Tour de France.
2096 Words
I was constantly going to the doctors office to fix my teeth ,my hair and my skin. I was in ruins.
And because the surgery was very abrasive I was not allowed to go out much.As I was recovering from drugs I was not allowed at the bars.I have a daily check from my therapist.
Life was quite boring actually. I used to spend most of my time in the hotel room.I didn’t shop or watch movies or did anything.
One day, I was waiting for my driver in the lobby to go to the dentist and I saw Mike.
Here we go into a flash back:
Rhea wearing a black hooded jacket, you can just see her crouched down on looking into phone. She was wearing figure-hugging House of CB dress that's basically painted on under the hood with dad sneakers.
Mike sitting at the end of the room near the bar notices her and walks up to her to offer company.
Normally Rhea is not a shy girl, but she was not in her element. She felt uncomfortable as she was not looking her best.
But looking at Mike she didn’t want to be rude and so she indulges in conversation.
“May I sit with you” he asked politely.
“Sure”. She sits comfortable.
“ I have not seen you around much, are you new?” He asked.
“No, I have been here for a while but I don’t feel like going out much.” She replies calmly.
“He springs back, this is Paris you don’t like to go out much?!” He exclaims.
Rhea just smiles.
“Come on, I am not sure who ruined Paris for you but I can surely show you around and you will be amazed at what you are missing “. He looks at Rhea with a smooth smile.
The doorman walks in and informs Rhea that the car is out.Mike turns around to look at the doorman and Rhea looks at him Mike in his jeans, graphic t-shirts, flannels, sneakers, and army-inspired gear.
His street wear consisted of faded light-rinse slim-fitting jeans, clean white sneakers, a flannel over a shirt, and a military-style jacket.
His hair was perfectly styled, sides short and blended near the top, spiked up with gel and his beard well groomed.
Rhea gets up from her chair, walks two steps ahead and turns back. Mike is watching her. He also gets up.
Rhea smiles.
Mike says “ so that’s an yes, I can pick you up tomorrow.”
Rhea walks out smiling.
The next day. Rhea wakes up in the morning. Does a small facial. Using ice cubes she de puffs her face. She calls for a hairdresser for a good blowout.
Looking at the closet in her room confused she stares for a minute.After ruffling through a few clothes finds the best match for the day.She gets a call asking her to come to the lobby as a guest is waiting.
She walks down, while she is walking down the stairs all eyes on her.
She opted for a sophisticated look with an added sprinkle of something sexy. wearing a chic white mini dress, belted at the waist.Her look had the appearance of a crisp button-down shirt.
She paired the tiny dress with chunky black ankle boots, a matching clutch, and sunglasses.
Mike greets her at the end of the stairs. “Mike, Mike Monfredini at your service.”he bows.
Both laugh and walk towards the door. Mike “You look beautiful, but”
Rhea interrupts him “ you don’t like what I am wearing, I am absolutely amazed that you would instruct on how to dress in our first meeting, you have no rights to...”
Now Mike interrupts her. “Hey,hey I mean you look beautiful, but I thought we would use this to see Paris and that’s why I spoke about the dress.
Mike actually got a Vespa on rent so they can have a nice and easy tour in Paris. He points to the vehicle saying the dress would feel uncomfortable on a scooter.
Rhea, smiles embarrassed and apologetic.“I am sorry, let me change and come back. Can you give me sometime.”
“Of course, don’t worry about it”.
Rhea walks inside to change and come down in precisely twenty minutes.
This time she is wearing a Balenciaga knife Ankle boots, Hermes Kelly mini crocodile bag, Levi’s dad jeans and a cropped cutout leather jacket. Her hair pulled back in a bun.
Mike still waiting for her. Smiles “wow, you look nice.”Rhea smiles” shall we?”She hops on the Vespa. “Have you ever used a scooter before”asks Mike.“No, Mr. Monfredini I have not.”
“Ok! It’s better you hug me from behind, I don’t want you to fall off.”Rolling my eyes, I agree. “ ok, ok let’s go”.
I actually missed my therapy that day. I was hoping this will be a fun filled day with brunch, dinner sightseeing.
Mike starts the Vespa and they go out for a ride.
Mike says “ before we arrive at a cafe or we meet anyone I would like to inform some basics about Paris ok.”
“Sure.” Rhea.
“While the French people have a reputation for being rude, it really comes down to the fact that their expectations for politeness are elevated.
For example, asking someone if they speak English without saying hello first is considered rude, and when dining out, the French eat at their leisure, so you’ll likely have to ask for your server’s attention when you’re finished with a meal.
Knowing these small details can go a long way toward feeling comfortable here.simple terms like merci, s’il vous plait, and bonjour (please, thank you, and hello) go a long way also!”
“Excuse me, this is my first time here in Paris.” Scoffed Rhea.
“No,no. I don’t mean the fancy Paris that you have visited with the guides.I am talking about the locals about the Paris that we locals have grown in.
That’s the exciting place I want you to experience.” He assured.
Rhea just bit her tongue. She felt that she had to give this guy a fair chance. Not judge him constantly.
After about an hour’s ride, they take a right turn into a gateway that leads into a large courtyard separated into uneven sections by a mossy flagstone path. On either side smooth lawns stretched away.
One segment held a large and shaggy mulberry tree, its branches sagging beneath a heavy load of fruit. The east segment was half lawn and half wood.
Tall broad leaved trees of alder, oak, beech and other various deciduous trees were growing thick and wild.
The eye was led irresistibly to the stone tower, a tall building attached to an outdoor corridor.
“I didn’t know such a place even existed, wow it’s such a romantic place.” Rhea mounts down the scooter and starts exploring the place.
Smiling Mike follows her. Unzipping his bag he kneels down ( not to propose) but to set up a cute picnic. He lays a blanket and set up a bottle of wine with some fruits and cake.
The ride definitely had sharpened their appetite.
Rhea come around after a tour of the garden, Mike sitting on the blanket, taps on the ground indicating her to come join him.
She sits opposite to him, they enjoy the wine talking about their lives the time passes so fast it was almost evening.
The glowing sun, a crisp circle in the bloody sky, illuminated the path they were sitting in.
While she sips wine, Mike leans over and whisper in her ear. This light makes you more sexy.
Rhea playfully pushes him back and runs her hand across her hair then picks up the wine glass and starts drinking. Still smiling she gets up to walk the path and see where it leads.
Mike, packs the blanket into his bag and walks behind her.
The wind is calm. Rhea open her hair to relax and her hair falls on the shoulder and the wind slowly carries her hair down.
Mike walks up to her and kisses her on her shoulder. She turns back and closes her eyes.
He slowly runs his hand on her waist and pulls her closer to him.
He leans down and kisses her slowly just enough to taste the wine on her lips.
She presses her hand against his arm to grab his shirt, moaning she kisses him back passionately.
He pulls her hair back, and starts kissing down her neck. Tilting to the side Rhea grabs a creeper and breaks it while still moaning very slowly.
Just as he reaches to her top, as it is already low licks on the cleavage and very sensuously pulls her top down.
Exposing her right br**st he makes circles on her nip**les. She clenches her body.
He turns, looks at Rhea and starts kissing her again this time by taking hold of the lower lip between two fingers, and then touching it with his tongue, pressing it with great force with the lip.
And proceeds to press her b**bs, pulling away from the kiss he goes down to lick her b**bs,very lightly he licks her nip**l.
Rhea herself pulls her top down and pushes his face to her left br**st. He holds both the br**st and licks her cleavage and starts sucking on the b**bs leaving a lot of hickeys.
He pulls her hand that’s tearing through his clothes, and places it on one of her b**bs and asks to press on them.
He then kneels down and licks the belly button and sucked on in aggressively.
She tries to push him off, but he continues.
Just then they hear footsteps appear. “Hey, whose there”.screams a guy.
Mike springs back up and Rhea pulls her top down. Mike grabs her with his left hand and wiping his lips with his right arm run towards the scooter.
Running in heals was difficult especially on gravel, however the adrenaline rush was so high that they just make it on time and leave the premises.
They make it out in time. Helmets clunking together they start laughing. Holding him tight she finds comfort in him among the chaos.
They ride till they reach the hotel. Dropping her off he waits for her to go inside, but soon runs in behind her.
“It was fine” says Mike holding her hand and rubbing her palm slowly. Leans down and kisses her softly on the cheek and leaves.
Looking down she smiles. Watched him walk away.Turns back with a tender smile.
Wait, when is he coming back? Where does he live? Are we meeting again? How did he not discuss all of this. Rhea runs out to see if she can catch up to Mike. However, he left.
Disappointed she walks back to her room.
Sixteen missed calls, I had missed the appointment, dad called to check on me my therapist office called. But there was such a calm in Rhea’s life. She was somewhat un bothered.
She takes off all her clothes. Walks towards the mirrors and starts touching her b**bs, they are covered with hickeys. Purple marks seemed like trophies.
Her belly button also covered with hickeys.Playing music she starts pulling her panties up. They are satin, soft and wet. Tugging on them she pulls it back and forth.
Slowly taking them off, looks in the mirror biting her lips and slowly rubbing her P**sy with her hand.
The phone rings. It tears through the beautiful moment, panic stricken she walks up to the phone. It’s dad, she ignores the call and walks into the shower.
The warm shower creates a mist on the glass, leaning on the glass that’s cold she bites her lips smiles and walks back to her bed without drying her body, lays on the bed with her hair wet and the body soaking wet.
The water drops combined with the cooling air in the room makes her shiver, she kind of wants to suffer. Wants to feel the pain.
The phone rings yet again, stabbing the pillow with her hand in frustration she gets up. Picks up a robe from the floor to cover her naked body.
Running towards the phone, murmuring she answers the phone.
“You missed therapy today, you know our deal Rhi” yells a voice.
“Dad, I swear I didn’t mean to miss it. I just walked out for a bit and found a beautiful place for medication,it was very relaxing I swear I lost track of time. I swear, you can have my blood tested tomorrow. I didn’t do anything wrong.” She pleaded.
“Ok, give Mona the details of this place, if it helps make it a routine. I have a lot going on in my life I cannot keep tab on where you are every now and then.”
“Rhea assures “ I will not disappoint you dad, I will make you proud.”
The phone call ends.
Rhea exhaustively walks towards her drawer to take her prescribed medication, where she sees her trusty vibrator calling out for her.
She picks it up, it’s the best day to use it for sure.
But abruptly keeps it back, wanting a little more than just pleasure. She wanted the real thing.
How do I find this guy again?
- Writer
