Debbie's plane lands with a screech as the tires hit the concrete runway and slowly taxi towards the terminal. She begins thinking of Leigh,
"How long has it been?" she asks herself.
The plane stops at the terminal and people begin to file out. Leigh spots Debbie and calls out her name giving the other a big smile and bigger hug.
"I'm so excited. This is going to be great. I just wish I had more then the couple of days here," Debbie says.
"That's okay," Leigh replies, "I'm only here for a couple of days myself."
Debbie gathers her things and heads towards the baggage claim, while she and Leigh make plans what sights to see first. Their taxi whisks them towards their hotel, down motorway A1 to Port De Rucey and continuing until they arrive at The Villa Lutece Port Royal, a quaint boutique hotel on the preferred left bank.
Wasting little time checking in, they both drop off their luggage and begin an adventure in and around the streets of Paris. Taking advantage of her flights early arrival, Debbie decides to venture the Louvre to view the Monet's, Renoir's, and Matisse and of course, the most popular painting in the world, The Mona Lisa.
While wondering around the art, she notices a rakish looking man. Broad shouldered, salt and pepper hair, goatee, handsome in his own way. She nudges Leigh pointing in his direction and whispers,
"I think I've seen him before."
Strangely enough, she whispers back,
"Yes, he does have a familiar look."
They both laugh as thoughts pervade their minds of seeing him naked. Their attention returns to the paintings on the wall when Debbie feels a slight chill. Her skin tingles and goose bumps appear. It's as if she can feel his eyes penetrating the back of her head. She can't resist another quick glimpse and peeks over her shoulder, but he's gone nowhere to be seen. Slightly disappointed, she turns back to look at the art.
Spending the majority of the day at the Louvre, they both decide that their hungry and talk about where to go for dinner. It's too far to walk back to the hotel, so they find a little cafe off a side street, and settle down for a drink and a light dinner.
The waiter seats them next to the railing along the curb and waits impatiently for their orders, then whisks the menus away after they've each ordered a lobster salad and a glass of red wine. Taking a moment to relax, Debbie rubs her feet to relieve the stress from all the walking. Her senses notice a shadow move off to her left. Again, her skin tingles and more goose bumps appear. She turns her head slowly and sees him being seated only a couple of tables away.
Wondering if he's following her or if it's just fate, she coughs lightly, clearing her throat, in a subtle attempt to get Leigh's attention.
"Et-hm."
Leigh looks at Debbie, who gestures with a nod towards the rakish stranger. Leigh's eyes stare briefly, before looking back at Debbie smiling, whose eyes are glossy and distant. Leigh can tell she's lost in her own thoughts of lust and passion. She gives her a knowing smile while thoughts of nakedness run wild in her own head.
After they eat, Debbie and Leigh take the metro that's closest to their hotel so each can change clothes for an evening out. Having heard that you're just not a real tourist until you've seen the Moulin Rouge, the two women have the hotel concierge make the necessary arrangements to see that evening's performance.
Debbie takes a quick shower and wraps herself in a towel. Leigh knocks on the door asking if she can come in.
"Yeah, sure," Debbie replies and returns to applying her eye liner.
Assuming that she's looking at herself in the mirror, Leigh turns on the water, tests it with her hand for the right temperature and then removes her robe.
Debbie's eyes are drawn to her nakedness, the broad shoulders, the narrow waist and the heart shape of her ass. She had always thought Leigh was beautiful, but seeing her this way brought feelings of sexual desire for her. Debbie's gaze lingers longer than expected.
Leigh notices Debbie looking at her in the mirror and smiles just before she goes into the shower. Feeling a little embarrassed, Debbie returns to her cosmetics, but Leigh's image lingers in her mind. She can feel herself become wet as she thinks of Leigh's naked body behind the thin fabric that blocks her view from the shower. Debbie smiles at herself thinking about the possibilities.
Complimenting each other on how the other one looks, they make their way down to the hotel lobby where the taxi waits. The cabbie quickly drives to the show and tells them to be weary of pick pockets, then darts off to his next fare.
The show proves to be everything advertised, mostly men and tourists, lots of smoke and of course, topless women. Wondering exactly why they choose to see this show, they leave prematurely and walk to the nearest metro.
Leigh heard of a really popular night club and felt like seeing how the real Parisians party. The metro makes two stops, one at Faubourg St. Honore and the other at Avenue Montaigne, where unbelievingly, the same handsome stranger boards. He looks left then right, making eye contact with Debbie and then smiles. The same smile that she saw earlier that day at the Louvre. Smiling back, Debbie looks down feeling somewhat embarrassed and at Leigh, who looks at Debbie and then up at the stranger approaching.
"Pardon moi. Parlez vous, englais?" he asks.
"Oui," Debbie replies somewhat surprised.
