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Avignon - A Hidden History

By: docfantasy



My employer would be sending me to France. It's not that I don't mind the French so much, but I had a rather bad experience there that had left a bad taste in my mouth. In this economy though, I am very thankful that I have the job that allows me the opportunity to do international travel. Let me give you all a little background into why I am being sent to France in the first place. There is a couple that have a rather large collection of items of that belonged to Benjamin Franklin and Thomas Jefferson. They want to make a sizable contribution to the museum for which I work. 

So why would I include this story of acquiring historical pieces in the Sex Story section? The real reason is to come later in the story. If you think that historians are as dry and dusty as the materials they collect, you are seriously mistaken. I was sent with my coworker April, who was tall and thin with shoulder length brown hair and deep blue eyes. We were given plenty of meetings on how this was the most important acquisition that we had had ever gotten, and how we were to be on our best behavior. We were also given the lecture on personal responsibility towards one another. It was the no fraternizing policy lecture. We were supposed to be all business. This is not a pleasure trip in any way, shape or form.

We were whisked away to the airport by a private limo. I thought to myself so much for having no fun. Let the games begin! We were given first class tickets, so we went to the lounge to have some pre flight cocktails. I talked to April to find out that her family had settled in the Dakotas from Montreal. "So, you're part French?" 

"On my mom's side," she said.

"This must be a dream come for you then?"

"Let's hope so," she said with a smile.

We boarded the flight, and we served some excellent drinks before we even got off the ground. We had some time to discuss the details of trip. We also discussed the couple that we were to meet. As the flight progressed, I began to feel the alcohol work it works it magic on me along with the altitude. The dinner was followed by some vintage of wine. I didn't realize how important wine would be on this trip. 

When the trip started out, I was just another foolish academic historian hell-bent on furthering his career at the expense of everything that he held dear. That was until he met his match with April. She was just as equal in her determination to succeed, and this turned me on. Why hold her back? I love a woman with power. I sat looking at her as she slept next to me on the plane looking as helpless as a lamb. I could just eat her up. Maybe I will. Oh, God! I thought. It must be the all the alcohol going through me. About this time I felt the sense of sleep over take me. 

I was awoken in a prone position with a pillow under my head and a blanket under my head. The seats folded back to form a bed. April had awoken to find passed out and taken the time to tuck me in to bed. Bless her heart. Our flight was due to arrive in Paris at 3 PM local time. We were to meet our contact the next day. We could rest and get acclimated to the time change. 

Paris, God I'm in Paris again. The last time I was here was so long ago. I was stationed in the US Air Force in Germany. I had always wanted to go to Paris. I took two years of French in high school. I had a crush on my French teacher. She was short with short dark hair and big dark eyes. She had the sexiest accent I had ever heard in my life. I had made up my mind then and there. If I ever gotten the chance, I am going to Paris. I had a pass for four days. Before I went, my friend had been there and took a photo of a body that had been dragged out of the Seine River. He said that it could have been due to the French Mafia. This did not deter me to sleep with a French woman. While I was there, I went where the Moulin Rogue, was. I got lured in to this club where these two lovely ladies asked that I buy them a drink. I bought them two drinks a piece. The bill came, and it worked out to over $200 in US dollars. I wanted to get fucked, well congratulations; I just got fucked by the mob. I thought about the photo. So instead of fighting it, I paid it off with much regret. They almost took my train ticket, but I wouldn't let them get that. I went into the bathroom to collect my wits. I had just freaked. They took all my money. When I left the place, I went to the Embassy, and I got an emergency loan. I ran into a group of Americans who were heading to Germany later that night. I paid my hotel bill, and got the hell out of there. I have not been back since that weekend.

I could not tell April my tale of almost debauchery, for it may just set her off. Remember, we are supposed to keep this professional. We take a cab from De Gaulle into the city to the Tonic Hotel Paris Louvre where we have two adjoining rooms. This way we can have a large suite yet have our privacy. We had the bellhops bring our bags up to the rooms. I do my usual ritual by taking off my shoes socks and letting my feet breath. I unpack my suitcase and set up my laptop. I send off a message to let them know that we made to Paris in one piece and we are settling in for our task at hand.

After showering up and a change of clothes, I knock on April's door to see how she is doing. It seems that the jet lag did a quite a number on her. She was acting kind of loopy. She had stripped down to her underwear which were white against her tan skin. 

"Are you feeling OK?" I asked.

"Yeah, kinda sorta I guess," she mumbled.

"Did you take anything?"

"I had a couple of bottles out of the mini bar." She said.

There were a couple of empty bottles of wine in the trash. I approached her to see if there was any thing I could to help.

"Hey you're pretty cute," she said. "Come here ya big stud." 

The combination of the wine and jet lag made April horny as ever. Regulations be damned. Let the Good Times Roll. I took her in my arms, and she wrapped her arms around me and she planted the wettest kiss on me. Her tongue began exploring my mouth as she pressed her mouth hard against my lips. I had no choice but to reciprocate. I held her tight in my hands. What seemed like an eternity, she came up for air with the look of hunger in her sapphire eyes. She reach took my hand lead me to the bed shedding her underwear on the way. I lay down besides her breathing in her beauty. My hands found their way to her small but firm breasts. She moaned in pleasure as I gently rubbed her nipples. I took her tits into my mouth and licked and sucked as if I had an Oedipus complex to work through. I licked down her flat stomach to her neatly trimmed pussy. The aroma that escaped was as sweet as cinnamon from a bakery. It had me salivating for more then a taste. 

As I dove in with my tongue a blazing, she had taking my erect cock into her mouth. She was scraping her teeth on the head of my cock as she put it her mouth. She continued to lick up and down the shaft while nibbling on it. I moved her to where she was laying on top of me and she was straddling me face. I licked her as she was the spoon after making cookies. She was a delicious treat to savor every drop. I spent some time probing every nook and cranny of her pussy with my tongue. I also started to use my finely trimmed nails as probes into her pussy. I am rather gifted in the ways of my fingers. I have long thick fingers that give me an advantage to probing the private area. I manage to finger fuck her while rotating my thumb on her clit. April started to cum all over my face as she stroked my cock with her hot mouth. My balls started to tighten up and, I told her I was cumming. I rolled over to fuck her face as I let loose a huge wad into her mouth. She swallowed it up willingly. 

We laid there spent. I gave her a big kiss. April looked liked she need a real good night's rest. We had more travel to do to meet up with our clients. She said that she would rather sleep alone, but she loved our time together. I couldn't ask for anything better at this time. I looked out the window and saw the lights of the city. Paris: the city of Lights, the city of Love. Well, this trip is certainly starting of better than I could have imagined I thought. I asked if I could put in a wake up call for her. She said sure, so I left her with that. I went back to my room. I put in my wake-up call and turned in.

The next morning came with the promise of a new start of a love affair from last night and the excitement of meeting the rich and powerful benefactors. After the morning regiment of talking to the office and emails, I knocked on April's door to see if she is ready for the day. She seemed a little preoccupied. I told her that it is that jet lag. She said "No, it's not that. I think last night might have been a mistake. I get a little carried away when I drink wine." 

"Oh, OK. No Problem." This news kind of hit me hard, but I have to roll with it and not let it get me down. I guess. Hmmm. "Oh yeah, we are need to get going. We are scheduled to take to the train to Avignon. This is where we are to meet the couples that have some very rare items for the museum. I will fill you in on it on the train."

"Fine," She said.

We got a cab at the hotel, but I could feel some hostilities in the air. It was like a bad feeling that hung like smog. I tried to dismiss this as my own side effect of jet lag or the lack of coffee, but when we got into the cab it was bit more pronounced. The silence between us was deafening except for the French radio station that the cabbie had playing as we weaved through the narrow wet streets of the Parisian morning. 

We got to train station with time to spare. I asked April if she wanted anything thing to drink like coffee or tea. She just glared at me and shook her head no. I went to a small stand and ordered a cup of coffee. This was nectar of the gods. It was so strong that it refused to reflect sunlight. I think a long drive in the country is just what she needs to calm down. We had first class tickets so breakfast is included in this trip. I am really hungry since we missed dinner from last night. Yeah, I know I have a girl really upset with me because I took advantage of the situation. It was very pleasurable, but I hope that I am not a selfish pig in this. You know I really don't know what she is feeling, I guess the only thing that I can really do is be supportive as best as I can. 

The train is one of those super fast trains that travel up to 200 miles an hour. I remember taking the train in Germany where you could easily look out the window to see some scenic landscapes unfold outside your window as you pass by. This train is more like a airplane on tracks that rips at high speeds. We settle in to our seats. 

"I am heading to the Dining Car. Would you care to join me?" I said not really expecting an answer.

"That would be nice. My blood sugar is a little low. Besides, I have never been to a Dining Car before." She said.

"Well, it is this way."

We worked our way through the train passing by many different people. You could spot the citizens from the tourists on the train. This activity seemed to brighten April's mood. We got to our table and the menus was all in French. I have a good sense of what I am reading but most of it was educated guess. 

"Do you trust me?"

"After last night? No."

"I meant with the menu."

"Oh, that. Well let me see it."

I gave her the menu, and she poised the same question to me.

"You're not going order something strange like escargot are you?

"Oh, don't be a baby."

"In that case, Yes, I do."

April ordered the most fabulous spread of food that had eggs, cheeses, and sausages with croissants. There was also the most delicious breakfast coffee I had ever had. Our conversation over breakfast was more about the business of the day. 

"Like I said on the flight coming in the contacts names are Francois and his wife Suzette. They own a Chateau outside of Avignon, and they have some personal effects of both Franklin's and Jefferson's when they were ambassadors for the United States back in the late 1700s. They felt it important that our museum have these items. You can thank personally, because thanks to their generous gift, this is why we are able to have the first class accommodations. I had spent some my time in some hell holes getting some important artifacts, but when a chance comes along like this, I am very grateful. Oh, and about last night...."

"Don't worry about it. I just like yanking your chain. You know how bossy I am." Oh yeah that endearing quality. It takes a while to get used to it. It is on to Avignon.

End of part one  

Avignon - A Hidden History Ch. 02



We found our way back to our seats with her playing with me ass the whole length of the train. I was growing quite fond of her as noticed the way the pink silk blouse highlighted her subtle breasts. The hint of the floral bouquet of her perfume wafted towards me as to capture my olfactory senses and send them on overdrive. The gentle swaying of the cabin in its back and forth motion made me think of slow great sex. I looked at my watch. We had about an hour before we would arrive at our destination. I didn't know if this as much of a turn on to April as it was to me, so I took a chance and I said. "You look so lovely this morning. I'm sorry I didn't mention it earlier. I have a strange question to ask. Do you feel the motion of the train?"

"Yeah, I feel it. I like that rocking motion. It is a turn on to me. So what are you going to do about it?" she said coyly.

"Do you want head down to the baggage car with me?"

"OK, lover. Follow me."

So we head down to the baggage car, but because of security reasons, it is off limits. As luck would have it, there is a private compartment that is unoccupied. We waste no time. Our hands are all over each other. She rubs my cock which is getting hard from the excitement. I have my hands working on her tits as we are devouring each ours mouths. She reaches down and unzips my fly and unleashes my manhood. She droops to the floor to take it to her fervent mouth. The rocking of the train and her bobbing on my cock sends me in to a state of pleasure that is really hard to describe. She stands up and hikes her skirt. Much to my surprise, she wasn't wearing any panties. She smiled at me wickedly as she turned around leaned against the glass with her beautiful ass sticking straight out for me to take to new heights. I entered her soaked pussy and stroked her in tuned with the rhythm of the train. 

"Faster! Harder!" She cried out.

I obliged her and picked up the pace where I was slamming her hard. I felt her tighten up as her back arched up. 

'Oh, God! I'm cumming!" 

I pulled out and had her drop to her knees with her mouth open. I finished up by cumming in her mouth. She took the creamy load willing. She then got up and gave me a big kiss where I could taste my own semen on her lips.

"Thank you, my lover, I needed that so badly.'

"Thank you Sweetheart." I gave her another kiss. 

We got our stuff together and made our way back to seats. The train was about ten minutes out when it started to decelerate. Looking out the windows was better now. The scenery was truly breathtaking. I can see why someone would have a large estate in this part of the country. As the train pulls into the station, I call the phone number that I was given for the contact. The person I talked with said that they would be sending a car to pick us up in half an hour. We get off the train and gather our belongings. The old world charm of Avignon has started to cast its spell on me. I see all the various people going to and fro as they live their daily lives. It always astounds me to see that no matter the difference in language, life goes on around. 

April and I work our way to front of the station. The city opens out with the river on one side and the winding roads that inlay the city from a main market. There were a few people hanging out in front of the station with us. There was a young Turkish guy who kept asking me if I wanted to buy some hashish. Nearby the station, I noticed some porno shops. 

"What do you think? Think we have time?" I said curiously.

"Hey, remember why we are here," she said firmly. "But maybe when we leave, we can."

In due time, a long black sleek Rolls Royce glides up to where we are sitting. A very beautiful and exotic Vietnamese woman exited the vehicle 

"Mousier and Mademoiselle? You must be from the museum? My master is expecting you.'

"Merci," I said. This must be a ride. I brought our bags over to the very fine ride. What I imagined as delicate features were quickly dismissed as her strong arms manhandled to bags into the massive trunk. She held the door for us I let April slide in to the expanse of the classic ride. I followed, and then I found myself sitting on a cushion of velvet. We were whisked in to the winding streets. 

As we drove through the back roads of the French countryside, I couldn't help but think what was waiting for us when we arrived. There were rows and rows of vineyards as we climbed the steep roads to the chateau. We came to the entrance which had a old brick gate and wooden doors. As we crossed the threshold, I could see that centuries old structure that loomed over the landscape. There were lavish gardens that surrounded the property with marble fountains. The car pulled in front of the fantastic structure. We were greeted by our hosts.

I have to tell you about our hosts. Francois was around 50 years old and came from old money. His family owned a private winery and had been involved in the political scene for several centuries. His family was very luck to have survived the French Revolution. They also had owned a plantation in Vietnam, but due to the war, they had to abandon that venture. His connection to American foreign policy had everything to do with his wealth. He had built an Olympic sized swimming pool that he used everyday to keep in great shape. He had dark hair except for the patches of Grey. His wife said that she likes the Grey. It makes him look very distinguished.

Suzette was a stunner to say the least. She had an air of sophistication that is synonymous with the French upper crust. Her pedigree was something of a mystery. She had come from the finest family in Southern France that had old money as well. Her family had close ties to early America, but I guess that is why we are here. Her features are of a slender blond with perky firm breasts and a firm ass, she is around 36 years old and holding her age rather well by playing tennis and horseback riding. 

"Welcome To Chateau D'Arcy. I am so glad that you two could make to my humble home. I have so much to share with you. You will be glad you have come. First off, you need to settle in and then we can get started. Charles will show you to your room." Francois said in a very sexy French accent.

We were to share just the one room for the both of us? This is going to be very interesting I thought. I looked at the size of the place. I figured that he must have at least 21 bedrooms. I looked at April to gauge her reaction. She was just fine with it. So I relaxed and I went with it. We were led into the colossal edifice of opulence. I thought that our museum had an impressive collection of armor but as we turned the corner, there were at least 50 suits on each side of the hallway. Charles led us to a spacious room that overlooks the gardens and the marble fountain. 

"If you get lost, remember the armor. We call this the Armory wing."

"Thank you. I'm glad for that info. I'm sure we will need it."

The bedroom had a large four poster bed, with a large armor. Across from the bed, there was a small fire going in the fireplace that warmed the room. On the side table next to bed was a note that was left by Charles. The note read:

"Welcome to my home. You both are my special guests. In your honor, I have invited some of my closest friends to come and welcome you here. In the meantime, relax and enjoy all the amenities. We will have a formal dinner. Cocktails will be at 4 PM and Dinner at 6. Please bring your appetite. My chef has prepared a special feast in your honor. If you want to try the wine before then, let Charles know. He will see to your every need."

Since it was still early in the day, I thought a stroll around the grounds would be just the thing to settle me to this wonderful place. April was agreeable to this. There was a call button that summoned Charles. We told him of our plan. He told us the shortest direction to get to gardens. We strolled through the house admiring as always the incredible collection of art that hung on the wall. There were plenty of original paintings from many of the finest painters. Many curators would just die to get their hands of such a collection. As we made it down to exit that led to the gardens, there was a basket with a several bottles of the house vintage wine, cheeses and fresh baked bread. Along with this was a blanket.

"It looks like they thought of everything for a romantic afternoon." I said smiling.

"Wow, that looks like great wine. Let's go see what the garden has to offer." She said giddily.

So off to explore the lush green garden we went. We found a lovely spot that was not to far from the loveliest roses that I had ever seen. We didn't want to be to close on account of all the natural fertilizer that was put on them. The roses were smelling so sweet, but underneath this was that certain smell that come from what it takes to grow award winning flowers. We decide on another location that was more advantageous. It took in the beauty of the valley of the garden and the rolling hills of the vineyards of the far off hills. We laid out the blanket under a warm sky of blue. We chatted about how all fantastic this trip has been. How lucky can we both be to be here in Southern France on the estate of a very wealthy couple? The wine that we drank was so excellent. I have to commend Francois on the vintage of the wine.

The wine was doing its weaving its enchantment for April was becoming very frisky with me. She kissed me with her tongue was outlining my lips before entering my mouth. She broke free from her kiss to remove her top,

"I'm so hot. I am burning. I'm burning for you. Take me. Take me now!" 

"Yes, Yes. Yes," I said as I too was feeling the effect of the wine. I sucked on her breast while I plunged a hand down to her pussy. I had my fingers sliding to her very wet pussy as I sucked on her nipples. 

"Give me your big hard cock," she moaned. I pulled off my shorts and give her my cock. She pulled off her little shorts and spread her legs wide open. I felt beads of sweat gather on my forehead as I entered he tight pussy. I had her fucking me like crazy. The sensation of the warmth of the sun, the light breeze that breathed perfumed air, and the slick feeling of April's tight pussy was a heavenly sensation. I gathered her in my arms and had her ride my cock. She pinned my arms down on the ground as her hips pounded me. She was determined to fuck me but good. She started to come hard as she rode me .harder. 

"Cum for me, stud." She cried out. I felt my balls tighten up and I let go a huge stream in to her pussy. She rolled off of me in a sweaty heap. "God was that great." I couldn't agree more. We held each other as we laid in each others arms for what seemed the longest time.

"That wine is just a killer." she smiled. 

"Yeah, but that is the way to go."

End of Part Two