by Fifi Flowers
“Aah, the American food… sounds great.” I moved closer to him standing near the grill. “Bleu cheese, though?” I tilted my head to look up at him and I longed to have him take me in his arms or at least lean down and kiss my eager lips.
He ignored my questioning and handed me a big glass partially filled with the wine and clinked my glass. “Cheers to first dates and getting them right.”
I wasn’t sure I could drink to that and it made me a little sad. There had been nothing wrong with our first date. It was perfect. I would never change any aspect of it. I hoped that he felt the same but I didn’t want to make a big deal about it. I was happy to be with him at that moment. I had counted the hours until he arrived, getting ready two hours earlier than I needed to and sat around in my navy blue and white swing dress and tan sandals, ready to go.
Barely above a whisper, I couldn’t stop myself. “I loved our first date.” Then I swallowed a big mouthful of wine. He didn’t say anything, but continued to prepare dinner for us and asked me about my day and had me slicing tomatoes and chopping onions. I knew he wasn’t insensitive so I had to believe that he hadn’t heard me.
Before long, I had forgotten all about anything that wasn’t pleasant between us. Mason had me laughing as he told me stories from his childhood. I could not imagine raising four boys close in age. They sounded like a nice family; all of them active in a swim program every summer since they were little boys, that had them competing against different swim clubs. It was only Mason swimming, and Morgan playing water polo that actually participated in high school sports, and Morgan was the only one that played his sport in college and beyond. I didn’t dare comment about Morgan, but asked all about Mason. I learned that he was still doing competitive swimming in the form of triathlons a few times a year—another similarity to my father.
They say that girls often marry men like their fathers. Marry?! Why did that word pop into my head? It must’ve been all of the talking about our families that had me wandering down that lane. And maybe knowing that Mason’s mother had talked him through making a cucumber dill salad and pasta side dish to go with his gourmet burgers. He had made everything wonderful and I hated for the evening to end, but I remembered him talking about going through the normal steps of dating and we were on a do over date. So I thanked him for a lovely evening and suggested that he take me home. I was a bit shocked by his quick reply.
“Don’t you want to stay with me tonight?”
“I thought you wanted a total do over. No sex. A goodnight kiss and starting from there… the steps of getting to know each other.”
“I know you well and fuck taking it slow!”
I smiled all the way down the stairs to his bedroom below.
Chapter Nine…
By the time we hit his bed, our clothes had disappeared from our bodies and we were in full attack mode. Then our frantic groping and quick moves suddenly changed as we pulled back to catch our breaths. Glancing at each other without words for many seconds that felt like hours, Mason slowly traced my face with his fingers, then placed chaste kisses everywhere he had touched. He seemed to be communicating something different than any other time we had been intimate. It was as if he was truly looking at me and marking every inch of me as his when he began to say, “mine.”
Down my neck he began his sexy whispers with his lips sliding over my tingling skin. To each shoulder, collar bone, and then nipple… I loved the attention they received. His hot mouth sucking them into perfect peaks they sent a message straight to my tiny pearl that excited her thinking that his lips were heading for her too. The wait had me thinking of the ways I had teased him, taunted him, toyed with him, and I wondered if he was playing with me. If so, that was okay with me because I was loving how each skim and lick was heightening my anticipation and had me beyond wet, ready for his massive cock. I swallowed hard when he reached my hip bones and treated each one to a little delightful nibble. Then I heard the loudest “mine” as he kissed my tiny pink nest and smiled against it before I lost all control of my mind and body as he expertly caused shudders to ripple from my head to my toes.
Feeling incredible, Mason climbed back up the bed and covered my body with his heavy weight and it felt like heaven, pressed into the mattress. Capturing my mouth, he used his hand to move this hardness against my entrance and I welcomed him in deep. I enjoyed the way his movements were slow, caressing every nerve ending that was already standing at attention and happily anticipating the next pleasure wave to send them dancing. “Oh God… you feel so fucking amazing…” He was looking right into my eyes saying things with each thrust and I was lost to his words and loved every one. “You are so beautiful… stunning… yes… all mine!” His last word as he released into me was loud and almost like a roar, he had definitely made his mark.
I hated to feel him leave my body but I loved the way he cuddled me up next to him. The closeness I felt with him was different… more than the usual friendly feelings. I was pretty certain that I had already been falling hard for him, but something about that night sent me completely over the edge of lust to love. I prayed that he wouldn’t break my heart and started to think over everything that had happened between us thus far and thanks to his interruption, my mind didn’t have time to go to the negative side.
“I have a proposition for you.” He popped up on his forearm as if a light bulb had switched on in his brain, illuminating a brilliant idea that had been hidden away.
“Back to business already? I have barely caught my breath.” I literally panted.
“This is a business and personal matter. I told you, you’re mine,” he said with a kiss to the tip of my nose as he got out of bed and went to reach in a jacket pocket.
Back in between the sheets, he handed me a fancy envelope. I flipped it over, pulled up the flap and pulled out an invitation. “Who are these people?” I didn’t recognize their names or get the significance behind it.
“They are the first clients of To Blind Date to get married and they invited me. I get to bring a guest and I was thinking of taking my girlfriend, what do you say?”
“Me? Your girlfriend? As in friend that is a girl? Or as in you’re taking possession of me? As in, I’ve moved up from being the business mixed with pleasure girl?”
“I still want to mix business with pleasure where you are concerned, but I want so much more with you, Vivienne.”
My heart melted right there on the spot. I was putty in his hand and I wanted everything that he had to offer. Of course I agreed to be his date at the wedding and to being his business, pleasure, girlfriend all rolled into one. But really, how different could it be from what we had already been doing? We spoke often about business and since the day on my balcony we had enjoyed several intimate moments. Some playful, some quick and fast and some that included bickering and spanking. It was always different. It was always good. But it was always without extra bonuses such as simple couple things; holding hands, casual kisses, calling for no reason but to say hello.
The next weeks in our new relationship status I was treated to another side of Mason… the romantic boyfriend side that told me that he really had paid attention to my words. I had teased him for bringing flowers to our do over date and he made sure that the items I had rattled off were delivered to me along with many more creative items that he came up with on his own accord. Some showed up at the salon as they were appropriate and perfect to share with my employees; bouquets of cookies, fruits and candies… He had a food theme going which included a human being covered in sushi wearing nothing but a bikini. I asked him why he would send us a female when everyone that worked in Salon Luxe preferred a male body. Of course his reasoning was directed merely at me since he didn’t want me touching another man’s body. My rebuttal to that landed a quick slap to my butt cheek as a warning. Of course, I laughed and moved away from him playfully.
The home deliveries were a mix of naughty and fun; a bouquet of pink panties, a pink handbag, a pink cake with handcuffs i
nside of it—not sure how I was going to look Marzi’s mother in the face anymore—a hot pink box filled with spicy coffees from around the world, and my favorite was a pink surfboard with my name on it. There were many more but the list was much too long and some things were much too personal.
Using or consuming everything was enjoyable and the most fun was had on beach days. I hadn’t surfed in so long but it was like riding a bicycle thanks to having an amazing instructor years ago. Jade taught me so much and was so patient with me. I had forgotten how much of a workout it is and crashed the first night after we went out and I was so sore the next day. Not ready to get back out there, we just walked along the beach or played might be a better word. I kicked water at him and he chased me down the shore until he tackled me in the sand. Pinned under him, he tickled me until I cried uncle and then he kissed me silly as we rolled around in the damp sand.
“I bet you want to spank me.” I giggled, when we came up for air and he pulled me up to continue our walk with his arm around me toying with a big bow that tied my halter top closed—a task that required some extra help. Who knew Mason could tie such a perfect bow. He had me thinking of him wrapping presents—I was terrible at it and then it had me wondering if he would be tying his own bow tie for his tux at the wedding.
“I’d never spank you in public. That’s a private matter between us. I just want everyone to see how much I love you.”
“You love me?”
“From the moment you started arguing with me when I tried to pay you a compliment by saying you were stunning.” A favorite word of his still.
“I thought you meant that you were stunned by my pink hair.”
“It did take me back a bit but it suits you and I cannot picture you any other way.”
“Good thing.” I could not see me with another color either. “I have my wedding outfits all planned out around my hair,” I said with a laugh. I pretty much stuck to white, taupe, black, neutral shades so that I never clashed with my hair. Some colors really did not go with pink. I found that out the hard way a few times.
“Do you have your passport in a pink holder?” Yes, I did.
“Passport?!” I was confused. He mentioned it was a whole weekend thing and that we were invited to all of the events from a welcome cocktail hour, to the rehearsal dinner, and then the wedding and reception… even a brunch the following morning. But a trip… a plane ride never came up in our conversation.
“The wedding is in Paris. I showed you the fancy invitation.”
“Yes, in a darkened room and I was half coherent, floating on an orgasmic cloud. I believe there is a law against… a code violation for asking a person to do something after they have had their brains fucked out of them.” I had stopped walking and looked at him. “Are you pulling my leg? Paris, really?” How had I missed that? It was dark!
“Really. And if I were to pull anything, it would be this bow on the back of your top…” His hand was skimming the soft skin on my bare back. “…followed up by pulling off these shorts.” His hand cupped my ass briefly and then he released me, turned, and bent forward, telling me to hop on his back. “Let’s get out of here.”
Giggling, I jumped up on him and wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and enjoyed the walk to my car nibbling and licking the flesh on his neck. However, once Mason drove us back to my apartment, I enjoyed the playfulness in private far more and forgot all about the fact that I was going to Paris. I would worry about wardrobe adjustments, finding my passport, and buying better luggage after I received a loving bout of fucking provided by one hot and spicy Mason.
Loving… love… he said he loved me. I didn’t say it back. When he said that to me he brightened my whole world. I should’ve screamed it back in his handsome, boyish face that was thankfully, once again, smooth—lacking a stubbly beard. He looked like my perfect mystery date man… the man that had made me fall hard for him. The man that I truly loved. I would tell him the next time he said it to me I decided. Surely, other people messed up as I had. That’s the way love was, right? It wasn’t synchronized swimming, couples didn’t move in perfect rhythm… even if we had that down pat in between the sheets… We all expressed ourselves differently. He had to know I felt the same, didn’t he? My mind was spinning one question after the other that I had found myself totally lost until I felt a slap to my ass as I was turned onto all fours. Back in the fun and games, my mind soared with my body into the clouds once more, loving him… us… life in the moment. Every thought disappeared, replaced by pure la la pleasure.
Chapter Ten…
“I bet he proposes. Oh my God! Paris! The City of Love!” Vixen squealed and did a little swaying dance before hugging herself after I filled the café girls in on my travel itinerary. They still seemed unbelievable to me.
“City of Lights,” I corrected her and she waved her hand at me as if to swat away my words. I was sure she had read many love stories that were set in Paris.
“I love Paris…. summer… spring… all the time…” Evie sang to me.
“Bring me some of those Ladurée macarons. I don’t even care if they’re fresh. I want a variety box… I’ll give you money.” Marzi started digging in her front pocket and I stilled her hand—I would not take her money.
“I will bring souvenirs back for everyone. For sure you will have hot pink Eiffel Tower keychains to remind you of me.” I laughed. I wasn’t even sure they had them.
“I will pass on the pink keychain. I will just steal one of Marzi’s macarons,” Vin balked at my thoughtfulness. How could he not want my gift I kidded him and told him I would get him a smartass slogan t-shirt.
“How could I ever forget you? I am just so happy for you.” Pansie hugged me. “You found the perfect guy.”
“No such thing!” Saylor jumped into the conversation after finishing up with a customer and snagging a treasured seashell from her tip jar. “They are all flawed. Don’t be fooled. Looks are deceiving. Snakes and snails and puppy dog tails. Remember that…”
“Yes, I know, we are all sugar and spice and everything nice. No flaws to us,” I finished her usual definition of men and women. Then we all laughed at Saylor knowing that she wasn’t fooling us—she wouldn’t know what to do with herself if her beast stopped coming around and annoying her.
Filled with spiced latte and one too many pastry treats, I hugged the girls goodbye and set off to meet Mason at my apartment. He had arranged for a driver to drop us at the airport for a red eye to New York before continuing on to Paris. It was real. I was returning to Paris. I had dreamed of returning as a grown up. I was sure it would be different going with him. Seeing it through the eyes of an adult, I knew that I would appreciate it far more than I did as a young girl. I thought it was pretty spectacular back then, it had to be over the top amazing. I was right, it did not disappoint as we entered the city limits and I saw a few familiar landmarks, namely the Avenue des Champs-Élysées and the River Seine. I did not see the famous tower until we had checked in and threw open the French doors in our room… ooh la la! I… we had arrived.
And the whirlwind began right away—no time to rest—Mason pulled me out onto the streets to roam before we had to shower and dress for the cocktail party. I was delighted that he did, it seemed all new with him heading off the beaten path to sights I had not seen. In particular I was wowed by two different lush gardens; the Luxembourg Garden with its brightly colored sailboats and Parc Monceau with its pond and columns. They were both enchanting to my fairytale brain. I could hear Vixen in my head saying either of those two places are perfect for him to get down on one knee. Our stop for a glass of wine was near Canal Martin, another spot I had not been to and it had me thinking of one of my favorite movies. I could picture Amélie on a bridge and wished that we had gone to her café to see everyone—as if they would be there, I laughed to myself.
“We need to find a photo booth!” I exclaimed.
“You want to make-out in one or something?” He raised
an eyebrow.
“It’s an Amélie thing.” I bit my lip, waiting for him to call me silly or worse, he didn’t know the movie. That had to be a crime in my book and we may have had to part ways.
“Aah, we will find one and go to Sacré Coeur too… and maybe a porn shop.”
So happy, I leaned forward with my hand on either side of his handsome face and brought my lips to his. Surely kissing in Paris was acceptable, they invented the French kiss, right? I didn’t care if I was being totally inappropriate because I attacked his mouth hungrily and he complied equally. Finished with our wine, we popped onto the metro and found everything we were looking for before heading back to our hotel to get ready to join a group of strangers to celebrate their upcoming union.
Hors d’œuvres and lavender martinis greeted us the moment we entered a beautiful ballroom with dangling chandeliers. Not knowing anyone, we watched and waited to see who everyone was greeting since like us; men were in suits and women in dresses. A toast clued us in on the bride and groom to be and once they were free Mason swooped in and introduced us to them. That nearly incited a riot as they announced to everyone that Mason was the guest of honor for the event since his site had brought them to each other. The rest of the night was pretty much a blur after we got through the rehearsal run through as more and more toasts were made throughout dinner and dessert.
I woke the next morning realizing that I had not been christened on my first night in Paris with a man… not just any man either. But Mason made up for it bright and early by making my screams heard over the sound of church bells chiming out our doors. I say that because I only heard one of them before I was lost from the real world into my dreamy haze. I could have stayed right there in that bed for all eternity, basking in the afterglow. Mason, however, had more to show me and with a bit of a hangover we headed out, taking a trip to Versailles. A palace, what girl could turn down the chance to walk the historical halls where real life princesses strolled? Certainly not this girl! Vixen would have reprimanded me royally if I had refused. “Your prince could propose,” I heard her saying in my head. I had never really given marriage much thought but being in the midst of matrimonial events must’ve been affecting me.
