The Dance

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One particular evening in Paris, Prince came to Emma and said, 'Put on something sexy. I have plans for you tonight.'

They left the apartment, to find a horse-drawn carriage waiting for them on the street. The restored antique had the typical high sides and back of the period. It looked like something out of a fairy tale. The fresh, cool evening was perfect for outdoor exploration. Emma bounced on her toes like a little girl, and beamed at Prince.

'You've mentioned that one of your favorite songs is 'Somewhere Here on Earth', so I thought tonight would be a great time to re-create some of it,' Prince confessed. 'It was filmed in Prague, but the bridges here in Paris are pretty romantic, too.' He raised his eyebrows, daring her to contradict him, while a smile played across the lips she loved to kiss.

'Now there's an idea that had never crossed my mind. You really are one of the most romantic men I've ever known.'

They sat back, and watched the beauty of Paris unfold before them. When they got to a bridge similar to the one that featured heavily in the song, Prince asked the driver to stop, and helped Emma out of the carriage. They walked along the bridge holding hands, stopping occasionally to look out at the River Seine with Prince's arms wrapped around Emma from behind. The entire time Prince hummed or sang the lyrics to the song quietly, so only Emma could hear. She alternately sighed, blushed, or smiled, depending on where he was in the song.

When he had finished singing, they returned to the carriage, and some serious kissing and caressing commenced as their leisurely tour of Paris continued. Emma didn't remember much of what they saw when she thought about it later, but she wasn't disappointed.

They got back to the apartment, and Prince followed her into the bedroom, shutting and locking the door. He began taking off Emma's outfit and found a lacy teal blue bra that matched the garters holding up her stockings. Even the lace panties matched. She was a sexy vision in cream skin and teal lace.

'MMMMM, now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, he groaned,' as he traced her thigh above the top edge of one stocking. 'Mama, you know how to make your man happy.'

After running his hands down her sides from her shoulders to her hips, he walked away from her toward the huge bed, and continued,

'I'm not sure you remember all the details of the video, but there was one other thing I'd like us to try.'

He pulled a long, silver satin blindfold from under the pillows on the bed, smirked at Emma, and said,

'Are you game?'

'As long as we get to both have a turn with the blindfold on, I'm in.'

'Awww, mama, now I don't know about that-' Prince objected.

Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, Emma slowly and seductively walked over to Prince, putting one hand on his chest, ruffling the chest hair she loved to play with, and the other on his lips.

'Shhh...I think it's time for you to trust me as much as I trust you. I'll go first. I think you'll like it. Give it a chance. Can you put that on me, please? I don't want to wait any longer.'

The tension building inside Emma seeing that blindfold was about to take her over. She turned, facing the bed, and waited for instructions. Prince did not disappoint. He gently tied the blindfold, and the energy in the room crackled with desire.

'Don't move.' A whisper stilled Emma in place. A finger traced her backbone up to the clasp of her bra, which was removed. The finger traced back down, lowering her panties to the floor. His hands created trails of shivers as they caressed their way down her legs.