1. We'll Always Have Paris-1


    Date: 10/2/2015, Categories: First Time, Lesbian Sex, Masturbation, Author: stif266, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    When the taxi lurched to a sudden stop, Diana nearly fell off the back seat. &#034Voila!&#034 the driver said, his right hand gesturing at the hotel entrance. Not much of an entrance, Diana thought. Well, she'd wanted the Left Bank and now she had it. When she climbed out of the taxi, she could see the St. Germain des Pres church up ahead, which made her feel much better. The hotel might be small, but at least here she was in the midst of youthful memories. The driver happily carried her two bags into the hotel entrance, and when he returned she tipped him, he tipped his cap, they smiled at each other, and at last she entered the hotel to begin her weekend in Paris. She wanted it. A weekend away from Michael and that stuffy conference in Rome. Three days alone in Paris was just what she needed before returning to reality in New York. Everyone had their city of dreams, and for her it was Paris. This was her first time back in f******n long years, and she was already electrified by the place. The lobby of the hotel was minuscule, another woman, evidently a new guest, standing unattended at the desk with her luggage at her side. Diana's luggage sat nearby under a rubber plant. The other woman turned, looked at Diana and said. &#034Do you speak English? He was here just a moment ago, then he said he'd be back in a moment and he left.&#034 Diana smiled. &#034It's not the Ritz, is it? But it's quite comfortable. I stayed here once years ago and I liked it.&#034 The woman seemed ...
    relieved. She was an attractive woman in a sleeveless green dress, short brown hair and brown eyes. American, obviously. A pleasant voice with the drawl of the South. But something bothered Diana about this woman, and suddenly she realized what it was: the woman reminded her of Marion. An older Marion, but still Marion. Of course it couldn't be. But the reminder was disconcerting. &#034Well, that's good news,&#034 the woman said. &#034This is my first trip to Paris and I had to make the reservation here from Frankfurt in a hurry and nothing else seemed available. At least that's what the tourist agency in Frankfurt told me.&#034 Then she smiled and held out her hand. &#034Anyway, my name's Susan and I'm happy to meet another American here.&#034 Diana shook her hand briefly. &#034I'm Diana. Do you have friends here?&#034 &#034Oh no, I don't know a soul in Paris. I'm here on a lark just for the weekend.&#034 Diana smiled. &#034Well, so am I. Where are you from in the States?&#034 &#034Charleston, South Carolina.&#034 &#034Pretty town.&#034 Susan beamed. &#034Yes it is. So you've been there.&#034 &#034Years ago. I'm from New York.&#034 At that moment the hotel-keeper arrived, muttering something in French, then smiling at the women. Diana stood by as Susan registered and handed over her passport. Yes, Susan did look like Marion. The same soft brown hair and luscious figure. Diana felt a sudden sadness at all the years that had passed without any knowledge of Marion. And now this ...
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