her cocktail.
“It’s nice, to have my own personal mixologist.”
“I can mix a lot of things…”
Leona looked at him, and there was no mistaking what he wanted to mix now.
He walked around the bar, and walked to the ornate door.
Closed it.
“There are stairs right over there, if you want you can see what a French apartment looks like? In case you want to buy one?”
Leona froze with a mixture of nerves and raw lust, but Guillaume’s hand on hers thawed her. She nodded and slipped off the stool, her already damp crotch pressing against the edge of her seat. They walked up the winding stairs.
“But what if you have customers?” she turned to look at him.
“This is my smaller bar. They can go down the street. People like this one for its je ne sais quoi…like you do ...”
He caressed her calf.
They settled into his apartment. Leona took in the minimalist design that countered with the vintage vibe of the bar. Except for his things, like an actual fedora on a Tiffany lampshade. She turned to look at him, and he was already looking at her while he leaned against the wall. He raised his hand to his face.
“Now that I have you up here,” his accent thickened, making her wetter. “I am like a teenager.” She walked over to him slowly.