Taxi to Paris (25 page)

"Please dance with me one more time." Her eyelashes batted at me. How could I resist that? She led me into the large parlor. We'd never really used it since I'd been there, but the parquetry floor was of course perfectly suited for dancing.

"But only a waltz or something," I qualified. "I'm really too tired for anything faster."

"No problem." She put on a CD. The sound of a waltz filled the room. She went to the door. "I'll be right back."

I acknowledged her weakly with my hand. I sat in one of the Louis XV chairs and stretched out my legs. When she came back, I would tell her I was going to bed. I was really dog-tired. It took awhile before she returned. I was just about to give up and go to bed. If only I hadn't promised her the dance!

I heard a rustling sound, and she stood in the doorway. In an evening gown!

No scene from a film could have been more breathtaking. And certainly nowhere in the world an actress who knew how to wear an evening gown as perfectly as she. I hoped I wasn't staring at her with an open mouth. I certainly couldn't have moved at that moment.

What an idea, to bring out her evening gown now! She came over to me gracefully. Her bare shoulders were perfect. Her walk was seduction itself.

I had to run to bed before the fire that had been building in me all evening burst out. If I broke my promise to her, I'd never be able to look myself in the eye again. Was that possible - a world without mirrors?

My thoughts were all jumbled together in one big heap. The eroticism of the dance, my exhaustion, and now seeing her in this dress that seemed to have been made for seduction... I stood up quickly, before she had quite reached me. It was a good thing that the room was so large.

She stood still and smiled. "Do you like it?"

I had to tear my eyes from her shoulders and her low-cut neckline. I wondered at the fact that dresses like this were legal to wear in public. It seemed to me that many less-harmful things were forbidden.

I smiled at her. "You've knocked me unconscious with this dress. I have to gather my wits again. You look simply...," I couldn't imagine a word that would convey the overwhelming impression she made on me, "fantastic."

"Thank you." She accepted the compliment in her usual polite manner. "Then it was worth it for me to change clothes."

"It was." I was still having trouble with my grasp of language.

She came closer. "Would it bother you to lead? In this dress..."

I understood. It just didn't fit. She wanted to savor the feeling. I made a joke to hide my insecurity. "If you don't mind running into the furniture."

She laughed her satiny laugh. "I trust you." The next waltz began. This time, she did nothing. She left everything to me. I took her in my arms and had to take a deep breath. No more barriers between us! I wasn't used to the dress. I began to dance with her, and as always, she followed perfectly. The dress swung around her and emphasized her movements. My mind crumbled. I couldn't dance with her like this anymore! It could only lead to one thing. But I couldn't let go of her, either. One dance - just one dance! I swung her around, and she followed willingly. I really did lead her right by the furniture, despite the size of the room. Now I understood why the ballrooms in old mansions were so enormous. With these dresses, that was the absolute minimum.

I enjoyed it more and more. The silk was thin, although it rustled so much. I felt her thigh clearly against mine. It was an exciting feeling, just like she'd said. I had always thought that dresses like this were, except for the plunging necklines, quite conservative. I could no longer claim that. On the contrary, they offered just the right combination of hidden nakedness, of secretive borders between cloth and skin, indirect and for that reason doubly erotic.

I couldn't stop when the music changed. I swept into it with her - I was fully aware that this was more her decision than mine - and wished that I'd never have to let go of her. Except for one reason: to help her out of the dress. The closeness of her body and the way we moved together as we danced increased my arousal even more. If I didn't stop now, I was going to carry her off to bed soon, with or without the dress!

The waltz ended, and I spun her around where we stood. She leapt into the air in enthusiasm. I caught her, breathing heavily, and then let go of her when her feet were solidly back on the ground.

She gasped a bit for air herself, then looked at me, beaming with joy. "What was it you said: you can't dance?"

I demurred. "You know very well that you did most of the work. That's why it was so easy for me."

She laughed freely. "Yes, sometimes it was a little difficult for me to follow you. You make that little half-step with which I'm not familiar."

"You see." I let out a humble sigh. "And I didn't even notice that."

She looked me right in the eyes. "I enjoy letting you lead me." Oh, boy! There was something lurking in there! Her eyes glittered seductively.

"I won't do it," I tried to convince myself.

She acted as though she hadn't understood me. "What won't you do?"

"I won't sleep with you as long as you don't get anything from it." If she really had to hear it again!

"Who told you it's like that?" She bent over and kissed me. Passionately. Aroused.

But I wasn't sure. She'd betrayed herself once before. She never made the same mistake twice. Certainly not in her job.

She pulled back a little and looked at me. She was breathing heavily. The dress emphasized that even more. I could see how her breasts rose and fell.

I rested my hands on her bare shoulders. "Please," I begged her. "Don't take revenge on me for this evening. Not like this."

She looked at me without comprehension. Then she understood. "Is that what you think?" She didn't seem annoyed.

"I don't know." I stopped, uncertain, and hesitated. "I only know that I couldn't take it if you acted something out for me."

"And if that's not what I'm doing?" She ran her lips gently over my cheek.

"That's what I'm not sure about," I replied honestly, although her touch was sending lightning through my whole body. "You come up with the strangest ideas when you want to thank me for something."

Now she stopped. She laughed softly. "Strange?"

"Well, yeah." She knew exactly what I meant. I looked at her helplessly. "I don't want you to do it for me. Please..."

She said nothing. She looked at my face. I couldn't read her expression. Slowly, she bent forward. Her lips came closer and closer. She kissed me very lovingly. Her tongue entered my mouth tenderly. She stroked the tip of my tongue with hers until I began to moan. She caressed my lips from the inside once more, and then she pulled back.

"You want it too," she concluded happily.

My knees were shaking. "Of course." I gasped for breath and was completely confused. "That's not the question." This was all up to her!

"Yes," she contradicted. "It was for me. You've been very reserved for awhile now."

"I promised you I would," I replied, not quite understanding what she was after.

She laughed tenderly. "The fact that you always keep your promises has started to get just a little irritating."

"Why? What else are promises there for?" And it had been difficult enough for me as well!

She pressed her cheek against mine and sighed. "How self-explanatory that is to you. I'm just not used to that. I thought you didn't want me anymore. You never reacted. Not even this evening. Until now."

I laughed, amazed. "I didn't want you? I wanted nothing else the whole time. But I won't do anything if you don't get anything from it." I looked at her probingly. "You can seduce me any time you want. You should know that. I can only resist you when I keep my distance."  I had to laugh. I held one hand up between us. "Not at this distance, anyhow!" I took the hand away again and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. I pulled her close to me. "I want you. I want you so much," I whispered in her ear.

The dress rustled. I'd never heard a more erotic sound in my life. She pressed her whole body against mine and stood that way.

"I want you too!" Her voice had suddenly taken on a desperate tone. "If only I could convince you of that! I yearn for you. It really hurts. But you always think I'm acting."

I loved her so much. And I wanted so much to believe her. I kissed her shoulders and let my mouth wander to her neck. I felt her pulse beating against my lips. I changed direction and glided down toward her breasts. Her breathing grew heavier. The edge of the dress stopped me. I turned back up and sought her mouth. She was more than ready. I leaned my head against the wall. She pushed inside with her tongue and kissed me with more desperation than before. She dug her fingers into my hair. "Believe me, please!" she whispered into my mouth.

I couldn't think about anything other than the fact that I desired her, I needed her touch, her kisses, her body. Her devotion, which was so sweet. What should I do with all my love if I couldn't give it to her? I didn't want to have any more doubts about that, I didn't want to know it anymore. I wanted to give myself to her, to entrust myself to her experienced hands that could bring out every feeling I could wish for. I capitulated. "Convince me." How could I resist my own desire any longer?

"I will, if you let me." She entered my mouth again and kissed me with such passion, it would've overcome any resistance I could possibly have offered. Her hands ran down along my body. I moaned. I wanted her to undress me. She didn't. I caressed her shoulders. She shivered. I ran my hands across her naked back. Now, she moaned.

When I reached the edge of the dress, I wondered why jeans had ever come into fashion. The transition from her skin to the silk of the dress was the most erotic thing I'd ever felt. I searched for a zipper. She laughed quietly into my shoulder. "It doesn't have one."

The surprise brought back my capacity for logic. "How do you put it on, then?"

"It has hooks," she explained.

I sought them with my fingers and found them. They were innumerable.

"Oh, my goodness!" This could take hours!

She laughed softly again. "You only have to undo a few of them, not all."

It wasn't a bit easy to figure out the mechanism of the things. Once I had it, I began to open one after the other. I reached under the cloth with my hand and caressed her. She moaned again. Actually, I didn't want to remove the dress too quickly. It was exciting to keep switching back and forth from the cloth to her skin. The similarities and differences became more and more apparent. Her warmth and the cool of the silk, her softness and the flowing firmness of the dress. I didn't want to stop. She moaned stronger and stronger. I opened nearly all of the hooks and caressed the skin of her back from her neck to her waist.

"I never should have put it on." Her voice sounded a little forced.

I stopped caressing her, surprised. "Why?"

She gasped for breath, now that she was free of the stimulation for a moment. "I should have remembered. You have a silk fetish."

"Me?" Who was the one who slept in silk pajamas on silk sheets?

"Yes, you," she repeated, calmly and without moving. "Without my bathrobe, I never would've had a chance with you."

She had me! I laughed. "Before I met you, I hardly even knew what silk felt like. Especially against the skin of a woman."

She leaned back in my arms and looked at my face. "Wouldn't you like to know what the woman under the silk feels like, too?" Before I could answer, she took an elegant step backwards. The dress fell to the floor.

"Do you ever wear anything underneath?" I asked saucily, remembering the beginning of our relationship.

She remembered it as well, of course. "With you?" She laughed seductively. "That would be pointless, now wouldn't it!"

When she saw the wild look on my face, she took off running toward the bedroom. I chased after her. I caught her right in front of the bed and tackled her. We landed together in the middle of the mattress.

I looked at her. There was nothing lascivious about her nakedness. Her beauty overcame me anew. "Aphrodite herself could never compare with you." I felt almost helpless in her presence.

"Now!" she denied certainly. "You're really exaggerating things!"

"There are no exaggerations in love," I explained earnestly. "And I love you."

That was again the point at which she could say nothing more. She looked at me briefly, then she turned away.

I rolled over next to her and took her in my arms. I snuggled up against her. "I don't require anything of you for that," I told her. "Only that you accept it."

"I can't do that," she replied, expressionless.

"I hope that will change someday." I turned her carefully onto her back. "I love you," I repeated. I wanted to kiss her gently, but she wouldn't allow me to. Instead, she threw her arms around my neck and pulled me down on top of her. Her kiss wanted proof that my words were true. I gave it. I no longer had any doubt that she wanted me. And I wanted her.

The full strength of the passion that had been dammed up for the previous hours broke loose. She sighed in my mouth. We rolled from one side to the other across the bed, sometimes coming very close to the edges. I was still dressed, but that obviously didn't bother her. It did bother me a little. But she didn't give me a second free.

Her wild passion aroused me incredibly. I held her tightly and took her nipples between my lips. They were so hard, my tongue could play with them like little marbles. I ran back and forth across them. She writhed in ecstasy beneath me. I caressed her down to her stomach with my hands. She moaned loudly and thrust her hips against me. I left her breasts and let my mouth follow the path my hands had made. She was practically screaming with lust. I ran my lips along the inside of her thigh. She dug her fingers into my hair and pressed my head between her legs. She let go and lay very still for a moment. All I heard from her was heavy breathing. "Please..." It was very weak. I touched her clit with the tip of my tongue, very gently. She jerked. "Please," she whispered even more desperately. "Don't make me wait any longer."