An American in Paris

The way the instruments came together was simply marvelous. They were improvising and Sam knew that she was leading them from the moment he had challenged her. She was terrific, the sight of her as she played and her hair flew, her cheeks turned red, the way she bit her lower lip in ecstacy as she bowed half standing over the piano -- he could see her curves moving under the dress. Nice bum...Time for a drink, he downed one glass with one sip.

The crowd behind him was going crazy dancing, shouting and cajoling as the band upped the tempo and the trumpet bridged one piece by solo with the next. Rosa was intent to show Mr. Superior his place, but as she started to play the music became more important and she nearly forgot about him had it not been for the fact that he was replacing her drink with a fresh one, his face a rather pleasant sight for the time she caught a glimpse of it.

Really what was going on here?

Sam removed himself to the terrace to clear his head. It was very unusual for him to get carried away like this. Below him the city lay in silence, stars were shining brightly above and his breath formed little white clouds as he drank the whiskey from his glass. A toast! - To private parties, strangely magnetic women and ways around the prohibition on the good old continent. Now he would do rather well if he kept his mind occupied. And he knew just how, though he couldn't shake a hint of foreboding.

If only he knew what was happening to him.

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They had played for what seemed hours and Rosa was exhausted when she finally managed to leave the stage and find a quiet corner to breathe deeply. Tonight's jam had been one of the most fun and challenging experiences in her musical history. She felt elated and after she had calmed down a very fine thought crept into her conscious mind. Where had he vanished to? Had he left? Why had he so suddenly shown some decency no even friendliness in his behaviour towards her? She grimaced at the silently growing wish to go look for him. Rosa moved and found herself another drink.

Ah what was it her father used to tell her? Stay away from men who present themselves as enigma. Sir Superior counted amongst them no doubt yet she couldn't help it he was there in her thoughts. Thankfully Helen appeared at this moment to pull her away laughing no doubt about to lead them into mischief.

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The woman flinched as Sam pulled at her long blonde hair to upright her head back towards him his cock buried deep inside her tight behind. He was moving roughly but in a steady pace. He loved to draw out the sensations of pulling in and out, teasing his partner until oblivion, slapping the round cheeks with real force, reaching to the front to squeeze or pinch the erect nipples, pull them until he evoked moaning or pleas for mercy -- depending on whether the woman had experience or not. The feeling of control and responsibility made him drunk, calmed his nerves and cleared his mind.

He hadn't noticed how much in need he was for a session until this very moment and all because of this young foolish, pretty, mischievous, interesting, unique, talented... hold on you can't possibly be still thinking about her.. Get yourself together Samuel, he thought and increased the rhythm. Maybe the whip or cane will help in finding his composure. A grin spread across his face as he imagined a slender body with chestnut hair tousled by his hands bound to a wall biting her lip just as during her piano playing interspersed with screams as his favourite three tail met the soft white skin on her legs and round cheeks leaving marks of his need to possess and conquer. With a drawn out shout Sam came inside the blonde woman wishing it was brown eyes that turned around to search his with the plea for more.

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Helen was pulling Rosa along with the promise that she had met two young Gentlemen looking for as much pleasure as they were willing to give. They met in the corridor between rooms, it had gotten very late most private places were occupied, so with little persuasion the two women found themselves pressed against the walls in passionate kisses. Rosa did enjoy herself, the way her neck was spoiled, yet something just kept tugging at her mind even as the young man asked for permission to enter her while nibbling at her earlobes.

Just at this moment two people turned a corner and started mid-step. Rosa's eye caught his and it felt as if two flames were trying to devour each other. Was it minutes or hours that passed? Rosa pushed herself free cursing under her breath as he turned around with a huff leaving the blond woman whose hip he had hugged just seconds earlier standing in astonishment. She hit the wall in frustration and walked in the opposite direction leaving a perplexed Helen behind. Two hearts tried desperately to convince themselves that they did not care.

Did not care at all. Just so you know it!

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Rosa's steps had slowly taken her towards the river Seine, the stars were bright and she shivered under her coat as she looked over the calm water trying to bring order into her every sensation. It was hard to understand something she had never quite felt this way before. She was torn between anger and vulnerability and leaned against the railings as a soft warm coat was being put on top of hers around her shoulders. He had brought an open bottle of champagne with him and had a big gulp offering her a turn. Rosa obliged feeling her chaos turn into curiosity and concern. He must be freezing just in his shirt, a shirt that very clearly outlined the strong build underneath. Sam looked at her with a contemplative but mildly wanting expression. He stepped up close and pushed a loose strand of hair away to muster her face with intensity.

"So what's your name then or do you wish me to keep calling you Sir Peacock?"

He smiled at her cockyness.

"I am Samuel David Hall. Whether I allow you to address me at all is another question."

"Rosa Lilias King. Not sure if it's a pleasure to meet you. Yet."

She turned and caught his eye with her own as somewhere a clock struck the count to midnight. On a whim Rosa stepped up on her toes and kissed him teasing his lips with her tongue until he opened his mouth and she felt her own connect with his like in an electric current. Sam felt his heart lurch. I must not fall in love with him one mind whispered while the other promised itself that he would make her do just that. He took her face in his hands and smiled.

"Happy Valentine's Day Sam."

"Happy Valentines' Miss Rosa."

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