Tempting Fate

Lucy Andrews made a connection with an incredibly handsome uniformed policeman across the crowded bar at her hotel. He excused himself from the man with whom he was amicably conversing, obviously a friend in plain clothes. As the gendarme sauntered toward Lucy, he took her breath away! Surely he wasn't going to bust her for underage drinking!

Kissing her hand and being very direct, Pierre Lecroix informed her that she looked like a woman from his past. Or was that a tired old come on line? But he would not say which woman. As they shared a table for two on the hotel terrace, Pierre disclosed that he had a twelve year-old daughter who resembled him. She lived with his ex-wife and had braces on her teeth. He was thirty and Lucy did the math; he had been almost eighteen when his baby was born.

Lucy explained that she was nearly nineteen. She and twenty other university students from southern California were bunking at the antiquated, youth hostel type Alpe-d'Les Encrins Ski Resort Hotel while learning to ski and speak French during their month long intersession between semesters.

The next weekend Pierre took Lucy to the hamlet for pastries, where she watched as he flashed his police badge to procure an intimate booth. That night she journaled, "P's goodnight kiss was enchanting and I already feel such intense magnetism between us!"

Two weekends later Lucy, still distraught about her recent physical abuse issues with her ex boyfriend Rand, decided to take a chance with Pierre before she left the Alps and flew to London. Pierre followed her inside her hotel room, casting his eyes about. Convinced that they were alone, with no room mate in sight, he placed the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door and Lucy heard the bold decisive finality of the dead bolt. He kissed her long and hard, his tantalizing touch making her quiver. Sliding her sleeves off her shoulders, he continued the revelation, pushing her garments down around her wrists, provocatively restraining her movements. He held her at arm's length, studied her, and smiled.

At an arbitrary moment, he guided her across the room in front of him, nuzzling her ear and breathing, "Now for something black, sheer, and lacy." Stopping her in front of her dresser, he rested his chin on her shoulder, peering downward. She tingled and could feel his police badge cold against the alabaster skin of her back. Encircling her in his arms and clasping his hands around her ribcage, he pushed his forearms upward and inward, exaggerating her cleavage. Glancing at the clock, he reluctantly freed her arms and positioned her hands on the bureau drawer handles. So seductive, he maneuvered her hands inside the drawer and scooped out a handful of enticing lingerie, price tags still attached. He pulled her arms apart, causing silky nothings to cascade down to the floor. "Lucy, I had no idea this is what you had in mind!"

Before she had met him, she had bought seductive French lingerie for her someday honeymoon with her eventual husband in her generic future. Pierre selected matching black lace bra and garter belt and seductively tossed them backward over his shoulder and onto the bed, having yanked the tags off with his teeth. Lusciously fondling her, he pulled her backwards, tightly against him. She could feel experience his excitement! Her body tingled as he guided her to the closet to retrieve black heels and dress. Dropping them at the foot of the bed, he artfully laid her out across the quilt.

She felt the high voltage between them as he seductively draped her little black dress across her torso. Changing his mind, he tossed the dress aside and enticingly peeled off her jeans, teasingly and seductively, an inch at a time, suggestively stroking her thighs. Self consciously red, Lucy watched as he stood back, perceiving her with the deliberate eye of an artist. Compromised, she anticipated his next move.

She held her breath as he rearranged her on the bed and fastened the garter belt around her waist. Straightening her legs and then slowly separating them, he seductively rolled sheer black fishnets up her legs. He bent her knees up and memorized her, panties not included. He stood her up near the foot of the bed. With his foot he maneuvered the high heels to her and she slipped into them. Bending her all the way over at the waist, legs straight, feet apart, with her finger tips touching the floor, he moved back for perspective. She peeked up at him, reading his undeniable attraction. He tellingly pressed up against her and paused a moment, enabling her to feel his enthusiasm.