Exploring Paris

Daniel ordered room service and told the young man to serve it out on the terrace.

Erin had been in the bathroom for over half an hour, so Daniel went to see what was taking so long.

He opened the door to find her laying back in the fancy large tub which overflowed with bubbles as she washed her hair.

He stood for a minute admiring the wet soapy breasts.

"What?" she asked while rubbing a scrub on her arm.

Daniel looked up quickly, "Hurry up, the food will get cold."

"Okay, I'm done." she said slipping under the water to rinse her hair.

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Daniel sat on the terrace smoking, he watched the Parisian people walk quietly in the street below. The sun had set and the balcony was lit with soft lanterns; candles flickered on the table which sat in the corner dressed in white linen.

Erin came out wearing a floor length flowy white night dress. "You'll catch a cold," he said putting his jacket on her.

She hugged the warm jacket, which smelled like orange and musk.