A Night in Paris Gala

July 16 finally arrives. Franco comes over to our house to do our hair and makeup. He takes a few hours to work his magic. When he is done with all of us, he steps back and says with his sexy accent, “Beautiful! Your husbands and boyfriends will have a hard time keeping the men at bay.” With that he leaves us so we can get dressed. Once we are ready and all dolled up, we head out to the living room to meet our beloved ones.

When we enter the living room, they are all holding a single red rose. They look so handsome and formal in their tuxes.

 

Christian eyes glisten with passion and love as he scans me from head to toe. He saunters over to me handing me the red rose while professing his love for me. “Ana, this single red rose signifies my love for you. You are the only woman in this world I want to love and share my life with. My heart and soul belong only to you. I only have eyes for you. I will love you forever.”

 

I throw my arms around him and hold him tight. I kiss him as if it was the first time while tears of joy are rolling down my cheeks. He returns my kiss with the same passion. As we part lips to take a breather he says softly, “so soft.” I murmur to him, “I love you, Christian.” He murmurs back to me, “I love you, Ana.” He brushes his nose against mine, and pecks my lips gently.

 

I glance around the room and notice all the women with a red rose in their hands holding tightly and kissing their loved ones. It is a beautiful sight to behold.

 

Once we all had our moment of romance, we get into a shiny black slick limo. During the whole ride, I lean my head on Christian’s shoulder and hold his hand every so often caressing his knuckles in semi circles.

 

It doesn’t take too long to arrive at our destination. Christian opens the door for me and holds out his hands. I place my hand over his and he helps me out of the car set. We walk waist to waist through the Mile High Club to the private room.

 

As we approach the dark wooden double doors, their two security guards standing on either side of it. Christian did mention he would have extra security for the event. I just haven’t gotten used to it yet. One day I will.

 

They don’t ask us for id as it was Christian who hired them. Everyone else except for our families are asked to say who they are and must show a picture id which is compared to a guest list.  If the person is not on the list, they are not allowed to enter.

 

The bulky muscular body guards open the door for us.

 

We enter a white ivory archway intertwined with green vines and white lights.

 

I felt as if I was on a night stroll in Paris. Even though I have never been there, I did see pictures of it. The room was dimly lit with votive candle lights adorning the tables and the walls. The ceiling looked like the night sky filled with stars. It was breathtaking.

 

The walls were draped with red, white, and gold silk fabric curtains.

 

There were white stone columns arranged around the room. They were partially covered in white silk fabrics and white lights.

 

In the center of the room stood an antique tannish granite fountain with water flowing in it like a waterfall. A stone pathway surrounds it leading to the entrance, food and drink area, dance floor, and cocktail corner.

 

The cocktail corner catches my eye. It is exquisite. A few black iron park benches and iron park lights with an intricate leaf design add the extra flair of Paris.

 

All the tables are covered in a satin white and gold Rosette Ribbon Embroided Linen.

 

The sitting tables had porcelain French Haute Conture plates and cups. I know this only because Liz mentioned it to me. The silverware were gold plated. Placed next to the plates were the favors and name tags. They are so unique. One of them is an Eiffel Tower Curio Box with an Eiffel Tower on top of an intricately patterned box. The other one is an Eiffel Tower bottle stopper.  The place cards addressed the guests as Monsieu or Mademoisellle.  What I truly loved about them was that they were placed on an Eiffel Tower card holder which also was a souvenir for the guests.

 

The centerpieces were an arrangement of a variety of white and red flowers with branches spraying out of the top on a glided French urn.

 

The background music that was playing was from Maurice Chevalier. It was a nice touch to add to the phenomenal Paris setting.

 

The hor d’ourves being passed around by the waiters and waitresses in striped suits with berets on were petite pastries, nutelle crepes, mini quiches with bacon and parmesan, croquet madams, and all types of cheeses. The drinks passed around were a different variety of French wines such as Bordeaux and Sauternes.

 

As we walk around the room hand in hand everyone stops us to say congratulations. I must say all the guests looked very sophisticated. There must be over 200 people cramped in here. I don’t even know half of them. Christian just gave me their names and I added them to the list of approved guests.

 

I walk past the cake which looks spectacular. Mia sure did a great job designing it. It is a fondant red, black, white, and gold three tier cake with draping red curtains flowing down it. Red roses and green stems reach up from the bottom. The bottom cake is French vanilla with a caramel filling. The second one is red velvet with cheesecake mousse filling. The top layer is white chocolate with chocolate truffle ganache filling.  I cannot wait to eat it. I had a bite of each flavor before picking these out. Christian looked happy I was pigging out on cake.

 

The cocktail hour was spent mingling with our friends, colleagues, family and people I didn’t know until now by the benches. The photographer who was hired by Liz has already taken so many pictures and the night is still young.

 

The dj announces in the mike it was time to go to our tables for dinner.  I don’t know if I will be able to finish my dinner, because I had so many delicious hor d’ourves and a few glasses of the sweetest wines.  In our table sat Kate, the Grey family, Bob, Carla, Ray, and Ethan.

 

It was a two course meal. The first one was a Soupe a L’ial which is a French garlic soup or a Salad Perigourdine. There are many choices for the main course which are Crispy Monkfish with capers, Chicken in red wine vinegar, and Ratatouille with whole wheat pasta. It is so hard to choose. They all sound so good. I finally decide on the French garlic soup and Ratatouille with wheat pasta. Christian picks the Salad Perigourdine with the Crispy Monkfish with capers.

 

While we all chit chat at the table about life, love, and business, the Parisian melodies resonates throughout the very impressive room which might I say looks impeccable.  Liz sure did an exceptional job. I look over to the table where Liz an her husband are at and give her a thumbs up.  She just smiles back at me.

 

We finished our meals which was delicious.  I cannot believe I devoured it all. Christian just had the biggest grin on his face, because I ate all of my food. I still will never understand his food issues. Once in a while during the dinner he would place his hands on my thigh and kiss me tenderly on my cheek and mouth.  The photographer kept flashing away like crazy during our tender moments. The guests who were watching us just cooed.

 

Now it was time to boogey down.  We dance and dance which seemed like hours. He lets go of me and heads towards the dj booth. The dj hands him the mike. He looks at me from across the room and says, “Ana, you are everything to me. My day starts with sunshine filling my heart when I wake up next to you. My night ends with the moon rays caressing my soul when we fall asleep in each other’s embrace. I love you so much. The next few songs I dedicate to you, my love.” Tears are streaming down my face. Mia, Grace, Kate, Carla, Gail, and all the rest of the women are also crying. The men just place their hands over their hearts.

 

He struts over to me and once our bodies connect his gentle hands grip my lower back. Everything I Do I Do It for You from Bryan Adams fills the air. We sway together as one. It feels like I am gliding on air. He sings the words to me as we glide across the dance floor. When the song finishes, the next one starts up. The Lady in Red is a beautiful song. His soft singing voice once again resonates straight through into my heart. I am so grateful that Franco put on waterproof makeup or else I would have black lines running down my face.  I kiss his lips and say, “I love you.” He responds, “I love you, Ana.”

 

All the other couples join us on the dance floor. Grace and Cary are dancing near us. She catches my eye and mouths, “Thank you.”

 

Kate and Elliot are all over each other. Elliot is always telling us to get a room, but they are the ones who need it.

 

Mia and Ethan look good together. Ethan was hesitant about going out with her, but in the end he gave in to her. She is irresistible.

Bob and my mom look happy. I am so happy for her. I know she still has some feelings for Ray, but they probably will never get back together. I wouldn’t want Bob to get hurt.

 

Gail and Taylor are so smitten with each other. The way he holds her and looks into her eyes shows how much he loves her.

 

As for myself and Christian, I am in seventh heaven. I am ready to spend the rest of my life with him. He is my savior, love of my life, protector, and the one who has the key to my heart and soul.

 

After a while of shaking our fine asses and slow dancing, Liz announces, “ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat for you tonight. Ana and Christian want to share a special moment with you. Enjoy.”

 

Suddenly on one of the huge walls the video of all of us strutting our stuff on the catwalk starts to play. I and the girls are the first contenders.  The room fills with laughter when Carla and Grace are the models. Even Christian is laughing hysterically. When Mia and Kate make their moves, Elliot and Ethan lean in closer to them and whisper something in their ears. Their cheeks instantly pink.

 

My de beau is next. This is so embarrassing. I hide my face under my hands. I peek through my fingers see myself on the big screen. Hmm! I am not that bad. I am actually doing pretty well.  Christian is just staring at me in the video with his big eyes and mouth open. I wonder what he is thinking.

 

Christian’s POV

 

Wow! That is my Ana moving that way in the video. She looks exactly like a runway model in a catwalk. I have seen many of those in the past so I can please my clients. With her long slender legs, tight body, and beautiful face and hair the modeling agencies would go crazy over her. They way she pivots and poses is just perfect. She is absolutely hot and gorgeous and all mine to do with as I please. Well as long as she enjoys it. To think she fell in love with me and all of my 50 shades of fucked upness.  The men are just drooling over her.  Yeah yeah, keep looking guys she is just eye candy to you, but I am the one who gets to touch and please her. She sure loves it when I do pleasure her. She cannot get enough of me. Actually it is the other way around, I cannot get enough of her. I can be inside of her 24/7 day and night.  My member is twitching for her and ready to rise.

 

I look over at my beautiful fiancé and she is already looking at me with heated eyes. I return the gaze with the same heated passion as if I had fire in my eyes. She blushes and her lips form an O shape and she moans.  I kiss her top lip and then her bottom lip, then I place both my lips on hers. She opens her mouth and grants me access to her wet tongue. I brush her tongue with mine and deepen the kiss. I hold her close to my body while cupping her perfect ass while my erection is poking her stomach.  Her hands make their way down to my ass and she squeezes it. I am so glad it is dark, because my bulge and our intense sexual interlude would have been seen. Our lips part way too soon for me and I seductively say, “I need you.  I want to fuck you, have vanilla and kinky sex with you tonight.”  She responds, “I would love to have all those types of sex with you, but why should it wait until tonight. We can have a preview of what is to come tonight after our guests leave in a hidden area in the private room.” I will take her on that offer. This woman never seizes to surprise me. “A preview is exactly what I need. I am looking forward to it.” We kiss once again.

 

We are interrupted by the video on the wall. Now it is our turn to be humiliated on the screen. Elliot, Ethan, Cary, Ray, and Bob are exaggerating the moves on the catwalk. They do look funny.  I can help myself but join the crowd in laughter.  Great! It is my turn next.  I look like I am bored and don’t want to do it, but my moves and posing are pretty good. The women except for my family and Kate are salivating while staring at me intently in the video. It is just a pretty face ladies. This pretty face only has eyes for Ana.

 

I look over at Ana who has her mouth open looking at me in the strutting my stuff in the catwalk. I just want my tongue in her mouth right now.  Stop that Christian! You will have a certain member happy again! You will have her soon enough! I wonder what she is thinking.

 

Ana’s  POV

 

Christian looks so sizzling with his flawless moves. Mmmm! The way his hips sway is just burning me up. I just want him to put out the fire with his lips, tongue, and shaft.  He looks like one of those gorgeous male models in the magazines. He is just perfect with his muscular body, pretty face, and sexed up hair.  

 

I look at my adoring hot fiancé and his hooded gorgeous grey eyes are watching me. Once again we are all over each other acting like teenagers. We detach from each other just in time for the video to end.  

 

The dj broadcasts that it is time for dessert and cake. We take a few more pictures in front of the cake. The desserts were all set out on a beautifully decorated table with miniature Eiffel Towers. There all sorts of French desserts. They all tasted delicious. I had one of each. The cake tasted like heaven.

Once everyone finished their desserts, the party was dying down. Now was our chance to release our tension.

 

He guided me to a hidden room and locked the door. He lifted my dress and ripped my panties off of me. He freed my breast with his expert hands. His tongue and lips circled my nipples while his fingers inserted my wall massaging my clit.  I begged him, “Christian I need you now.” He unzipped his pants and dropped his boxers to his knee and slammed into me. We kissed profoundly letting our tongues do the tango. He kept slamming into me until I came and then he squirted in me. “I love you, my beautiful fiancé.” I say back, “I love you, my hot and gorgeous hunk of a man fiancé.”

 

That night we spent almost the entire night releasing some more of our tension. We had all different types of release possible.  I sure needed it since we have a wedding to start planning next.