14 comments/ 66723 views/ 8 favorites The Blue Coast By: Green_Gem It was only when Jordan stepped off the plane into the balmy warmth of the early morning sunshine at the Cote D'Azure Airport in Nice that the reality finally hit her. She was in the south of France and about to embark on a crazy adventure of fun and utter indulgence. It had all started as a bet; a silly wager that had happened in a flirty and competitive moment. Never in a million years had Jordan ever expected that either of them would actually be required to honor it. But she should have known better. In the months since she had met Steve, it had become abundantly evident that for all his easy going and laid back approach, he usually did exactly what he said he would, no matter how outrageous it may have seemed. But this was bizarre Jordan thought for the hundredth time as she scanned the faces of the people in the Arrivals Lounge. Steve's business obligations had required him to leave a few days earlier but he had said he would be at the airport to fetch her. The place bustled with excited people and she waved with relief when she saw him in the distance. He was easy to spot. Being tall he towered at least a head and shoulders over the others as he made his way towards her. Watching him approach, her mind drifted back to the wager and the reason why she found herself in this almost surreal situation. Steve's bet, made earlier in the year, had been simple. It was that the former long-standing world champion of Formula One racing would be in the lead on points for the current championship by the time the Monte Carlo race rolled around. If he wasn't, then Steve would take her to Monaco for the race. Jordan recalled reading somewhere that the outspoken Katharine Hepburn had once called Monaco "a pimple on the chin of the south of France." She wasn't referring to the principality's lack of beauty, but rather to the preposterous idea of having a little country taking up some of the choicest coastline along the Riviera. Monaco was the playground of the obscenely rich and bored who were free to flaunt their wealth, diamonds, designer clothes and Ferraris. It really was all about showing off and not exactly the kind of place you just stopped over for a casual weekend. There was little doubt that the bet was insane and outrageously expensive. When Jordan had pointed that out to Steve, giving him the opportunity to renege, he had fixed his gray eyes on her, shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Yeah but its only money and we'll get a chance to see how the other half splurge it. Besides, my boy is going to beat yours and get back into the lead." He paused and smiled, "And that way I get you to keep your side of the bet as well." Jordan laughed at the memory of the conversation. Had she lost the bet she would have had to have public sex with Steve at a location of his choice. She wondered wryly if Monaco might not have been his first choice anyway. As a keen racer himself and fan of Formula One together with a love of risky public sex, there was no better place on earth to indulge his fantasies. If she was honest, she would have admitted that while she was more than thrilled that the former champion was lagging behind the new prince of the track, she had mixed feelings about how this bet had turned out. It wasn't that she and Steve weren't attracted to each other because they were. The chemistry between them was electric even though they had resisted falling into bed together. A situation she knew would forever be changed by this weekend. But it was more than that. It was the edgy danger that she associated with Steve and which she found undeniably exciting that concerned her. There was something about him that made her a little crazy. She liked to believe that she was the queen of cool. Self control was her middle name and yet when she stepped onto the plane headed for the playground of the rich and reckless to be with Steve she knew instinctively that her self control was gone. The time ahead would be an excuse to allow herself to let go and to revel in wild abandonment. Her stomach muscles fluttered with a ripple of excitement and longing. *** Steve's steady gaze brushed over Jordan's thighs appreciatively as her flimsy skirt hiked over them when she got into the low slung sports car that gleamed in the bright sunlight. "Nice car," she commented as he settled himself into the seat next to hers and hit a button to open the sunroof. "It seems the rental cars are a little different here; nothing simple like a Ford or a Toyota?" Steve laughed, "Well maybe there are, but my philosophy is when in Rome do as the Romans do. If there's any place to drive a fancy car, it's here." He paused, "But in a world full of Ferraris, Porsches, Rolls Royce and Lamborghinis this baby is pretty tame." "Hardly," Jordan laughed as she felt the first powerful roar of the engine. "Is it a long drive to Monaco?" "About 20 kilometers, but how long, depends on the traffic." "You think you'll get to open this baby up and race her?" Jordan asked, her green eyes glittering with excitement. "Why, you in a hurry to get there?" "No," she murmured, getting her first glimpse of the Mediterranean's turquoise water as the road carved its way along the rugged coastline. "But, let's just say, speed does it for me." Steve arched his eyebrows. He loved speed himself. He knew what an aphrodisiac it was, but if he really had to admit it, he'd have to say that at some level when racing his car or bike, it was the most amazing challenge; a feeling of mastery and power mixed with pure dread. At full throttle on the track there was almost the feeling of being omnipotent, god-like and untouchable laced with an arrogance that made him believe that that death or injury was beneath him and utterly impossible. He grimaced as he shifted in his seat; a recently healed rib was still a tender reminder of his last dice on the track and testimony to the fact that injury was very much alive and possible for anyone who pushed the limits. Not that it would ever alter his love of extreme sports though. "Does speed turn you on?" he asked glancing at Jordan. The question hung in the air for a second as he accelerated sharply along the twisty road. Jordan shifted in her seat while she gazed at the breathtaking landscape. The postcard views of quaint little villages nestling against the sparkling backdrop of the Mediterranean and the lavish estates that were perched high in isolation on rocky escarpments made her wish that she had the talent to paint. The scenery was truly spectacular and evidence that there were some things that humans simply couldn't mess up. She considered Steve's question and decided to answer him honestly. "Yeah, it does." "Good," he said smiling. "Feel free to enjoy your arousal as much as you like." He stretched his arm along the back of the bucket seat and rested his hand in the silky mane of hair at the nape of her neck. Jordan closed her eyes to savor the speed of the car and the scent of his closeness which seemed to permeate her senses. As his long fingers worked gently beneath the fall of her rich auburn hair she was aware of several thrilling sensations at once. His palm was curved into the space between her shoulder blades and his fingers caressed her bare skin with a steady, tender stroke. Steve's words and the intimacy of his touch began to work on her imagination, triggering deep sensual flashes. Despite the air circulating around her she grew as warm and flushed as if she were being undressed and fondled by a thorough and expert lover. Steve was seducing her mind with his careless touch, making her imagine his tantalizing light stroke all over her body. He slowed the car to a stop at a crossing and as it idled he began to play with the lobe of her ear, arousing the sensitive point where the delicate flesh met her jaw then, he dropped his hand and trailed his fingers down her bare arm, brushing the side of her breast with a feather stroke. It took all her control to keep her eyes on the road ahead but she couldn't help letting out a shuddery sigh. "Feeling good sweetheart?" Jordan nodded. She felt better than good. Beneath the feathery light material of her skirt her body was alive with sensation. Her breasts felt fuller and she was acutely aware of the way her nipples were jutting against the soft fabric of her top. She stole a quick glance at Steve's profile and saw a small smile playing around his lips. He was intentionally trying to get her aroused, she realized, and it was working. It took a second for her to make her decision and she made it in light of the promise to herself to throw caution to the wind and be as wild as he was. It was shameless, she knew, especially since they were in broad daylight on a busy road where he had to keep an eye on traffic. But that was tough luck for him, she decided; he'd started it and now he would just have to deal with it. A breath quavered in her throat as her fingers drifted down to her thigh and slipped under the hemline of her skirt. Jordan squirmed in the seat as her hand came to rest on the moist crotch of her panties. She slipped a finger between the soft wet folds of her pussy and let out a sexy sigh. "You don't mind if I explore a little, do you?" "Be my guest," Steve replied huskily, "I like to watch." "God, it's hot," she said throatily. "And these panties are drenched." She wriggled on the seat as she pulled the lacy g-string off and dropped it on Steve's lap. She smiled and stretched a long tanned leg onto the dashboard. "Now, think you can go any faster?" Jordan moaned softly as she stroked her clit with one hand and caressed a hard nipple with the other. She had her face turned on the headrest towards Steve, who was alternating between quick glances at the road ahead and lingering stares at her hand buried between her thighs. The feeling of the sun warming her and the breeze blowing through her hair keeping her skin cool while Steve watched her masturbate filled her with breathless excitement. She gazed at his profile, at his well defined jaw and his mouth and felt a shudder of pleasure run through her. She'd always wanted to deep kiss him, to run her tongue over his teeth and suck his bottom lip before forcing her tongue inside his mouth. She groaned as she imagined his tongue dancing with hers and then probing the soft folds of her pussy, insinuating its way deep into her warm wetness. The images spiked her arousal and she hastily pressed two fingers inside herself imagining how his cock would fill her. "Oh God," she groaned as she squirmed with pleasure and began her journey towards climax. In the distance she could hear the drone of an approaching train, and remembered seeing a railway track that ran almost parallel with the road. The clickety clack sounds came nearer and nearer merging with the sounds of her labored breathing. Jordan closed her eyes giving in to the pulsing waves of heat surging through her loins. She was vaguely aware of the reverberations from the train rushing past as her orgasm swept through her body. She whimpered softly as she came keeping her eyes tightly shut until she stopped trembling. When she opened them, Steve was staring intently at her. "Let me taste," he croaked putting his tongue out. She slowly withdrew her sticky fingers from her pussy and moved them towards his mouth. A small twinge of self consciousness prickled her as she watched him lick up a long string of pussy nectar that dripped from her fingertip. She always got so damned wet when she was horny and for a second, she wondered if she'd left a wet spot on the leather seat beneath her. "Yummy," Steve said, licking his lips appreciatively. "That was delicious and I didn't expect such a delightful show before we got there," he teased. Jordan felt her cheeks flood with heat. "Well, I told you speed turned me on," she said trying to sound nonchalant. "I think you turned on the train passengers as well." "No!" Jordan exclaimed, wide eyed. "Don't tell me they could see in here, could they?" Steve laughed. "Of course they could, Jordy. The train on the track is higher than the car, and it wasn't moving that quickly either. Those who were looking out at the beautiful scenery got an eyeful alright." Jordan giggled and then her breath caught in her throat as she stared between Steve's legs. His cock was protruding from his groin. It was rock hard and bobbed slightly with every pulse. Jordan couldn't take her eyes off it. "Did you take it out as the train approached?" "Sometime then, when you were finger fucking yourself." She reached across and touched him, moving her hand up the thick shaft until she got to the head. She squeezed him lightly and felt his cock throb, almost with a life of its own. "Think you can get us there in one piece if I blow you while you drive?" She could hardly believe her brazen behaviour and yet it felt like the most natural thing in the world to do. Her mouth watered in anticipation of tasting him. "Try me," Steve grunted as she bent towards his lap. Jordan rubbed his silky hardness against her cheek before swirling her tongue slowly around the crown and sliding it down his straining shaft. She licked and bathed it in saliva and then in one slick movement hungrily took him as far as she could all the way into her mouth. Steve's eyes almost rolled back in his head as she moaned sexily around his shaft. The vibrations made his cock twitch, but he kept his eye resolutely on the road and accelerated to pass the car in front of them. Jordan tried to move within the confined space of the car to be able to take Steve down into her throat. She began a deep sucking motion and heard him groan deeply. He tasted warm and a little salty. Precum leaked from his tip and she licked it up hungrily, using her tongue and her mouth to pleasure him. "Oh shit!" Steve cursed. It startled Jordan. She pulled back off him and shot an enquiring glance upwards when she heard the siren. "Fuck it, we have company!" He slowed the car and pulled over onto the side of the road into what looked like a small recessed area. Jordan wiped her mouth and tried to smooth her clothes as she struggled out of the car. She knew how disheveled she must look. The taste of Steve's precum still lingered on her lips and she glanced surreptitiously at his crotch. He'd managed to get his jeans zipped up but there was no mistaking the size of the bulge there. "Morning, officer," he said gruffly. "Is there something wrong?" Jordan got her first look at the policeman as he scowled at Steve. Christ, she thought, the cops sure were different in this part of the world. This guy looked like he'd just stepped out of an Officers Cadet school. He was immaculately dressed in a pair of blue grey slacks with a crisp white short-sleeved shirt, adorned with epaulets and matching badges on his pocket and peaked cap. "Are you here for the race?" he asked in perfect English tinged with a foreign accent. His tone was short and clipped and Jordan couldn't decide if it was Italian or French. With his dark hair he could be either. She wished she could see his eyes to determine how angry he was, but he kept them hidden behind dark shades. They watched as he walked around the car to check the car registration and Steve's international driver's license. "Yeah we're here for the race," Steve replied, hoping the guy was going to be forgiving towards over excited tourists. He knew damn well that he had been going dangerously fast, but it had been unavoidable. What with Jordy sucking his cock like her life depended on it he'd lost some of his focus and the car had surged ahead and zigzagged across the road. There was no real harm done, but he was pissed off that this asshole had chosen that moment to give chase. He was almost about to blow his load when the siren had started up. "You were speeding; going much faster than the speed limit," the cop growled as if they didn't understand what speeding meant. "And you passed the other cars dangerously. That is not acceptable here in Monaco." His comment made Jordan want to laugh. It was hilarious; the most prestigious race on the Formula One calendar was held in the principality each year but the cop was telling them, in all seriousness, that speeding was not acceptable in Monaco. She stifled a nervous giggle because one look at his face told her he meant exactly what he was saying. She'd heard that Monaco was known for its police presence, not because of crime but because of traffic violations, so they definitely took this speeding shit seriously. The tiny principality had everything except personal taxation but they made their money from gambling and tourists. Tourists with heavy acceleration in little sports cars, she thought wryly. Her sense was that being budget conscious was not exactly a priority with these people and she anticipated they'd get a heavy fine. Jordan ran her hands through her long silky hair and cocked her hip. "Officer," she said licking her lips provocatively, "We're really sorry about the speeding, but honestly it's not his fault, it's mine." "You were not driving," the cop replied letting his gaze drift over her. "No I wasn't," she said pouting, "But I was... distracting the driver." "Pardon?" Jordan flashed him a dazzling smile. He was French; she'd heard it in the way he rolled his 'r' in the word 'pardon.' "You see, it's our anniversary, and you know what it's like to be in love, don't you?" She paused, "I couldn't wait to get to the hotel to give him his present, and so I did it in the car..." "You gave him a present in the car?" Jordan nodded and sucked the tip of her index finger. "You know...that kind of present." The cop removed his sunglasses slowly and let his eyes dip down to her breasts. His stare was direct and very arrogant. He understood exactly what she was saying but she wondered fleetingly if he believed her and if it would make any difference. She glanced briefly at Steve who was leaning against the police car and had a small smile playing across his lips. He looked slightly taken aback but in an admiring sort of way. "Sex in the car is not an excuse," the cop said sweeping his gaze back to her eyes, "In fact it's even more dangerous." "I know, Monsieur," Jordan said, realizing suddenly that this was not only about dodging a fine. She was playing a game with the cop, a mind game that somehow was exciting her. She wanted to see how far it could go, how far she could push. "You don't believe me though, do you?" "It does not matter what I believe," the cop said as slid his sunglasses into his breast pocket, "You were speeding and driving recklessly. That is all that matters." Jordan noticed that he had not reached for his ticket book yet and that his eyes were still playing over her body. It was a mad impulse but she followed it. "But I do want you to believe me," she said slowly. "Speed turns me on, and while I was making love to him with my mouth I was becoming aroused as well." She smiled coquettishly, "Let me prove it to you." "Jordy..." Steve cautioned, realizing immediately where this was headed. He'd reconciled himself to a hefty traffic fine but public indecency in front of a cop might just land them in the local jail. Jordan sashayed towards where Steve was standing against the police car and leaned her body back into his. As she did so she lifted her skirt, giving the cop a full view of her pussy. The moisture clinging to her swollen lips glistened in the sunlight and Jordan lewdly pressed her fingertips inside and slowly began to stroke herself. The cop stood transfixed by the sight in front of him. The Adams' apple in his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, but he kept his eyes riveted on her fingers moving in and out of her wet sex. The Blue Coast "Maybe it was good that you stopped us," Jordan murmured leaning her head back onto Steve's shoulder and looking at the cop through half-closed eyes. "Because this way I can get off and leave the driver alone to drive." She let out a shuddery sigh. It was part nerves and part pleasure and a moan escaped from her throat as Steve lifted her leg and supported her thigh by letting her rest it on his forearm. She was acutely aware of how she must look, exposed and gaping while her fingers stirred up a lather of juice in her pussy. "Fuck, you are shameless, aren't you? You sweet little slut; masturbating for a stranger out here in the open," Steve whispered in her ear. Shards of pleasure spiked through Jordan at his words. She'd never thought of herself as an exhibitionist before but this situation was unbelievably arousing. It was the mixture of recklessness laced with a touch of fear that suddenly made her feel vividly alive. And she was deeply aware of Steve's masculinity, the faint scent of his maleness and the heat coming off his body as he held her exposed for a stranger. He slipped his other hand under her top and cupped her ripe breast. "Oh yeah," she moaned in response to his touch, and to the fact that the immaculate trousers that were stretched tightly over the cop's groin looked like they were about to burst in their effort to keep him civil. "He's fucking hard, and so am I," Steve muttered. "Take it out," she croaked to the cop as her fingers slipped wetly across her swollen clit and dipped into her drooling pussy. The cop looked around, quickly sizing up the situation. They were slightly obscured from view because of the recessed area in which they were parked. But his back was to the road in any event and he could not be identified in any way. His fingers trembled as he unzipped his fly and let his cock spring free. "Oh God," Jordan groaned as she pushed herself up against Steve. She could see the cop slowly fisting his cock, but Steve's cock was suddenly also naked and hotly pressed up just above her ass cheeks. He rubbed himself against her leaving a small trail of precum on her bare skin. "Oh yes! Touch me please," she begged. "I am touching you, baby, can't you feel me?" "Yes...No," she whimpered, "My pussy...touch my pussy please." "You want me to finger your cunt while he watches?" Steve chuckled softly into Jordan's ear. "That's not very polite is it? It might get him all excited and then he'll mess on those pretty pants of his." Jordan pressed back against Steve and moved so she could stretch her leg and support it along the side of the car. "Oh he likes that. See how he's beating off now? Bastard's getting an eyeful of the best pussy around," Steve growled into her ear. She could hear the hunger in his voice and she groaned in excitement as he ran his hand over her flat belly and down to her pussy. "Fuckable skin," he said rubbing his hardness over her ass cheeks. A shiver of pleasure ran through her as she felt the searing heat coming off his cock. "You smell good baby, pity I can't eat you now," he taunted. "Oh shit, Steve, stop teasing me," she hissed under her breath as his hand brushed against her pussy. "Just breathe," he whispered into her ear as he inverted his hand, palm up and slipped his middle finger through her labia. Jordan's eyes flew open as she felt him slide into her. Without ceremony he had inserted his index finger as well and they were both all the way deep inside, feeling the slick bumpy terrain and the intense heat of her pussy. A small moan ripped from her throat as he worked his long fingers back and forth and then in tiny circular movements. The cop let out a small groan as he watched the sight before him. His stroked his cock with rapid movements and his eyes bulged slightly. "He's wishing he could put that big prick of his into you and fuck you, just like I'm going to do later," Steve mouthed into her ear. Jordan moaned softly. She reached behind her back to touch Steve's cock as he ground it against her skin. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy just a little, and then still stroking, slid them back in deeply curling them slightly. She went rigid with a sharp intake of breath. "Ooh," she said, surprised, "Ooh." Found it! Steve thought. He hadn't lost his touch. He kept up the steady stroking until Jordan's breathing became long and ragged and he felt hot liquid slide over his fingers. Her body was humming like a wire in the wind. She shuddered and let out a tiny sob as the intense throbs of pleasure engulfed her. Her legs felt as if they might give way and she inhaled sharply, desperate for air. "Yeah, that's it baby, relax and let it go," Steve growled. He shifted his thumb, wet with her juices, to rub her clit as his fingers continued inside her warm slickness. The cop came into Jordan's line of vision. His eyes were fixed on her, his cock purple with blood and he was holding back, desperately trying to time his climax, as best he could, for when she exploded. "Cum hard again for me baby," Steve whispered in her ear as she arched her back and pressed against his hand. She felt herself surge against him and then a cascade of pulses rolled through her cunt gripping at his fingers as her orgasm washed over her. "Oh fuck, yesss!" She came in spasm after spasm and felt Steve throb against her as the hot wet rush of his orgasm spurted against her back. The cop could wait no longer, the penis in his hand exploded upward in violence with spurt after pent-up spurt shooting out in thick white blasts which he tried unsuccessfully to catch in his hands. By the time Jordan had caught her breath and stopped trembling, the cop was all zipped up and had himself under control. He put his shades on and opened his door with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You better get going or the roads will be closed for the race. And no more speeding, you hear me?" he said, in a vain effort to reassert his authority. *** Standing beneath the shower's warm caress, Jordan recalled her first impression of Monaco. It spilled down a steep hill at the very bottom of France in a jumble of tower blocks and was quite unlike anything she had anticipated. Their arrival in the tiny principality had been welcomed with bumper to bumper traffic and hordes of slow moving pedestrians as they slowly inched their way towards their hotel. Vibrant floral carpets on roadside embankments and lush gardens lapped up the late morning sun as exotic cars crawled along the narrow streets in the frenetic city. Porsches, Bentleys and Aston Martins seemed to be as common as super-models. The city's harbor was crammed with a dazzling sea of yachts; small, medium but mostly very, very large. Jordan had never seen anything like it before and wondered if some of them were cruise ships judging from their sizes. A few were so huge they even had helicopters on their top decks. There was no doubt that for all it's materialism, superficiality and extravagant lifestyles the place was allurlingly seductive and vibrant, Jordan thought as she rinsed the last shampoo suds out of her hair. The excitement of the day had enthralled her and the anticipation of what was still to come was building feverishly within her. She turned to see Steve watching her through the clear glass of the shower stall with a glint in his eye. He'd waited for Room Service to arrive while she had slipped into the bathroom. Jordan squeezed some shower gel out of the dispenser and slowly rubbed it over her breasts and down her belly. That elicited a grin from Steve; a slow, dangerous grin that made her insides quicken. "Come in," she called invitingly and then watched as he took off his shirt, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Her eyes roved over his chest and down to his navel where a well defined strip of hair raced down to the curly forest beneath his very visible cock. It was not really hard, but not exactly soft either. He moved like one who was quite at ease with his nudity and very comfortable in his own skin as he stepped in beside her. Being naked and this close to him, made Jordan feel breathless with lust and desire. She couldn't help remembering the exquisite way he had brought her to orgasm earlier and kept imagining what it would be like to finally become intimately acquainted with every muscle, sinew and curve of his body. She watched his every movement as he stretched and washed, the rivulets of water and the stream of scented suds caressing his body the way she wished she could. Jordan was consumed with an overpowering need for him. She wanted him but didn't quite know what to do about it. He hadn't touched her at all since getting into the shower and that somehow made her nervous. A large scar on his right arm caught her attention and she ran her fingertips over it tracing it's shape. It was very long and looked almost like a horseshoe but with the ends facing backwards. "A racing accident?" she asked. He shook his head, "No, childhood." She flinched slightly, when she saw that there were two others, one running from the base of his palm backwards up his arm and the other down the length of his thumb. His presence was so strong and vibrantly alive that it was almost impossible to imagine him hurt and vulnerable as a child and yet, those thoughts inexplicably brought on a wave of tenderness in her. She reached up and kissed him softy on the mouth. "Come here," he whispered, pulling her tightly towards him. He wrapped his arms around her like rope as his lips closed hungrily over hers. Jordan kissed him back urgently, her mouth open and wet, slippery with lust as their tongues slid together. The stubble on his chin rasped against her skin and she groaned in excitement as his kiss scorched her. His cock reared against her belly impatiently and her pussy throbbed in response. She reached for his hardness He was so deliciously thick that her fingers were scarcely able to close around him. "Oh Steve," she murmured as she stroked the taut skin of his cock and felt it pulse like a heart. She was burning for him and she desperately wanted him deep inside her. "Wait baby," he groaned disentangling himself from her and smiling wickedly, "We don't want to miss the start of the race, do we?" "You damn tease, "Jordan said. "I'm going to get you back for this." She meant it, even though the lascivious gaze that passed between them told her that he'd struggled to hold himself back. *** "No matter how many times you've watched the race on television, no matter how many laps of Monte Carlo you've raced on your PlayStation; no matter how many pictures of it you've seen, nothing can prepare you for the real life experience." Jordan nodded in agreement as the words spilled from Steve's lips. Monaco was the only place in the world where the race took place on the streets of the city and the atmosphere was charged with electricity. Standing naked under robes, his a white terry-cloth one and hers a powder blue silk wrap, they basked in the sunshine streaming onto their sixth floor balcony which overlooked the first turn at Ste Devote and had a bird's eye view of the steep climb up Beau Rivage. Through the trees they could also see the stretch of track back in front of the harbor from the Nouvelle Chicane to Tabac. Being there and experiencing it with her own eyes added a whole new dimension for Jordan. She felt a surge of excitement course through her. All around them, every balcony and penthouse terrace was alive with figures and the huge temporary grandstands on the seafront were filled to capacity. In case the spectacular views of the track weren't enough, giant screens had been strategically placed for continuous close up action shots of the cars. "My God, this place is incredible," Jordan said as Steve handed her a long slender crystal flute stuffed with small strawberries that had vintage French champagne poured over them. "To a fabulous race, and to a fabulous woman," Steve toasted, touching the rim of his glass to hers. The sound was like the tinkle of a tiny silver bell, crystal meeting crystal amidst the building background din surrounding them. Jordan took a sip, enough to quench her thirst and watched Steve empty his glass in one long, slow swallow. He plucked a strawberry from the glass and brought it to her lips. She felt the succulent flesh ooze luscious sweetness as it burst on her tongue. It was only a casual gesture and yet having him feed the strawberry with its juicy texture to her was deliciously sensual. "Is something wrong?" he asked with the hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. "No. Nothing's wrong. Except..." "Ah, with women there is always an 'except.' Except what, my decadent angel?" "Except, I'm onto you, so don't try and cunt-tease me again." Her smoldering green eyes flashed in a half–seductive, half-serious manner. Steve threw his head back and laughed that wicked laugh that she had come to know so well. The one that had the power to charm and to seduce, but his reply was drowned out in the collective sound of engines firing up for the parade lap. The cars cruised past them in a kaleidoscope of color and from their vantage point looked more like overgrown toys that kids might pedal up and down their neighborhood street rather than the most technically advanced road racing machines on the planet. The race was 78 laps of narrow track squeezed between mountains and sea with tight curves, steep hills and hairpin bends. The cars would have to climb along the sea from the port, pass in front of the casino and race through the commercial district then do a few impressive turns back to the port. Whoever was left in the front at the end would win, but most wouldn't finish. Jordan gulped down some more champagne and watched the large screen with growing anticipation as the cars completed their two mile lap at the port and took their places on the starting grid. "Come on, come on!" She urged under her breath. Steve smiled at her obvious excitement. It was infectious but also very arousing to watch. Her lithe body was tense and straight as she gripped the railing of the balcony. He could see the outline of her nipples pressing against the smooth silk of her robe and her lips were parted in expectation as she waited impatiently for the start. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek lightly. "Good luck baby." She smiled flirtatiously at him, "Thanks, but you know already that my boy is going to win, don't you?" "Yeah, right. You wish," he said giving her ass a playful slap. One light; two lights; three, four ... The revs reached ear splitting levels and then they were racing. Jordan realized she'd been holding her breath and let out a shaky exhale as the cars roared passed them. Surprisingly all twenty made it through the first turn cleanly, but the noise was almost overwhelming. Reverberating sound collected in pockets within the surrounding buildings filling the air with a constant wail as the cars flashed around the track. The sound was briefly muted when the pack screamed through the tunnel at nearly 200 miles per hour, before the noise exploded again into the sunshine. It was a track where overtaking was notoriously difficult and aside for some minor incidents and a couple of backmarker retirements, things remained pretty much the same. That was until just before the second pit stops when two of the drivers in contention crashed into each other and another hit the wall. The accidents were replayed on the screen and the safety car was called out until all the debris was cleared from the track. Jordan sat back on one of the deck chairs on the narrow balcony and sipped her champagne. Her eyes drifted idly to the people on the sand-colored balconies across the way. Most were hanging over the railings watching the cars glide by in their safety procession. Directly opposite, seated alone on a balcony was a man who sipped a glass of wine while reading a newspaper. Jordan laughed. Of all things to be doing out there, reading a newspaper was the last thing she'd have considered. One floor above him, a group of men drinking beer were talking animatedly. She turned to smile at Steve who was stretched out lazily next to her. He gave her a careless once-over, then directed his gaze slowly and deliberately over her breasts to the place where the robe had opened slightly and showed her cleavage. His eyes lingered there for a long moment and then moved up to her face. "I want you." A wild riot of sensation pulsed through Jordan's body at his words. The combination of the afternoon heat, the champagne and the vibrant noisy atmosphere had left her heady with excitement and to her surprise, moist with arousal. But Steve's utterance of that sentence made her shiver with delight. Men had said more romantic things to her, filthier ones too, but those three words, 'I want you,' always got her going. She tried to play it cool though. He'd teased her earlier and now he wasn't getting her that easily. "Later I'll be all yours," she said nonchalantly, "When the race is over. We don't want to miss the end do we?" "Who said anything about missing the end of the race?" he drawled. " I want you while we're watching the race." Jordan giggled. "You're crazy, right?" The roar of engines penetrated the air. The track was clear and the cars were racing at top speeds again. The sun glinted off Steve's dark eyes as he fixed them on her. "I've never been more serious in all my life. I want to fuck you. Here. Now." He moved the terry robe slightly so she could see his erection. His cock jutted angrily from his groin and his hand grazed against it lightly. Jordan could hardly speak. All thoughts of playing it cool had disappeared and a delicious ripple of fear and anticipation rushed through her. Huskiness afflicted her voice. "But everyone will see." "No, they won't," Steve said." They're watching the race." He was slowly fisting his cock. It was out in the open, fully exposed, swollen and full. A tiny drop of moisture glistened at the tip. Jordan's eyes flickered to the building across the way. The man was still absorbed in his newspaper. She got up and leaned against the balcony railing looking around. All the occupants of the other balconies in the vicinity seemed engrossed in the restart of the race and the change in the drivers positions. Steve's chair scraped sharply against the floor as he reached for her from his sitting position. His hands slid up her legs and raised the silky robe over the back of her thighs and ass until it was hiked up around her waist. "I want to drink juice from your cunt," he said. "Spread your legs so I can quench my thirst." "Oh God," she moaned, as adrenaline flooded her body. She widened her stance so that her legs were as wide apart as possible and pushed her ass upwards. Her bottom was high and round and beckoning. It was impossible for Steve to hold back. He caressed the cheeks, separated them and ran a finger tantalizingly between them before leaning in to drag his tongue along the crack. A thrill of indecent excitement shot through Jordan and she let out a low cry at the sensation of his tongue sliding over the puckered ridge of her asshole. She knew she was clean, but still, what he had just done was so filthy and so terribly intimate, more so that she was so vividly exposed in public. Tingles rippled across her skin as her face flushed. The controlled part of her wanted to scream for him to stop, but the other part wanted him to have his way with her completely, totally and without any reservation. As if sensing her thoughts, Steve slid his fingers along her already moist slit and wrenched apart the fleshy, swollen lips of her cunt. His tongue disappeared into her depths like a dagger and all thoughts of resisting left Jordan's mind. Champagne blood rushed through her, concentrating and knotting at the delicious tension he was creating between her legs. His tongue pierced, long and hard, causing her to shiver with delight as he licked and lapped, exploring the deep rose-colored folds, savoring the extraordinary intimacy, it's edges sharpened by danger. The Blue Coast In the background Jordan could still hear the hum of the race, the roars of the engines, the screeching of the brakes and the applause of the crowd but her mind was ablaze with the sensations in her groin. Steve was licking shamelessly from her cunt, eating her from behind, making her leak like a fountain of lust as she dripped over his tongue. A groan caught in her throat as he played with the sensitive knot of her clit. He pushed it out and pressed down on it with his tongue, licking and sucking it before drawing back and dipping his tongue into her slit again to probe. He was rushing nothing; instead he was savoring her hungrily while he drove her insane with feverish desire. Jordan shoved her hips back instinctively and tried to impale herself on his face, desperate for his tongue to penetrate and pleasure her. "Fuck me," she gasped, begging for satisfaction. "God, you look gorgeous," Steve groaned as he continued to devour her. She was pink and soft and so wetly exposed to him that it excited him terribly. He grunted softly in satisfaction as he ate her, totally submerged in the syrupy tang and the heady musky aroma that came from her pussy. It blended with the lingering scents of race fuel and the acrid odor from the brakes that filled the air to somehow create a strange but powerful aphrodisiac for him. Desire and need coursed through Steve like a storm. He stood up and abruptly pushed Jordan forward so she was leaning over the balcony with her hands gripping the rail. "Stay there, don't move," he commanded. She did as she was told but was acutely aware that that the soft belt holding her robe closed had come undone. The late afternoon breeze billowed the light silky fabric away from her body so that the air caressed her fevered skin. An insistent throb had started up in her pussy. Without Steve's tongue and fingers there it felt like a void, achingly, agonizingly empty. Jordan wriggled her ass lewdly like a bitch in heat to provoke and entice him and then felt a wave of embarrassment spike through her. Christ, she was out in the open and behaving like a slut but she seemed unable to stop herself. "Give it to me, Do it! Fuck me," she hissed, frantic with the desire to have him inside her. She felt the hot rush of air from Steve's rapid breathing as he came up behind her. His fingers prowled along her body and dug into the flesh of her hips. She rolled her ass again impatiently and felt the hot sting of his hand as he slapped her buttocks, almost as if he was punishing her for her lascivious provocation. "Hold still," he growled as he snaked an arm tightly around her waist to hold her in place. Jordan balanced precariously on the spiked heels of her shoes as she hung over the balcony railing. Her legs were splayed wide open, her back arched, ass in the air, breasts hanging down. Steve slid the thick engorged head of his cock along the wet crease to her opening. He was rock hard and so hot that his touch against her slipperiness was like a branding iron on her bare flesh. It aroused her to near savagery. She had never been so hot, so sexually hungry and so wanton. She panted with the anticipation of having him inside her. Her eyes rolled upwards for an instant and the group of men on the balcony opposite came into her line of vision. Two of them had binoculars trained directly towards her and Steve. The others were waving excitedly and gesturing rudely. On the balcony below them the man with the newspaper had stopped reading. He was watching avidly. Not the race, she realized but the way she was lewdly exhibited through the wrought iron railings on her balcony. "Steve," she stammered, aware of how terribly exposed she was. "Please let's go inside. They're watching," "So what?" His voice was thick with lust, his excitement palpable. "And besides, you like being watched." Unbridled excitement surged through Jordan. Steve was right. So what? At this point, it didn't really matter to her who watched. All that mattered was the hugeness poling out of Steve's groin and teasing at the lips of her pussy. "Oooh..." she moaned, frantic in her need "Do it now. Yes now, please!" He invaded her with a force that almost knocked the breath from her body and pushed her up tightly against the balcony railing. One moment she was begging and then the next he was deep inside her, stretching her, forcing her open to take the hardness she had been aching for all day. He grabbed her hips in his hands and drew back before plunging deeply into her again surfing on the waves of her lust. "Oh fuck," she gasped as he split her wide open. Stars exploded in her head at the depth of the penetration and the way his big cock head rammed into her core. Her body shook helplessly with the sensation of being so exquisitely speared by his cock. The air rushed from her lungs as she clamped around him locking him in her steamy snugness. Steve looked down at Jordan bent before him and leaned back slightly so he could see the way her smooth pussy gripped his cock as he drove it into her. He pulled it out just letting the tip remain inside. Her cunt was slightly open and gleaming with moisture. She moaned deeply and pushed back onto him hungry for the friction and the roughness of his lust. "Yeah, that's it. Fuck back onto my cock, baby," he rasped groaning at the salacious sight of her pussy lips clinging greedily to his greasy shaft with every outward stroke. She used her cunt to fuck him, squeezing her muscles around him, giving him the most succulent tight sensation as she clung vice-like to his cock and eased on and off again. He moved his hand to cup her breast and he pinched the nipple hard. It caused ripples of pleasure to race up Jordan's spine and explode in her already overloaded brain. The familiar twitches of pleasure started up in the pit of her stomach and her breath came in short, sharp pants synchronized with Steve's quickened thrusts. He was moving faster, deeper, intensifying his rhythm as he felt Jordan's pussy clenching around his cock. She was lost in erotic abandon. The faces watching her became a blur. All she could think about was the mindbending pleasure in her abdomen and the way Steve was buried inside her, driving in and out, in and out. The wet sounds of their fucking blended with the overwhelming noise surrounding them. She cried out wildly as she raced to orgasm, unable to keep her silence any longer as the spasms deep within her tripped over each other in tight convulsions that threatened to strangle him in the pit of her pussy. She shrieked her joy to the crowd as the release in her cunt sent shivers sweeping across her body, reverberating through her limbs, shaking through her core and radiating outwards. It seemed to go on forever. Her quivering walls clutched and squeezed Steve's steely hardness until he reared like an animal. "Oh God! Arrrgh Jordy," he cried as he erupted hotly, ejaculating thick streams of molten warmth deep inside her. He held her tightly as they both struggled for air just as the yachts began to sound their horns with deep, body-shaking tones and the crowds began to cheer as the checkered flag waved. "Jesus, what a finish," Steve gasped. "Who won?" she asked. "Who the fuck cares?" he said with a hoarse laugh. *** Two days later, after the billion-dollar circus that follows the racing teams around the globe had left Monaco, they carved their way back along the rugged coastline towards the Nice Airport. The traffic was light but Steve drove at a leisurely pace so they could enjoy their final views of the breathtaking scenery. "And here to the right, ladies and gentlemen, is a private little rendezvous for wayward cops and wanton women," Steve joked as they passed the part of the road where they'd stopped on their arrival. "Yeah and don't forget to mention a haven for speedsters with voyeuristic and exhibitionistic tendencies," Jordan laughed. "The beautiful Cote D' Azure," Steve chortled. "The Blue Coast. What an appropriate name for this place. We sure turned everything blue didn't we?" Jordan smiled wistfully as the wind blew through her hair. She thought back to the breathless excitement of her Formula One fuck. It had been sexually electrifying, sensually exciting and somehow desperately intimate. It was both scary but utterly beautiful because it had triggered something new in her, a feeling more intense than anything she could ever have imagined possible. Something in her wanted it never to stop, and they hadn't stopped. After some sightseeing the following day they had dropped in at a charming little bistro for a late lunch and Steve had boldly slipped two fingers down the length of her pussy, settled on her sweet spot and pressed against the nub of her clitoris while he discussed the dessert menu at length with the waiter. He'd ordered them a chocolate torte to share and then brought her to a climax between feeding her the cake and fingering her. He'd licked his fingers afterwards with a satisfied grin and told her she was sweeter than any dessert. She shivered at the delicious memory and then recalled the way she had been drawn to the balcony again the evening before they left. As night had fallen, the balconies of Monte Carlo had changed into a thousand squares of twinkling light She had sucked Steve off while he gazed down at the view of the glossy white boats in the harbor with their reflections bouncing off the water. When he had recovered, she'd got him hard again and straddled his cock, riding him to an explosive orgasm while he reclined on a deck chair. They'd heard voices drifting on the breeze and she was sure they'd been seen by hidden voyeurs. "Yes, it was the perfect blue weekend," she replied, deliberately rolling the 'r' in the word, 'perfect.' "And let's not forget that the blue car and the blue team won as predicted," she said smugly. "Don't gloat too much baby," Steve said, suddenly accelerating to show he was back into competitive mode. "The season has a long way to go and you know your boy is going to see his ass soon." "Oh yeah?" Jordan laughed. "Well by my calculations, he's a good twenty points ahead of your boy." "Give it a few races," Steve said contemplatively. "By the time Canada's done and they hit Indianapolis, he'll be lagging behind." He paused for a second. "Wanna bet?" "Indy?" Jordan said softly. Her mind went into overdrive. She'd never been there but had seen the place on television. Large oval track, huge grandstands, big crowds. It wouldn't be easy to fuck there. In fact, it would be downright difficult but not entirely impossible. It would all depend on their positions, the clothes they wore, the- "Not up for the challenge, huh?" Jordan flashed him a smoldering look. "Lay your bet, Mister." "Oh I intend to, baby. I really do." Steve said with an evil laugh as they raced into the sunshine. THE END Thank you for taking the time out to read my story. I hope you enjoyed it and I would appreciate your votes and feedback which I will always reply to if there is an email address. :)