shaikh wrote:This page will be sorted along with the continuity where massey was lost in the tender thoughts of habiba:
Massey and habiba
Massey was thinking about the tender moments together with habiba, in his solitude at the CIA hd quarters this was the coolest thing he could think of to keep his mind comfortable, ................ it was the first time they had dated together outside Beirut and flew together to Paris for the long weekend of june 5th to combine the four days off from Friday to Monday: renting a car with hertz upon arrival at paris Charles degaulle airport they drove, habiba at the drivers seat to the Ritz Paris situated at 15, place vendome’ in the heart of paris, it was a dream for habiba to spend a romantic stay at the ritz though she was familiar with this hotel coming with her mom amanpour when she was at her peak as a French actress. Habiba grew up in paris and was very comfortable driving around paris, Ritz is a super luxury hotel one of the very best in the world and they maintained their status for the last fifty years or so, this was the same hotel where princess Diana dined with friends MJ and dodi before going on the fatal crash drive, her picture flashed in habiba’s mind.
As habiba stopped the car at the Ritz’s entrance the valet parking attendant took over from her another attendant took out the bags and suit cases the concierge took them personally to the check-in desk to sign-in for the room key the service at the ritz was amazing and so personal they knew everything about you before you arrived at the hotel.!!!
Once inside the privacy of their deluxe room habiba and massey were so excited for some time they just stood in the huge window overlooking the rue’ place vendome’ avenue and the breath taking view of paris by the evening. At the table in side the room a basket of fruits and Champaign and wine was waiting for them especially sent by the service manager.!!!
The champagne was chilled and the fruits ripe and juicy looking. Massey suddenly felt parched. He felt he had enough of the view, and he had to satiate his thirst. He uncorked the wine bottle and filled two long-necked champagne glasses and handed one to Habiba.
"Heres to a relaxing and fun-filled vacation", he hoped as he raised his glass to clink it with hers.
"Here, here!" she shreiked as her glass united with his to produce a pleasant tinkle.
Massey drank his entire glass all at once and approached the table again for seconds. He generously filled his glass as Habiba looked on with an amused expression and a twinkle in her eye.
"Uh oh, looks like theres going to be some trouble", she giggled.
Massey plopped on the comfortable chaise before sipping on the cool and soothing drink. "Trouble? What trouble?", he asked as he loosened his tie and unhooked his shirt's top button.
"Ugh! Nevermind!!!", said Habiba rolling her eyes.
Suddenly there was silence. Massey continued lounging and sipping dreamily while Habiba paced the plush carpet thoughfully.
"Is it only me or is it getting warm in here?" wondered Habiba as she stripped herself of her gray hoodie. She wore such casual clothes when she flew. Hoodies were warm and comfortable and not fussy at all.
Underneath she wore a sleeveless black top that fit her snugly showing off her curves. Her tight, white, low-rider capris and fitted black top showed off her taut, washboard abs and allowed Massey a peek at her belly button, teasing his senses.
Habiba kicked off her sandals, pulled out her ponytail and tossed her head making her long, raven, wavy tresses dance.
"Ahhhhh...!!!!", she exclaimed spinning around energetically with her arms flailing. "The wine got me so hyper! I have to work off this energy somehow or I wont go to bed till early morning!".
"Oh, I believe I saw a state-of-the-art gym on the ground floor. And good hotels keep them open 24 hours a day", advised Massey.
"Cha! I dont work out on vacations. At work, Im serious-Sally but when Im vacationing, Im a bad, bad girl!!"
Massey was caught off guard at that comment. 'Bad, bad girl'? He frowned and looked away.
"Ummm, I think I need a hot bath. A warm bubbly soak in the huge tub will totally relax me", decided Habiba. "Im going to dim the lights after I turn the stereo on to a good station, then become one with the water."
"Ok, but dont fall asleep in the tub", slurred Massey.
"Er...you do know how to give mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, dont you?" she winked as she pulled her bath-robe out of her small suitcase when out fell her racy lacy undergarments. She stuffed them back in and glanced at Massey to see if he'd seen what'd happened. She blushed when she saw he did. She shrugged off the incident in a minute. She wasnt going let her inhibitions get in the way of some much-needed fun.
She then switched on the radio and tuned into a station playing lilting and soft tunes. "Im going to keep the door unlocked in case nature calls and you need the toilet", she announced before she closed the door.
The music was blaring, but it was ok because it was a soothing instrumental number. He took off his tie and shirt and put on a white cotton tee. The champagne got to him a bit, since he wasnt a habitual drinker. He had no tolerance for alcohol even in small amounts. But he was still on his feet and started to feel bored.
He didnt know if he felt the urgency to relieve his full bladder because he just wanted a reason to go in the bathroom or because he really needed to!!!
Without a moments hesitation, he knocked on the bathroom door.
"Its open, c'mon in!" chirped Habiba.
Massey took a deep breath, and slowly opened the door........................
(continue from here, please).