Side Story 2-11

Side Story 2-11
As I predicted, time flew. Before I knew it, we were only a few weeks away from our fourth anniversary.
I talked to Liam, Chase, Roxanne, Paul, and Tim about what I wanted to do. They all wanted to be there, so they said they would make their way there on their own and act like tourists in the crowd.

I agree, on the grounds that they stay out of sight until the exact moment I propose. They all agree that they'll stay out of the way until I'm down on my knee.
I tell Linda to put in for a week off from work on the week of our anniversary. I plan for us to go sightseeing for a couple of days, then I propose. Then we can do some more sightseeing for a few days after.

I want this moment to be highly memorable. I want her to gush as she tells her friends about how I proposed to her.
It's the day before we leave, and I walk into our house. It feels so good to call it our house. Six months ago, I asked Linda to move in with me. She wasn't sure at first, but then she finally gave in.

I couldn't have been happier. My life felt like it got even better when I got the opportunity to fall asleep every night and wake up next to her every morning.
I feel like I've come full circle. I started out as a player, now I'm going to end as her personal player.

I started where I was supposed to, so I could end up right where I was supposed to. I couldn't see myself changing who I was for anyone else. It was always supposed to be Linda.
I walk into the kitchen to see Linda at the stove cooking something up. She turns to me as I walk in and smiles, "You're home. I thought you'd be much later."

I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her waist. I kiss her on the back of her neck, smirking when I feel her shiver against me.
We're four years into this, and it still feels like we're in the first year. Every day, I feel like I learn something new about Linda. What she likes and doesn't like, what she thinks about certain topics. How she feels about child-rearing.

Though we have a daily routine, every day is unique. No day like the day before. That helps us keep things new and fun.
"I'd thought it would have taken me longer, too. But I guess I wanted to see you so bad, I worked really fast."
"Are you all ready to go tomorrow?" she asks, turning to look at me.

I smile as I bask in her beauty. "Yeah, I'm all ready to go. We leave early in the morning, so we'll need to go to bed early tonight."
She returns the smile and says, "Yes, we don't want to miss our flight."

She turns back to the stove to finish what she's doing. When she's done cooking, I help her plate the food and get us drinks before we sit at the table to eat.
When we're finished eating, we clean up and go upstairs. We get in the shower together, and I play with her pussy until she cums on my hand.

She, in turn, strokes my dick expertly until I cum all over her hand and arm. After that, we wash up, rinse off, and get out, drying off.
We go to bed, and I pull Linda until she's resting flush against me. Soon I'm off to dreamland.

We wake up the next morning early. The alarm goes off at five. We groggily get up and get dressed. I take our suitcases downstairs while Linda goes downstairs to whip us up something quick to eat.
After we eat, we clean up and then go outside where we get into the car that's waiting for us.

We get to the airport half an hour later and take our suitcases to be checked, then we get in line to check in.
After we go through security, we wander through the airport until we find our gate. I go and buy us some snacks from a nearby convenience store.

We only have to wait for twenty minutes before they begin boarding. Linda and I enter through the priority boarding line, walking up the ramp and turning to go to first class.
Linda stops walking and looks around in awe. She hasn't ridden first class often, so she still marvels at how beautifully appointed the plane is.

We fly the eight hours to Paris, disembarking from the plane when we arrive. We go to baggage claims and wait twenty minutes before our luggage comes up. Taking our suitcases, we walk outside where I hail a cab. I tell the cabbie to take us to Shangri-La Paris, and we drive for 35 minutes before we arrive at the hotel.

The cabbie helps unload our bags from the trunk, and we gather them and walk inside. I walk up to the concierge's desk.
"Hi, I have a reservation under Levi Payne?" I say to the man standing behind the desk. He nods and clicks away on his computer.
"Okay, I'll just need your ID and to see the card that you are paying with?"

I nod, digging my wallet out of my pocket and pulling both out. I pass both of them to the man, and he scans my ID and looks at my card, verifying they match what's on the computer. Then he passes them back to me, saying, "Thank you."

I nod as I stand there waiting for him to finish. After he clicks on his computer for another minute, he passes me the little hotel key card envelope. I take that and motion Linda to follow me to the elevator.
We get upstairs to our room, where Linda oohs and ahhs over how beautiful everything is. The beautiful view we have of the Eiffel Tower from the balcony of our room.