Bill and Amber
Part 2



After only being together a month, it didn’t seem like it should be so hard to say good-bye at the airport, after all, it was only going to be for three weeks…but it was hard…terribly hard, for both of them.

Bill had tears in his eyes when he took her in his arms and kissed her good-bye. Amber, trying to put on a brave face, forced a smile and gently wiped them away. “I’ll be back, darling,” she said.

Amber looked into his teary eyes and knew she had to tell him; he needed to hear it and she needed to hear herself say it. She smiled and, with her index finger, motioned for him to lower his head closer. “I’m going to tell you something I’ve never told another man,” she said. She moved her lips until they touched the lobe of his ear. “I love you,” she whispered.

Bill’s heart almost leaped from his chest. He grabbed her and pulled her tightly against his body. He lowered his lips to hers. He didn’t need to speak the words, his kiss told Amber he felt the same way about her.

Amber sat looking out the window at nothing but darkness and allowed the drone of the jet engines to take her back to the previous night. Bill, trying to be brave, brought a bottle of champagne for the evening. He set up a little stand and placed the bottle in a carafe of ice next to the bed to chill.

As Amber walked into the room he took her by the hand and led her to the side of the bed. She turned her head slightly to give him better access as he started to nibble her left ear lobe. He gently caressed her neck with kisses so light and sensual, it sent little electric shocks through her body. Her head fell back as she swooned closing her eyes. She felt his hands slowly undressing her, inch by inch he seductively removed her clothing. She turned to face him. Their lips met, she undid his shirt then ripped it off his shoulders. Amber’s whole body was already burning with passion. She wanted her man now!

Bill could read the fire in her eyes. Tonight would not be the slow, romantic love making he was so good at, tonight would be pure, unadulterated passion, wild, lustful, passion. The remainder of their clothes went flying. Bill grabbed her tiny red panties, the only article of clothing left that was still in contact with her soft skin, and literally ripped it from slim hips. No foreplay was needed. He positioned himself between her legs and slid his hard cock into her with ease. “Oh God,” she cried out, “fuck me, honey, fuck me hard.”

With his hands on the bed above each of her shoulders, Bill arched his back with each thrust, pushing deeper and deeper into her welcoming womb. Amber’s breathing became short and erratic. Her fingernails dug into his back as she felt her orgasm building quickly. She screamed and grabbed her man around his neck as she climaxed in a frenzy of pleasures like nothing she had ever known.

At the same time every muscle in Bill’s body strained as his cock irrupted over and over and over again. Finally they collapsed, their spent, sweaty bodies intertwined with the flesh of the other.

As their breathing returned to normal Bill reached over for two glasses and the champagne. They both sat up, leaned against the headboard, and made a toast to each other. As Amber sat sipping her bubbly and enjoying the intimacy of the moment she realized, in spite of having sex with many, many men in her past, she had never experienced the same feelings as she did with Bill and she knew the reason why, she had never loved anyone before.

Amber was awakened from her trance like state as the flight attendant asked if she would care for a pillow. Amber smiled up at her, took the pillow with a thank you, propped it in the corner between her seat and the wall, where laid her head. She was embarrassed when she realized how wet she was from her thoughts of the night prior. She still had five hours before landing, she drifted off to sleep with a smile on her lips.

The plane jostled a little as it touched down at Charles de Gaulle Airport. Amber opened her eyes and watched as the big jet maneuvered its way up to the tarmac and came to a stop with the hissing of the airbrakes. Amber was four thousand miles from Bill and had to get into her working persona. Being a model was more than just posing, it was a mind set, a whole way of life and she had to forget about Bill right now and do her job.

She worked her way to the baggage claim area and had just started looking for her luggage when she heard a familiar voice from behind her.

“There’s my little pet,” he said, while resting his hands on her shoulders and lightly kissing her on the neck.

Amber immediately took a step forward and turned away from his romantic greeting. “Jon Paul,” she said a little surprised he was at the airport, “what are you doing here?”

“What kind of greeting is this,” he said a little take aback, “we haven’t seen each other in almost a year and this is the greeting I get? What, no kiss?”

“I’m just surprised to see you, that’s all,” said Amber. She was really hoping not to see him at all this trip, although she knew that was highly unlikely. She certainly didn’t expect to see him this early though. They had, had an on and off relationship for years and, although it was nothing like she had with Bill, she did have feelings for Jon Paul.

Jon Paul, on the other hand, was a egomaniac, a French playboy who’s only true love was himself. He measured his life by the number of notches on his bedpost, each one representing the many, many international fashion models he was able to seduce. Amber never kidded herself about that and knew him for what he was, but in some sick kind of way, that was part of his allure.

Jon Paul already had Amber’s bags and was walking them toward the exit. “Come on,” she said, “my car is right outside the door.”

As soon as they were out the door Amber spoke up. “Jon Paul, why don’t you just set the bags down here,” she said, “I’ll just get a cab to the hotel.”

Jon Paul looked at her with wonder in his face. He had naturally assumed she would be staying with him again. “What do you mean a hotel,” he said a little sharply, “you’re coming to stay with me.”

“No I’m not,” she said in a matter of fact voice, “I’m staying at the Villa Royal Montsouris. Either you take me there or I’ll catch a cab.”

Jon Paul had to look at her to see if she was serious, she was. “Okay,” he said a little reluctantly, “I’ll take you to the Villa Royal. What’s wrong with you, did I do something wrong.”

“No, Jon Paul,” she said a little ashamed of her harsh tone, “it’s just…well, I met someone. He name is Bill and I love him to death.”

The minute Jon Paul heard this he considered it a challenge. Amber had never been able to resist his charms before, now that she is in love, that makes her seduction more of a contest, a contest between her love for this Bill, and his immeasurable charisma, at least that was the way he saw it.

Jon Paul drove Amber to her hotel and helped her get situated. To Amber’s delight, Jon Paul did not try to romance her. He knew he had three weeks, but this was something he had to do. No man would take one of his pets from him unless he was willing to hand them over. He would have Amber one last time just to prove he could do it, then he would hand her over to this Bill in triumph.

After Jon Paul left, Amber looked at the clock on the night stand. It was one o’clock in the afternoon. She calculated and knew it was just seven a.m. in Chicago, just about the time Bill will be getting ready for work. She pulled out her cell and a small thrill went through her body as she dialed his number.

When Bill heard his phone ring he knew it was Amber by the special ring tone he had picked out specifically for his love. “Hi gorgeous,” he answered.

“Bonjour,” she said with her fake French accent, “and how is my wonderful man this morning?”

“Now that I’ve heard your sweet voice,” he said, “I feel wonderful.” He could almost feel her smile from the other end of the phone.

Amber knew his time would be short. He had to get to work, but she wanted to let him know she got there safe and sound and she wanted to thank him again for the wonderful evening. She told him she dreamt about it all the way over the Atlantic Ocean.

As the short conversation came to an end they professed their love for each other again just before saying good-bye. As Bill looked into his dresser mirror to tied his tie, he saw the happiest man in the world looking back at him.

For Amber the next couple of weeks went by quickly. Her agency had her booked every day. The seven hour time delay between Chicago and Paris made it difficult to call Bill every day. She didn’t want to call him at work because she knew he wouldn’t be able to talk to her much. Finally they both decided she would only call him a couple more times during her last week in Paris. Amber was working twelve and fourteen hours days and was tired by the time she got back to the hotel. Bill understood and said it was not a problem. They only had another week to go before they would be back together again anyway.

For the three weeks Amber was gone, Bill tried to occupy himself as much as possible. If he didn’t he would just sit around pining for his love. A couple times he was invited to go out with Gary and Judy. As much as he hated being a third wheel, he enjoyed their company and never turned down an invitation.