Passion desire Lust

When we landed in Paris my nose was running and I was coughing. I must have caught something during the flight because I felt miserable.

It was morning and the city was covered in clouds. Small snowflakes fell from the dark skies and I shivered as we waited for a taxi to take us to the hotel.

“I think you should stay in and get some rest, my dear,” said my grandmother when we had settled in our room.

It was a two-bedroom apartment with a living room and two bathrooms. The view showed the Eiffel Tower and the Seine river. I guessed it would have cost a good chunk of cash if it wasn’t for it being free. My grandfather had paid extra for me, but it wasn’t that much since he didn’t make a face when he handed over his credit card.

“I think you are right. Maybe I can sleep it off?”

“I’m leaving you something for the fever and if you want to, you can order as much room service as you want. Your grandfather and I should be back in the late afternoon. We want to see a few museums. We will wait with the Louver until you are feeling better.

After they had left I took a long hot shower, hoping it would relax me a bit. As I soaped my body I realized I hadn’t shaved my cunt in a few days. What was the point if Brad wouldn’t fuck me anytime soon? I thought about doing it but decided against it. I figured that it would be good for the skin to give it a rest.

Wearing a terrycloth bathrobe, courtesy of the hotel, I went to my bed and fell asleep.

When I woke up it was dark outside and I thought it was night. I called out but got no response. When I turned on the TV in my room, I saw it was just after three in the afternoon. Darkness came early during the winter. I realized I was hungry and went looking for the room service menu.

The man on the other end of the line spoke good English and promised my order would be up in less than thirty minutes. While I waited, I channel surfed until I found an English channel showing reruns of CSI Miami.

There was a knock on the door a while later and when I opened it a young woman in a black uniform stood outside with a large tray.

“Your order, madam,” she said and smiled.

“Thank you. Could you put it on the table in the living room, please?”

Her uniform showed off a pair of long legs and the skirt ended about ten inches below her ass. I looked away and scolded myself for staring. She placed the plates on the table and took off the lids. The smell of steak and French Fries reached my nostrils and my stomach growled.

“Is everything as you wanted it?” she said. Her voice was deep and the accent was heavy.

“Yes, it looks wonderful, thank you.”

As I walked back to the door to open it for her I saw my grandparents had been thoughtful enough to leave some money for tips. I gave her a few notes.

“Thank you. If you need anything else, please call. My name is Annabelle and I am on duty until midnight.”

“I am Faith,” I put out my hand and shook hers. It was warm and incredibly soft.

After she had left I ate and thought about her. I put her age around twenty-five which made her a bit older than I. Her hair was long and curly, but she had worn it with a clasp showing of a long neck. Her face was oval and her nose, maybe just a little bit too big. Her lips were sensually curved and when we shook hands, I had seen her boobs pressing hard against her white blouse. Either they were large or her blouse was a size or two too small. The fact was, she was beautiful and sensual.

I was halfway through my steak when my mobile rang. I went into the bedroom and saw it was my grandparents calling.

“How are you feeling?” my grandfather asked.

“A bit better. The fever is gone and my throat isn’t as sore as before.”

“That’s good news. Margeret and I were thinking about having dinner out. Would you mind?”

At first it hurt a little, but then I remembered, Annabelle was working until late. Maybe I could order more things and get to know her better?

“No problem. You guys have fun, I’ll watch TV.”

After I had hung up I finished off the food and stayed on the sofa watching TV. Around six I became thirsty and looked at the menu. I couldn’t decide if I should order a soft drink or something stronger. I had never been a big drinker, just some beers with Brad or my girlfriends. I decided on wine. I was in France and that was what the French drank. I made my order and ten minutes later there was a knock on the door.

“Your wine, madam.”

Annabelle smiled and came in while I held the door open. She took the dirty plates and put them in the tray she was carrying and then placed the wine bottle and a glass on the table. She opened the bottle one-handed and poured an inch. I realized I was supposed to try it.

“Mm, this is very nice,” I said.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“Do you drink wine?”

“Yes, but not this kind. It is too expensive.”

“Would you like to try some?”

“No, no, I am on duty.”

“C’mon, I won’t tell.”

“Do you promise?”

“Of course.” I handed her my glass and she took a sip.

“You are right, this is fantastic.”

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I am usually a bit shy around people I don’t know, but something about Annabelle made me want to spend time with her. I knew what it was, I wanted to be with her, and get that fantasy out of my system. But how would I know if she was into girls?

“We should, but I can’t here at the hotel.”

Suddenly I was feeling a lot better. The prospect of having a drink with her made me forget about my runny nose and sore throat. The problem was that she finished at midnight and my grandparents would be back before then. I had to come up with an idea of how to sneak out while they slept.

“I will call room service and ask for you around eleven-thirty.”

“No, just call and make a breakfast order. If you order a hot chocolate you can’t see me. If you order tea I will meet you at the Mc Donald’s two blocks down.”

When she had left I leaned against the door and closed my eyes. What was I doing? Meeting a complete stranger at night in a city I didn’t know. It wasn’t like me.