“Hello cherie.”
Gui kissed both of Sabrina’s cheeks, his voice made her clit tremor. His voice, and the resonance of it that did it to her…all over Paris…
She was excited when she heard that he was coming to New York. He was with Carole, and Sabrina was happy to see them in the city at a wine bar near where he worked.
She wanted then to meet Harry, especially since they were both couples.
Paris was Paris, and New York was New York. She was not planning anything with them, she was just going to introduce them to Harry.
“So where is your Harry!” Carole questioned, looking around and squeezing her knee.
“He will be here soon,” Sabrina said, her eyes darting about and looking at her Apple watch.
When she saw Harry, her breath caught. He looked sexy as ever in a suit, and looked a little rumpled. He delivered a swift kiss to her, and she wrapped her arm about his neck.
Carole looked at her approvingly.
Even more approvingly in the ladies’ room to freshen up, before they headed to their hotel room upstairs for more drinks.
At least…
“He is sexy, very manly!” Carole grinned, looking at her through the mirror. “There is quite a love story between you!”
“You and Gui look amazing!” Sabrina replied.
Carole smiled, and continued styling her hair.
“Mais oui,” she grinned.
When they left the bathroom, in the restaurant as they were leaving, Sabrina saw a woman who looked like Renee, and she stared for a moment, before walking away. Staying in New York made it possible that she could run into her past. Renee, or her doppleganger did not feel Sabrina’s look on her, and Sabrina left with the others.
“Are you okay?” Harry took her arm, and she nodded.
Upstairs in the hotel room, Carole drank and vaped. Sabrina did not vape often, but loved the gorgeous implement that Carole used for her pleasure. Harry surprised her, and took a hit. She held his thigh as he offered her some and she shook her head.
Sabrina thought about her entire evening like photo stills: Seeing Carole and Frank, seeing Harry walk into the bar, being in the bathroom with Carole, thinking she saw Renee and the possible collision of her prior life with her current life in her head and now in the hotel room.
But now she could see clearly, her swiveling hips as she rode Harry in the full-length mirror. Carole and Frank were about each other, and that was all that she had wanted all night. Harry had been very receptive to it of course when she straddled him. They both watched her hips, but she felt it—felt Harry inside her and that was far more rapturous that anything that the naked eye could see.
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I’m getting a bit panicky at the idea the current and previous lives might coincide. I don’t have enough faith that she’ll stick with Harry, even though he seems so damn good for her on at least one level. 😉
recently, i have been writing the things i fear here. it has been so fun, but very scary!!!