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Cote d'Azur Wedding

By: Travel Girl



This is a true story which happened while on a business trip to Europe. Doing a favor for a business colleague turned into an opportunity to explore an unknown side of elegance, culture and fantasy of which I will never forget.

I am about as far from being a snob as you can imagine. I was the first in my family to attend university and I have never forgotten my roots. I travel on business frequently and one of the perks I enjoy is traveling to interesting places, staying at nice hotels and going to high quality restaurants. I always appreciate it, and never is there an attitude of entitlement. 

I go to Asia usually two or three times a year and less frequently to Europe. This is a little reversed from when I started traveling, which was mostly to Europe. As the world economy has shifted to Asia, much of my travel has changed accordingly. While I adore cities such as Hong Kong, I freely admit the charm of European cities is beyond compare and it is always a treat when I have another European trip on the schedule.

The work itself is satisfying. I am good at what I do as a scientist and manager, and now also getting more and more involved in business development, negotiation and legal matters.

It was the latter, a license enforcement issue relating to patents, which brought me back to Europe. In this case, one of our key patents was being challenged and there would have been a significant financial impact if we lost. The hearings were set at the Munich patent office, the center of European patent actions. I am the technical representative for my company and I was joined by lawyers headquartered in Europe. 

The hearings were going very well and we got a break when during a recess, the other side's company representative asked to talk. It was not clear who would win or lose the hearing yet, but apparently the other side blinked and decided the slam dunk they thought they had was too much of a risk.

Settlement terms which had been on the table previously were still acceptable to both sides. We informed the patent office we would be reaching an agreement and the opponent would be withdrawing their patent challenge. We were fortunate the review panel did not decide to continue the case anyway, which was their right, and everyone left happy. 

I got to be the hero at my company by calling in the good news and got my fair share of recognition. The other bit of good news was that I would have some free time on my hands as it had been anticipated the dispute would go on through the following week. 

My boss was very generous, asking if I wanted to return right away or come back after the weekend. Let me just say for those who have not been to Munich in the summertime, there are few places better on earth. Dinner outside with people passing by is found many places throughout the continent, but Munich has some very elegant indoor/outdoor restaurants, a vibrant nightlife as well as rich cultural pursuits. Also common to Germany in general, Munich also has very open attitudes toward nudity in the parks and spas. I have enjoyed these aspects of Munich on many occasions. 

Tonight was going to be a celebration of our success. Jurgen was making the arrangements to have dinner at one of Munich's finest Italian restaurants; a very old, family run establishment with fine food, wine, and ambiance. I have been there before and have even seen some celebrities. I knew it would be excellent.

There were four of us present. Jurgen was our lead attorney. He was a very powerful figure. I would say he was in his late 50's, handsome, smooth, the whole package. He reminded me of another Jurgen, the former head of Daimler - Jurgen Schrempf. He lived and was headquartered in Geneva and visiting his firm was the main reason I have also had the chance to visit Geneva on occasion. He was assisted by two of his colleagues, Peter and Vincent, both about 30 and being brought up through the ranks. 

This night we saw the ice skater Katarina Witt at the restaurant. This is not important in any way other than to convey the quality and the aura of the place. 

We had champagne to begin and I then enjoyed a multi-course meal where every dish was superb. Jurgen was in charge of the wines and never failed to choose wonderful selections. This time we were drinking Tuscany wine. I was enjoying all aspects of the celebration.

I am sure the guys also enjoyed my company. I am not trying to be egotistical, but I am pretty with blond hair and blue-green eyes and in good shape from running. I have a lean 115-pound build on my 5'7" frame, but still have enough 34-23-34 curves to draw attention. I was 32 years old then, but people would have generally placed me in my mid-to late 20's. This night I had on my slick business outfit, a charcoal grey skirt and jacket combo with a white blouse; the quintessential power suit. 

We were having a very nice time and everyone seemed very satisfied by the time after dinner drinks came around. I was sipping limoncello while the guys had cognacs. No one seemed to be in any great hurry.

Jurgen toasted, "Congratulations Beth, I think the settlement is quite an achievement."

I responded after the toast that it was a team effort and conveyed the best wishes of my boss back in the States. It was a great trust they had placed in me to represent the company on this matter, although I think if we had known a settlement offer would come, I probably would have been joined by others from my management.

Truly this had been a team effort, all pieces coming together. 

We talked about how everyone's plans would be shifting around to leave Munich and head back. We returned to our hotel and had another round of drinks. I was feeling good; not drunk but definitely in a good mood.

Peter and Vincent headed back after one round at the hotel bar, leaving Jurgen and I alone. I had known him for around four years. He was always a very imposing figure. His firm was well known and apparently he also had money through inheritance, but I did not know all the background. Let's just say he was a mixture of courtesy, taste, tailored suits, expensive accessories and knowing all the finest places. When you were in his company, it was going to be first class. 

I was undecided about my plans over the next couple of days. A good sleep-in day sounded good, but maybe hitting the spa would be in order. I was trying to weigh my options thinking to take advantage of a few days in Europe without obligation. I would have Friday through Sunday now completely free and had the approval from my boss to come back the following week, a completely unexpected treat. 

I was thinking through my various options while talking to Jurgen when he threw out a total surprise.

"Beth, how would you like to attend an elegant wedding in the South of France on Saturday?"

I looked rather surprised at the suggestion, but he continued, "Good friends of mine are having a wedding party in Nice on Saturday. I am invited, but I would rather not attend alone. Why don't you join me if you have time?"

I replied, "Jurgen, that is a very nice offer, but I am not sure."

He continued, "It is a black tie affair, I promise you a very charming time and something I know you would enjoy."

I saw my excuse and said, "Well, I am not sure about getting down to Nice and I certainly brought nothing appropriate for such an affair."

He replied, "Ah, what if I took care of both those problems, what then?"

I had to admit he was a good lawyer and I recognized I was under a friendly interrogation. 

I smiled and replied, "I know you are used to getting your way, but just for the sake of conversation, how would you do that?" 

He saw I had not really answered his question, but I had deflected it a little. 

He said, "Good, I like the challenge. For now, just know I would get you to Nice and arrange for proper clothing. What then?"

I said, "What then? Just tell me what this is about."

He looked at me and let down his guard, saying, "I would be in your debt. These are good friends who care and worry about me. If I came with someone they would be happy for me."

I knew that shortly after I had met Jurgen his wife had passed away from some medical condition. I had not known the details. Apparently his friends were concerned for him. 

I sat there quietly, listening and thinking. I sipped my drink. 

He continued, "I would consider it a favor and I guarantee you would have a good time." 

I said, "Jurgen, actually the idea is not that bad. That kind of wedding party sounds pretty interesting. But I cannot fly down to Nice and charge back the company and I truly did not bring any clothing suitable for such an event."

I pointed at what I was wearing and said, "This is the best I have with me."

He answered, "But I already told you not to worry about those things." 

I was still not really on board with his proposal and he could probably tell I was reluctant.

"Beth, let me be honest. Not only would you be doing me a favor by having me not attend alone, but you would also make a lot of my friends very jealous."

Ah, so there was another aspect to this plan.

He continued, "But you and I would know there was nothing going on, that we would simply be together as friends. But I will be candid that would not be something I would tell anyone else. And if they assumed I was attending the party with a young, beautiful companion and their imaginations run wild, well, who am I to correct them? What do you say?"

I was listening and thinking to his explanations. I liked at least that he was now being very candid about his intent. 

As if he was reading my mind, he said, "I will buy the plane ticket, set you up with a hotel room, and get you the correct clothing."

He then let the pause linger as I thought about things. 

I questioned, "Are you sure you want to do all that?"

Without hesitation, he said, "Yes. Absolutely. You would be doing me a great favor. Really."

I replied, "Jurgen, just promise me something please."

He looked inquisitively, "Of course. What?"

"If you are ever representing the other side against me in court, that you will take it easy on me."

He busted out laughing, and sensed a break, "So, if I agree, does this mean we have a deal?"

I took my glass and toasted, "I think so, but there could be a dozen things which could pop up which I haven't even thought of yet........"

He replied, "I'll fix them all."

Frankly, I thought he probably could. 

We talked about the mechanics of how this would work. I have been to Nice before. Nice is a lovely city on the French Riviera with an old section full of great clubs and restaurants and a magnificent pedestrian section. And being right on the Mediterranean was fantastic. 

The biggest obstacle was timing. He said we could get me clothing in either Munich or Nice. We talked about logistics and decided the best approach was to stay in Munich tomorrow (Friday), get my things organized, and then go to Nice on Saturday morning. 

One downside to the plan was my sleep-in day on Friday was now shot. We would go out in the morning and get the proper clothing. So when we came to that conclusion, we both drank up and called it a night. 

As I got back to my room and thought about what had just transpired, I was both disoriented and a little excited. I really did not have a good handle over what was coming, but I had agreed anyway. This was quite a departure for me, as I am usually a control freak. 

I got up around 9 a.m. and got ready. We met in the lobby at 10 o'clock and were soon on our way. Our hotel was right in the middle of the Munich high caliber shopping district on Maximillianstrasse and we headed off to get me set up.

"Beth, I want to again express my gratitude for you helping me. I really appreciate it."

I said honestly, "I am actually excited by the prospect. This is something of an adventure throwing all this together at the last minute. Not my usual way to go."

He replied, "I said I will take care of everything. You already have a flight out of Nice at 10:30 a.m. tomorrow. You have a hotel reservation all set up."

I was impressed by what he had accomplished already so early. 

"Beth, the only snag so far is that I am planning to go back to Geneva tonight to retrieve my things from home and meet you in Nice. I will arrive about 1 p.m. and that means you need to only get to your hotel alone by taxi."

"That is not a problem."

I was really getting into the adventure. We headed off to the dress shop first thing. We walked in and were greeted by the manager who called Jurgen by name. 

Apparently this was also already planned out. I was impressed further that he had pre-arranged this aspect of my care. 

They were both speaking in German when Jurgen saw my expression, saying, "Sorry, we were trying to plan out everything before we begin. But we should do that in English." The manager was female, probably in her mid 40's, very stylishly dressed. I got the impression she saw there was a lot of money to be made today. 

She was looking me over, which was a little disconcerting at first. But she was nodding favorably as though I was suitable clay. At least that was better than cursing under her breath.

I had selected a black skirt and sleeveless cream sweater for our shopping. I was not wearing jewelry; simple black heels with no stockings and worn my hair down. Simple but not bad. 

She asked a couple of questions over what I had brought along, to which I said basically nothing, as this was not planned. 

She said, "We can definitely look at dresses, get it fitted properly right away, no problem. But you need to plan out her day, so you can get shoes and jewelry organized. But the big questions are whether you want to get your hair done or not."

I replied, "I can put my hair up myself. I think all we need is the dress and shoes."

Jurgen jumped in, "No, no. We also need to get jewelry today. That is arranged. And if you want your hair done, we have time. But I think your hair looks great."

Angela nodded her head in approval of everything. 

So we began to look at dresses. I never saw the price to anything, but it was clear Jurgen was prepared to shell out decent money to make me look appropriate. 

Angela asked questions about the event, as even though Jurgen mentioned black tie, apparently that left a lot of latitude as to what was appropriate. Apparently this was not an actual wedding ceremony, as that had happened some months back as I am told is a typical Europe custom. This event was more of a wedding reception. It was planned for the main ballroom at a swanky hotel in Nice.

Apparently, ladies could wear long dresses or something short, but elegance and swank were the main objective. 

Angela brought out a variety of styles before I tried anything on, to gauge what I liked and to get Jurgen's view as well. She clearly was skilled diplomatically, knowing I had to be pleased, but that Jurgen was ultimately the cash source. She was good. 

She brought out several long gowns; black velvet texture, red chiffon. Some styles with spaghetti straps, some strapless, some with plunging necklines. We also looked at some shorter, more cocktail style type dresses. 

At one point, Jurgen picked up the phone and called the bride to get some tips. Apparently, any of those general styles would work, but she guessed most of the women would be wearing long gowns. 

That became the plan. I tried on a couple of the dresses and both Angela and I felt they did not flatter my shape well. So I did not wear them out for Jurgen to take a look. 

I tried on a couple of the dresses and Angela smiled and said, "Well, I think we will have to think about the lingerie a little bit too."

I laughed in response. She was referring to the fact the bra I was wearing is what you would call standard style, with the problem being it showed on several of the dresses due to either the straps or the cut of the neckline. It was also clear when I tried on one without the bra that some of the dresses would not come off classy that way, but a little sleazy. 

I wore out the red chiffon dress for Jurgen to look at. Angela and I both though it had possibilities. It had a plunging neckline and showed some cleavage, which apparently was 'typical". 

Jurgen smiled the second he saw me come out, "Ah, we have a winner."

Angela and I both laughed. It did look nice, but there were some other possibilities he had not seen yet. She said, "I think he will be easy to please." 

I undressed as Angela handed me a shimmering blue cocktail dress. It had spaghetti straps and I removed my bra to try it on. I was standing there in my panty alone as we looked as I slipped it on. 

Angela said, "You know, if I had your breasts, I would be looking to show them off a little."

She was petite, and while she was wearing a sharp jacket-skirt combo, I could tell it was true she was not very large on top. 

The cocktail dress was beautiful. I could easily see it was super for multiple occasions. Jurgen liked this one too, despite the deviation from the long gown look we had agreed upon. Yes, he was going to like everything. I could imagine he was envisioning how we would look together as a couple and he already had concluded there was no way to lose. 

I again undressed and stood in the changing area in my panty. Angela was looking me over head to toe. She smiled, "All my life I have envied women with a body like yours. Let's try this one."

She had brought a long black gown. It was strapless with a v-neck. It was tight across the waist, but smooth and flowing at the hips. It had a slit up both sides, high but not sleazy. As Angela helped zip me up in back, she commented, "You could never be wrong with something like this."

As I looked in the mirror, I could tell she was right. I also thought with my skin color and blond hair this dress was super. Sometimes you just know when the selection process is over.

It was a little funny as we looked in the mirror. She placed her hand under my breast and lifted up a little. I was without the bra again with this dress. My breasts are natural 34 full C cups and always drive men crazy. She had not said anything, but she was right -- a little support would be helpful. 

But the dress fit well. Maybe there would be some minor alterations, but essentially I could have worn this out the door. 

I walked out and Jurgen was beaming. 

He said, "Angela, I think we can stop now."

Funny how that happened, that while there were so many nice choices, each of us in turn had seen the light and knew this was the dress. 

Angela said, "The heel on these shoes is too low. Something a little higher is needed."

She looked over at Jurgen and said, "This dress requires something special underneath. And you must have some sort of dazzling necklace." 

But Jurgen could not stop smiling and simply nodded his head. 

So part one was done. 

Angela and I went back to undress, but she stopped me first, looking carefully at the neckline. I understood she was trying to figure out the right kind of bra. 

She placed her hands on my sides, "You need a corset. Something coming down a little on the waist for support and a half cup." 

I knew what she meant and thought she was probably right. I also knew I would be showing a lot of cleavage with this dress. It was not something I was typically used to, but this was a unique situation and it was a little exciting. 

She looked at me playfully, "Let's go." 

I loved what was happening to me, it was all a whirlwind though. I got undressed and Angela looked me over again. She lifted up my breasts while she looked at me and smiled, "Like this." 

I smiled back and laughed. Truly I was in her hands. 

She left some instructions and markings for her staff regarding minor things to the dress. We came back out into the main area where Jurgen was waiting. This entire exercise had not taken very long. 


Cote d'Azur Wedding Ch. 02



This is a true story which happened while on a business trip to Europe. Doing a favor for a business colleague turned into an opportunity to explore an unknown side of elegance, culture and fantasy of which I will never forget. The wedding party day has arrived and the party meets all expectations and more. 

*

For me, it is more important to have deep sleep than how long I sleep. In this case, I had a bit of both and woke feeling very refreshed. 

I showered and got dressed, wearing black slacks and a light blue sweater. I headed down to breakfast, but I really only wanted coffee and something light. The big German breakfasts are too much for me. 

I got back to my room and finished packing, taking care with my new dress in the hang-up bag. I was already very excited, trying to imagine what the wedding party would be like and wondering how other women would be dressed. This was the closest I could remember for a long time to the feeling of being treated like a princess out of some sort of fairy tale.

Everything went very smoothly. I took a taxi to the airport and got checked in. The flight was running on time and the plane was not too crowded. I was glad because I got to lay out my dress in the overhead bin without fear of being crushed by luggage. 

I got to Nice on time and did not have to wait long for my bags. The weather was lovely as I went out to get a taxi to my hotel. My French is passable and the driver's English was not too bad, so we had a nice chat on the way.

I checked in. The hotel is located right on the road near the water. The famous Cote d'Azur; the blue coast. I have been to Nice previously, so I knew what to expect. 

Jurgen had not yet arrived, but he already surprised me as I checked in. My room had been already arranged and paid for. I had expected to handle the costs for my own room. Well, I could always discuss that later.

The hotel itself was very elegant. My room was not huge, but it was much more than adequate and had nice style. I was looking out over the water from my window, so I was pretty happy. 

I tried to call Jurgen, but it immediately went into voicemail, so I suspected he was in the air from Geneva. I left him a message to call when he arrived. With some free time, I checked messages and called home. I was speaking to my boyfriend when I saw Jurgen calling me. I let him go to voicemail. My boyfriend knew my work had finished up early in Munich and that I would be spending a couple of days in Nice, but I had not mentioned anything about the party. He knew I enjoyed Nice from a previous trip and he could understand from my descriptions of Nice why it was a good place to spend time. 

We talked for another 20 minutes or so. When we finished, I called Jurgen. He had landed and was waiting for his bags, and was expecting to be at the hotel in about a half-hour. We arranged he would call when he got to his room. He wanted me to see the jewelry and have lunch. That sounded good as I had not eaten yet. But I think both of us were relieved that all the various planning had appeared to work out. 

He called right when I had expected. He was on the top floor, and I was soon to learn he had a magnificent suite with a balcony overlooking the pool area. It was stylishly decorated and had a lot of windows and light. Really nice.

We greeted each other and briefly chatted. Jurgen suggested we have lunch here. There was a nice table area on the balcony, so we ordered our food and then continued the conversation. He pulled out the jewelry and it was just as I had expected based on our Munich shopping. The necklace length was just right. He surprised me also with a matching bracelet, but he said it was completely optional, as a suggestion from the jeweler. He said everything was insured, so not to worry. 

Our lunch arrived and was set up out on the balcony. Nice china and table settings. Very fancy. It was a young guy who brought everything, white coat, the whole nine yards.

Jurgen discussed the agenda. He wanted to meet for drinks at the bar around 6 p.m. and introduce me to a few of his closest friends. The party itself would start around 7 p.m., but he thought dinner would not be served until around 8 o'clock.

It was about 3:30 p.m. as we finished lunch. 

I again told Jurgen that I was glad he had invited me to come. He smiled, "I am glad you came also."

I thought to broach a delicate subject with him, "Jurgen, what do your friends know about me? Are we friends, colleagues, dating?"

He said, "They actually don't know much at all. I only said I was bringing someone."

I replied, "Well, I don't know any of them, so I am happy to go along with whatever you would like. Just let me know so we are on the same page."

He smiled at me and said, "I appreciate your kindness very much. The best story is near the truth -- that we have known each other for several years and leave the rest vague."

I could play along. I knew what to do now. 

It was about 4 p.m. then and I told Jurgen I was going to go back to my room and I would come back up to his suite a little before 6 and we could go down to the bar together. This would also be the best way to handle the jewelry; let him hang onto it until needed. 

I went back to my room and took a long, hot bath. It was very relaxing and I soaked until it was time to get ready. I took longer than normal getting ready that day; a little more makeup than usual, but most people would not call it a lot. Maybe a lot for me. I also spent some time getting my hair up just right. 

Then it was time to get dressed. I pulled out all the fancy lingerie and stockings. I looked at myself in the mirror fully nude first, and thought my efforts at staying in shape were paying off. The corset-bustier had the planned effect of lifting my breasts. Finally, I looked like some model out of a lingerie catalog except for probably that my nipples and upper breasts were still exposed. I guess it could be a risqué lingerie catalog. 

I had less trouble getting the dress on than I expected. It had to be slipped over my head. In the store, I had been helped. And as I was doing it alone this time, I also wanted to be careful to keep from messing up my hair. But I got it on fine. The only problem was that I could not zip it up in back all the way by myself. I am pretty flexible that way, but I could not get the last few inches. 

The dress was not falling off though, and I thought I could get Jurgen to help with the rest. But I looked again in the mirror before going out. It was a little loose on top because I had not finished the zipper, but besides that, I was very pleased by how it had turned out. I put the silky black wrap over my shoulders, even though it was warm enough it would not be needed, so to cover up the zipper. 

I knocked on Jurgen's door. He answered it and had gotten dressed himself. He looked great in his classic tuxedo. Nicely tailored and impeccable. 

He looked at me with a smile, "Everyone will be jealous."

I smiled back, "Thank you. Could you help with the zipper? I could not get it all the way."

I turned around and he did the rest of the zipper. The effect on the top of the dress was good and it felt very comfortable. 

The bottom line though, was that I was showing a lot of cleavage. Certainly a lot more than was typical for me, but then again, I did not attend this kind of event very often either. 

Jurgen then brought out the jewelry and helped me with the necklace. 

I said, "I have to hand it to you and Angela, great idea."

It actually looked stunning on my skin. The emerald glowed in the light and the diamonds were beautiful. I put on the earrings and then tried on the bracelet. It was a wide band of diamonds on my left wrist, maybe two inches wide. It fit well. My first reaction was that it could be too much, but Jurgen apparently thought differently.

I deferred to him about it and left it on. Now the whole effect was complete. And to be honest, I thought I looked fantastic. 

I said, "Look what happens when you give me a blank checkbook. I look nice, but now you are poor."

He laughed, "Well, you have to return the jewelry, but everything else is actually quite modest. And......it is well worth it."

I just smiled back. 

He said, "Beth, you look stunning."

I replied back, "Jurgen, I will make a bet with you. Tonight, not one man I meet will be able to tell you the color of my eyes."

He looked a little puzzled, so I continued, "Everyone will be looking at my chest."

He started to laugh.

"I would just like you to know that I do not go out very often wearing this kind of an outfit."

He kissed my hand, "lt is highly appreciated. And I think you look quite beautiful."

We were just going to leave the room when there was a knock at the door. It was our room valet asking if he could turn down the beds and if we needed anything. 

Jurgen let him in. Maybe it was forward of him, or maybe he was sucking up. But he told us, "Monsieur and Madame look magnificent!"

Jurgen pointed to me, as if distancing himself from the compliment, "Thank you Marco. She does look quite nice, doesn't she?"

Marco must have been all of 20 years old, a nice looking kid with his white coat and black slacks. I think he was sincerely making a compliment, but part of me wondered if that was just worker training. 

We left him to straighten the room while we headed down to the bar. 

The hotel itself was five stars. Elegant and stylish. Already there were people drifting in. 

The bar had perhaps a dozen people drinking already, but Jurgen's friends had not yet arrived. 

I had observed that people in the bar definitely noticed our arrival due to our extravagant evening wear. 

We took our seats at the bar. I had not really sat in this dress before, and when I sat down, I noticed I was showing a lot of leg with the slit cut of the gown. This was of course in addition to the mega cleavage on top, which was emphasized further by the bra support lingerie and the fact I was seated and lower. Even then, I could not help but realize the eyes of anybody would be drawn to the necklace and emerald hanging just above. Perfect excuse for anyone who wanted to stare at my breasts.

Jurgen knew me well enough not to ask me what I wanted to drink, and soon our rose champagne arrived. I smiled at his insight and we toasted, "la dolce vita."

Here is the rub. I was definitely on display this evening, but the truth was I liked the idea. How bad is that?

We were alone for a short time when Jurgen saw his friends arrive. They were also dressed to the nines, the men in tuxedos and the women in gowns. I was immediately relieved to discover I would not be the only woman dressed in this style. 

On the other hand, everyone in this small group was Jurgen's age.

I had trouble keeping up with everyone's name, but Jurgen introduced me around. I can immediately tell when people will be shallow and polite, but not mean it. But I got none of that feeling here. Everyone seemed to be genuinely friendly and welcoming. Women, especially older women, can behave very differently and make an outsider feel unwelcome, without saying a word. 

I knew this would be a fun evening as everyone else got drinks and we started conversing. It seemed the entire group could speak good English and perhaps for my benefit, that seemed to be the main language spoken. 

Jurgen's friends were very outgoing and I soon learned various professions of both the men and women. Of the three couples, two of the women were involved in businesses and the other was a restaurant manager. The men were all lawyers, so I guess Jurgen might have known them from even school days. 

With many drinking champagne, soon a bottle arrived as I started my second glass. I have a pretty good drinking capacity, but I warned myself to be a little careful and pace myself.

It was time to move to the reception hall. I have to give them credit. The party hotel in Nice is the finest hotel in the city and the room did it proud. Very elegant décor and the party decorations were beautiful. 

Many people were mingling and talking. Later in the evening, I estimated the total attendance at about 300, but under a hundred were already in the room. Nicely dressed waiters had trays of champagne flutes being passed out and it looked like you could order something different if you liked. 

I held Jurgen's arm as we entered the room. In one second my fears of being overdressed were allayed. Everyone was decked out beautifully. Nevertheless, I felt spectacular and was excited to be there. Even Jurgen did not know everyone, but he was extremely polite and introduced me to everyone he knew. Quite the whirlwind actually. 

Virtually every woman who Jurgen introduced me to would compliment my outfit. I would return the compliment as everyone in the room as far as I could see looked very sharp indeed. Some of the men were subtle, others less, but even when they were being polite and well mannered, there was not a doubt in the world they noticed my chest. The large emerald provided the excuse as the eyes were drawn down, but I suspected the real reason. So no one would win the million dollars by correctly identifying my eye color at the end of the night. 

At one point I told Jurgen that he could leave me to fend for myself if he needed to go off alone. But I think he was enjoying himself very much as he was introducing me to his friends. 

The crowd looked like they were accustomed to attending these kinds of functions and wearing fancy clothes. All the men wore tuxedos and the women had more of a variety. Lots of long dresses such as I wore, but a few with stylish shorter dresses too. The classic little black dress, or some variation of it, is never the wrong choice. Several women had extensive jewelry, and most women had at least some prominent jewelry. I was glad we went with the simple necklace. It presented the word expensive in bold letters, but it also had a clean elegance where less is more. The diamonds on the strand were large though, and the emerald was very large. 

I played my part well. I could tell he liked it when I had my hand on his arm. He would put his arm around me sometimes and I would tuck myself in or place my palm on his stomach or arm. Definitely no one would think he was bringing a niece to the party. Jurgen spoke fluent German, French and English. There were a number of times when I could not make out much of the conversation. I would at least be smiling and not look bored. 

I was introduced to the bride and groom and their family. As I mentioned earlier, the wedding ceremony itself had occurred sometime in the past, so she was not wearing a bridal gown. Instead, she had on a lovely white beaded long gown which showed ample cleavage as mine did. However, her gown was exceptionally clinging and you could really tell she had worked hard to get in shape. 

As with everyone else I had met, the bridal couple was very friendly. 

We sat down for dinner. I was seated at a table for eight and sat on Jurgen's left. There had been string music the entire time, a little drowned out by the talking. Dinner and the conversation had been great. They offered champagne and red and white wines with various courses. I began to wonder how much all this cost as they had not gone cheap with anything. The food was wonderful, all presented very professionally by a good waiter staff.

I commented to Jurgen at one point how beautiful everything was. He must have been reading my mind when he said, "Both of their families have a lot of money." 

The band played classical music all evening. I could not in most cases identify the composer or title, but I recognized virtually all of the music. After dinner, many people began dancing and I was happy to join Jurgen when he asked.

As we were out on the floor, he said, "Are you having a good time?"

I replied, "Yes, thank you. This is very nice."

He continued, "I am really pleased you were able to come. Thank you."

"Jurgen, I am very glad you asked me. With all your arrangements yesterday and today, I feel very special."

He said, "I am glad to hear that."

I smiled and ventured, "And do you think your friends are impressed?"

He laughed, "Oh yes, I have had several comments."

We danced a couple of songs before walking over to the photographer. They had one person going around the room taking photos, but they also had a second photographer who had set up a special area outside of the main party chamber with special lighting and a royal blue backdrop. 

We had been told the bride and groom had requested all guests to stop by the photographer for pictures. Another unique aspect to this party. The lines were very long initially but by now we would not have to wait. 

We gave our names and the photographer started to position us. We had our arms around each other's waist and the photographer made several small adjustments. He was pleased finally and took a couple of photos. 

He then brought over a fancy chair and said, "Another one with Madame seated and monsieur standing behind."

The photographer got me seated the way he liked. We had to try a couple of leg positions for me as the initial way the dress hung did not make the best photo. We got that worked out and then he positioned Jurgen behind me but to the side a little at an angle and his hand on my shoulder. 

He took a couple of shots at slightly different camera angles, with perhaps different camera settings, and we were finished. 

Jurgen excused himself to use the restroom which was just down the hallway. 

The photographer complimented my dress and then said, "I would love to be able to photograph you in other parts of the hotel where the backgrounds are even better. We would make fantastic photos with you dressed this way."

One of my fantasies was to do elegant style modeling and it was unlikely I would be dressed this way in such a setting anytime soon. So while the offer was enticing, there simply was not time.

"Thank you, that is very kind of you. But I don't think I could be away from the party. I am sorry."

I had not really said no to him, but I had not left any openings either. 

He replied, "Yes, I understand. Maybe another time?"

He handed me his business card, but I explained that I lived in the U.S. and it was not common for me to get to Nice. Jurgen returned about that time and we reentered the party.

He saw I had the business card, "What is this?"

I explained the conversation and Jurgen said he thought that was inappropriate of the photographer. 

I put my hand on his arm, "No please, it was no big deal. Please do not say anything."

He softened up, and then smiled.

I continued, "I took it as a compliment."

He said, "The hosts would not be pleased to know this......"

But I interrupted him, "But you are not going to mention anything, right?"

He smiled and relaxed, "I will not say anything."

I gave him a light kiss on the cheek, "Thank you."

I really just wanted no incident. Part of me wanted to say yes to the photography offer, but I was here as a guest and it would be rude. Not my style.

We stood by the bar for a little while and got drinks. Other people came up and we were engaged in some nice conversation. Many people were mingling around the reception, some still seated at their tables, etc.

The weather was really great and at one point we went out onto a terrace looking out over the water. The moonlight was beautiful on the water. There were many people there already, having the same idea. A waiter brought fresh drinks and we enjoyed the breeze and the fresh air of the Mediterranean Sea. 

At one point, the men and women had slowly segregated into their own groups with polite chit-chat. However, one of the ladies asked me how I knew Jurgen.




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I responded, "Oh, I have known him for a long time. I have been coming to Europe for many years."

I had answered her question, but not directly, and she probably wanted to probe a little further. But I saw an opportunity to go back over to Jurgen and excused myself. 

Knowing that everyone was likely watching, I approached him from the side and put my arm around him. He looked at me and put his arm around my shoulder. I lifted my head up and kissed his cheek. 

I thought it was a nice gesture to show our relationship was not him "bringing his niece." I was confident the ladies had noticed as well. 

I felt Jurgen lower his hand so it was now low on my waist. I pulled him tighter to let him know it was OK. He got the message and I felt his hand caress my lower back and upper hip. It was not sleazy in any way, but could not be interpreted as us being only casual acquaintances. It was the least I could do.

He is extremely intelligent and perceptive, so I was confident he understood and appreciated it. 

The party was a very great time. The drinks, dancing, music and overall atmosphere were all lovely. At one point, Jurgen mentioned he wanted to ask a few of the women to dance and asked if I minded. I absolutely did not mind, in fact insisted he should do whatever he liked and of course he should be social to his friends. 

I told him that I was going to the 'powder room', and that with this dress it would be easier to use my own room. He nodded.

The hotel in Nice is just lovely. It is of an old, classical style, but gave a sense of class and elegance. I went through the lobby on the way to my room and received many looks, smiles and greetings from the hotel staff. 

I was almost to my room when the valet who had come to Jurgen's room earlier was coming down the hall with a room service tray. 

"Bon soir, mademoiselle. Do you need anything?"

"No thank you, Marco."

He said, "Very good, au revoir."

I got to my room and was glad for a minute alone, despite enjoying the party immensely. I was careful with my dress when there was a knock at the door.

I answered it and saw Marco holding an ice bucket, "I know Madame did not request anything, but I thought you might like to have ice."

I let him in, "Thank you Marco."

I was looking through my purse for a tip when he waved me off, "Monsieur has asked that you are well served. I cannot take any tip from you as he has already taken care of that."

I smiled at the thought that once again Jurgen had been so thoughtful in his arrangements.

Marco continued, "Is there anything else, mademoiselle?" 

I smiled, "No, thank you Marco. I feel very well served. Will you walk me back to the elevator please?"

I did not really need an escort, but it was a good way to transition. 

"Of course." 

He held the door and we walked back. I thanked him as we parted and he gave me a nice smile. I returned to the party and saw Jurgen on the dance floor with one of the ladies his own age. He saw me and smiled. I returned the smile with a wave and I headed over to the bar. I had to decide among too many good options for what to drink, but the delicious red wines they were serving won out. 

I had conversations with various people who came up, but I walked around a little bit too. It had not been my intention to stop by the photographer, but he smiled as he saw me. He was packing up his things.

He said, "Was your escort upset by our conversation?"

He sounded a little bit worried, so I said, "No, not at all. I told him I had considered it to be a compliment."

He looked relieved and smiled, "Merci, Madame."

I said, "Under different circumstances, I would have strongly considered your offer. I would love to have pictures dressed this way in this kind of a setting."

My comment was completely true. 

He replied, "Well, please let me know when you are returning and maybe we can set something up."

I inquired, "What would you use the photographs for?"

He said, "Of course you have control over that. I am looking to build up my portfolio. I want fashion modeling, glamour, and other things, but that is completely dependant on the model. What style of photographs, and where they can be shown, is something you decide."

I considered his comments and was thinking about the proper response when he continued, "But you set the limits."

I asked, "What did you mean by 'other things'?"

He smiled, "I am hesitant to say, mademoiselle, until we know each other better."

I continued, "That is no answer. Please, tell me what you have in mind."

He was intelligent, and carefully crafted his response, "Never anything more than the model agrees to, but sometimes the photographs may include lingerie or artistic nude photos."

I suspected that was what he was alluding to, but I did not want to be so forthcoming yet even though that was the kind of photographs I secretly wanted too. 

I replied, "Please let me think about it."

He said, "I hope I did not offend you. I would be also happy to photograph you in this elegant style. You have a face, and may I say a body type which the camera loves."

I said, "Thank you. I am not offended by the styles you mentioned, but I do not want them to get around."

He picked up on that, "I would only use them for my personal portfolio; you could have that in writing."

I smiled, "I have your card. Maybe we can discuss this more by email for when I return."

He responded, "I would love to photograph you. I guarantee you will look beautiful." 

I was still thinking about all of this when he continued, "Please write me with any questions you have before you make a decision. I understand modeling can be a very difficult decision, especially at the beginning. Give me a chance to set you at ease with any fears you may have."

He was doing a good job of anticipating my concerns and I felt relieved a little bit that he was aware of the reasons behind my hesitation.

I said, "Look, thank you for your comments. I have always wanted to model. A setting like this hotel is very intriguing. Let me think about it some more and I promise I will contact you if I have any concerns."

He commented, "I promise your photos will be fantastic. And you can always change your mind on your comfort level at the time."

I replied, "Thank you, I think I would be alright with some of the lingerie style photos as well, but we would have to shoot those in the room."

He shook his head no, saying, "It is very easy to shoot in various places in the hotel if you do it when other people are sleeping. The hotel is very flexible that way as long as the guests are not disturbed. Of course, we do lose some of the best lighting....."

Just what I wanted to hear. And as he was checking me out while we talked, to be true to myself, I had to admit to being very turned on by the concept.

I rejoined the party to find Jurgen talking with a group of people near the bar. I walked up, but did not interrupt the discussion. I did saddle up to him though, and he responded by putting his arm around my waist as before. 

I got another drink, although I had been pacing myself recently and felt fine. This was definitely not the kind of party where I wanted to drink too much. 

The discussion was in German this time, so I could not follow, but I could tell Jurgen was glad I had rejoined him as I felt his hand move in small circles around my lower back. I squeezed his arm a couple of times in response. 

We danced a couple more songs and then I danced with some of Jurgen's friends while he danced with their partners, all very cordial. The main party and ballroom were beginning to wind down. Some of the older people had already left. Naturally, the younger crowd was still around, but I wondered if the type of music they had been playing was really appealing. 

We were informed the band would be playing a couple more songs and then finishing, so Jurgen and I reconnected. 

While we were dancing, Jurgen said, "So Beth, have you been enjoying this?"

"Very much. I am having a great time. Your friends have been very kind."

Our dancing was close, but not overly so and I could feel his firm hand on my lower back as he led. I rested my head on his chest as the music became slower. 

Finally the music ended and everyone applauded the band. Typical after weddings, some people would begin saying their goodbyes to the bride and groom and to their own friends. Others still hung out in the bar area, and Jurgen and I moved there as well. I was still feeling very much in control, so another drink was not a problem for me. It looked like everyone in this sphere could handle their alcohol well. Nevertheless, some people had to drive or get taxis if they were staying at different hotels and the group became smaller.

The bar in the ballroom was not the most comfortable as you could not sit down. You had to move to the regular tables if you wanted to do that. So the group of about 10 people decided they would move over to the hotel's main bar area. 

I told Jurgen I was going to go up to my room for a minute and would join him at the bar. It is not that easy to use the ladies room with a long dress and fancy lingerie, but I could manage alright and the extra privacy of my room was better.

The group was already having a good time in the bar when I returned. The piano player appeared to be very good and the place was louder due to a pretty good crowd in addition to those of us who had attended the party. 

Jurgen rose and motioned for me to sit at the bar as I arrived. The bar stools were of normal height, meaning higher than conventional chairs. Also the leg rests were at a level to give the effect when I crossed my legs of showing more leg than normal. Coupled with people standing near us as we talked, for a second I felt like a lot on display. I had been pretty careful with my dress all evening, but it was just a fact that people could see a lot of my breasts and I had to be careful not to have a nipple slip. 

I had a glass of champagne and was re-engaged in the conversation, and as Jurgen was standing beside me, I could feel his hand rest on my bare shoulder. I placed my own hand over his a couple of times. 

The lighting in the bar was totally different than the ballroom. Difficult to describe, but they had some small high intensity lights on the ceiling pointing at the bar area. The effect was that my jewelry looked dazzling. The diamonds were sparkling and beautiful. 

At one point Jurgen took a seat next to me. I turned to face him. He took my hands in his and squeezed. I simply smiled at him, "Are you doing alright Jurgen?"

"Fantastic," he replied.

Our hands were clasped resting on my lap, but with his hands under mine, they were against my leg. Even though I was wearing stockings, it was still a different sensation. As we unclasped our hands, Jurgen seemed to be quick to pull back as not to be too forward. At least one of his friends had caught it, and I did not want to have Jurgen embarrassed. 

I smiled at him and took his left hand closest to the bar in my own hand and placed our clasped hands on my leg again. But this time, I put my palm over the top of his hand as his hand wrested on my leg. It was not a big deal though; his hand casually rubbed my knee. 

Jurgen gave me another knowing look of appreciation without saying anything. 

It was now getting late anyway. A few couples had said goodbyes and there were only six of our group still at the bar. I was a little tired. It had been a long day with the travel, as well as the dancing, etc. As the bar was getting ready to close, Jurgen suggested we have one more drink up in his suite and then call it a night. The bartender and his staff really liked that idea, so they could close up and go home. We all gave our respective orders and they would bring them up to the suite. 

The other two couples were also staying at the hotel, which explained why they were not pushing hard to leave. We all headed off to the elevators and Jurgen's suite. The evening was still not too cold and the terrace off his room was magnificent with the breeze and the moonlight on the sea, the lights of Nice very visible. 

The bartender brought up the drinks. We toasted the bride and groom and the wonderful party. Clearly everyone was a little tired and soon the others picked up and headed for their rooms. I stayed behind with Jurgen. 

After an evening with so many people, it felt good to have some peace and quiet. 

Jurgen said, "I cannot express my gratitude to you tonight. I am very happy."

I said, "No need Jurgen. I had a great time and feel fortunate to have attended. It is I who should thank you."

He took my hands and leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek. I responded by giving him a light kiss on the lips, "Thank you Jurgen."

We stood on the balcony looking out over the moonlit Mediterranean Sea and he put his arm around me as before, saying, "It really is a magnificent view, isn't it?"

"Yes, I will never forget this evening. Actually, these entire last few days have been very memorable."

I continued, "By the way, I think you had better help me with the jewelry. We don't want to get you hunted down by your friend."

He laughed. I turned around to have him help me off with my necklace. He put his hands on my upper arms and slowly moved them over my shoulders. I had not expected that, but it felt nice. He gave my shoulders a squeeze and then he unclasped the necklace. 

I turned and smiled, "I sure hate to give that up." 

He responded, "It will never look better than it did on you tonight."

I said, "You are very charming. Thank you." 

He got out the jewelry case and placed the necklace inside. In the meantime, I took off the bracelet and was about to remove the earrings when Jurgen said, "Please let me help you with those."

I smiled and let him. He leaned in as he tried to figure them out. It would have been much easier to do it myself, but I understood the point of his small gesture. 

He fumbled a little, but finally got it right when he rested his hand against my neck. So much for the left ear. He then moved to my other ear and got it more easily, but like something out of a comedy. He dropped it and it fell down to rest in between my breast and the dress. 

He said, "Oh my, I am so sorry about that."

I laughed, "You could not do that again with a hundred tries." 

I reached down and pulled it back up. He laughed as well, "Sorry."

I said, "No big deal. Since you paid for the outfit, we will call it even."

He responded, "No, I got the better of the deal. Money well spent. My friends are all suitably envious of me." 

I did a little twirl, "No so bad then? Who thought a scientist could clean up well?"

He laughed, "Let's just say I saw your potential."

I caught the smirk in his face as he said it. 

I said, "Ah, but if I had ugly tattoos at the dress fitting, I bet you would have come up with a debilitating illness suddenly."

He laughed again, "Yes, thank goodness for that." 

I went up and gave him a small punch to the stomach, saying, "That is for all women everywhere, you cad."

He caught the playfulness though and pulled me toward him. We hugged each other tight, and he said, "Really Beth, seriously. I don't know how to thank you."

I held him tightly, while I replied, "You already have Jurgen."

His hands caressed my shoulders and back. I did the same to him. 

I asked, "Would it be alright if I use your bathroom for a moment?"

"Of course."

It was not a spur of the moment decision. I had thought about the possibility all day, but I had not decided, but would see how things went.

I took off the dress while in the bathroom and hung it over the door hook. I looked at myself in the mirror. Stockings and garter, French cut panty and the corset bustier which exposed my breasts. I don't have a big head about my looks, but I also know I look good. And this outfit came right out of a romance novel. I turned out the light in the bathroom and came back out in the room. 

Jurgen saw me and I thought he might faint. 

I said, "You never really got to see the entire ensemble. I thought you should at least get to take a look."

With that, I did another twirl, "So what do you think?"

For a lawyer who always knows the right thing to say, he was lost for words. 

I said, "From your expression, you look disappointed with the choices. I will have to call and rebuke Angela."

He laughed, and came over, "You look magnificent. Simply wonderful."

I said, "Could you help me off with the corset, please? It is not uncomfortable, but I have been wearing it all day."

I stood with my back to him as he undid the fastening hooks. I tossed it on the bed, still with my back to him. His hands first went to my waist and then rose higher until he was cupping both of my breasts, followed by a squeeze. 

He lowered his head and kissed my neck, and I reached up with my hand and placed it on his head. He responded by lowering one of his hands down my stomach and began to rub my pussy over my panty. 

I was on fire. 

He turned me to face him, saying, "I did not expect this."

I responded, "If I thought you expected it, it would not be happening. This is new for me as well. I don't want this night to end."

He leaned down and we kissed. It was not rough, not awkward. It was very passionate but still tender. Our tongues met. 

I had gotten the wrong impression of Jurgen. I thought he was a little shy, somewhat timid romantically. Instead, I realized he had been a gentleman, but now that he was invited, he was clearly taking the lead. I had taken charge initially by walking out of the bathroom dressed only in my lingerie, but it was if a baton had been passed. 

He picked me up in his arms and carried me over to the bed where he gently set me down. He leaned in to kiss me again, but he also ran has fingers up my inner thigh and then lightly grazed my pussy again. He only now removed his jacket and sat beside me on the bed. 

He smiled at me and cupped my cheek an ear in his hand, "I do not want this night to end either."

With that, he kissed me again, but it was quick on my lips and then he moved to my neck. I felt his tongue as well as his lips as he moved down to my shoulders and finally to my breast. 

He knew what he wanted, but he was in no hurry. He spent a long time carefully caressing my breasts with his hand, tongue and lips. It would be wrong to say I had responded, as I came out of the bathroom with my nipples fully hard from excitement. However, he had a wonderful way about him and I was simply enjoying him giving me pleasure. I gently touched his back with my hand.

He must have spent 15 minutes on my breasts, so it was with both anticipation and a little regret when he began to slowly kiss and lick me lower, taking his time over my stomach area. Whether it was with his hands or mouth, I would describe him as tender and passionate at the same time, never rough. He jumped over my panty area and kissed me on the skin area between my stockings and panty. While he was doing this, I felt the fingers of his hand extremely lightly running up my calf and inner thigh. I shuddered in a good way.

I reached down to unhook the garter belt, but he pushed my hand away and looked at me with a soft expression, "No, no, I will do everything for you. Relax."

I know what I like in the bedroom and frequently can be the leader or sharing the lead. But I had to admit I was enjoying being pampered this way. 

Jurgen knew what he was doing with the garter belt and quickly had the clasps free from my stockings. He rotated the back clasp and also soon had the garter off. He got up and walked over to my feet and lifted up my leg. He lightly kissed my calf but stopped by the time he got to my knee. He did the same thing with my other leg. Then he took my shoes off and rubbed my feet. Not really a caress, more of a brief massage. He then kneeled at the foot of the bed and began to peel off my stockings, starting with my left leg. He kissed and licked my bare leg, but this time not stopping at the knee. He went up about half way on my inner thigh with his tongue. 




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It felt simply wonderful.

He took his time as he did my right leg, again giving me goose bumps as he moved up my leg. This time he continued higher though, and stopped just an inch or so from my panty. 

He moved the bed and skipped over my panty again to lick my stomach and then breasts before moving up high enough to kiss me again. Our mouths melded together and I felt his body lying on top of me for the moment. 

He lifted me up and moved me higher on the bed so my head was closer to the head railing. I reached down to begin unbuttoning his shirt, but he took my hands, smiling, and saying, "Not yet."

This time, he more quickly kissed his way back down my chest and stomach, again passing over my panty area. He got down to the foot of the bed and began licking my lower leg. He was more forceful than before, adding small bites to his caresses. 

Could he tell my pussy was on fire? I did not think so by the way he took so much time as he licked against the skin of my thighs. My legs were parted as he moved up my body, but his touch on my inner thighs was driving me crazy. 

Only after a long time did he reach down and lift me up to remove my panty. 

My pussy was now exposed to him. I could have practically killed him as he did not immediately dive in. Instead, he would give light licks to my inner thighs, my pelvic mound and then finally I gasped when I felt his tongue just very lightly touch against my labia. He did not make any attempt to spread my pussy lips, not yet. 

He again started up my inner thigh with his mouth, but this time mercifully he gave my pussy some needed attention. Oh my god. His tongue finally separated my pussy and I felt him touch and lick against my clit. 

He really knew what he was doing, but always taking his time. He then lifted me up and put a pillow under my ass.

Finally he began to eat my pussy. I would not be exaggerating one bit to say he did nothing but eat me out for what seemed like forever, but was probably actually around 30 minutes. He brought me to orgasm with his tongue and it was sweet and intense and long lasting. He needed no prompting from me as to what I liked, apparently being very perceptive to my feelings. 

But even after he felt me come, he only relaxed a little bit, but never fully stopping. He let me come down from my orgasm enough so I could relax again, but not totally as he built me up again. None of this was with his fingers which clutched against my outer thighs. 

Clearly he loved to eat pussy, and just as clearly knew how to do it in a way which made me never want him to stop. And just like it was natural for him, it was not long before he gave me another orgasm with his mouth. Absolutely crazy unbelievable, this one was just as intense as the first. 

This time Jurgen let me come down all the way, gently slowing his licking, and then gradually kissing my inner thighs. 

I felt like I was in heaven when he lifted up and then leaned down to kiss me. My mouth greedily took him in, our tongues dancing. I could smell and taste my pussy as he took me in his arms and held me tightly as we kissed. 

Men are not typically like this, taking their time. Frequently that will occur after having sex the first time. I was amazed at his patience. 

Finally, he lifted up. I opened my eyes to find him smiling at me.

He softly spoke, "I have never met a woman so responsive to my touch that way." 

"Are you kidding me? That was incredible."

He said, "I am glad you are pleased."

He started to unbutton the sleeves on his shirt, saying, "I think I should get out of these things."

I took his hand in mine, "No, no, monsieur. Now it is my turn." 

I playfully grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him to the bed. He started laughing as I rolled him over and straddled him. 

I looked down to his eyes, "When I said that I did not want this night to end, I meant that for the both of us."

He moved around so that he was now lying on his back, with me kneeling on the bed next to him. His right hand caressed my leg and back while I undid the buttons on his shirt. He was still wearing it when I leaned down to kiss him this time. I felt his hand move to my breast while we kissed. 

As he had done for me, I then began to kiss and lick his cheek and neck, and then slowly did the same down the center of his chest and stomach where his shirt had parted. 

I spread apart his shirt with my hands and then moved with my mouth over his entire torso. At some points I would lean far enough over to kiss his shoulders and the side away from me, but I was actually concentrating more on very lightly running my nipples against his skin. The kissing was more the subterfuge, I have found that men go nuts when my breasts lightly brush them this way as if by accident. By his breathing and his lightly touching my ass, I knew it affected him this way also. 

He did not have a lot of hair. He was not smooth by any means, but he could be described as being very fine. I had smelled his cologne all night. It was nice, and not too heavy. I lifted him up only enough to completely remove his shirt. I then moved down to the foot of the bed and removed his shoes and socks. 

Almost then like a masseuse, I rubbed my hands up and down his pant legs, squeezing and prodding him. I got up about as high as his middle thigh. I then moved his legs apart and kneeled in between and began licking his chest again.

He really liked it when I licked and then sucked on his nipples. But when I started to lick lower and lower toward his belt, I could feel him tense up with anticipation. 

While I liked him taking his time with me, I was not quite sure yet if he felt the slow progression the same way or not. I ran my breasts lightly across his stomach and chest again, but this time he could tell it was deliberate. 

I looked at him and he slowly opened his eyes. I smiled, "How are you doing?"

He reached up and pulled me toward him and we kissed again, and he said, "You are making me very happy." 

I said, "Good." 

This time as I kissed and licked downward, I went past the belt line far enough to feel his erection with my mouth. 

He groaned as I finally touched him. I reached down and rubbed him deliberately with my hand. And then finally I loosened his belt and unclasped his pants. I was alternately looking at him and unzipping him. He was looking at me intently as if he could not believe what was happening. 

I finally slid his pants and shorts down as he lifted up for me. I removed them completely and hung them over the chair. 

In a similar fashion to what he had done for me, I began by slowly licking his legs beginning at the calf and working up. I had gone up as high as his upper thigh when I lifted up high enough to lightly run my breasts over first his leg and then hips while running my tongue up his stomach. It was very obvious when my breasts rubbed against his hard penis. 

I had taken my time as well, but now I would take no mercy on him. 

I was looking at him watching me as I ran my tongue slowly over the lower part of his shaft to the head. He had propped additional pillows under his shoulders and head so he could watch me. 

I grabbed his cock now with my hand and raised him up; looking into his eyes as I ran my tongue over the head. 

Jurgen also had only light hair here. He was average sized, both in length and thickness. I would guess he was between 6 and 7 inches. I had not much experience with uncircumcised guys, but I liked the look of his skin as I stroked him. It moved back and forth. 

For the first time I took him into my mouth. I had decided to take as much of him as I could in this first pass, mentally preparing myself to resist the impulse to gag. I relaxed first and slowly lowered my head onto his cock. I went really slowly but deliberately and I eventually took almost all of him, at most leaving an inch. Just as slowly I lifted my head while sucking him on my way up. 

Without gagging the first time, I knew I would not have that problem at all. I began to lick him now with more earnest, including at the end grabbing his shaft with my hand while I licked and sucked on his balls. 

I was going to take my time and make him enjoy this as he had with me. 

I looked him after I had gone down far again, saying, "Jurgen, please let me know if I am doing something you do not like."

I had not really expected him to complain, but he pulled me close to him. I expected him to kiss me, but looked at me intently and said, "I have liked everything you have done for me since the first you agreed to attend the party. This is beyond my wildest dream."

Not exactly responsive to the question, but clearly he was enjoying himself. 

I went back to sucking his dick which made him groan. I wanted to prolong this, so I purposely did not go crazy. I was sure I could make him come anytime, but this slower, gentler pace has its advantages too. I was enjoying the heat and silky texture of his skin in my mouth. I would sometimes just use my tongue and lick the head lightly, other times more working on the shaft. 

I would look up from time to time to see Jurgen watching me with either a smile or a look of complete pleasure. The cool breeze was blowing through the open terrace windows. 

I had been giving him a long slow blow job for a while when I changed my position and climbed on top of him. I was facing him while I mounted his cock. It was perfectly hard and I positioned the head at my pussy and slowly lowered myself. 

It felt so good to feel him slide inside me. My pussy was very wet and it was easy to go all the way down on him. Jurgen and I sighed simultaneously and I rocked back and forth as we ground ourselves together.

He reached up and started to squeeze my tits. Just the perfect timing too, as my whole body shuddered. 

I lifted myself back off until just the head was inside my pussy. Jurgen moved his hands to my ass and we began to fuck. Slow steady strokes which got him deep inside me and then almost all the way out. He slipped out once or twice, but he was hard and it was easy to reposition him. He was helping to lift me off and we soon achieved a smooth rhythm. 

We were looking into each other's eyes, but neither of us said anything. The baton was passed again as Jurgen held me down on his cock and then rolled us over so that he was on top of me. He then pulled off and touched my hip to move. I realized he wanted to take me from behind. So I got up on my hands and knees and positioned my ass near the side of the bed. 

Jurgen slid his dick near my pussy and I reached back to guide him in. It felt wonderful as he slid in all the way. He only did about ten or so strokes at a slow pace before he began fucking me harder. His balls were slapping against me and he began pounding me now. I could feel another orgasm building up inside of me.

He kept pumping away, fast and powerful. 

I was close to coming again, and I said, "Oh my god Jurgen, you are going to make me come again."

But my words were coming out of me in gasps and moans as I really loved the feel of his hard cock. 

I had my orgasm as he continued to fuck me. If I had any concerns about how long he would last, they were soon forgotten. He kept pumping away with his hands on my ass, slamming against me. I could feel his cock slide against my clit with each powerful stroke. As when he made me come by eating me out, this orgasm was also intense and long. 

By my sounds he clearly recognized I was in the throes of ecstasy, and he continued away. His endurance was remarkable and I loved every second of it. 

He pulled out after a while, still rock hard and he rolled me over. He put a pillow under my ass and held my legs apart wide. He kneeled and dove his face into my pussy, sticking his tongue way in. It felt wonderful then as he lapped against my clit. 

He was only taking a break though, and then he stood up and slid his dick back inside me, saying, "I just love the taste of your pussy. I cannot get enough."

I wrapped my legs around his back and held him deep inside me.

I said, "I love the feel of that hard cock of yours. You are driving me crazy."

I released my legs and he began to stroke me again. This angle slipped his cock against my clit going in and out. I was thrilled by the sensations running through my body.

We had been fucking for what seemed like 20 or 30 minutes when he pulled out his cock and shot a long stream of cum onto my stomach. He was stroking his cock and another smaller spurt came out. I moved then and took his cock in my mouth. I could taste a few more drops come out as I sucked him.

Jurgen had been moaning while he had his orgasm, and it became more intense as I sucked him. He was becoming more relaxed now and I sucked him more gently. He began to lose his erection. I always like that feeling as he became softer in my mouth. 

He pulled me up and we fell into a long deep slow kiss. Our bodies rubbed together as we enjoyed each other. 

He finally looked down at me, "That was simply fantastic. You are unbelievable."

I replied, "You are too. Now I feel like a real princess."

He laughed at that. 

I went to the bathroom and got a warm wash cloth to clean us up. He was lying on the bed exhausted and I came to wipe up his semen from where our bodies had rubbed together during our kiss. I also wiped off his dick and then brought him a glass of water. I then slipped into bed beside him. 

He took me in his arms and we both enjoyed the after sex relaxation. 

He whispered, "I want to sleep now. Please stay here tonight."

I just said, "Yes."

I think the combination of the long day traveling; the party and the amazing sex session had tired us to exhaustion. I know I fell right asleep with his arms around me. Sometime during the night we changed positions so we were parted from each other, but when I awoke my back was next to Jurgen's chest and both arms were around me. He had his hand on my breast, but he was not awake.

I liked the feeling of him next to me and I looked out to sunshine coming in the windows. I could not see a clock from where I was, but instead of getting up to look; I just laid there and enjoyed the feelings of a man beside me in bed. 

Truly wonderful. 



Cote d'Azur Wedding Ch. 03



This is a true story which happened while on a business trip to Europe. Doing a favor for a business colleague turned into an opportunity to explore an unknown side of elegance, culture and fantasy of which I will never forget.

Chapter 3 

What an amazing night. Literally a Cinderella princess fantasy come true. I dreamed about the entire experience while in bed with Jurgen. 

Eventually I got up to use the bathroom. I looked out the window at the magnificent view of the Cote d'Azur and then climbed back in beside him. It was about 11 a.m., so we had slept for about seven hours. 

Jurgen woke and I could feel his hands touching my skin. We only had a light sheet over us now.

He said, "Beth, did you sleep well?"

I rolled over to look at him, our heads only inches apart. I slid my leg over his and put my arm across his stomach. I gave him a light kiss on the lips, and said, "I slept fantastic. You sure know what a girl needs."

He smiled and I continued, "How about you?" 

"Fantastic as well."

He continued, "Last night was wonderful. Thank you."

I said, "I thought so too. You were truly great."

He replied, "You also."  

He then asked if I was hungry. It was a little impulsive, but I slipped my hand down to grab his penis, saying, "I sure am. Do you have anything for me to eat?"

That was not his original intention, but I could feel him start to get an erection again. He moaned as I stroked him. Getting no resistance, I took him into my mouth and began sucking him. I loved the feeling of him getting hard in my mouth. 

But this time I wanted to see if I could make him come this way and I was more intense. I was squeezing his balls in my hand while I sucked him more intently. I think I am good at cocksucking, probably because I like it and that I try to be perceptive to what the man likes. Jurgen liked the classic deep throat coupled with a deep intense sucking.  It was only about five minutes before I felt him tense up.

He said, "Beth, I am coming."

Of course that was to give me warning, but I already had a game plan that I wanted him to come in my mouth. It was only a few seconds before I felt him shoot into my mouth. Slightly salty and warm, and I kept sucking him intensely.

Jurgen was groaning.

I let him finish spurting inside my mouth and then beginning to relax before I lifted my head. I opened my mouth to show him his come on my tongue and then swallowed.  

He was looking at me with absolute lust as I licked my lips and smiled, "Mmmmmmm, thank you for breakfast."

He laughed and said, "Well, I had intended to call room service, but I like your idea much better."

I laughed too, "You can call them now if you like. I am also hungry in a more conventional manner."

He got up and found the menu, and asked what I would like.  I said I wanted scrambled eggs, toast and coffee.  He nodded while he got room service on the phone. I went into the bathroom and jumped into the shower. 

The hot water felt great as I soaped myself down and shampooed my hair. I dried off but brushed my hair wet and let it air dry, which is kind of an interesting look on me.  

I asked Jurgen if he had a shirt I could wear or a robe. The suite was well equipped and they had both terry cloth and more of a silky white light style. I opted for the latter, although it certainly was what you would call revealing. Jurgen took his turn in the shower. He was in a little longer than me as he shaved as well. 

The service was fast. Jurgen just came out of the bathroom when the door bell sounded. He went to let him in and Marco wheeled in a loaded cart. 

Marco said, "Bon jour, Monsieur. Bon jour, Mademoiselle."

We returned the greetings. Marco asked where we wanted to eat. I replied first, "On the terrace."

Jurgen laughed and said, "As the lady directs." 

Marco also laughed, "Very good mademoiselle."

I looked over at Jurgen, "At least he is not calling me Madame any more. I won't have to kill him for making me feel old."

They both laughed as Marco set the table, "Never again madamemoiselle."

Jurgen had ordered a great deal more than eggs and toast. I saw a variety of fresh fruits, bacon, croissants, as well as a large pitcher of orange juice and coffee.

Marco asked me how I like my coffee, to which I replied, "Café au lait please."

He was never bold about it, but I saw a couple of glances as Marco appeared to be admiring my robe.  It doesn't take much attention like that, and sure enough, I could feel my nipples harden, which became quite prominent under the thin material. 

I also realized he knew I had my own room and must have assumed I had spent the night with Jurgen as I sat in my robe and wet hair. I guessed he was about 20 or 21, but working in a hotel, I imagined he had seen a lot. 

We sat down to eat as we thanked Marco and he left. 

The food was delicious. I was hungry anyway, so anything would suffice. But everything had a great taste, the view was magnificent, the weather wonderful and I was still on my high from the great sex the night before. Something about having great sex – it is very satisfying, but it leaves me still horny.

Jurgen looked hungry too as we both devoured the food. 

He asked me if I would join him for dinner, but mentioned he was going to be away for the afternoon. He had already made arrangements to visit relatives who lived about an hour away.  

He asked me if I wanted to come along, but he said I would likely find it boring.  

I said, "I think I will stay here then, maybe go to the beach or the pool. But dinner sounds great."

That was the plan then. I would have to leave the next day for the United States. Nice to Amsterdam was a short flight, but over the ocean would take the most time. 

Jurgen got ready while I relaxed and drank coffee, watching the calm sea and the slight breeze moving through the trees.  

Jurgen had arranged for a rental car and he was running a little late. 

I playfully apologized, "Sorry that blow job made you late."

He smiled and came over to kiss me, saying, "Yes, they can wait a little."

As he was leaving, he said, "You can use this room if you like, the terrace view is better. Marco already knows you can sign for everything."

I started to protest, when he gave me the scolding look, "We are not debating this, you are my guest."

Then he softened up, "My very precious guest. Have a great day, wherever you decide to go. They also have a very nice spa, by the way."

He leaned down to kiss me again, saying he would return around 7 p.m. 

It was not quite 1 p.m. yet, so I would have plenty of time. One thing on the South of France, there is no need to be in a hurry. 

I sat in the warm sun having another cup of coffee. Such a debate. I knew I wanted to get some sun, but should I go to the beach or pool, or should I just stay out on the private terrace? 

While I sat relaxing, housekeeping came and made up the room. They also took away the breakfast dishes, although I had them leave the coffee, juice and fruit. The fruit might make a nice snack. The strawberries and pineapple slices were both fantastic. 

I came to a perfect decision on where to sun; no decision at all. I could start out on the terrace for a while, and then move to the pool and beach later since I had enough time. What lost out this time would be walking around the city, which I had done last time, and the spa. Despite Jurgen's suggestion, and that in my still horny mood, a massage sounded great, I thought it would be unbecoming to impose on his hospitality in that way. He had been very generous already, and I do not appreciate people who ride someone's generosity into the ground.

The beach, pool and terrace all had their pros and cons. While I like being around people, which the pool and beach would solve, the pool would likely require a full bathing suit or maybe topless, while the beach would allow topless sunbathing. 

I could sunbathe fully nude on the terrace. And I was still feeling a little sleepy and lazy. They had very comfortable chaise lounges, with deep cushions and large towels to spread over the top. I positioned the lounge chair and took off my robe, lying on my stomach. 

The first flaw in my plan became evident, as I had things in my room I would want such as sunscreen and sunglasses, as well as my bathing suit. Oh well, I would not need them for a while.

There is just something perfect about nude sunbathing. Of course no tan lines are one advantage, but it is also very liberating.  I was deeply relaxing and I started to think about the previous evening. The party and my gown were fabulous, but I also thought about the photographer and his offer. A thought struck my mind that I had time and maybe could call him. But the middle of the day was not appropriate timing. It seemed impulsive too, as I had not thought through the whole thing enough yet either. 

My mind then wandered to after the party in Jurgen's room. That was certainly impulsive, but I had been rewarded with fantastic sex. I could not say Jurgen had 'surprised me', but you can never anticipate when truly great sex will occur with someone for the first time.  

I was thinking about him inside me, when I heard a voice from the suite. It was Marco.

"Mademoiselle, I did not want to frighten you. I was just returning Monsieur's' laundry. I am sorry."

He had not come out to the terrace, as it was obvious to him I was nude. It was a little awkward, but not a problem. 

I said, "Thank you Marco. No problems at all, don't worry. I am sure you go out to the beach and see lots of people."

He replied, "Yes, that is true, but I did not want to disturb your privacy."

I said, "It is really not a problem. I don't mind."

He came a little closer, and added, "Since I have already disturbed you, is there anything I can get you? Monsieur asked me to look after you today."

That was very sweet of Jurgen to arrange that. I am sure he had tipped him well.  

Suddenly it occurred to me, "Marco, you could do me a favor."

"Of course, what may I do for you?"

I said, "In my other room, I have a suitcase with all of my things. I want to get my sun lotion and bathing suit.  Could you please bring the suitcase up here?"

He said, "No problem mademoiselle, I will get it right away."

While it was true he could see at least topless women on French beaches regularly, it was not the same, because they were not me. And while I might not be a supermodel, I think I look better than most. It had not been my intention to let him see me nude, but I also got a bit of a thrill by it too. 

He was not gone very long, asking me where I wanted the suitcase.

I replied, "Please lay it on the bed."

While it had not been my intention to let him see me nude, now it was deliberate. I got up from the chaise lounge and walked fully nude into the bedroom as he set the suitcase on the bed. 

I said, "Marco, I know the beach is topless, but what about the pool?"

He was about five feet away standing. My nipples got hard as I knew he was looking at me as I unzipped the suitcase.  

He replied, "Normally women wear tops at the pool here. Occasionally someone will go topless, but it is not too common. But the beaches are different. Many women are topless and some are even fully nude."

I said, "I did not know that about the beach. I am not in France that often, but mostly I have seen most women wear both pieces of their bathing suit, and maybe 25 percent topless. I have not seen women nude."

He said, "It depends on the location of the beach you go to. Each section is slightly different and it matters on the particular people also. I can tell you nearby places you may go, depending on your preference."

He was very casual about it all, as was I. Marco was a nice looking young man. As I mentioned, I thought he was probably about 21. Perhaps 6 foot and thin. Curly black hair, a little long. 

"Thank you Marco. That is very helpful. If possible, I would prefer topless or nude sunbathing."

He replied, "From the front of the hotel, you go right for about 400 meters. Right past a rock wall should be satisfactory for you."

He had very good English. There was definitely an accent, but I could understand him perfectly. 

As we stood there, while he tried hard to look at my eyes, every so often he would take a look at my body and then turn away. 

I uncapped the sun lotion; good old SPF15, and put some on my arm. 

Marco said, "Please do not be offended. But would you like me to put that on your back?"

I thought for a second, and then said, "That would be nice, thank you."

I walked out and laid stomach down on the chaise lounge as he followed me out. I handed him the lotion and pulled my hair off my shoulders. 

As he rubbed the lotion on my back, I asked him, "How long have you worked here Marco?"

He said, "This is my second year. I only work the weekends though, as I go to school during the week."

I learned he wanted to be an artist, but was also taking management classes. Very interesting. 

He had finished with my back, "Would you like to do the rest yourself?"

I thought it was an intelligent question, to be careful about being too forward.

I replied, "Unless you would rather not, it is OK to finish."

He said, "No problem, I just did not want to offend."

"Thank you Marco, you have been a perfect gentleman."

I always like the feeling of someone's gentle touch on my skin. The lotion was not massage oil, but it felt good anyway. He smoothed down my legs first and then quickly did my butt, being careful not to overstep his bounds. 

He finished, asking if I needed anything else. I replied that I was fine. As he left though, I got up and went to my purse. 

Marco already started protesting as I held out a five euro note, "No, no. Monsieur was very clear."

I said, "Well, he is not here, is he? I don't plan to tell him, do you?"

He smiled but did not say anything. 

I held out the bill, smiling, "I am sure you do not want me telling him you could not follow my instructions."  

He sheepishly took the money and I smiled, "Don't worry. I appreciate you taking good care of me."

He left and I went back to the lounge chair. I stayed on my stomach, so as not to wipe off the freshly applied lotion.  

The sun felt lovely on my skin. It was very warm out, but the sea breeze was wonderful. The sheer curtains to the suite were billowing in, a beautiful sight.  

I could have easily slept, but instead I was in that sort of middle state were I was daydreaming and once in awhile dozing off. Perhaps semi-conscious. I played out a fantasy with Marco where he had applied the suntan lotion more provocatively. All in fun. 

I flipped over onto my back after a little while. It was not long before the sun had my skin glistening. I usually prefer to spend the first part without sunscreen. 

I definitely dozed off and when I woke, I heard Marco's voice again.  I looked at my watch. He had probably only been gone for about an hour.

He said, "I did not want to wake you. I was just about to leave when I saw you wake."

I wondered how long he had been there watching. It was not really a problem as I had been pretty brazen about walking in front of him before. And to be truthful, how could I be surprised if he had a number of guests to care for, but he came back first to the nice looking nude women who had him put lotion on her back. 

He said, "May I get you anything? Would you like something to drink?"

Actually, I was thirsty. I said, "Yes, that would be nice. Ummmmmmm let me think."

Marco replied, "How about a glass of wine?"

I replied, "Perfect idea. Please make it the local rose'. And some water too please."

You can never get the same flavor buying French rose' at the store and taking it home. There is something about the heat, the sea air that makes the light local wine special.

He replied, "Excellent choice. I will be right back."

Marco returned with the wine and a large bottle of mineral water. The wine was perfect. 

I said, "I just adore this wine. It is wonderful."

He replied, "It is also my favorite."

I replied, "Then it is settled. Bring another glass."

He really did protest then, "No, I cannot. The hotel manager would throw me off the balcony."

"If you get drunk, that is true. But a little bit would not hurt?"

It was a question, as I would not have pushed him to drink if he was unwilling. 

I was right though, as he replied with a big smile, "Well, maybe just a little." 

As he went to get another glass, again I notice my nipples had hardened from knowing he was looking at me. 

He returned with the glass and poured himself a half portion.  

We clinked glasses, "La dolce vita." To the good life indeed. 

He smiled after he drank, "This is the perfect wine for the warm weather. I was happy you selected it, and even happier now to taste it."

I had been out in the sun too long without sun lotion. I did not want to burn.

I picked up the bottle. Marco noticed, saying, "May I reapply it for you mademoiselle?"

I was taken aback a little. I said, "Well, for starters, let's try you call me Beth instead of mademoiselle?"

He paused without comment, so I said, "How about at least while no one else is around?"

He smiled, "As you wish ....Beth. 

I said, "Thank you."

He responded, "May I assist you with the lotion?"

I realized he sounded eager. It was probably a bit of a thrill for him, even though he had acted very professionally previously. 

I replied, "You don't mind doing my front? Or perhaps you would be uncomfortable?

He paused, then added, "Oh, I am sorry, I did not realize. I did not intend to be forward."

I said, "No problem. I thought you might have been thinking that way."

He was quiet, so I added, "You can do my front if you like, now that we are friends. I just wanted to make sure you would not be uncomfortable."

He had this perfect expression. I could read his mind as he was racing through the possibilities. On the one hand, he would get to touch a nice looking woman. On the other hand, he did not want to get in trouble. I took the main decision out of his hands as I adjusted the chaise lounge to lay flat and closed my eyes.

I could imagine him still thinking as he considered what to do. I was fairly confident though, which way he would choose. 

He was still quiet, but I felt his hand touch my foot as he smoothed on some lotion. He had obviously put some on his hands first. 

I then felt him pour some from my ankle to knee, followed by his gentle hands. It was nothing like a massage – he simply smoothed it on.  He was on my right hand side. He reached over and did the same thing to my left leg, again going up just past the knee. 

Clearly he was going to have some awful choices to make about how far he would go. I realized I was making him squirm a little and he probably had his brain going 1,000 miles an hour. He did my arms next, a safe choice.  He stayed safe again as I felt the lotion on my upper shoulders.  I then felt lotion dripping onto my stomach, followed by his gentle hands once again. 

He avoided touching my breasts, but came close. I was completely shaved on this trip, providing quite a view. But if I had had a small strip of hair, he would have come to just the top of it.

Actually, the very light touch felt great. I was in a danger mode for me. I was still horny from the great sex earlier with Jurgen. Coupled with the heat and having this young guy touch my body, I had these fantasies of forbidden fruit dancing in my head. 

He leaned over to put lotion on my left thigh and outer hip. He took the safe approach next. He went high enough on my thigh, but only on the outer portion. Very deftly, I might add. 

He surprised me next, as I felt lotion poured on my chest between my breasts. Laying flat this way, they had separated. He had not put any on my breasts themselves though. 




Cote d'Azur Wedding Ch. 03



He swirled the lotion in, saying, "How are you doing Beth?"

I knew that was not the real question he wanted to ask, but I did not help him out yet.

I said, "Great Marco. That feels very nice. Thank you for taking good care of me."

His question was not really what was on his mind, and my answer was not entirely responsive.

I interpreted what he was thinking by what he did next. Apparently, he wanted to rub the lotion on my breast, but was looking for some signal. That I answered in a friendly way his non-question, seemed to be good enough as I felt lotion drip onto my breast.

He did not touch me though. Instead he dripped lotion on the other breast. Then there was a pause, perhaps to give me time to protest.  When I did not, I felt his hand go back up to just under my shoulder on my left side and touch the outside of my breast. Clearly a test.  

When there was still no protest, I felt him finally run his hand over my entire breast and very hard nipple. He got to cop a little feel as he smoothed the lotion evenly.

He did the same thing to my other breast. It felt lovely.   

He still needed to do my right thigh and I felt the lotion being dripped. But he also dripped it over my pubic region. This would be interesting.

I felt his hand on my right thigh. He did the front all the way, but mostly on the outside and outer hip. I then felt him rub all the way across my stomach and lower abdomen again. He had already done this area, but as he went back and forth evening out the lotion, he got a little lower until his fingers glanced over my shaved pubic region.  

Oh my goodness, that felt great.

He finished that area quickly, apparently a little worried about going too far. 

Marco had his hand on my thigh again. He had not done my inner thighs at all so far, and I thought he might finish them, or just might stop.

He was probably thinking the same thing, but I felt more lotion dripped on my thigh, this time only closer to the inner area.  He had done the front of my thighs already, but he went over them again and then his hand slipped over my inner thigh near my knee. 

As his hand went higher on my leg, I rolled my leg slightly which gave him easier access. He went up pretty high, but he was going pretty quickly which I took as nervousness. 

I looked up at him and said, "Marco, if this is making you uncomfortable, you don't have to do more." 

He smiled back, "No, no. I don't mind at all. I just did not want to do anything wrong."

I smiled at him, saying, "I have been enjoying this."

He moved to the other side of the chair and dripped lotion on my other leg. As he started on my leg near the knee as before, this time we were both in synch. He rubbed more slowly and as he went up higher, I felt a little pressure and responded by parting my leg further to give him easier access. 

Essentially my pussy was now on full display. 

Marco continued rubbing my thigh even though he had already finished with the lotion. He had never touched my pussy although he had been close. 

He smiled again and went to the foot of the chair. My legs were not actually spread. It would be more accurate to say they were parted, but it was certainly enough to give him a full view.

He placed both hands on my ankles and began to massage the lower part of my legs. 

He said, "Should I continue?"

I replied, "That feels very nice, thank you."

As his hands went up to my thighs again, his massage pushed my legs outward. I willingly complied and soon my legs were wide apart over the sides of the chair.

Marco leaned in closer, "Are you sure this is all right?"

I smiled and said yes.

That was enough of an invitation for him and he leaned down and began to lick my pussy. I really could have had an orgasm right then I was so horny.

He was licking gently against my clit and I was shuddering. He hardened his tongue and I felt him press inside my dripping pussy. I was wet even before he started this from the anticipation. As he began licking my clit again, this time harder, I had a sharp orgasm that tensed my entire body. He did not stop until he felt me relax a little.

He looked up and smiled, "That was pretty easy."

I pulled him toward me and we kissed. I could taste my pussy on his tongue as we gently explored each others mouths.

I then said, "Not so fast mister, I am not finished with you yet."

With that, I took his hand in mine as we went back inside. I rubbed my hand over his already hard cock and then dropped down to my knees.

He had a big grin on his face as he knew what was coming next. 

I unzipped him and pulled out his long dick. He was larger than Jurgen, and he was also uncircumcised. I had not had much experience with uncut guys, but this was two in one day. 

As I took his cock in my mouth, I reached up to unbutton his jacket. He got the message and began to get undressed. 

His cock was silky as I slid my tongue and lips over his shaft. Marco began to unfasten his belt and pants and soon he was fully nude as I helped him. 

He sat down on the edge of the bed and I came toward him and sucked him more. He had been rock hard even before I touched him. I took as much of him in my mouth as possible, but there was no way I could deep throat him all the way. Yet when I had him deeply in my mouth, he began to groan.

I relaxed sucking him for a minute to just lick around the head and shaft for a little. I looked up to see him watching intently with a smile. He closed his eyes and his head went back though when I licked his balls and sucked on one. 

I sucked him again, but there was no way I wanted him to cum yet. I really needed his cock inside me. 

I pushed him back to lay on the bed and I got up on him while I faced him. His young face looked adorable as he looked up while I positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I slid down on him all the way, but did so slowly. I swear I could feel every millimeter of his cock as I went down further.  

I think we both groaned simultaneously when I finally took him all.  We got a good rhythm going and I was fucking him deeply. He was squeezing my tits in his hand and my nipples were rock hard. We fucked this way for a while longer and then I got off.

I kneeled at the end of the bed with my ass in the air as Marco got up and came around. 

I looked back at him as he slid his long dick inside me. "Oh yeah, Marco. Just like that."

He was not messing around now. I felt long hard strokes as he pounded against me. His cock was rubbing against me just right and I was getting close again.  

For a real young guy, he was very perceptive and recognized he was bringing me to orgasm again. He increased the tempo even more and put his hands against the sides of my ass as he pulled me toward him even harder.  It was only a few more strokes this way when I had another orgasm.  

This one was intense but lasted longer than when he had licked me. He did not stop his long strokes. I was just coming back down. I guess the thought of me having my orgasm triggered him. 

He pulled out quickly and I sat down on the bed facing him. He shot a big stream on my tits and I took him in my hand and stroked him. He shot again, this time with a spurt on my cheek. I took him in my mouth and began to suck him.

Marco shuddered then but pulled my head closer with pleasure. I could taste my pussy juices on his cock, mingled with his semen. He did what I liked and I felt him begin to soften as he began to relax. I always enjoy that feeling of a man's cock as he softens in my mouth. Finally Marco took my shoulders in his hands and lifted me up to him. 

I took my finger and wiped his semen off my cheek and licked it clean. He brought me closer to him and we kissed again, long and deeply. 

I told him, "That was absolutely fantastic. Thank you."

He replied, "I should be thanking you."

I responded, "Well, I think we are both feeling better now."

He said, "This is like a dream. When I saw you dressed up for the party last night, I had a dream about you."

I said, "This is a bit of a fantasy for me too."

We kissed again and he said he should get back or he would be missed. He asked if he could use the shower before getting dressed again, which of course was fine.

While Marco was showering, I decided to head out to the beach. We kissed lightly as he was leaving. There was not much to say, but we looked at each other smiling.

He said, "I wish you a great day at the beach. You have already made this a great day for me."

I reached down and rubbed the front of his pants and said, "That was great. I am having a good day too."



Cote d'Azur Wedding Ch. 04



This is a true story which happened while on a business trip to Europe. Doing a favor for a business colleague turned into an opportunity to explore an unknown side of elegance, culture and fantasy of which I will never forget.

Chapter 4

Once Marco left, I took a quick shower myself and then got ready to go.  The beach itself was right in front of the hotel and pretty crowded.  I elected to get one of the rental chaise lounges run by the hotel.  I had room towels, but they were not quite big enough to give enough room to lay out without touching sand.

Once I got comfortable, I surveyed the beach area.  It was a very mixed crowd.  Lots of families with kids, also what appeared to be a lot of tourists.  I guessed that only perhaps 30 percent of the women were topless.  I had been to beaches in the South of France and Nice before, so it was not totally surprising, but I might have guessed the fraction would be higher. The quality of bodies looked pretty typical too – some who had nice beach bodies and some who did not.  But no one seemed to care, which was also my attitude.  I did observe there were lots of the men wearing "European style" briefs which were the small Speedo type.

I had worn a red bikini with a sarong style covering and flat sandals with my hair up.  I reapplied sunscreen, but thought to myself this was quite the letdown after the "Marco service".  My bikini itself was on the skimpy side, but not too bad. The bottom had more covering than a thong and the top was a tie style which gave my breasts a lot of exposure and a little support.  But the top did not matter so much as I quickly removed it.  

I had my normal small exhilaration wondering whether anyone had watched, but I very quickly relaxed.  As I lay in the sun, I began to think about what had happened with Marco, about whether to tell Jurgen or not.  He and I had been intimate of course, and I was his escort for the party, but it was not like we were dating nor had any understanding.  And I had been discrete so none of his friends could know.  I wondered what kind of reaction Jurgen would have, but one thing was clear, I had thoroughly enjoyed the last 24 hours. The party and the sex had made my visit to Nice quite memorable already. I had not really made any decision on what to do, but I was not overly concerned either.

The water of the Cote d'Azur was a beautiful blue and many people were swimming and doing other common beach activities.  I was drinking the local rose' wine. My alcohol consumption when traveling is definitely more than at home, but without a reason to drive, I was enjoying the indulgence.  

The beach staff was younger people like Marco, dressed in light shorts and shirts. Very professional.  However, I could not help but think when the young man who brought my drink came by – what reaction did he have to another topless woman. I suppose you could get totally deadened to it, but I had made that assumption with Marco as well and found out it depended on the looks of the woman too.

I had been at the beach for about 20 minutes and decided to have a walk down the beach.  The bold part was that I did not put my top back on as I strolled, the conservative part left my sunglasses on in case of "some guy with a camera".  

I walked for about 15 minutes in one direction.  I drew my share of looks, but did not mind.  I saw each particular section of the beach had its own particular personality with respect to families and the degree of nudity.  I did see one section where there were a number of women fully nude, although even then there was a variety.  I love to people watch, not just on the beach.  And this was no exception.  I suppose the "watch and be watched" slogan would fit.  In any event, I was glad to be in good shape and I expected that I had one of the nicer beach bodies and did not mind if people noticed.  

I made it back to my chair and got comfortable again.  There was now a couple in the chairs next to me, probably about my age.  

They said hello, and during a few seconds of dialog, we discovered everyone was American.  Lee and Karen were from the Boston area, here on vacation.  They had really not traveled very much and during our discussion, they asked a lot of questions, both locally and of various other places I had been.

Lee had on American style trunks and Karen had on a relatively modest black bikini.  It was probably after about 10 minutes when she asked how I felt about going topless.  Apparently they had arrived on Friday and she had still not given it a try.  

I said, "You should do what you want.  If you are not ready or comfortable, then wait.  But you might find you like it."

Lee was just listening in, as he sat on one side with Karen in the middle between us.  She was again asking how I felt and what it was like.

I responded, "It doesn't really matter how it feels for me, you should do what is right for you.  I enjoy the freedom and it does not bother me if the guys, or women, check me out."

I further mentioned I had been going to topless and nude beaches for several years and had gotten quite accustomed to it.  But I think what probably connected with her the most was when I said I still got nervous each time and that I could get unwanted attention sometime, but it was no big deal and I dealt with it.

Karen replied, "Well, I could probably give topless a try, but I could never go nude.  That would be too much."

I said, "I had a similar attitude initially as well, but you would be surprised that when you are at a beach where practically everyone is already nude, it was not as big a leap as you might expect."

She inquired and I described the solitude of some of the Hawaiian beaches, as well as the crowd at Haulover, the English garden in Munich, etc.  

I could tell she was beginning to warm up to the idea.  I also got the idea Lee was extremely intelligent to be quiet and had probably enjoyed hearing Karen get the woman's perspective.  I guess he had been hoping she would go topless, but had not been successful in persuading her.  And the truth be told, I was not trying to persuade her to do it either, but that could have been the effect.  

After a while of some additional discussion and questions, she turned to Lee, "What do you think baby, should I?"

Lee confirmed my suspicions, saying, "Totally your call baby, but you know I don't mind.  Like Beth said, do it if and when you are ready."

I though 'nice', as any pressure would have likely killed it.  

I commented, "If you are going to do it, don't put your toe in the water, just dive in."  

She laughed, and did just that. She took her top off just like that and leaned back with a smile.  

I laughed, "See, the world did not stop, and you will feel better too."

Lee had a big smile on his face.  Both of them had what I would call normal bodies, not bad, but not supermodels either.  I thought she would now get to enjoy this new experience.

Karen laughed in return, "You don't understand.  I figured this would be the least self-conscious way to do it for me.  No one is going to be looking at me with you here."

I smiled back, "Nonsense.  And look at Lee over there smiling."

Slight deflection, as Lee had been looking over at me quite a lot while listening in on our conversation.  

He finally commented, "Haven't you both heard that French beaches were invented by a guy?"

OK, not a bad comeback to which Karen quipped, "Well, cheaper than letting you go to strip clubs."

I like clever people. I found out both were engineers working for one of the large automakers.  So we talked shop for a little while as I get involved in some of the latest advanced technology being implemented today for fuel economy.

While they were on vacation, both were jealous I got to be laying next to them on a business trip.  Since I knew Nice and the surrounding area a little, I gave them some tips for where to go for restaurants and night clubs.  They had a rental car, so I suggested they drive to St. Tropez if they had time.  

They asked if I would mind watching their things while they strolled the beach.  However, despite that Karen had taken the plunge and gone topless, she would not even consider walking around that way.  Lee looked a little disappointed as she put her bikini top back on, but it was easy to tell she was adamant.  My own thought was 'good for her' that she made a personal choice and stuck to it.  

While they were out walking, I had another glass of wine served by the eager to help young waiter.  I was sure he would remain attentive.  I broke a cardinal rule and took my blackberry to the beach.  I checked emails and made a couple of calls for things that could not wait, but it was only about 15 minutes.

Karen and Lee returned.  They had not been out very long, and both chided me for the 'work at the beach'.  I cut them off by mentioning that handling things while I am away is one of the reasons I am able to take trips like this.  Touche'.

I went over to the shower to rinse off and cool down a little.  I was planning to head back to the room and maybe go out to the pool for a little bit.  Unlike Karen, I did not mind walking around topless.  As I walked away, I could imagine the two of them watching.  My speculation was confirmed as I came back to the chair after rinsing off.  Both had seemed to linger watching as I walked back.  I guess having a nice body and large natural breasts will have that effect.   Karen commented while I stood there toweling off, "I need to get back to the gym."

I was sympathetic and said, "I probably run about 15 – 25 miles a week. It is not easy to find the time.  And traveling a lot with fancy meals is always a challenge too."

She said, "Well, whatever you are doing is working.  You look great."

Lee was smart enough to avoid that part of the conversation completely, but that did not stop him from enjoying the view.

They asked what I had planned for the evening and I mentioned a friend and I were having dinner.  They had hoped for a nightlife tour guide it seems.

We chatted a little more, but I thought it was time to go back.  We said our goodbyes and I put my top and sarong back on.  I was glad I had taken the time to enjoy the beach though.  

I still had a lot of time before Jurgen would be returning for dinner.  I went back to the room to drop off some items and then headed out to the pool.  

It was also a pretty busy place, but I was able to find an opening that had a little blend of sun and shade from a nearby tree.  

There were perhaps 50 people or so at the pool.  I did not see a single woman who was topless, although a couple of women were laying on there stomach and had unhooked their tops.  As I had observed myself and heard from others, this is fairly typical for hotel pools.  This made me doubly glad to have gone out the terrace of Jurgen's room first, followed by the beach.  Having that freedom already out of my system made me not too disappointed by the pool customs.

Now having said there were no women sunbathing topless, there is an interesting French custom of people changing by the pool. As people would come and go, you could see a lady topless or bottomless for a moment while they went from whatever they were wearing to the pool attire.  Interesting, as many were not very modest about the changing.  

I was lying on my stomach with my top unhooked relaxing when one of the hotel staff came to see if I wanted anything.  It was another of the "Marco types", young and handsome, who came over. Only this time his name was Jules.  

I had not really established any kind of rapport with him, simply ordering another glass of the wonderful rose' wine perfect for outside in the heat.  But I could not help think of my interlude with Marco earlier.  I tried to put it out of my mind as I did not need to get horny again already, but I was only partially successful as I laid there.

Jules came back with the drink and I had to sign for it.  Having seen the pool customs on changing, and having only partially suppressed my recollections of my Marco interlude, I lifted and turned enough to sign the check to let Jules have a look at my hanging breast.  To say it was inadvertent would be dishonest.  I was not intending to start something with him, but it might be characterized as a playful flashing.  However, of course I was able to make it look inadvertent.  

He thanked me as I had added a gratuity, but I think his smile and thanks were also partially due to his reaction and pleasure.  

I was less bold though after laying there for a while when it was time to turn over.  Without any show, I reached back and tied up my top before flipping to lie on my back.  

I could see more laying this way and enjoyed people watching. The pool had the entire spectrum, from families and couples of all ages, to everything else.  The only other single ladies at the pool seemed to be in groups, so I wondered if that was the reason a guy who had entered the pool area looked around for a bit before sitting down in the chair next to me.  

Before sitting down, he said, "Bon jour."

I responded back with hello, and he continued, "Oh, English, sorry.  Is this seat taken?"

I said it was not, and he sat down.  I was impressed by his manners and good language skills.

He asked, "Are you from America?  I travel there often and you sound like you could be from the Midwest."

I was impressed, and mentioned where I lived.  

He continued, "I have been there many times."  He named the company he worked for, which I was familiar with but had not interacted with before. The various discussion topics were far ranging. He was very easy to talk to, and not pretentious.  

His name was Jean-Paul.  And he was certainly nice looking.  I thought he was near my age, maybe a little younger.  He had a stylish haircut and let's just say he had the type of body which could handle the local custom Speedo.  Yahoo.  Lean without being skinny, very little hair. 

Under normal conditions, having a guy sit down next to me could be an unwanted intrusion.  However, manners make up for a lot and Jean-Paul was extremely well mannered.  So I found the company welcome.

The waiter came by and asked him for an order.  Jean-Paul looked over at my wine glass, asking which rose' I was drinking.  

When I mentioned the vineyard, he replied, "Excellent. I will have that too.  Please bring a bottle."

I knew where that was going.  While I had been pacing myself, I suspected he would be offering me more.  

I said, "I have tried to bring this wine back home, but it is not the same.  I love it when it is warm out, with the sea nearby."

Part of our discussion was on my experiences in France. He was a little surprised by the large number of times and cities I had visited, and still more impressed when I demonstrated a few of my answers and questions speaking French.  

He quickly learned I was not good at it, but that I was passable and he could at least understand what I meant even if it was not always the correct syntax and word choice. But it separated me from many Americans who did not know other languages.  I came clean and admitted my French was not good, but that I could speak a few other languages, including some Japanese, came over well.

The waiter brought out the ice bucket and wine and they both went through the rituals of the tasting and commenting.   Ah France.

Sure enough, he motioned for the waiter to fill my glass as well, to which I thanked him.   We continued to talk about a wide ranging subject matter, none of which seemed forced or leading.  

At one point, I got up to take a quick swim to cool off.   I certainly got the feeling Jean-Paul was watching as I walked.  I returned the gesture and noticed his nice body when he likewise took a dip in the pool.

As we lay there drinking wine and enjoying the sun, Jean-Paul said, "Thank you for allowing me to join you.  I have enjoyed our discussion immensely as it is not every day I get to speak English with such a beautiful lady."

I said, "It has been my pleasure.  You probably protected me from some of the local predators and I have also enjoyed the discussion.  Thanks also for the wine and not criticizing my blundering French."

He laughed, "How do you know I am not a predator?"

I replied quickly, "You have too nice of manners."

He laughed at that.   

My suit had not dried yet from the pool and the cool water had done its magic on my nipples.  While my suit was not transparent, it was thin enough that I knew my hard nipples were still prominent.

He said, "Well, thank you for that.  I think."

The wine was again delicious. I made a deliberate decision to avoid drinking too much too quickly. I was certain there would be more alcohol coming later when Jurgen returned for dinner.

I also was considering the situation.  I had met Jean-Paul for just a few moments, but it was easy to see there was some sort of chemistry. Intuitively I realized it would be easy to carry this forward.  But to what end.  After sleeping with Jurgen and then Marco not that long ago, I was both satisfied and still hungry.  It was as if the fire of my sexuality had been lit and I wanted still more.  Standing before Lee on the beach topless a while back just stoked the fire a little.  Now meeting Jean-Paul further kept me supercharged.

I had not been coming on to Jean-Paul, but I had not closed the door either.  It would have been easy to turn back over to lie on my stomach with my head turned away.  

Yet, the conversation, wine, and view were all interesting.   We continued to talk, covering many of the usual topics. He seemed interested in my background without prying or getting too personal.  

I learned he was in Nice taking a weekend holiday.  As he had selected this hotel, I knew without asking he had some means.  That he had quickly offered wine and bought the bottle showed he was not cheap.  I did not fully understand his business, but I did get that he traveled often, mostly within Europe and the Middle East.  So our conversation naturally moved to some interested mutual destinations as well as each of us describing cultural subtleties of various places; him focusing on places such as Dubai, me discussing Asia and particularly Japan. I enjoy conversation of this type when it is not forced. 

He inquired how long I would be staying in Nice, plans for the afternoon and evening, but I did not take it as him trying to figure out if we could do something together or not.  However, when I mentioned it was my last day in Nice and then described that I was here with someone and we would be having dinner together when he returned, he looked a bit disappointed. 

Jean-Paul said, "Ah, well that is the best defense for us predators anyway."

I laughed as he had said it in a friendly way without sarcasm.  So we clinked glasses and toasted.

I said, "Thank you for joining me.  The wine and conversation has been wonderful.  I was just thinking how fortunate I feel to be out resting by the pool in the south of France in superb weather and to meet a nice gentleman."  

He put on a big smile, "I keep trying to persuade you I am not a gentleman."

I smiled in return, "Well, then. It has been quite a pleasure to meet a nice looking predator with intelligence, nice manners, and good taste in wine." 

He responded, "Yes, that is much better.  At least my ego is not so bruised now."

I said, "Good, we could not have that."

We finished up the wine, and he said, "Do you have time for another bottle?"

I laughed and replied, "I have the time, but not the tolerance.  I am feeling great already, but thank you for asking.  In fact, if you will excuse me, I am going to find the ladies room."

With that, I got up and put on my shoes.  As I stood before him, even though we both had sunglasses on, I could feel him checking me out.  I wondered if he was thinking the same thing.  Similar to my suit making it quite clear when my nipples were hard earlier, his European style Speedo suit made it quite clear his package was less than casual. I would not say a full blown erection, but obviously on his way.  




Cote d'Azur Wedding Ch. 04



I said, "Would you mind watching my things?"

He smiled and nodded.  As I turned and walked to the restroom, I had 100 percent conviction he was watching me the entire time.  Rather than feeling self-conscious about it, I was glad my exercise regimen had paid off.  

Without a doubt, I had several scenarios floating through my mind.  

While I thought I still had a lot of time before Jurgen returned, the safest approach would have been to go back up to the room.  Maybe use the terrace again.   But how safe would that be if Marco returned.  The thought of my earlier encounter gave me goose bumps, even in the heat.  

When I returned to the pool, I saw Jean-Paul had ignored me about more wine.  My glass was full again next to his.

I laughed and said, "I see you have gone ahead with wine despite my pleading." 

He stood up and took my bag and set it down, taking my hand in his as he led me back.

He laughed and responded, "No, no. Not at all.  It is only a glass, not the bottle. However, if I knew you would be laughing about it, indeed I would have gotten another bottle."

I smiled, "Then I should feel fortunate."  

I sat down on the chair and took off my shoes. Jean-Paul sat back down again and then raised his glass.

"Beth, it has been very nice to meet you."

But instead of facing the pool as before, I sat on the side of the chair facing him. 

We clinked glasses as I said, "It has been my pleasure."

He replied, "Merci beaucoup."

I told him that I really loved this wine, which was entirely honest.  The truth was I also felt fine. I could have probably not had any problem drinking my portion of another bottle.  It is strange how sometimes I can feel the effects quickly without too much intake and other times virtually continuous drinking is not a problem.  

Jean-Paul asked if he could borrow some sunscreen, which was of course not a problem.  I needed more anyway, but I was ready to flip over which might be good timing.  

While he applied the lotion, I adjusted my chair flat.  I drank a little more wine and lay down on my stomach.  

Without missing a beat, Jean-Paul asked, "Beth, do you need any lotion as well?"

I replied, "I was hoping you would ask."

I heard him chuckle, "Ah, it would be my pleasure."

I smiled to myself, thinking that was certainly true.  

My hair was already up, but I pulled up any loose hairs up off my neck.  He sat up and pulled his chair closer to mine after sliding the small table back.  

I do enjoy having someone else apply lotion this way. So when I felt him squeeze some onto my lower back followed by his hand smoothing it in, a wave of pleasure swept over me.  

I reached back and un-did my top, letting it fall to my sides.  Quite an unmistakable signal and he wasted no time rubbing more onto my upper back and shoulders.  

He had a good touch, not making it a massage, even though that might have felt nice. He was completely appropriate for the circumstances and the length of time we had met.  

He said, "Are your legs alright, or do you want them done too?"

Not awkward at all, just exactly the right way to ask.  

I replied, "If you don't mind?"

He said, "Not at all."

So with that I felt him repeat the exercise from my back onto my legs.  His touch was quick enough and professional enough so no one could have complained.  

"Thank you Jean-Paul."

He said, "You are very welcome."

I replied, "Let me know if I may return the favor."

I looked up as he looked down at me and smiled, "Thank you. I will."

I lifted up just enough to reach for my wine glass and finish it.  I would have toasted with Jean-Paul, but he was already done.

He looked down, "How about one more Beth?"

I said, "OK, but let me get this one please?"

He replied, "There is of course no chance of that, mademoiselle.  But I am glad you will accept another glass of wine."

He must have held up his glass to the waiter, as Jules was over in a moment to take his order.  They were speaking in French, but I could pick up enough to make out the discussion over a glass versus a bottle.

I interrupted, "Jean-Paul, please.  Just another glass."

I heard Jules laugh, and Jean-Paul say, "I forgot she could pick up our discussion."

I said, "Le petite."

The service at the hotel in general was great, and Jules was back very quickly.  I reached back to fasten my top and sat back up.  I was determined to pick up the check for this round.  

Jules was setting the glasses down on our table, as Jean-Paul sensed what was coming.  

He said, "Don't even think about it Beth."

I smiled, "Please let me get it."

He just shook his head no.  Jules looked amused as he watched the negotiation and my chest.  I had not tied the neck string back and the cup over my left breast was showing a lot.  I was not fully exposed, but I was showing more than normal.  

Jules got a better look since he was standing, but I was sure Jean-Paul had noticed.  It had not been intentional on my part, trying to get up quickly to fight for the check, but it is sometimes best to take advantage of the situation too.

I smiled, "Thank you Jean-Paul.  May I at least say that I appreciate your hospitality very much."

As he signed the check and Jules left, we toasted again.

It was strange to be sitting there with my top half on.  It would have felt perfectly normal to be topless in France, but the pool had a different custom.  And with him being French, I also realized he had seen plenty of topless women.  

But this was slightly different.  I had not been topless in front of specifically him, and he had never seen me before.  Of course we had been flirting a bit and I sensed there was an attraction.  Strange indeed that a partial glance at forbidden fruit was perhaps more powerful than if I had not been wearing my top.  I could not be sure that was what he was thinking, but I just felt that was right.   

So I stayed sitting up.  If I had laid back down on the chair, the effect would have been lost.  

I said, "Well, you have been very kind.  Thank you." 

He said, "I am only sorry I could not invite you to dinner.  I know some wonderful places."

I smiled, "I am sure you do.  On another day, I would have enjoyed that very much." 

Jean-Paul paused for a moment, "Ah, not to be. How about a swim instead?"

I smiled, "Quite a wide variation in offers.  A swim would be nice."

I motioned at my suit top, "Could you tie me?"  

He returned the smile, and walked around behind me.  He placed his hands on my shoulders as I lifted up the tie straps.  I held them up but Jean-Paul kept his hands on my shoulders.  I turned my head and looked up at him.  He then smiled again and tied them around my neck.

He said, "I was just thinking that at the beach you would not need this."

I responded, "I know some beaches where you would not need that either."

He did not say anything, but did give me a smirk.  

We walked to the pool and stepped in.  The water felt great.  I would have probably come in from the sun by now if we had not continued talking and drinking wine.  We waded in from the shallow end and then floated out to the center.  

It does not take me long when immersed like that to cool off. So I could have come out quickly, but it felt good to float around.  I was a couple of feet from Jean-Paul as we were keeping ourselves afloat.  He said, "The water feels great. I was getting warm."

I replied, "Me too.  Actually I have had enough sun for the day. I was out at the beach for a while before coming to the pool."  

He asked, "Why don't you come inside for a while then, and have a glass of wine with me? My balcony has a lovely view and we could sit in the shade."

I continued to float, but did not respond right away.  

He continued, perceptive to my pause, "Of course there would be no obligation."

He had probably misread my apprehension.  I was not worried about being taken advantage of, more whether joining him would be a good move in view of my encounter with Marco and Jurgen returning before too long.  On the other hand, it was still early enough and I was intrigued by Jean-Paul. 

I looked at him for another moment before saying, "Sure. I will join you."

He smiled at me, and I began swimming back with him following.  I climbed out first.  I took a glance down and saw my nipples prominently displayed again like clockwork.  

We walked back to the chairs together and dried off.  I had rubbed off some of the lotion while in the pool, and took off most of the rest with the towel as I dried off.  

We collected our things and headed to the elevators.  Even though I thought it would be some time before Jurgen would return, I did not even consider going back to the penthouse, just in case.  Alternately, my own original room was not very nice by comparison.  

We got out on Jean-Paul's floor, one below Jurgen's floor, and went to his room.  It was nice also, not quite as luxurious or large as the penthouse, but more than satisfactory.  We set our things on the hall table.  

Jean-Paul went to the balcony and opened the sheer curtains.  The view was great.  How could anyone complain looking out at the sea with clear skies?

There were two chairs and a table.  Jean-Paul called down to room service and ordered another bottle of rose'.  I was standing at the rail looking out on the beach and Mediterranean Sea when he joined.  The breeze was light but welcome and the balcony was shaded as advertised. 

We stood there silently looking out from the balcony, leaning on the rail.  I had put my cover-up on at the pool, while Jean-Paul had put on shorts and a flowing shirt which he had left unbuttoned.  

It did not seem long at all before we heard the doorbell.  Once again very fast service.  I sat down as Jean-Paul got the door.  A wine bucket and glasses were brought out and the bottle was uncorked.  Jean-Paul tasted it and quickly approved.  He sat and joined me after the attendant left.  

I looked over, "Not a bad way to live."

I was enjoying the continued conversation and the entire setting. I was also pleased that Jean-Paul was relaxed as well, enjoying my company.  I excused myself to use the bathroom.  He did the same after I returned.  

I was standing at the balcony again when he returned and stood next to me.  Our arms were touching as we leaned on the rail as before.  

I turned my head to look at him and he had already been looking over with a smile. 

I returned the smile, but was puzzled.

"What's so funny?" I asked.  

"Oh, just feeling fortunate to have bumped into you."

I responded, "That is funny. I thought I was the fortunate one."

He smiled again.

I continued, "But tell me. There were a lot of open chairs at the pool.  I don't think you quite bumped into me."

He gave a sheepish look, saying, "Did I look that obvious?"

I laughed, "OK, then.  Well, it is not as if I am complaining.  And before I forget, thank you."

We both grabbed our glasses and drank some more of the great wine.  Cool and crisp, with a touch of pear. 

As we stood there looking out on the beautiful view, I felt Jean-Paul's hand on my lower back over my cover-up.  He kept it there lightly for a moment and apparently not sensing an objection, he moved it around my waist.  

I turned and gave him a smile as I put my arm around his waist. We stood arm in arm without speaking until he brought his glass to mine.  We both drained our glasses and Jean-Paul got the bottle out and refilled them.  

We were looking at each other when he reached for my glass.  He took it and set them both on the table.  He took both my hands in his as we stood apart looking at each other.  

As he gazed into my eyes, he pulled me toward him and put his hands on my waist.  I moved in closer as he leaned down to kiss me.  Our lips met gently.  I closed my eyes as our lips parted. It was still very gentle, but I felt our tongues meet softly.  I just melted.

His hands moved to my back and pulled me in further. I did not resist at all, in fact returning the embrace.  

Our initial kiss continued, but more passionately now.  My hand went to his neck as our tongues intertwined.  Finally breaking after several minutes, we both looked up at each other.  He smiled, "You look beautiful."

I said, "I love the way you kiss."

He pulled me to him again and resumed our kiss.  His hand had found the gap in my cover-up and his hand was now on my bare skin on my waist and lower back.  

As we continued kissing, his other hand untied the front of my cover-up which was now hanging loosely.  Both hands were now running over my bare skin.  It felt electric.  

As we broke our kiss again, Jean-Paul looked at me again with a smile.  As he pulled me to him again with his left hand, his right hand rose up and slipped my cover-up off my shoulder and arm.  From his perspective, he was engaged in a subtle seduction.  What he did not know was that I was aware and willing.

I gave him a gentle smile in return.  He paused long enough to slip it off completely.  It fell off onto the chair.  

He began to pull me toward him, but I pushed back with my palm on his chest, "Not so fast."

With that I reached up and slipped his shirt off his shoulders.  He laughed as he tossed it on the chair.  

We fell in each others arms again, with our embrace becoming more passionate as we again kissed.  His hands were running over my back and waist and I was on fire.  My own hands were caressing his smooth skin.  

This was absolutely fantastic.  He was kissing me with passion, but still gently.  His touch was driving me wild.  When his hand moved up to my breast, I was not surprised. When we broke our kiss this time, Jean-Paul reached up and caressed both breasts.  He looked up and I smiled at him.

I turned around and put my back to him.  He took the invitation and first untied my top at the neckline and then unfastened it.  I crossed my arms to hold it on. He placed his arms over mine and hugged me.  My back against his chest felt wonderful.  He lowered my arms and my bikini top came off. He then cupped both breasts in his hand as he kissed my neck. My nipples were hard already, and I shivered when he squeezed them.    When he released his embrace, I turned around to face him.  He looked down at my now bare breasts and smiled.  This is not the first time for that. Not to be ego driven, but I have nice breasts and few men I have known have not been similarly impressed.  

Even though we were high up and semi-private on the balcony, I thought we had put on enough of a show for everyone.  

As I moved toward the sliding door, I said, "Bring the wine."

I carried our glasses in while Jean-Paul brought in the bottle and ice bucket.  After he set them down, he came over and kissed me again. The effect of having my breasts pressed against his chest was very exciting.  

He held me tightly as we kissed.  Initially both his arms were firmly around my back and I responded in kind.  I can always tell when a guy is kissing without passion while the hands begin roaming.  Jean-Paul never did that.  So while we continued kissing with great enjoyment, he began to run his hands over my back and shoulders.  Smoothly and in a way that felt great.  

I suspected he would expand his territory. So when his hand lowered slightly onto the top of my bikini bottom, I was again prepared.  Nothing from me in the way of an adverse reaction, in fact I moved my hands more now over his back although I was content to let him take the initiative.  Clearly though, in my own mind, I wanted him to proceed and if he did not, I would move things along on my own.

It was also clear to me that Jean-Paul would not need any encouragement from me.  And so shortly thereafter, I felt his hand slide lower onto my butt until slowly he had cupped my cheek in his hand.

We broke from our kiss and I gave a soft moan as I rested my head on his shoulder and neck.  He responded by placing his other hand on my ass.  I truly felt immense pleasure when he squeezed me with both hands.  It was not groping, but firmly enough that my body tensed with enjoyment.  I lowered my hand onto his shorts until my palm rested on his butt as well.

Jean-Paul was perceptive to recognize each initiative was met with acceptance on my part.  He slid his hand under my bikini part way.  When he did not get any resistance on my part, instead of sliding his hand in farther, he pulled back.  

We looked at each other for a moment, first him smiling and then me.

Without a word, he slid his hands first over my breasts and then slowly down my sides until reaching my bikini bottom.  With his right hand, he pulled on the tie string until finally the one side was undone.  It did not fall off, but was now loose on me.  He then slipped his hand easily under the fabric, sliding down over my ass cheek.  With a little wiggle of my legs, it fell down my leg to the floor.  

Jean-Paul then lowered his head to kiss and lick my shoulder, sending tingles over my entire body.  He did not linger and soon his mouth and tongue were alternating gentle licks and kisses lower on my chest.  He shifted his position and then cupped my breast in his hand and lifting it to his waiting mouth.  

When the first thing he did was lightly bite my nipple, I shuddered and gasped.  He then took my entire nipple into his mouth and then took my breast deeply into his mouth.  It was not rough, but he had previously been gentler.  I loved how he had become more forceful this way.  

He quickly shifted over to my other breast and did a repeat, getting the same reaction from me.  He continued to suck on my breast, but now he released his hand from holding it while he sucked.  First, he sucked on my right breast while he squeezed my left.  Then, as he alternately licked, sucked and gently bit my nipple, his hand lowered from my breast slowly down my stomach and to my pussy.  

I was completely smooth on this trip, and as his fingers glided slowly over me, it felt simply wonderful.  He continued to lick my breast until his fingers found my pussy; hot and wet in anticipation. He slid his fingers back and forth a couple of times.  I could have come to orgasm easily if he continued. But instead, Jean-Paul stood up and pulled back.  He put his hands on my upper arms as he looked me over.  

He then took a step back further, "You have a superb body.  Fantastic."

I responded with a soft smile, "Thank you."

He quickly came toward me, planting a wet kiss on my lips but then quickly returning to my breast.  He resumed sucking, while his hand returned to my pussy.  He started to lower his head further, but I pulled his shoulders up. 

He stood up with a puzzled expression, which I enjoyed.  Perhaps he thought I was calling a stop to our interlude.  

When I smiled and reached for his shorts, his expression relaxed and he smiled.  

I just touched the beltline on his side before placing my palm on his chest.  I moved my hand over his chest and stomach while we looked at each others eyes. I then leaned down to kiss his shoulder as he had to me, followed as he had by alternating licks and kisses as I lowered my head.  I briefly looked up long enough to see he had closed his eyes.  I gave his nipple a brief lick before using my tongue on his stomach as I lowered my head further.  

I then kneeled down while holding on to his hips.  Jean-Paul was obviously anticipating and hoping for what was coming next.  

I reached up to the button of his baggy shorts and unfastened it.  As I lowered the zipper part way, the shorts slipped off easily to expose his black swim suit.  I had seen a partial view of his package at the pool, but now it was obvious he had a full erection pointed up and off to the side in the confines of his suit.  

I looked up and smiled, before smoothing against his dick with my hand.  I was careful, but I gently bit against his shaft over top of his suit.  As I had shuddered earlier from his wonderful stimulation, he gave a similar reaction now.




Cote d'Azur Wedding Ch. 04



I did not want to tease him further, and I was also looking forward to more of my own pleasure which would come soon enough, so I reached up to lower his suit.  The Spandex fabric needed to be pulled away from his body and then down.  So I lowered it in the back first, and then did the same in the front.  Even when I had it partially removed, I noticed Jean-Paul was also not circumcised and my previous inexperience was changing quite dramatically over a fairly short time frame. 

With a little help from him, I slid it off entirely and he stepped out.

His cock was fully exposed now and pointing straight out at me. I took it in my hand and gave a couple of strokes, then looked up at Jean-Paul. He had his eyes closed again with his head back.  I still held him in my hand, but paused as I watched him. 

When he moved his head and opened his eyes to look, I took about an inch of him into my mouth and sucked, but then quickly pulled off.  I looked up again as he watched.  I pointed him up higher and ran my tongue up the shaft from the base all the way to the tip, all the time looking up at him.  After a few licks on the head while Jean-Paul was mesmerized, I plunged his cock deep into my mouth all at once.  

His cock was slightly larger than average. I was not complaining, as he was hard and smooth and hot.  Also, that it was connected to a totally appealing man and that I was horny as hell.  

That his was not a monster cock allowed me to take most of him inside my mouth without having to fight a gag reflex.  But I was relaxed and enjoying this immensely.

He was so hard that his foreskin was only partially covering the head, and as I stroked him it would pull back. I altered the variety of how I pleasured him, sometimes licking, sometimes sucking.  I also massaged his balls and then sucked on them as well. 

I was relaxed enough now so that I could essentially deep throat all of him.  But I had to do it slowly and with my hands on his hips, as he had put his hand on my head and pulled me.  I pushed back on his hips to resist. I did not mind his hand on my head, but as I took his cock deeper, I had to do that at my own pace to avoid gagging.  

Eventually I had all of his cock buried in my mouth.  When I reached behind him to grab his ass hard and take the final length, I felt his hand on my head and this time did not resist.  

I loved the feel of his hard cock on my tongue and at the back of my throat, but I also did not want him to reach orgasm yet.  

I pulled back and then stood up in front of him.  

I smiled and repeated what he had said to me previously, "You have a beautiful body."

He got the point and laughed loudly, then, "Thank you."

He took me in his arms and kissed me deeply.  We broke and then he led me to the bed.  

I lay down with Jean-Paul following behind.  He rolled his leg on top of mine while he kissed me.  His hand was caressing my breast initially and then moved down toward my pussy.  

I think he ran his finger over my slit and sensed how wet I was, because without too much hesitation he slid his finger inside me.  I could not contain a moan.

He lifted his head and smiled at me, "I think you are ready."

As he slowly slid his finger in and out a couple of times, I replied, "How could you tell?"

His grin got wider and he leaned down to lick my breasts while he continued to finger me.  It felt sensational.  

When he pulled his hand back and started moving down the bed, I expected him to climb on top of me. But instead he moved all the way down and approached me from the foot of the bed.  

My pussy tingled as I realized he wanted to taste me.  He lifted my leg up high as he began nibbling on my calf, then slowly higher on my leg. As he reached my thigh, he was using his tongue more.  He spread my legs pretty wide as he did that.  As his tongue got higher on my inner thigh, the anticipation of what was coming was almost too much to take.

With mercy, he finally made his way to my pussy.  He licked lightly on the outside at first, then opened my lips with his tongue and lapped from bottom to top.  He found my clit on the first try and my body tensed up.

I relaxed as he began to slowly and gently suck on my pussy.  I think I am pretty good at sucking a guy's cock, but it is always hard to know for sure unless the guy tells me.  But I can clearly state Jean-Paul knew how to eat pussy.  He never did anything too rough, but he alternated between gentle and harder.  He varied between licking, sucking and even small bites.  

It is a wonderful feeling to be treated like that and being fully confident an orgasm would be coming soon.  He even seemed to sense that, bringing me close as he licked my clit faster, but then bringing me back down by shifting to a more gentle touch.  

He carried on this way for a little longer, before I reached down while he was licking and pulled his head toward me.  At that point, Jean-Paul began to bring me back closer, but this time he did not stop. My clit was being caressed by his tongue and I could then feel the wonderful buildup of my orgasm.  

He continued to lick me with passion and I started to groan and push my pussy against him.  My orgasm came extremely intense and I let out a loud moan.  He kept licking me though and what I thought was the peak of my orgasm built still further and was sustained.  

What a fantastic finish as well, with him sensing my passion and just at the right time continuing but gradually becoming gentle.  I moaned loudly again as I began coming down, but it was one of the longest and most intense orgasms I can remember.  Oh my god.  

Finally he stopped and pulled his head up to look at me.  He gathered another smile, but this one was more proud, as if he understood what he had done to me.  

He said, "I am trying to get better at this, but I require more practice."

I could not laugh yet, as I was still in the throes, but I did reach down to pull him up to me.  He lay on top of me while he kissed me again.  I could taste my pussy on his tongue and it was wonderful.  

I was not really ready to take care of him yet.  Very selfishly at first, I knew I wanted to be fucked. 

I rolled him over on his back.  I had not spoken yet, but I looked down and saw he was still very hard.  I stroked his cock a couple of times and then quickly climbed on top facing him.  

He put his hands on my hips as I reached down to guide his cock inside me.  When he got in the right position, I lowered myself slightly so that maybe an inch was inside and then removed my hand.

I then looked up at his face as I lowered my pussy onto his cock all the way.  He groaned at the same time as I when he was all the way in.  I was leaning forward with my hands on the bed as I began to move up and down on his cock.  

My tits were hanging in front of him and Jean-Paul reached up and squeezed them as we began to fuck harder.  His dick was nice and hard and it felt wonderful as it rubbed against my clit on the strokes.  

After more strokes, when he was inside me all the way, I stopped and lifted my body until I was sitting straight up.  I moved my hips in circles and side to side as I ground my pussy against him.  I stopped and contracted and relaxed my pussy muscles around his cock.  From experience, I know guys go crazy at this. 

Jean-Paul closed his eyes and his mouth came open in response.  I watched him sense what I was doing as he opened his eyes and smiled.  I was going to start fucking him again when he pulled my hands toward him and then pulled further so I was leaning closer and closer to him.  Our mouths finally met again and we kissed, but briefly.  He had apparently decided to lead again, and as he embraced me, it was coupled with a rolling motion where he was now on top.

His cock never left my pussy and as he smiled at the maneuver, I started to laugh, "Hey, I was not done yet."

He could tell I was just joking, but he quickly stopped my laughing by pumping his cock in and out hard. 

I did a mirror image of his earlier expression, closing my eyes with my mouth open gasping.  He slammed into me very hard now.  His cock was totally hard and my pussy was totally wet.  

Finally he slowed down and held his cock inside me fully.  He leaned down to give me a light kiss. As he lifted himself back up, but before he resumed, I again contracted my pussy muscles around his dick and held.  

He moaned in response and I let him go.  This time however, Jean-Paul resumed his strokes very slowly and deliberately. It was as if each of us wanted to savor the feelings.  

I could feel every bit of him as he reentered me.  It was fantastic.  

After a few more minutes of what felt magical, he pulled out of me and reached down, saying, "Flip over Beth."

That sounded lovely and I turned over on the bed.  He pulled my ass up toward him as my shoulders were still low on the bed.  Immediately I felt his cock plunge back in to my pussy.  After the first slow stroke, Jean-Paul began to move faster and harder.  There is sometimes a difference between making love and fucking, and we had just moved from the former to the latter.  

As he now started fucking me hard, with his body slamming against my ass, I felt a warmth all over my body as another orgasm built up.  I was hoping Jean-Paul was also taking care of himself because I knew I would cum soon.  

He continued pounding and I tensed up as it hit me.  Intense again, as when he brought me to orgasm with his tongue, but different this time.  His cock slamming deeply inside me was a different sensation.  He continued to pump me and my orgasm stayed strong and intense.  

Just then, I could feel Jean-Paul's intensity increase as well and I felt like his cock began to swell.  He pulled out entirely and I quickly rolled over onto my back.  He shot a long stream onto my stomach and then he reached down to stroke his cock as another stream went almost as far.  

I slid down closer to him and he in turn came closer to me.  

I took his throbbing cock into my mouth and began to suck him while he pumped it with his hand.  I could taste his sweat, my pussy, and his cum all at once.  

He was groaning while I took him then deep inside my mouth, first sucking hard and then gradually more gently.  His cum tasted sweet in my mouth as he slowly began to relax. 

Eventually he pulled back and then lay down on the bed beside me.  He looked exhausted.  I rolled my leg on top of him with part of my chest over his as I rested my head on his shoulder and neck.  He slid his arm around me and held me close.  

Neither of us said anything as we both were coming down from the passion we had just shared.  I want to say quite clearly what we had just done was simply fantastic sex.  What a reward for taking a chance and being bold.  

I was already thinking about how much I would say about my day to Jurgen, but for the moment I wanted to savor the tenderness and sensations still running through my body.  

After a couple of minutes, Jean-Paul rolled be onto my back and leaned over to kiss me lightly, then said, "I do not have the words to describe what I feel."

I pulled him back toward me and kissed him. I said, "You don't have to. I know exactly how you feel and I feel the same way."  

I loved that he was so gentle, virtually the entire time, and his choice was to kiss me deeply and slow.  Our tongues were touching but it was very relaxed now.

He put his arms around me while we kissed and now rolled me back on top of him. He held me tightly and with feeling.  Our bodies were both sweaty.  

Jean-Paul then rolled me back onto several pillows as I leaned against the headboard as he got up. He first filled our wine glasses.  He gave me a glass and we both took a drink. He set his glass down and walked to the bathroom.   

I heard running water and he soon returned with some tissues, a wash cloth and larger towel.  I reached out to take them, but he gently shook his head no.  He took the tissues and wiped up his semen from my stomach and abdomen.  He then took the warm, damp wash cloth and cleaned me, followed by drying me with the towel.  

He tossed away the items and then leaned down to suck on my breast, just briefly and again with tenderness.  As he stood up again, I moved to the side of the bed and stood up to face him.  

I said, "That was absolutely fantastic.  You said you were a predator, and instead you turned out to be a sweetheart."

His reply made me laugh, "Yes, maybe you were the predator."

I was giggling, "Hey monsieur, I was by the pool minding my own business when you strolled by."

He laughed, "Oh yes, I forgot about that."

I playfully poked him in the stomach, "Excuse me please."

I headed off to the bathroom, but I also looked outside and checked the time. I was in good shape on time, but I could not stay any longer.   

When I returned, I looked at him seriously, "I am not sure how to say this, but I need to go."

He nodded, "I know.  Don't worry."

We hugged again and he kissed me deeply.  Very dangerous, this Jean-Paul.  I had enjoyed my tryst with Marco, but it was nothing like this.  Jurgen was more meaningful to me, but there could have never been a serious relationship.  Jean-Paul could not be either due to the distance, but otherwise it would have been interesting to see if it could have led anywhere.

We exchanged information and details. I promised, and kept my promise, to call him the next day when I had a moment.

But then, I had to get dressed again.  I went out on the balcony fully nude to collect my bikini top and cover-up. I first did a little twirl while Jean-Paul watched and laughed at my little flashing.  

I came back in and slipped my suit back on.  He came up behind and put his arms around my waist while my back rested against his chest.  Another very tender moment, which he playfully wrecked by reaching up and squeezing my breasts.

He said, "You have very nice tits."

I laughed and reached down to grab his dick, "And you have a very nice cock."

We hugged again after I finished getting ready.  He was still nude, but he walked me to the door where we had our final kiss.  But it was not abbreviated. We both knew I was leaving, so there was both tenderness and passion which lasted for several minutes.  

Finally, it was time to go.  

I said, "It was wonderful to meet you.  Au revoir, Jean-Paul."

He responded, "You are fantastic. Au revoir, Beth."

Until we meet again. What a great way to end.  We smiled at each other as I left and walked down the hall.  I turned back as he stood there nude at the doorway and gave me a wave as I turned corner.  

Part of me wanted to run back, but instead I found the elevator. 



Cote d'Azur Wedding Ch. 05



This is a true story which happened while on a business trip to Europe. Doing a favor for a business colleague turned into an opportunity to explore an unknown side of elegance, culture and fantasy of which I will never forget. 

*

I was still reeling from my rendezvous with Jean-Paul, but I also knew Jurgen may have returned or would be returning soon.

When I got to his suite, I was still alone. I ran a bath and climbed in. The hot soapy water felt wonderful and I washed my hair and body and then enjoyed a long soak.

I thought about the last couple of days and realized none of it could have been anticipated. The entire wedding party had been a complete surprise and the details had been amazingly spontaneous; whether the preparations getting ready for the party, the party itself, my sexual encounters with Jurgen, Marco and Jean-Paul. My pattern had emerged again; traveling in an interesting location, being presented with opportunities for an adventure, and of course the attractiveness of the men. At the moment, I was content to enjoy the full sensations without any regrets.

I did think about how much I should tell Jurgen, if anything. I had enjoyed his generosity and hospitality, but it was not like we were now a couple. Did he deserve to know? Would it bother him?

I eventually got out of the bathtub and dried off. I had a towel around me and a smaller one on my hair as I walked out to look over the terrace at the magnificent view. I felt extremely fortunate to be in the South of France, in luxurious accommodations, being pampered, and finally how my sexual needs had been so wonderfully met. When you speak about the glass being half empty or half full, I am generally a half full person. In this case however, the glass was overflowing. 

It was with these thoughts going through my head that Jurgen returned.

I heard, "Hello Beth, I see you are ready to go."

I understood he was joking and took the jab in stride, "First thing out of your mouth is to complain, huh?"

He laughed and came over to give me the European kiss greeting.

He said, "So how was your day?"

I replied, "Great, how was your visit?"

He responded, "Ah, well, long drive. But it was nice to see them."

We looked out over the view silently for a moment before Jurgen inquired, "Are you hungry yet?"

I replied, "Actually yes. How about you?"

"Yes, me too. I had a light lunch, but could be ready before too long."

We headed back in and talked about timing. My clothes and makeup were down in my room as I began to brush out my hair. Jurgen came up behind me and gave me a hug with my back against his chest. 

I sank back against him and said, "So, did you miss me?"

He responded by pulling my towel off. I let it fall to the bathroom floor as he cupped my breasts in his hands.

I continued, "I thought you were hungry?"

He gave my breasts a squeeze, laughed, and said, "Ah yes, I seem to be distracted." 

I reached down and felt his hard cock over his slacks, and said, "I can tell."

A lot was going through my mind. What would Jurgen think about my encounters with Marco and Jean-Paul? Did he need to know? I also realized that all the great sex of the last 24 hours had not satisfied me. No wait, that is the wrong word. I had been fully satisfied each time. A better expression would be that all the sex had fully aroused me as if I still wanted more. Not out of control, but really in a heightened state of hunger. If I could have more, I wanted it. 

I turned around and we kissed. I said, "If I am going to get any food, I better get you refocused."

He laughed as I knelt down in front of him. I undid his pants and slipped them off. His hard dick was standing out straight and I pounced on it.

There are a great many times when sex is best slow and with wonderful foreplay. Other times, and I sensed this was one, a bit of fury is more in order.

I had his cock deep in my mouth as I began to hungrily suck him. I put both hands on his ass and pulled him even deeper. He was rock hard and I began to bob my head up and down on him. I think I am pretty good at sucking a guy's cock, and it has always been something I have enjoyed. In any event, I have never heard any complaints. 

I knew I would get no complaints this time either and I realized I could give Jurgen a fast orgasm by continuing this way as I felt his dick harden as he groaned. 

Sure enough, even though it had only been a couple of minutes since I started sucking him, his intensity increased and he pulled back. He took his cock in his hand and gave a couple of strokes before shooting off on my chest, followed by a second spurt. 

I took him back in my mouth and felt a smaller spurt in my mouth. A guy tends to be very sensitive right after orgasm and as I sucked him I could sense him tense up. From previous experience and conversation, I also knew this was a great feeling too. 

I gradually eased up and pulled off of him. I looked up at him and said, "Feeling better now?"

He smiled. "That was quite intense. I don't remember getting off quite that fast before."

I took a tissue and wiped off my chest. He had made quite the mess of my tits. 

I laughed, "I had been already cleaned up, you rat."

He pulled me toward him and we kissed again, softly and sweetly. 

He said, "You continue to surprise me."

I responded, "I hope that is a good thing."

"Beth, better than good. Quite a bit better, my dear."

I smiled in response. 

I went back to the bedroom and put on my bikini and cover-up as Jurgen followed behind, now fully nude. 

I mentioned I would need to continue getting ready in my room. We agreed to meet in about 30 minutes in the lobby.

I made it back to my room and took a quick shower and got ready. This was a light makeup evening for me, and I opted for a simple black skirt and a white sleeveless sweater. I had not really packed for this trip thinking I was going to the South of France. But I thought the look was fine. I wore simple black heels and my hair down. I love the summer look without having to wear stockings.

I made it down to the lobby and did not see Jurgen yet. There were a lot of people moving around. It would have been fun to just people watch for a while. 

I found Jurgen in the bar with a glass of champagne. He had obviously not been there long as his glass was full. 

He greeted me and asked if I wanted one too. I am a pushover for champagne, and quickly agreed. The bar was perhaps half-full.

Jurgen said, "You look great, by the way." He was dressed in tan slacks with a flowing silky white shirt. 

I responded, "Thank you. You also." This was the full truth.

The bar scene was partially to enjoy our drinks and as he had been waiting for me, but I realized it also had the benefit of again showing me off as his date. 

I can usually expect to draw some looks when I enter a room. I understand the male psychology well enough to know he liked showing me off. That is fine, and I did not mind. So I went along with it, by giving him a kiss on the cheek as I put my arm around his shoulder. 

I did not bother looking around. I knew anyone who was paying attention would see I was not his daughter, had there been the slightest chance of that anyway.

Jurgen seemed to appreciate my cooperation as he gave me a light kiss on the lips as we then clinked our glasses and took a sip. 

Jurgen asked if I had any preference for style of food. I told him I was flexible, but preferred if we could eat outside if possible. 

He replied, "Perfect. I know a good place. I will be right back."

He left me at the bar as he went to the concierge, I presumed to make a reservation. 

I looked around the bar and got a few smiles. Had I been alone, I had no doubt that it would not have been for long. 

I sipped my champagne and Jurgen returned. "We are all set. It is not far, but we will take a taxi."

He finished his champagne in one gulp and looked at me. 

I laughed, "I see you are ready to go."

He smiled in return. I got the hint and finished my glass as he signed for the drinks. We headed out through the lobby to the front entrance, got our waiting taxi, and headed off to the restaurant. 

I was very pleased by his choice. Sometimes outdoor places can be a little casual. This was not. The dress of the staff, the décor, the entire look of the place was classy, and likely expensive. 

They had both indoor and outdoor seating, and the place was packed. I asked how he got us a table so easily.

Jurgen replied, "I never said it was easy, but the hotel staff was glad to pull a few strings."

He was spending a few dollars at the hotel, no doubt about that. 

We were right on the water. There was foot traffic as this was the main drag and there were a variety of restaurants, shops and bars nearby. It was fun to watch the people go by as we were seated at our fine table. Even the table setting and glasses were exquisite.

Our waiter came by and introduced himself, bringing menus. He asked if we wanted an aperitif to start. Jurgen asked, "Start with champagne?"

My smile alone was enough to begin, although I did ask, "Do you have a rose champagne by the glass?"

"Oui, mademoiselle."

Jurgen replied, "Two of those."

I will admit I enjoy being pampered this way. But I am always appreciative, as I don't feel entitled to such treatment. At home, I can be happy with a hamburger and a diet coke or beer, but the opportunity to indulge in the finer things life has to offer is always a pleasure.

We did a quick scan of the menu and Jurgen was also already evaluating the wine list as our waiter quickly returned with the champagne.

He asked what I was leaning toward for my meal, as I understood he wanted to select a proper wine. 

I had been drinking white wine earlier, and I had hoped for a red with dinner, so I had already been looking at meat dishes. 

I said to Jurgen, "How about we select something to go with a nice red wine?"

He smiled, "Thank you. I think we can handle that."

I actually already had my heart set on chateaubriand, but it was for two persons. However, I thought there was a good chance I could interest Jurgen. I had a high confidence anyway. 

I knew from many times with Jurgen in business dinners that he had good taste in wine. He began looking at the menu again and I saw my chance.

I said, "Jurgen?"

He half looked up from the menu, quizzically. I just smiled at him, and then got his full attention. He put down the menu and looked at me with a puzzled smile.

I continued, "What would you think about sharing a chateaubriand?"

He gave a hearty laugh. "Ah, I am glad to see you willing to take the initiative. After our earlier episode, I would be afraid to defy you in any way."

I smiled, "Thank you Jurgen."

A good blowjob can certainly help get some nice cooperation. My own little secret of course was that I liked giving him the blowjob too. No need to make that point clearly though.

He replied, "May I select my own appetizer?"

It was my turn for a hearty laugh at his response. I smiled and nodded, "By all means."

Jurgen raised his glass, saying, "I would really like to thank you for coming here. It has been wonderful having this 'holiday' with you."

I responded, "Thank you for inviting me. I have had a thoroughly wonderful time. And I do appreciate you taking such nice care of me."

Our waiter returned and informed us of the specials and answered a couple of questions. But we were ready to order.

Jurgen ordered the entrée and wine. I also ordered truffles with noodles as an appetizer, which made Jurgen laugh as he intended to get that as well. The waiter left and Jurgen said, "I should have just left this evening in your hands."

I said, "I am glad you did not. I would never have known about this place, could never have gotten a table, and I am sure you selected a better wine than I could have. So let's say we both contributed."

We toasted to that. La dolce vita.

Jurgen inquired how my day went. I described how I had spent time on the terrace, beach and the pool. I was pretty vague about the details. 

He was not interrogating me, but seemed genuinely interested. He asked if I had run into anyone from the party. I had not thought about that, but told him no. 

He replied with, "Too bad, I would have enjoyed having them see you in a bathing suit and envy me even more."

I talked about the American couple I met on the beach, and her reluctance to go topless. This made him inquire as to my attire. When I mentioned I like going topless, he replied with how he would have liked to see that.

I said, "Why? You have seen a lot more than that."

He replied, "Oh, that is different of course. I would have enjoyed seeing how people look at you, and how you interact with them."

I took a chance and told him a little bit about my incident with Marco, saying, "I almost gave Marco a heart attack. I was sunning myself fully nude on the terrace when he came into the room."

He inquired more, so I told him how I had treated it casually but that Marco seemed very embarrassed. 

Jurgen replied, "I would have loved seeing that interaction."

I was not sure whether to mention more had happened or not, when Jurgen continued, "So, were you tempted to do anything with him in that circumstance?"

I asked, "Why would you be interested in that?"

He clarified himself, "Oh, of course that would be none of my business if you had. I was just curious. I find it fascinating to understand you better."

I responded, "You would not have been upset if something had happened?"

He replied, "Of course not. I have thoroughly enjoyed our being together, but I have never assumed it would be any obligation in the future."

I said, "I know a lot of men who would be upset. You continue to impress me Jurgen."

"Well Beth, I think I am a bright person. You are quite an attractive woman, and you are, well, let's say, not timid when it comes to sex."

I said, "Ah, you are quite the diplomat."

He replied, "I am not implying anything. Only that I do not know your full likes and dislikes well enough yet."

I responded by telling him about my encounter with Marco, but I did not provide details.

I was worried about his reaction, but he surprised me by responding, "I would have enjoyed watching that."

Our appetizers arrived and there was also some discussion about the wine, so our discussion of me being with Marco was interrupted. 

The truffles with noodles were marvelous. They shaved the truffles in front of us and the aroma filled the air. The wine was fantastic as well. Jurgen had ordered a great Bordeaux and it was so smooth. 

Jurgen then asked more about my time with Marco and I gave him more details. It was clear he was not upset by it, more intrigued I would say, perhaps even something of a voyeur. As long he was not being jealous or upset, I did not mind speaking about it with him. 

At one point, Jurgen asked, "Beth, do you mind discussing this?"

I replied, "No, I would not have mentioned it at all if I had that concern. Initially I did not bring it up as I did not know how you would react. But now that I see you are not upset, I don't mind."

He said, "I can understand your hesitation. I do not mean to intrude, but I do find it interesting."

That was my initial reaction to the wine, just from the tasting. It had been decanted and was now ready. As we toasted, the complexity of the wine was now fully apparent. I complimented his selection.

The entire scene was lovely. The temperature was perfect, with a soft breeze coming in from the water. We could talk freely without being overheard, although we did need to keep our voices low. The restaurant and its clientele were really high class and I was enjoying the evening. 

I excused myself to use the ladies room. I enjoyed the inside atmosphere as well and did a quick scan of the room as I walked through. Many of the people were dressed very elegantly. I did not feel out of place in my simpler look, but instead noted how it is helpful to have some money. I am not motivated by money, but it is better to have some than not.

I returned to the table. But I first put my hands on Jurgen's shoulders, leaned down to kiss his cheek and then gave him a hug from behind. 

As I sat down, he said, "I am not complaining, but what was that for?"

I smiled, lifted my glass, saying, "Everything."

I had enjoyed his company the last few days, not only sexually, but the whole attitude and treatment. I hate using the word 'mature' about his attitude, as a lot of mature men do not have such a thought process. Perhaps confident and progressive are better descriptive terms.

We enjoyed the rest of the meal. Jurgen gave me compliments as we savored the meat dish. Perfectly prepared, the chateaubriand and the wine were an excellent combination. 

We decided against a dessert course, and finished the wine instead. I thought about coffee afterward as he got a cognac. I just took a sniff of his cognac. You can almost get drunk off the rich aroma, but while I like the taste as well, it is too strong for me.

The meal had been presented in typical European fashion, relaxed and slowly. It was not too late yet, but it was a good time to move on our way. Jurgen suggested we could have a nightcap back at the hotel. 

We headed back and surprisingly found the bar to be actually quite crowded We found a place to squeeze in. Jurgen ordered another cognac and I had champagne. 

I would be flying out in the morning to make my connection back home, but I was still savoring the experience. We were about ready to head back up when one of the people from the wedding recognized us and came up. It was just casual conversation, but it did cause us to stay for one more drink. I cannot say I was drunk by any means, but certainly I was feeling quite content. 

There was nothing special about the man we were talking to except that he took every opportunity he could to stare at my breasts. My sweater was not too tight, and was not too low cut, but he could not seem to look enough. I was not upset by it, but he was perhaps a little too obvious about it for my taste. 

We left to go back up to our rooms. 

As we got to the elevator, Jurgen said, "I am sorry about the fellow. He was a little obvious in his admiration of your charms."

I pulled Jurgen to me, "Not a problem. I guess I should take it as a compliment."

He smiled. 

I continued, "I would like it if you could give me a little time in my room. I would like to come up and spend the night with you, if you will have me, but I would rather pack tonight instead of in the morning."

Jurgen said, "If I will have you? Have you lost your mind?"

He smiled and told me to take my time.

I always prefer to get packed up as much as possible the night before, just a habit. So I went back and collected and organized my things. I laid out some clothes for traveling the next day. It was not long before I had done as much as possible.

I headed up to Jurgen's room where he was waiting. He met me at the door and led me in. We kissed deeply and he told me how special the weekend had been for him. 

I felt the same way and frankly did not want it to end. But I realized how I would enter my 'real world' again the next day.

I kicked off my shoes and began to get undressed as Jurgen watched. I unzipped my skirt and laid it across the chair. My sweater came off next and I stood before him in my bra and panty. They were both white, not the fanciest I own, but nice. 

I said, "Do you see anything you like?"

He did not say anything, but came over and unclasped my bra. As my breasts came free, he gave them a squeeze and then lowered his hands to slip off my panty. 

He stood back and said, "Everything I see, I like."




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We kissed again and he grabbed my ass and squeezed. It felt good and I let out an 'mmmmmmmm'.

He led me to the bed. As I lay down, he got undressed and joined me. He leaned down to suck on my breast as his other hand slid down quickly and found my wet pussy. 

He slid a finger inside me. I think perhaps because I was so wet, he did not linger on my breast, but moved down the bed and began to eat my pussy.

His tongue found my clit and sent shivers through my body. I knew from previous times that he was talented this way and he did not disappoint. I pulled his head closer as he brought me close. 

When he pulled back off me, I saw he was fully hard already without any assistance from me. As he climbed on top of me, his cock found my waiting pussy and he slid in fully on the first penetration. Jurgen started to fuck me right away, and it was not long before I had an orgasm. 

It felt so good as he pumped in and out of me with abandon. It was a little like the blowjob I gave him earlier. Sometimes you want a lot of foreplay and a slow building, and other times it feels better to simply fuck. 

Jurgen and I must have been on precisely the same page, because it was not long before he pulled out and shot his cum on my stomach. I knew from before that he was able to go a long time before orgasm, but now I had a couple of occasions where he had come quickly. I liked the variation. 

He rolled over on his back panting. I rolled over and straddled my leg over his and put my arm across his chest while I nuzzled my head on his shoulder as he put his arm around me. 

We did not talk for a moment, both of us wanting to enjoy what had just occurred. But I needed a little cuddling too, so it was all good. 

We laid there silently for perhaps 10 minutes. I thought we might just go to sleep, so I excused myself to use the bathroom and wipe off my stomach. I brought back a damp cloth for Jurgen. I was surprised he was on the phone. I heard him ordering room service. 

I said, "I thought you were ready to sleep."

He replied, "Oh, well. That is true, but I thought we could have a nightcap and something to drink nearby. And I know your liking of champagne very well by now."

I smiled, saying, "Thank you Jurgen, but my god, I don't think I am going to want to drink much more."

He replied, "No problem. Take a sip or nothing at all. It will simply be available for your pleasure."

I climbed back into bed, kissed him, and said, "You are available for my pleasure, the rest is just a nice add-on. You are a very thoughtful man."

It was not really that late, just after midnight. Maybe I was just tired after the long day of activities. As I thought about it, even for me on a sexual tear, it was quite remarkable for me to have had so many sexual encounters in one day. I had been with Jurgen the night before, then Marco, then Jean-Paul, and now back with Jurgen. I was not even counting the bathroom blowjob. Thinking about it this way, it was not difficult to explain being tired.

We lay together for a while longer when the doorbell rang. 

I said, "You ordered it, you answer the door."

He laughed and slipped on a robe as I climbed under the sheet. 

I had not thought through this very well, but I heard Marco's voice. I should have expected he would still be on duty serving our floor.

I thought Jurgen would have him leave it in the other room, but I was surprised when they came into the bedroom and set up the champagne on the dresser. Marco gave me a smile. 

This was a little awkward. Obviously Jurgen was aware of what had happened, but Marco was not aware that Jurgen knew. I was sitting up in bed with the sheet covering my body and breasts, but it was still a feeling of electricity as two men I had slept with were together with me in the bedroom while I was nude under the sheets. 

Jurgen had ordered strawberries with the champagne and Marco was laying everything out. He popped the cork and poured the glasses. Jurgen and Marco had been talking the whole time, but so far I had been silent as the little drama unfolded. 

Marco handed me a glass and had another smirk on his face. I told him thank you. 

Jurgen surprised me, or maybe it should not have been a surprise, when he asked Marco to pour himself a glass of champagne.

Jurgen said, "We are leaving tomorrow, and would like to thank you for taking good care of us."

Marco protested, but Jurgen was not going to be denied. I suppose in the attitude of the customer always being right at a suite in a fancy hotel, and that he probably was happy to drink champagne with us, that he reluctantly agreed. 

There was not a third champagne glass, as Marco had not intended to join, but Jurgen grabbed a wine glass from the setting above the mini-bar in the other room. 

As Marco was still in his uniform and Jurgen in his robe, it was a little awkward for me under the sheets. Jurgen winked at me as he clinked glasses with Marco and then with me. Marco raised his glass to me at the door entrance as we drank together.

I understood Jurgen's wink. I don't think he expected anything to happen, but he had certainly put the opportunity in place. He was more than intrigued about hearing what had happened between Marco and me earlier, and I now realized his comment about wishing he could have seen it had not just been in passing. 

I was wondering how this would unfold, and whether I was comfortable with it or not, as I finished my glass. I leaned over to set my glass on the table. As I did, the sheet slipped lower on my chest. My breasts were not exposed, but it was close. Instead of pulling the sheet back up high as before, I let it remain at the lower state as I sat back up in bed. 

We were looking at each other as Marco grabbed the bottle and came over near me. Jurgen had a look as if inviting me to make the next move, whatever way that would be. 

Marco topped off my glass and handed it to me. As I reached out to take it from him, I was deliberately not careful to hold the sheet up and without seeing, I felt it slip lower. 

As I sipped my glass again, I feigned surprise at what had happened and lifted the sheet back up.

Jurgen responded, "Oh, don't worry about that Beth. I bet Marco sees more than that all the time in his position."

Marco smiled and said, "Well, sometimes."

I could tell he was trying to process the room dynamics in his mind. Of course his only real concern was not knowing whether Jurgen was aware of our earlier encounter. 

Jurgen continued, "Why don't we sit out on the terrace?" 

He did not really wait for anyone to comment as he grabbed the tray of strawberries and his glass. Marco carried the ice bucket and champagne. I knew Jurgen was not pushing me to do anything to which I was uncomfortable, but clearly he was creating an opportunity if I wanted. 

I was not sure myself where this was going, but of immediate need was to decide what to wear as I joined them on the terrace. Instead of the obvious choice of putting on a robe, I put on one of Jurgen's white dress shirts with nothing on underneath. It was large enough that it provided a lot of coverage, but it was sexy too, showing a lot of leg. I only buttoned two of the middle ones, so it was left open in the front quite a bit.

I joined them on the terrace; both were already sitting. The weather was beautiful. A soft breeze and warm temperature was simply fantastic looking out over the water. I sat next to Jurgen, across from Marco. The table provided a little cover. 

Jurgen said, "I think my shirt looks better on you than on me." Marco smiled.

I replied, "Thank you." 

Jurgen raised his glass to make a toast, saying, "To a great weekend. Thank you Beth and Marco."

I said, "Thank you, my pleasure." Marco replied, "Merci."

Our discussion was casual, mainly small talk, as we enjoyed the setting. After a while, Jurgen steered the conversation to the afternoon.

He said, "Marco, I understand you came upon Beth out here earlier today?"

Marco quickly responded, "Oh, that is quite common. Many of our guests use the privacy of the terrace for sunbathing."

I was impressed how he had deftly avoided a full disclosure. 

Jurgen said, "Oh, don't worry. I was not complaining, merely pointing out your good fortune."

I laughed to myself how the two of them were dancing around the topic. 

Marco responded with a compliment, "Well, while I said it is quite common to come upon our guests sunbathing, I certainly found your companion to be uncommonly beautiful."

I responded, "Merci beaucoup, Marco."

Jurgen smiled as we each took another sip of champagne. I also was enjoying the strawberries in combination, and I thought when I leaned over to reach for them, that the view down the shirt was probably not so great in the outdoor dim lighting.

Jurgen excused himself for a moment, and I was left alone with Marco.

I decided Jurgen's toying with Marco had gone on long enough, so I said, "I just want you to know, he knows all about us this afternoon and he has no problems at all. So don't worry."

Marco replied, "Ah, thank you for telling me. I was wondering how much he knew."

I replied, "I enjoyed being with you very much. He was happy I was pleased."

I continued, as I waved at the champagne, "I think this is his way of expressing his appreciation."

Marco laughed, "No need to thank me. I was quite well rewarded already." He said the last part with a smirk.

Jurgen returned and gave me a kiss on the cheek and squeezed my shoulders before sitting down again. I was sitting in the dress shirt with nothing on, Jurgen had on only his robe, while Marco still had on his uniform.

Jurgen must have noticed that too, saying, "Marco, you must be warm in the uniform jacket. If you want to become more comfortable, it is up to you."

I echoed, "I promise I will not mind."

Probably if it was Jurgen's comment alone, he might not have responded, but instead he stood up and took off his jacket, saying, "Thank you."

I stood up and took it from him, "Let me wait on you for a change."

I took his jacket inside and laid it on a chair. When I returned, I topped off Jurgen's champagne glass. As I leaned over this way, it probably became apparent I was not wearing anything underneath. I felt Jurgen's hand touch the inside of my leg at the knee and slide up high on my thigh. When his fingers rubbed up against my pussy, he could already tell I was dripping wet. 

I did not move while he caressed my inner thigh under the shirt. Marco could not see the details, but I think he could see enough, as he let out a big smile. I let Jurgen continue for perhaps another 20 seconds as I held the champagne bottle. 

When he stopped for a moment, I walked around the table and filled Marco's glass. Even though he was now aware that Jurgen knew about us, he was not so bold as to try repeating what Jurgen had done. I saw that Jurgen was looking on intently, but did not say anything.

But as I stood there now in front of them, there was enough of a breeze that my shirt opened. My breasts were covered, but it was now clear to both of them that I had not worn any panties underneath. Of course, Jurgen had discovered that a moment earlier as I filled his glass.

I did my best impression of the famous Marilyn Monroe pose as her dress blew up over the city sidewalk grating, and enjoyed the breeze on my skin. 

As the guys looked on pleasantly, I did a little teasing dance for them, slowly moving to the imagined music. They clinked their glasses together as I continued.

I unbuttoned one more on the shirt and then slid it over one shoulder while they smiled. I leaned over with my butt in the air while I slid the shirt higher.

Their smiles had faded but they continued to gaze intently as I unbuttoned the final button and slid the shirt off with my back to them. My butt was still covered by the shirt when I turned around to show them my breasts as I then dropped the shirt to the ground.

I stood nude in front of them now when Jurgen said to Marco, "Why don't you dance with her?"

He took another drink while he thought about it, and then stood up and came to me. He stood in front of me without touching me until I slipped my hands around his waist. He quickly responded in kind. The dance only lasted a brief moment and turned into an embrace with my cheek on his chest. 

I looked over at Jurgen and saw him give me a smile. Clearly he was intrigued.

Marco's hands fell away as we separated. I put my palms on his chest as I looked at him with a smile. The threshold was crossed when I reached up to unbutton his shirt. He looked over at Jurgen who raised his glass and nodded at us, essentially giving Marco the go-ahead. 

I saw this as well. I had not finished with Marco's shirt yet, but leaned up to kiss him. Marco responded and we melted together in a deep slow kiss. When we finally broke the kiss, I continued to unbutton his shirt while I stood in front of him.

When it was open enough, I leaned my head down to kiss his chest, followed by licks and kisses as I moved downward on his chest and stomach. I kneeled down now and began to unbuckle his belt. Everyone knew what was coming, but I did this all very slowly. First unfastening his pants at the top, and then slowly unzipping him.

I had not touched his dick at all, but when I lowered his pants, it was clear he was fully hard already as he stretched against his shorts. 

Only now did I reach up and stroke his cock over his shorts and then slipped then down as well. I helped him step out of everything and laid them over the chair.

His cock stood out straight in front of me. I grabbed him and held the head of his cock near my lips where I gave it a light lick.

I looked over at Jurgen, who had reached under his robe and was stroking himself. I smiled and said, "May I?"

Jurgen gasped and untied his robe to expose his own fully hard cock, hissing, "Yes!"

I took Marco in my mouth three or four inches all at once and began to suck. I looked over at Jurgen while I had Marco deep in my mouth and he had an expression of lust. I was not sure if he was anticipating being in this position himself soon or he was just thrilled this was happening in front of him. 

Marco was absolutely rock hard while I sucked him. I looked up a couple of times and he had his eyes closed while he enjoyed it. He looked down at me once though, and we caught each other's eye. He gave me a smile and caressed my head. 

I stood up after a while and Marco and I kissed. He massaged my breasts at first and then we held each other in a tight embrace as we continued our kiss.

As we separated, I looked over at Jurgen again and he gave us another smile.

I motioned for Marco to sit down. I moved to straddle him while facing Jurgen. I guided Marco's hard dick into my wet and waiting pussy, sliding in deep with no difficulty at all. As I started to move up and down on him, Jurgen untied his robe and his own hard cock became visible. He began to stroke himself while watching us. Marco had his hands on the sides of my hips as he helped me fuck him. 

Jurgen stood up after a time and came over to me. My mouth took his throbbing cock and I began to suck him as Marco continued to fuck me. We carried on this way for a couple of minutes and then I climbed off Marco and kneeled before both of them.  

I held on tightly to Jurgen's cock while I sucked Marco again, the taste of my pussy all over his dick. I alternated between the two of them, both rock hard, everyone quiet. 

What a scene. The Mediterranean breeze all around us while I was fully nude on the balcony sucking off two men.

It was Jurgen who broke the silence, "Let's go inside."

We moved into the bedroom. Marco lay back on the bed. I leaned over to suck him and felt Jurgen position himself behind me. It took no time at all before his cock plunged deep inside me. 

I had only been with two men at once a few times in my life, but this was special. Not only the setting, but both Marco and Jurgen were great lovers -- sensitive and strong, and always behaving in a respectful way towards me. 

As Jurgen continued to fuck me from behind, I could feel an orgasm building and it did not take too long before I had to pause sucking Marco as I felt the waves of pleasure pass through my body.

After I relaxed a bit, we shifted positions so Jurgen lay on the bed and Marco took me from behind. Very similarly, his strong thrusts also brought me to orgasm. These guys were both wonderful lovers, recognizing when I was close and sensing when I was ready for more.

Jurgen said, "Not a bad holiday, what do you think Beth?"

At that very moment, all I could do was laugh as Marco continued to pound my pussy. 

This seemed to be funny to all, as Marco said, "I think she is busy right now."

After Marco made me cum again, we changed positions again so I was lying on the bed. They took turns fucking me missionary style, perhaps alternating at five-minute intervals. While Jurgen was fucking me, Marco liked to be sucked off. Jurgen would stroke himself and watch. 

The depths of pleasure were intense. Both had good sized cocks, I was well lubricated, and both would react to my expressions and change to slow and fast thrusts. After maybe 20 minutes like this, we changed positions again where I was doggy style kneeling on the bed. Neither guy seemed to want to cum right away. When I could feel they might be getting closer, the other would take his turn. When they were not fucking me in this position, each would move to the head of the bed so I could suck their cocks. 

They were similar also that the one getting sucked off would massage my breasts as they hung down. 

I had had a lot of sex the last couple of days, but each time had been different and special in its own way. I had let myself go on this trip, foregoing the usual restraint. I thought it strange that I had never really been that interested in being with two guys at the same time. But this experience was making me really wonder about that.

Jurgen was sort of the master of ceremonies, as he would be the one to suggest we change positions again. As everything was good, I think Marco and I were both happy to cooperate. 

Now Jurgen lay on the bed and I straddled him and faced him. I ground my pussy down hard and held him inside me deep. I would also clench my pussy muscles around his cock; something I knew drove most men wild. Jurgen, in turn, reached up and squeezed my tits while we fucked this way. 

Marco stroked himself and watched until it was his turn. 

We shifted around again so I was now on top of Marco. I was not paying attention to Jurgen at this time, but I did notice when he squeezed my ass cheeks while Marco and I fucked. He came around and stood on the bed and I took him in my mouth again.

I could have fucked these two all night, and it seemed they had a similar idea. 

So my first real surprise came when Jurgen had gone around behind me again, I thought to shift positions or take his turn.

Instead, I felt his finger begin massaging my ass. He had some kind of lubricant and he penetrated up to about what felt like the first knuckle. 

I turned around to look at him while Marco was still inside me. 

Jurgen said, "What do you think? Interested? But it is entirely up to you."

I knew that to be true. 

He was the right kind of guy to let fuck my ass, also something I had not done often. He was sensitive to my feelings, as well as someone I trusted.

I nodded and smiled, "Be gentle please."

He smiled, "Of course."

I lifted off of Marco and moved to the edge of the bed doggy style as positioned by Jurgen. He had put on more lubricant on his fingers and gently probed my ass. He then did the same and put the lubricant on his cock. 

I was right that he was sensitive to my pleasure. The head of his cock just very slowly moved into my ass. He gave me time to relax and to stretch. He would pause and then push in a little more. To be candid, there was a degree of pain at first, but he went slowly enough that it would soon subside. He had penetrated me pretty deeply finally, before beginning to fuck me. 




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My surprises were not to end though, as Jurgen directed Marco, "Slide in underneath her."

As I was on my hands and knees anyway, it was not too difficult for him to move underneath me. Jurgen paused, but he was inside me deeply as Marco got into position. I felt his cock slip into my pussy.

It took a couple of tries before we got it right, as Marco would slip out and have to slide back in. They shifted around angles a bit too, both of them listening as I would shift around myself. 

I had never been fucked this way before. There was again some minor pain at first, but it was mostly if their cocks were at the wrong angle. I could not really move much, and the fucking was mostly in the hands of the guys. 

We did make it into a rhythm though, and almost as soon as both were inside me I came again. Unbelievably intense this time, it was both sharp and long lasting. 

This was not something I would ever want to do with men who were not this caring and sensitive. 

This seemed to be enough for Jurgen and he announced he was going to cum. He pulled out and soon I felt him shoot out onto my back, groaning loudly.

Marco then began fucking me again in earnest, now that Jurgen had pulled out and we could move around more. He got around behind me and at first I wondered if he was going to take a turn fucking my ass.

However, he instead stayed with traditional. He was pounding pretty hard when I felt him begin to tense up. 

He pulled out also. I moved to sit on the end of the bed and he shot out onto my chest a very large and intense first steam. I could not do it with Jurgen, as I cannot do ass-to-mouth, but I took Marco in my mouth as he sent another pulse toward me. He got some on my cheek, but mostly I tasted him and gently sucked him as he began to relax. 

Jurgen could not seem to get enough of watching us, and he sat in the chair continuing to stroke his own cum spent cock. 

I was still holding Marco in my hand as I looked over to Jurgen. He had a big grin on his face. 

Finally we all relaxed. Marco leaned down to kiss me, Jurgen came over and did the same. Jurgen poured some champagne, while Marco came back from the bathroom with a wet cloth so I could clean up. 

I lay back on the bed and the guys went to each side of me as we snuggled. Jurgen had his arm around me as he lay to my side. Marco put his leg up on top of mine and put his arm across my waist while he laid his head on my shoulder. 

None of us said anything, perhaps each of us was just basking in what had happened. I know I was. 

Finally, after a while, Marco said he needed to get going. We did not inquire where he needed to be at this time, but it was just as well as I wanted to sleep. 

I did get up with him though, and kissed him again after he got dressed. He knew I was leaving in the morning already.

He said, "Beth, I hope you had a great visit here. I feel so fortunate to have met you."

I smiled, "What do you think? And I also think I was lucky to have met you."

We walked to the door, although I had not bothered to put on any clothes. 

I said, "I will let you know the next time I am coming around, in case you would like to get together again."

He leaned over to kiss me, "Yes, I would like that very much."

With that he left, and I went back to the bedroom where Jurgen was waiting. I liked that he had given us some privacy to say goodbye.

He said, "Are you alright?"

I crawled back into bed, saying, "No, much better than that. Everything is perfect."

I continued, "How about you? I never anticipated my last night would end like that."

He said, "Well, that was quite a surprise for me too, although clearly I had set the pieces into play."

We were both exhausted, and after some small talk, drifted off to sleep. My dreams were about the entire trip, essentially confirming what had actually happened in Germany and France was equal or better than what I could have dreamed up as a fantasy. 

Before Marco had even arrived the night before, I had put in a request for the front desk to give a wakeup call. I could scarcely even believe it had come so soon. I was still very tired. 

But a hot shower woke me up and I got dressed and went down to my room to pack. I was hurrying but in good shape. 

Jurgen was waiting with the car when I was ready to go. I wore a navy skirt and white blouse to fly home in. He had on a tan shirt and black pants, very continental. 

As we got in, he asked, "All set Beth."

To which I replied, "Not quite, how about another week?"

He laughed, "Fine by me, you should come over here to live."

I smiled at the thought. 

We drove to the airport and we talked about how everything had come together at the last minute like that. From my perspective, it was a really magical weekend. 

As we got to the airport and unloaded my bags, Jurgen leaned over to kiss me. Soft and sweet.

He said, "I will look forward to the next time I see you with great anticipation."

I replied, "I was thinking the same thing. Ciao."

There was a bit of a time constraint as I had to get checked in, so we waved at each other as he drove off. 

Despite that my flight was short to Frankfurt, followed by the long flight back to the States, to the best of my recollection, I slept the entire way. And I guess I had a smile for anyone who saw me.



Cote d'Azur Wedding



Angela was taking charge though. She handed Jurgen a card, "You should go take a look here while we go get some appropriate lingerie. The necklace needs to come down to here, and needs matching earrings. Figure out your budget and we can join you in a little while." 

They talked in German for a bit; I thought she was giving him the actual length of the necklace he should be looking for. Jurgen agreed. 

Angela and I headed out to acquire the needed undergarments. We walked for about 10 minutes, chatting a little bit. She was commenting how the event should be wonderful and other small talk. 

We arrived at the store and the manager was already waiting for us. Apparently she knew Angela well, as they embraced and started talking in German. 

Angela introduced me to Helen and apologized, "I am sorry for the German language. Helen can only speak a little English, but this store will have everything we need and I hope you can let me translate as needed."

We shook hands and Angela described the dress. She had not brought it with us as her staff was making the minor alterations required. The store itself was very upscale. I did not recognize the names of the brands on the various displays, but most of it was French with a lot of embroidery and fancy things; a variety of styles. We would need black lingerie to go with the dress of course, and soon a few options were brought out. 

Angela translated, "She is going to need to see you now, to make some recommendations."

So we walked back to the dressing room where I got undressed. It was a private store, but I could tell there was not going to be a lot of privacy for me today. The store was still empty, but rather than them handing me items to try on, instead I came out in my bra and panty which suddenly felt rather plain and boring compared to what else was present. 

Helen measured me carefully around the chest and then I removed my bra while she measured me for cup size carefully. Angela translated that the main problem would be providing enough support while not showing under the dress. One option was the adhesive half cups; and they put them on without the adhesive to show the effect. This would be our last resort if other alternatives could not be found. 

It did not feel out of place to be walking around topless in this store. It was just "us girls" and there were no other customers. Helen went right to what she thought would be the best option. It was a black corset which went down to about my belly button with several clasps in back. But the key was that it already had built in half cups. A marvel of engineering really. The clasps in back had a couple of options for tightness and it felt comfortable. The desired effect was immediate; providing simultaneously lift and cleavage. Clearly this would work with the dress neckline. 

They were both smiling as they saw the results, with Helen chiming in "Voila" as she admired her work. I had to admit the effect was pretty stunning. The twins looked pretty good as I stood before the mirror. The half-cups came up right under my areola, so I also realized there was going to be some need to be careful or I was going to have some nipple slips with this outfit. 

Angela asked some questions about what I wanted to do for stockings. I had a pretty good tan at the time, so I could go with bare legs and open-toed shoes. She also said I could wear black stockings with the dress and look equally good. While the dress itself had high leg slits, they were not so high as to prevent either option. She said it would be the right weather for either approach. 

I would have been comfortable with either way and said so. I asked Angela what she recommended as I was not so familiar with the venue, etc. 

I immediately discovered she had a recommendation, but wanted to respect my preferences. Once she saw I was flexible, she smiled and started talking in German to Helen. Clearly they were going to have me wear stockings as they started laying out some options on the floor table. 

I realized I liked the thought of stockings, as it would increase the feeling of elegance. The choice became obvious; self-supporting stockings or a garter belt. They described a hybrid option where the self-supporting stockings could be worn with a garter belt, more for show than function. 

I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman as they were fawning all over me with options. They were both older, so I got the feeling it was fun for them to dress me up, and of course they both realized I was not on a budget. I continued to be relying on their recommendation and we soon came to the consensus of self-supporting stockings with the garter belt. Frankly, the garter belt would be new for me, but it was fun too. 

The stockings themselves were sheer. The support bands at the thigh level were about 3 inches wide and fancy. The garter belt itself was all for show, but it did the job very well. 

I made the mistake of asking Angela how much this stuff cost. She smiled but rebuked me. "I have strict orders from Jurgen not to answer that question, but I can guarantee he does not care about the cost. He cares about how you look."

Then to continue, the garter belt was fancy too, mixing sheer and solid. It was easy to put on and hook to the stockings. I felt very sexy in it. 

Helen then took me to look at various styles of panties. Angela translated, "You can do whatever you want here. It is completely personal preference." 

But Helen laid out various styles on the table; low and high cut, varying degrees of texture and embroidery. All very nice. It was impossible to make a mistake here. 

But they could see I was having a difficult time choosing as well, so Helen smiled and pointed at a French cut panty which was textured. It was easy to imagine the whole ensemble together now. It was also easy to shop this way, as the sizes were already selected, money was no object, and I was being encouraged along a path of elegance. 

I smiled and went back to try them on. When I came out with the whole outfit put together, everyone was pleased, especially me. Good natural breasts were helpful, but the rest was not. And I could see my running and keeping in shape were paying off now as my butt, waist and legs all looked pretty damn good. Not bad for a 30-something.

Angela touched my arm and smiled, "You give us some nice material to work with. No man shall resist you."

I went back to the dressing room and got into my normal gear. I am not sure how they did the payment, but it was all taken care of as I came out. A nice way to shop. I discovered later Helen provided two pairs of panties.

I knew enough French to thank her properly myself, but not enough to converse. And then we were off to find shoes. 

Angela called Jurgen to see whether we should do that first or come to the jewelry store first. Angela was talking in German for a minute, but then she handed the phone to me, "He would like to talk to you."

"Hi Beth, are they taking good care of you?"

I replied, "Other than killing your credit card, I feel like a princess. They have been great."

"Excellent. I would like if you could meet me to discuss the jewelry and do shoes later as I am running out of time. Is that alright?"

I said, "Absolutely. Let me give the phone back to Angela, so you can tell here where to meet."

We took a taxi to meet Jurgen.

We met and did the European greeting with the little kisses to each cheek. This itself was unusual for us as we normally just shook hands, being business professionals. But it felt right and was over before I even recognized the change. 

I said, "Angela has been taking very good care of me."

Jurgen smiled at her, "Thank you, Angela."

I knew it had been important to let him know I had been pleased by the treatment. Angela gave me a subtle smile of thanks. 

Like everything else, the jewelry store was very upscale. 

Jurgen said, "We are going to select the jewelry here, but what you will wear is to come from Geneva. I have a friend there who is going to loan us the items once we describe what we need."

That made a lot of sense. While the dress and lingerie were not cheap, fine jewelry was in another league. 

Angela was describing the dress and neckline, mentioning I would be wearing my hair up. The plan was to have a necklace with matching earrings. 

The store manager asked a generic question to the group, "Pearls, gold, diamonds, what are you thinking?"

We all looked at each other with everyone having the same expression, sort of a shrug as if anything would be suitable. 

Jurgen then asked me, "Do you have a preference?"

I said, "You will have the best idea of what is proper. So really I don't care, whatever you think is appropriate. But if it does not matter, and since the jewelry is on loan, my preference would be diamonds."

Angela nodded, "With the black dress and her skin, that would have also been my recommendation."

Jurgen waved his hands and said, "I think we have a choice."

We went to another part of the store where we could look at the diamond items in the case. He said, "What your friend will have in Geneva will not be exactly the same as this. What is most important is to select the length of the necklace and the rough size and quantity of the stones."

With that, he pulled out a simple strand of diamonds without a pendant and asked me to put it on. I turned around and lifted my hair as he did the clasp. I had to unbutton my shirt and pull it to the sides so that we could get the length right. The end came about one third of the way from my chin to the front of my bra. 

Angela commented, "It needs to be longer."

She then put her finger on my chest, "About here."

He commented, "Probably a pendant style will be the best for what you want."

There were a lot of styles having a very elaborate nettings and designs, but I said, "My preference would be something simpler, maybe a simple strand like you had before, but longer. And then a simple larger stone hanging down."

No one argued and he then brought out a really beautiful piece with diamonds along the whole strand -- relatively small stones -- with a teardrop shaped diamond pendant. 

Angela looked to Jurgen and me and said, "That would be great."

I think there were some time pressures involved, but the fact was everyone was very happy. Jurgen and the store manager were talking in German, but the summary was he would send a description and a photo to Geneva and go from there. But the comment was that we had selected a simple piece which should be easy to duplicate. 

For earrings, my preference was for a simple diamond stud although Angela was more in favor of something hanging down. I considered a couple of options, but my opinion won out. While we were selecting earrings, they already had Jurgen's friend in Geneva on the line. 

The result was easy -- he could supply the earrings and necklace no problem. He offered the choice that the pendant could be diamond, emerald or ruby without any problem. We could not look to choose, but everyone looked at me.

I said, "Unless someone has a strong view otherwise, I have always loved emeralds."

Some shrugs, some smiles. But that was that. I love shopping that way. 

We thanked the store manager and left. I am not sure how, or if, Jurgen compensated him for the session. 

Jurgen said, "OK, I am going to head out to the airport now. But Angela will take care of whatever else you need and I will see you in Nice tomorrow."

I pulled him aside for a moment, "Jurgen, I am unbelievably flattered by all you are doing. Really, this is too much."

He replied, "On the contrary, I am very grateful you are coming. You will look fantastic, and everyone will be jealous."

He had an enormous smile on his face. I leaned over and kissed his cheek, whispering, "Thank you anyway. I feel like a princess."

He smiled again, "Good."

He left us then and Angela and I went to get shoes. It was very simple to find something appropriate. Angela only cared about the height of the heel and I found a very elegant style with a strap around the ankle.

That was very fast and Angela said, "Do you have a purse? And a wrap if it gets cool?"

I shook my head no. One store nearby had just what we needed and finally Angela took me back to her store for the final fitting of the dress. 

She was confident, but said, "Just to get it perfect." 

We took a quick taxi to her shop. The seamstress was standing by in case of a problem. The dress was hanging near the three-way mirror. 

Angela said, "You do not need to put everything on, but I will need to have you put on the bra and the shoes."

I got undressed and put on the shoes and bra. I realized they wanted me to come out this way and put on the dress in the shop. But as I looked in the mirror, it was a little awkward as this bra had my breasts essentially fully exposed with just some uplift. Oh well, it was just us girls. 

I came out casually. But like usual for me, I was a little nervous even though Angela had already seen me this way. They did not seem to care, but I was glad there were no other customers as I came out. 

They quickly helped lift the dress over me and zipped it up. This will sound egotistical, but I looked fantastic in the dress. The bottom hem had come perfectly, so the shoe selection was just right. I should not have been surprised, but the real stunning effect was the bra and the neckline. My cleavage looked wonderful; sexy but not sleazy. My waist and hips looked great too. 

Angela had a big smile, "So Beth, what do you think?"

I started with a small, subtle smile. But I could not hold it for long and slipped into a big grin which said it all.

She continued, "I think we did very well today."

I said, "Thank you Angela."

She replied, "I think you will get a lot of attention, and I know Jurgen will be pleased."

I continued looking in the mirror, "I do not show this much cleavage very often. It will be an experience."

Angela replied, "I am envious. I have always been jealous of women with larger breasts. If I had yours, I would love to display them this way."

They helped me off with the dress and I went back to change again. The dress material was not easily wrinkled, but she made the good suggestion that I carry the dress in a carry-on instead of packing it in my luggage. We also condensed all the bags and boxes from our shopping trip to make it easier for me.

I already knew Jurgen had taken care of all the expenses. I also was sure he had taken care of Angela over and above that. But nevertheless, I was very grateful for her care and attention.

I said, "It will be very exciting to see how the event turns out, but I feel very fortunate for everything you have done. Thank you."

She gave me a little hug, "It was my pleasure. Actually, I had fun today as well. And of course I am pleased that both of my customers are satisfied."

I left and went back to my hotel. The day's activities had caused me to be both tired and hungry, having missed lunch. I went back to my room and figured out how I would pack the extra things. I lay down on the bed for a minute. I did not want to sleep, but it felt great to relax. After about 15 minutes I got up and got organized. My flight the next day was early, so I would have to get up pretty early to get to the airport, deal with customs and security. 

Life is not too bad. A free night in Munich, on my way to the south of France the next day. Hard to complain. 

I took a quick shower and got ready to go out, opting for casual clothes. The weather was warm so I put on a black skirt and a loose cut white blouse with my hair down. Simple, but good.

Jurgen called to check if everything had gone well. I described how well the dress looked at the final fitting and how pleased I was about everything.

I told him, "I really am excited to be coming to Nice. I was a little apprehensive at first, but as we have moved forward, it has turned into something quite special. Thank you."

He was glad to hear the planning on my end was going well. He confirmed the jewelry was ready and was similar to what we had seen earlier. We discussed our timing for the next day and wished each other a good evening. I told him I was getting ready to go out to dinner and he was going to do the same. He also said he hoped I had a great time tonight. 

I went down to the hotel bar to have a drink before heading out. I had been looking forward to a glass of champagne. The place was semi-crowded already. I got my drink and began to relax. I looked around and noticed the opulence of the place. Very ornate, but also a lot of light. 

On a Friday night in Munich, people were dressed still from work, not ready to go home. Others dressed for parties. The whole spectrum. 

I felt a little torn as I looked around while I drank my champagne. On the one hand, I knew I should not stay out too late as tomorrow was going to be interesting. On the other hand, I really enjoyed the city and the nightlife. 

The bar and the people were interesting and I thought about what I wanted to do this evening. I knew some fancy restaurants and I also knew some more casual places. I thought about the famous Hofbrauhaus where the beer was fantastic and the atmosphere was fun. I thought about spending some time at the spa instead, maybe having a sauna followed by a late supper and maybe some drinks later. 

I finished my drink and was thinking about another one. I recognized my dilemma -- too many choices -- and thought about dinner at an outdoor bistro. The bartender came up and asked if I wanted another. The choices became acute as I realized I wanted everything. I was aware enough to realize I had been in this situation before and having too many things to choose from could sometimes leave me making no choice and later being sorry. 

I chose to be more decisive, knowing that tomorrow in Nice would be the opposite and I would go with the flow. I ordered another glass of champagne and would go on to phase two of the evening when it was done. 

My drink arrived and with it came the first guy, in this case guys, hitting on me. There were two of them, both likely Americans by the sound of their voices. I immediately thought they were here on business as they were both in suits.

"Where are you from?" one asked. I guessed New York from his voice.

I replied, "The U.S. How about you?"

Almost in unison, "Us too."

I was wrong, they were actually from Boston. I got it right they were on business, having been in Munich for a week with another to go. 

We made casual conversation as I knew a lot more about the city than they did after my multiple visits. I gave some suggestions for places to eat and drink as they had been mostly taken out by their business hosts during the week. Both were married, and though it is probably shallow to say, neither was very attractive to me. Each was overweight and balding, which was not a problem or me being judgmental, more that neither was attractive to me. None of that had made me rude, as they were polite and unassuming. But if they had any designs for me, I just did not find the thought appealing. 

I declined another drink and signed for the bill. The guys were not too forward about it, but they did invite me to join them for dinner. I declined but thanked them for the offer. The entire conversation had helped me to reach my choice for the evening. I said goodbye and headed to the hotel spa. I was going to have a sauna and relax for a bit as it was still early. I would find a nice outdoor restaurant for dinner; stop by the Hofbrauhaus for beers before turning in for the night. 

My hotel was one of the best in Munich and had a fairly elaborate spa. I had been there briefly a couple days previously, but without time to relax. 




Cote d'Azur Wedding



I checked in at the desk and got my locker key. The lockers were separated for men and women, but the rest of the facilities were mixed as was typical in Germany from my experience. 

I got undressed and headed off to the showers. I considered a massage, but while I was not in a rush, I did not have enough time for that. The showers were one large cordoned off area but there were no barriers between shower heads. There was a middle aged couple already showering when I arrived. 

I hung up my towel and quickly rinsed off as it had not been long since I showered last. I thought about keeping my hair dry, but quickly relented and soaked down my long hair. 

There were a couple of temperature saunas to choose from, but I cannot really handle the very hot ones and enjoy it. The lower temperature room was full when I entered. The entire spa area seemed fairly crowded actually. 

While there were many people already inside, it was still easy to get a seat. I like to lie down in a sauna when possible, but this evening everyone was sitting. Everyone is nude in a German sauna, but sometimes people will wear their towel around themselves. That was not the case this time as everyone had laid their towels on the bench underneath them. Local rules, at least for tonight. I took my towel off and did the same. 

While subtle, I could see a couple of the men glance as I removed my towel. Of the eight people already seated, there were two couples and the rest men. Except for one guy who looked to be in his 20's, I would have said the rest were late 40's or older. Not being egotistical, I was clearly the most attractive compared to the other women. 

It was interesting there was no conversation going on as I had become accustomed to. Very quiet. 

It was hot enough that soon the crowd began to turn over as people became overheated. I soon began to work up a good sweat as the heat poured into me. I was happy with my choice of agenda for the evening as I relaxed and enjoyed the warmth. 

After a little while, I could spread out and lay down as enough people vacated. The spa was busy though, and after a few minutes two couples joined and I needed to sit up again to make room. 

The newcomers disrupted the silence as they carried on their conversation from outside. They greeted everyone as they entered and then continued their discussion. I knew they were speaking German and I could pick out every other word, but could not really follow. Both couples were about my age and the noteworthy aspect from my perspective was that all were attractive. But further, I had to admit I had noticed that both guys were well endowed. For that matter, the women were also very curvaceous, not unlike my own body type. But as I sat there sweating, I became a little bit horny as the guy's nice equipment sat facing me. 

I was not anybody's object of attention though, as they were all engrossed in their discussion. Nudity does not translate to sex, but I have to admit that often I can find myself mentally drawn to the topic in that kind of a situation. 

I had been in long enough by now and needed to cool off. I headed off to the showers for a cool rinse and then off to what I would call a relaxation room. The other choice was to lay out by the pool for a bit, but maybe that would be next time. It was not dark, but the lighting was low, with new age music in the background and several benches side by side. 

I had the room to myself and I went in to lie down. Local rules could apply here too. I had seen people lay out nude or covered on different occasions. As I was by myself, I selected a bench on the far end and laid out nude. I closed my eyes and thought. On a couple of occasions I could hear the door open, but apparently after looking around, they changed their mind. I wondered if they had opted for a different place, or if me fully nude had influenced the decision. The latter made me smile. 

The next time the door opened I could tell the person had decided to stay and heard them take the bench next to me. That was fine, but I resisted the urge to see who had joined. However, I did sneak a quick glimpse after a couple of minutes. It was one of the guys I had seen in the sauna. He was laying out nude as well. I wondered where the others he had been with earlier had gone. Maybe to the pool, or perhaps still in the sauna?

I did recognize his face and hair, but I would not be telling the truth if I did not also admit I again noticed his long penis. I had only looked for a brief moment, but I had a longer gaze from the sauna. 

I had no intentions of imagining anything with him realistically, but the fantasy opportunities were delicious. As I resumed my eyes-closed mode, I imagined him sneaking glimpses of me. Only for my own fun, I parted my legs a little bit as my game continued. The thought he was looking only exaggerated my fantasy and I could feel my nipples get hard even though the room was warm. Talk about mind over matter. 

My little fantasy got interrupted abruptly though, as the door opened and I could hear multiple people join. From voices, I could immediately pick up it was his companions. With my bubble burst, I waited another minute and then headed out. 

I went back to the sauna and sat down. This time there was only one man in the sauna. He reminded me of Jurgen by his looks. 

He greeted me as I entered to which I replied in kind. 

He said, "American?"

I responded, "Yes, was it that obvious?"

I mean really, I had responded in what I thought was pretty good German. But apparently not that good. 

"Just a guess."

I smiled and he picked up the dialog.

"I travel to the U.S. quite a bit, and I have learned to pick up the accents."

I replied, "Not bad. What parts of the U.S. do you visit?"

He had really been all over, and I learned he was in a job not that different from my own, visiting many companies affiliated with his German firm. He also was an engineer, he spoke quite excellent English, and the dialog was very comfortable. 

I learned he lived in Northern Germany, but was visiting Munich on business. He was interested in what I did and asked good questions, but was not too pushy or asking personal information. 

It is a very interesting human psychology laboratory to be having a conversation with a perfect stranger while sitting completely nude. While this was common for Germany, and I enjoyed it very much, I could also recognize that it was not quite a completely casual situation for me. And consequently, like clockwork for me, even though the hot sauna had me sweating very well, I could feel my nipples harden up. In this case, I felt a twinge of embarrassment. It made me sympathetic to the dilemma a guy has in such a situation when you could see someone get an erection. Hopefully my own state was not quite that obvious. 

I wonder if I will ever get my own self-analysis completed. He was not some movie actor handsome, but he was not un-attractive either. The middle ground. Not someone on the street to whom I might be drawn. Yet, sitting in the sauna while we had casual conversation reminded me of my own passions. 

While he had been in longer than me, I had enough heat for the moment. 

I stood up, saying, "Time for me to cool off a little."

He also stood, "Yes, me also."

We headed out together and he followed me to the showers. We were standing next to each other as the water rushed over us. I was toying with the idea of finishing up and started to lather myself up. 

I admit it was a little awkward when he held out a bar of soap in his hand and said, "May I help you?" 

I was caught a little off guard and he must have noticed, as he continued, "Sorry, I meant with your back."

Whether he had originally intended that or not, I smiled at either a clever follow-up, or a polite clarification. 

I looked at him and said, "Thank you."

He stood behind me as he soaped up my back. I was waiting to see how far he would try to go, but I have to admit he stuck to my back and shoulders. The only 'liberty' was switching to his flat palm after the initial pass with the bar of soap. 

I rinsed off completely then and turned, "May I return the favor?"

He smiled and nodded his head. Either he had made a very polite gesture, or my response was the intended response. No matter. 

He was taller than me, but not by much over my 5'7" frame. He was not what I would call buff, but certainly not overweight. I would guess he was in his 50's. 

I soaped his back much as he had done for me. He also rinsed off and headed to get dry towels. He got there first and instead of handing me the towel, held it out fully spread, saying, "Allow me, please."

Hey, I don't mind being pampered. He never touched me with his bare hands, but it did feel stimulating as he blotted my butt and front with the towel. Maybe it would have been courteous to offer to do the same, but I was not quite ready for that.  

I said, "Thank you again. I am not sure what you call it, but I am going to lie down for a little bit."

I had looked over at the relaxation room as I said that, to which he nodded his head. 

He said, "I was thinking the same thing, would you mind if I joined you?"

I said, "Sure, no problem. By the way, my name is Beth."

He held out his hand, "I am Arne', very nice to meet you." 

There was another couple in the room already, but the same bench I had last time was open as well as the one next to it, which Arne' took. This time however, I left my towel on as I lied down. Last time I laid face up, but this time I opted for face down. 

It was not so suitable to talk this way, but we did continue our conversation. I did enjoy talking to him; he was intelligent and courteous, which is enough for me to be social. 

Arne' was also laying face down, and he had also kept his towel on. 

I was thinking while we were talking and it occurred to me he had taken somewhat of a risk by offering to soap my back and dry me off. I had not so much experience with German spas to know if that was customary or not. It had not happened to me before. But I recognized that he might have been a little hesitant and if so, I had to admire his courage and his manners that he had not done it in a crude way.

The other couple had left and we were still talking. At one point, I did a full stretch with my arms held out straight.

Arne' obviously noticed, "Would you enjoy if I massaged your back?"

I had been to enough German spas to know this was not just a normal courtesy, but it was not exactly unappealing either. I did not immediately respond though, and he must have realized I was considering his offer. 

He continued with a laugh, "Don't worry, you will not have to return the favor."

Some people have an ability to put others at ease, and I appreciate that talent. I laughed, "Well, very perceptive of you to notice I wanted a massage, but I was revolted by the thought of having to do you."

He got the sarcasm, and laughed, "Well, since we have that out of the way."

I had not exactly said 'go ahead', but he took my joke as tacit permission. He stood up and started to rub my shoulders. 

My towel was wrapped across my torso. It was wide enough to go down about half way on my thighs, but my shoulders and arms were bare. His touch felt very nice, but I am a real sucker for a massage. 

He was not pressing too hard or too light; actually he got it just about right to the degree I like. But he asked at one point, "Too hard?"

I told him it was just right as he continued. He moved his hands down my back over the towel as we continued talking. 

I said, "You seem to know what you are doing."

He responded, "I am just an amateur, but I enjoy massages myself and fortunately you seem to like it about the same way I do."

I did not reply, but I enjoyed his attention. 

He continued as we talked about various travel destinations we both had experienced. I would say we had similar tastes in general.

He pressed his thumbs down on my middle back and the pressure on my muscles felt great, causing me to stop mid-sentence.

He asked, "Are you alright? Was that too hard?"

I responded, "No, no. It actually felt good what you did."

He said, "Please do not take this as too forward, but if you want, they have oil and it would be easier."

I did not reply right away, so he continued, "But it is perfectly fine if you just want to continue this way. I am content this way."

I replied, "Thank you for asking. I think you misread my hesitation."

My reply was apparently ambiguous and he did not respond, so I continued, "Yes, let's try the oil; that sounds very nice."

My ambiguous reply was partially deliberate, giving me a little time to think. I realized I would have to lower my towel for us to proceed."

He walked over to the end of the room to get the oil. I lifted myself up high enough to undo the towel from the front and let it hang over the sides of the table. Arne' returned and saw my new towel status, as he folded it over my butt to expose my back. 

It occurred to me that for the spa to have oil available in the room, that massages like this were probably common. 

I felt him pour out the oil along my spine, followed by him quickly spreading it all over. Then he started with the deeper massage.

He asked me how it felt after a little and I honestly replied it felt great. He was actually pretty good at it. He never said anything, but after a little while he began rubbing my feet. I am also a real soft touch for a good foot massage and he was doing a good job. With him at the end of the table, we were not talking any longer, but it still felt very comfortable. And I was very surprised by the unexpected pampering. 

He gradually moved up to rub up and down my calves and eventually was massaging my lower thighs. He never adjusted the towel from the original setting, so my back continued to be exposed, but my butt and upper thighs remained covered. 

He said, "So how did I do? Am I hired or fired?"

I responded, "The price was certainly attractive, I think we'll keep you on staff for a while."

He laughed at what I considered to be a clever remark. 

He said, "So shall we continue?"

I said, "Ah, so you want to go from amateur to professional? I am happy to be your subject."

The bottom line was that I was enjoying the massage immensely. I would have bet real money that he was enjoying it too. 

He pulled the towel off completely and gave my butt a pat. I felt him pour oil on me again, followed by Arne' spreading it onto my butt and thighs. Of course I knew when he offered to continue that it would be fully uncovered. While I did not know him well, I felt safe and I thought to just enjoy the circumstance and not think too much. 

I also could guess that Arne' would not have complained while rubbing my butt cheeks deeply. I was not going to complain as it felt great. But I will have to admit I was not exactly prepared for my reaction when he was rubbing my thighs. The only way to describe it was he was making me feel very aroused. This went on for a couple of minutes when I changed the dynamic. 

Arne' was standing at my feet and running his hands up over my outer legs and hips. After a few times like this his fingers went just slightly under my hips and lifted me up for just a split second before going down and repeating the process. After a few times, I responded by assisting his lift of my hips almost in rhythm to his massage. 

There is no way to blame him or the circumstances. On one of the lifts, I subtly but deliberately shifted my left leg outward so that there was now a small gap between my thighs. I was pretty sure Arne' must have noticed, but he just kept up his standard massage. On another pass, I slightly shifted my right leg, widening the gap a little. 

After a bit, Arne' stood at the side of the table and was massaging my left leg. I felt tingles as he moved up higher, now that there was enough room for him to include my inner thigh. He did not actually touch my pussy, but he came pretty close. He was perceptive enough to be watching for any reaction. 

He moved over to the other side of the table and did the same thing with my right leg. He had both hands wrapped around my lower thigh as he moved up. I liked this style and lifted up my hips as he got high on my leg. He got close again to my pussy without touching it and went down again to my calf.

I shifted my weight slightly this time, raising up my entire right side and rolling a bit onto my left side. I moved and lifted my right leg out so my thigh was off the bench. 

Arne' moved up again, this time very slowly with both hands wrapped around my thigh. At the top though, his right hand continued up higher so it went up my stomach just under my breast. His left hand was up high on my thigh as he squeezed me. He repeated this move again and I felt his finger rub against my pussy. 

I shuddered with delight. He may not have understood, asking in a whisper, "Are you alright."

"Yes, that feels fantastic."

He got the message now. His finger found my sopping pussy and I felt him slide in. He squeezed my breast with his other hand. Really, I almost came right then. 

He then began to slide his finger in and out, rubbing against my clit as he did so. I was tensing up while he did this, causing him to pause.

I said, "No, keep going." Now he understood and I felt him slip two fingers inside me and carefully but assertively bring me to a quick orgasm. I shuddered again as he kept fingering me and then I slowly relaxed. Arne' recognized he had made me come, as he quickly slipped his face down to my pussy and licked my juices. 

I came to my senses finally, realizing that someone could have come into the room at any time. But it was worth it, as my orgasm was very intense. 

Arne' stopped licking me and I leaned up on my elbows, "That was fabulous, thank you, oh my god."

He stood up and smiled, "I was about to thank you for letting me do that."

I stood up and said, "You are getting better thanks than that. Your turn."

He grinned and was getting up on the bench laying face down.

I said, "Nope, face up. And you won't need that towel."

This was not a massage. As soon as he was on the bench, I bent over and took his soft penis in my mouth. I might have thought he would be hard, but maybe he was nervous.

It did not matter, as I got another treat feeling him get hard in my mouth. He was average size and shape, but he was not circumcised and I did not have too many experiences like that. 

This was not going to be a long, slow blow job. I was cognizant that we could get interrupted and I positioned myself with my back to the door, so that if I heard it open, I could lift up quickly and cover him. 

I could take most of him in my mouth and I did, sucking deeply. I began caressing his balls and I could feel him get harder. I can always tell when a guy is getting close. I paused for just a moment to suck on his balls while I stroked him, intending to finish sucking him off.

I was not fast enough though, as he shot a big stream into the air landing on his stomach. Oh well, more than one way to orgasm. I continued to stroke him now while I stood and watched. He sent out another smaller spurt and then more came out onto my hand. I had to admit he had accumulated a pretty big load. He had his eyes closed and finally started to relax. 

I released his dick and cleaned him off with the towel just as I heard voices outside the door. I covered him with the towel just in time as two men came in, greeting us as they came in and found their own benches. I was still standing fully nude, but I was not the least bit shy by that so soon after Arne' and I had both gotten off. 

I leaned down and gave him a light peck on the lips, saying, "Are you ready?"