4 comments/ 23896 views/ 18 favorites A Very French Connection By: AdamZasse By Evie Lyn and Adam Zasse To the best of our knowledge this story it true. Karen Cassidy herself told us the story and offered her personal insights. We spoke to Celestine Lunete by telephone and confirmed the details. Karen and Celestine live together in Toulon. The authors welcome your comments. We will pass on comments, questions and messages to Karen and Celestine. Toulon is a mid size city in the south of France on the Mediterranean coast It is west of Cannes, Nice and Monaco. It is situated on one of the best a natural anchorage in the area. The harbor water is very calm due to the protection of the Saint Mandrier peninsula. Toulon is a major naval base and home to the French Mediterranean fleet. Mount Faron is located north of the city and offers a spectacular view of the city and harbor. The road to the top is impressive, as are the cable cars. Clyde Bennett Ltd is a research company based in London England, with branch offices throughout Europe and two cities in the United States. The Toulon office is on rue Adolphe Guiol. C.B.Ltd. in Toulon is contracted to the French government to provide research and analysis of materials and facilities used by the French navy. The offices are staffed primarily with men. Most are British specialists and support personnel. There are also two American analysts, and one French researcher, all women, working on the current projects. I filled out the application just like most of the employees in the Atlanta office. There have been other openings from time to time and it was almost a routine to take a chance. I was surprised when I was called into the director's office for an interview. I was even more surprised a day later when I was given a plane ticket to London for a second interview at the main officers. The flight was uneventful, the interview was anything but. Two of the managers, a lady from public relations and a lady from human resources took turns grilling me. I've had more pleasant experiences. They went over my application and resume line by line. They questioned my education (I have a BS in Environmental Science and a MS in Predictive Analytics. They asked about my social activities (I'm single), and about the responses from my references. The interview lasted several hours and I was quite exhausted when they finally let me leave. The site manager gave me the 'we'll let you know' speech and had a car drive me back to Heathrow. Why, oh why did I ever think working for the Brits was going to be easy? But life has a way of guiding your destiny I guess. It was almost two weeks before I was called into the director's office again back home in Atlanta. "I'm sorry to have to do this Miss Cassidy. You've been an asset and speaking for the entire staff, we're going to miss you." Director Philip Clark said as he handed me a large sealed packet. "Am I being let go?" I asked. "In a manner of speaking, yes." The director said. "Inside your packet you will find a travel voucher which should tide you over for a few weeks. There is also an open ended British Airways ticket. You'll have to change planes at Heathrow but it's only an hour or so delay. The rest of the material is background on your new assignment. By the way, how's your French." He said smiling. "My French?" I asked. "You're going to Toulon. You got the job." The director said, smiling broadly. "HR will help you with your apartment here and find something temporary for you in Toulon until you can find a place and get settled. We'll ship any of your things that you want to take with you." The next few days practically flew by. I had to sublet my apartment and put most of my things in storage. I packed what I needed and shipped several cartons to the offices in Toulon. The flight to Heathrow was pleasant enough, but the connecting flights to Orly and then to Hyeres in Toulon were late, bumpy and in one instance, rude. I'll have to get used to the French. I was met at the airport and driven to the offices which turned out to be a modern three story complex east of the harbor. The District Manager, John Quince, showed me around and introduced me to more people than I could remember. My office was, unfortunately near the back of the second floor. The view of Mount Faron was interesting, but only from the front offices. I was close to the elevator to the basement where the labs were, so that was convenient. The only other American woman in the office was Diana Martin. She was more an office manager and 'house mother' than a researcher. Diana was in her late fifties. She took time to walk with me the several short blocks to the apartment that HR had arranged for me. It was actually pretty nice and I eventually wound up leasing it instead of looking for some place else. My first day working I started a project that kept me going from my computer down to the lab several times. By the end of that first day I was tired. I was still trying to adjust to the different time zone. I was just getting ready to head back to my apartment when Celestine Lunete came into my office. She brought me a cup of tea and sat down across from my desk. Celestine was the only French woman in the office. As tired as I was, I accepted the tea politely and sat back down. Celestine spoke English with a slight accent, but I easily understood. Which was lucky for me because I'm afraid that my high school French failed me miserably. We chatted for a few minutes about nothing in particular and she stood up to leave. Celestine stopped at my office door and turned. "I am bi lingual." She stated flatly. "Yes I know, you speak English very well." I answered. Celestine got a puzzled look on her face, as if she didn't understand my response. She took the few steps back to my office and came around the corner of the desk. She looked me straight in the eyes and smiled. "I am bi lingual. My tongue works as well on men as it does on women." She said very softly, almost a whisper. When I didn't say anything, Celestine leaned towards me and kissed me lightly on the cheek and left. Now I know the French are big on the cheek kissing thing as a greeting or to say good bye, but. Back in the US, saying things like that, to a relative stranger, could get you in trouble. The Brits are about the same, maybe more so, with sexual harassment. I don't know about the French, but they are a lot more open about things like that. If I had to describe Celestine, the word that comes to mind is statuesque. She reminds me of Sophia Loren in the movies from the sixties. Tall, at least taller than my 5'8", with jet black shoulder length hair. Above average breasts and strong, well formed legs. She was very attractive, if you liked that type. I'm quite sure the men in the office liked seeing her. But why had she said what she did? I have never been interested in other women, at least sexually. Well, there was that one weekend in college years ago, but my roommate and I were both drunk. Why me? That night in my cozy little apartment, I finished dinner and turned on the TV. The building had a sat/dish and quite a few channels were in English. I relaxed and ran through the day's events in my mind. I kept coming back to Celestine. I remember thinking that my new job was going to be very interesting. Most of that week I only saw Celestine briefly. I spent a lot of time in the lab finishing my current project. Friday evening I was rewriting a closing report when Celestine brought me another cup of tea. "I am free tomorrow if you would let me show you around." Celestine said. "Perhaps breakfast and a walk?" "That would be nice." I said, between sips of tea. I had wanted to 'see the sights' as they say, and, what the hell. It might be fun. Besides, now I was curious. Why did Celestine say what she did? She doesn't know anything about me. But now I wanted to know more about her. The analyst in me had questions. So, we made arrangements to meet at a small café near my apartment the next morning. I was working on my second cup of coffee the next morning when Celestine walked up to the small outdoor table where I was sitting. I don't think I'll ever get used to the way the French make coffee. Did I say Celestine walked, it was more like she floated? Every man close enough to see her stopped talking and watched. She was dressed casually, low-heeled shoes, light, mid calf, wraparound dress, and a sleeveless tunic, belted at the waist. Her hair was loose and framed her face like a silken black cloud. There was nothing sexual or provocative about what she wore or how she wore it. But...I didn't get a single look once Celestine breezed over to the table, and I've been told that even at 36 years old, I'm still attractive. Celestine gave me a quick light kiss on both cheeks and called me 'Cheri'. I suppose I'll have to get used to that. We order breakfast, tea and some kind of sweet biscuits. Not the eggs and pancakes I was hoping for, but that's the French for you. After breakfast, Celestine took me on a tour of the area. We stopped in a few quaint shops and I found a market not too far from my apartment. And while we walked, we talked. I learned that Celestine was 27 years old, an only child raised by her grandparents. At work she was a researcher but she admitted that most of what she did was shuffle paperwork, run errands and occasionally act as an interpreter. She was well aware of the effect she could have on the men in the office and understood that it was probably the main reason she got the job. In the 'whatever will be will be' attitude of the French, she goes happily about her job. Os so I thought at the time. It was a pleasant morning. Celestine walked with me back to my apartment, and at the door she stepped closer, I assumed to do the cheek-kissing thing again. Instead, she looked me right in the eyes, and very slowly moved her head until our lips were barely touching. I just stood there. I should have stepped away or moved, or done something. But I didn't. I let her kiss me. I still don't know why. It was a lingering kiss, but not particularly passionate. When I didn't object, she must have assumed it was ok. It was over quickly. Celestine pulled back and smiled. She didn't say a word. She just started to walk away. She stopped once to look over her shoulder at me and waved. I just stood there. When I entered my apartment, I flopped into one the large over-stuffed sofa by the window. What the hell did I just do? I didn't want an office romance, especially with another woman. I was never attracted to other woman. My only experience at college was more a spontaneous dare than a sexual encounter. And I was drunk. So why the hell was I sitting here smiling? The next day, Sunday, I went back to the little market that Celestine showed me and stocked up the small refrigerator in my apartment. I did a basket of laundry, washed my hair and took a nap. I think I finally got my body switched from Atlanta to Toulon time. I honestly tried to forget about Celestine's kiss, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. I put on my 'analyst hat' and worked the problem with patience and logic. Was it that I hadn't been in a relationship in a while? Was it just being in France? Or was it Celestine's perfume and soft lips? The answer was obvious. Concentrate on work and move on. It was just one of those things. Let it go. Right? Bright and early Monday morning I sat down at my desk to start a new project. The data was on my desk and in the lab. I really was busy that morning. It wasn't until sometime in the afternoon that I had time to take a break and have a bite of lunch. And Celestine wasn't in the office. For some reason that bothered me. I didn't really want to see her, but she should have been there. And damn it, I did want to see her. The next few days were productive and frustrating. I finished my latest project ahead of schedule but I didn't feel close enough to anyone in the office to just chat with. Where the hell was Celestine? And more importantly, why did I care? It wasn't until the middle of the day on Friday that I was able to answer those questions. I was concentrating on a lab report that wasn't making sense when I looked up to see Celestine standing in my doorway with a cup of tea. "Hello Cheri, I brought you a cup of tea." She said. "Where have you been?" I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Why, did you miss me?" Celestine said. "No, of course not. I missed the tea." I said, fumbling over my words, and reaching for the cup she offered. "I see." Celestine said softly. "Then you wouldn't be interested in shopping or sightseeing again this weekend. "What did you have in mind?" I said, getting my voice back under control. "I have a car. We could drive up to the top of Mount Faron or go to the beach. I know a place that isn't too crowded." She offered. "It would be nice to do something different. I think I would enjoy spending the day with you." I said. For some reason I smiled and tried to hide it behind the cup of tea. "Merveilleux" (wonderful), Celestine said. "I will call for you in the morning." Celestine stopped in my office doorway and turned. She smiled and blew me a kiss. I made it a point to ask her in the morning what she meant by that. I intended to ask her more than that. Including the 'bilingual' comment from that first day. To be honest, I remember not sleeping too well that night. I needed to clear my head, stop what was happening, and move on. So why did it bother me that I didn't see Celestine all that week? Why did I keep reliving that kiss? The next morning I watched through my window as Celestine parked her small car in from of my apartment and walked up to the door. When she rang the bell, I buzzed her in and opened my door. Celestine walked up the stairs and we did the cheek-kissing thing. She wore a summery dress and sandals, her hair tied back. When I closed the door, intending to get a few answers before we left, Celestine waited. When I turned around, she placed her hands on each side of my face and tenderly kissed me. I wasn't expecting that. I wasn't expecting to open my mouth and feel her tongue darting inside. I wasn't expecting to exercise my own tongue that way either. But I knew that from that moment on my life was going to be different. Somehow we managed to get to the sofa and sit down. "Celestine." I started to say. "Hush Cheri." She said, placing her finger across my lips. "Let me talk." "I have been thinking about you for weeks. Ever since I saw your note that first day. I have hoped that someone would arrive that shared my curiosity. I am not disappointed." Celestine said. "Wait!" What note are you talking about?" I asked. "The note you wrote to me. I found it taped to your office door." Celestine said. "I didn't leave a note for you." I said, even more confused about what just happened. "I do not understand. Your note said that you wanted to know me better and perhaps become close." Celestine said, her voice now sounding odd. Something caused me to reach out and take Celestine's hands in mine. I spoke slowly and quietly, telling her that I did not leave any such note. That evidently someone in the office played a prank, a cruel joke. Celestine started to cry. She pulled her hands away and covered her face. "I am so embarrassed." She said, trying to wipe tears from her eyes. "Don't be. I enjoyed your kiss and I would like to get to know." I offered. It seemed like the right thing to say at that moment. "Those men are beasts. I know what they think of me. I know how they look at me." She said. "Then why do you stay?" I asked. "The money is good, better than many jobs here. The work is not hard and sometimes, like this last week, I am sent to places I would probably not go on my own." Celestine said. "Celestine, let me confess something to you." I said. "I was very surprised with what you said that first day, about being bilingual. I was even more surprised when you kissed me. I am not attracted to other women. But last week when you weren't in the office, I did missed seeing you. I don't know why, but I did. And when you kissed me a moment ago, I responded. I don't know why I did that either. But I do know two things." "And what is that?" Celestine said, looking down at her hands now on her lap. "I know that I want to kiss you again." I said, lifting her chin with my fingers. "And I know that I don't want you to leave." Celestine smiled. We hugged and talked for most of the morning. I made tea and yes, I did kiss her again. I found out that she was an only child. She was single and unmarried. She was bright and intelligent but never went past primary school. She was flattered when she applied at Clyde Bennett Ltd and they offered her a job. But she was also smart enough to realize that her good looks actually got her the job. But like she told me, the money was good so she put up with the occasional comments and the stares from the men in the office. It was late in the afternoon that Celestine stood up to leave. I think it was at that moment that I made up my mind. I couldn't let her leave. "Celestine." I said. "Would you like to stay here with me tonight?" "Are you sure Cheri?" She asked. "Only if you call me Karen." I said, laughing. Yes I know. I surrendered to the moment. But seeing Celestine standing there, ready to leave her cheeks still red and puffy from crying. I couldn't help myself. The next thing I knew, she was hugging me and doing the cheek-kissing thing again. I finally got her calmed down enough to look into her eyes. Her pale blue eyes. She was crying again, but I think they were happy tears. I wiped the tears away with my finger and raised my lips to hers and we kissed. This time there was no mistaking either of our intentions. We stood there, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths. I felt Celestine's hands on my hips, pulling me closer. I heard her moan softly, deep in her throat when I reached up to touch the sides of her breasts. Even through her clothes and bra, they felt soft, heavy and full. We eventually broke apart from that kiss. I took Celestine's hand and led her back to the sofa. The late afternoon light was flooding my tidy living room, through the window, with golden light. I reached trembling hands up to the top of Celestine's dress. Yes, I'll admit my hands were shaking. I think my whole body was shaking. I've never tried to undress another woman, but I had to see what her breasts looked like. Celestine dropped her hands and let me unbutton her dress. I remember looking up to see her smiling at me. I managed to get all the buttons. I lifted the edges of her dress and pulled them to the sides. I think my heart skipped a beat or two. Celestine's large breasts were nestled snuggly into a sheer cupped bra. The material was so thin it couldn't have provided much support. I had to look twice to see her nipples. The areolas were large and almost the same color as the rest of her skin, a light golden tan. I extended a finger to touch first one, and then the other through the thin material of the bra. While I watched, they seemed to grow and darken until they turned brownish pink. I was almost in a trance, staring at those beautiful globes, so different from my smaller, firmer breasts. Celestine slipped her dress off of her shoulders and reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. Free of the constraining bra, her breasts sagged a little from their own weight. When she reached up and pulled my head down on her breasts, I didn't hesitate to start suckling. It just seemed so natural to take one those nipples into my mouth. Celestine leaned back against the sofa and pulled me down on top of her. I started to massage her breasts without releasing her nipple. I couldn't believe how incredibly soft and resilient they were, like little pillows. I remember feeling Celestine trying to pull my shirt off so I reluctantly pushing myself up. Celestine was lying there, smiling at me. I quickly pulled off my shirt and bra. I think we both wanted to feel skin on skin. I leaned back down and accepted another fantastic kiss and when our breasts touched for that first time, I felt like an electric shock coursed through my body. My nipples hardened into stiff nubs almost immediately. A Very French Connection Ch. 02 To the best of our knowledge this story it true. Karen Cassidy herself told us the story and offered her personal insights. We spoke to Celestine Lunete by telephone and confirmed the details. Karen and Celestine live together in Toulon. The authors welcome your comments. We will pass on comments, questions and messages to Karen and Celestine. Toulon is a mid size city in the south of France on the Mediterranean coast It is west of Cannes, Nice and Monaco. It is situated on one of the best a natural anchorage in the area. The harbor water is very calm due to the protection of the Saint Mandrier peninsula. Toulon is a major naval base and home to the French Mediterranean fleet. Mount Faron is located north of the city and offers a spectacular view of the city and harbor. The road to the top is impressive, as are the cable cars. Clyde Bennett Ltd is a research company based in London England, with branch offices throughout Europe and two cities in the United States. The Toulon office is on rue Adolphe Guiol. C.B.Ltd. in Toulon is contracted to the French government to provide research and analysis of materials and facilities used by the French navy. The offices are staffed primarily with men. Most are British specialists and support personnel. There are also two American analysts, and one French researcher, all women, working on the current projects. In Part One of this story Karen Cassidy and Celestine 'CeeCee' Lunete, both employees of Clyde Bennett Ltd in Toulon France, found a mutual attraction to each other and took the first exciting steps in their new relationship. Our first stop after breakfast that morning was the view from the top of Mount Faron. I had wanted to go, but I never had the oportunity. It is a very good thing that CeeCee's car was a small one. The road to the top was twisty and mostly only one lane. It was well paved but in places the road was very close to the edge which was a little scary. The ride itself was an adventure, both going up and coming down. The view from the top was spectacular. The city and the harbor beyond and the blue waters of the Mediterranean made it a beautiful vista. We sat on a bench holding hands and watched as a cruise ship came into port. There were several other people in the small park at the top. Not one person reacted in any way to us holding hands. I think if CeeCee hadn't needed both hands to drive, she would have held my hand in the car. I did see one older gentleman smile when I leaned my head back so that CeeCee could kiss me. Holding hands and kissing another woman in public. What has happened to me? It was just past noon when we drove back towards the city. On the way we found a roadside market and purchased fresh bread, a wedge of cheese, bottled water and several apples. CeeCee drove down streets whose names I couldn't pronounce and we eventually stopped at a small park west of the harbor. CeeCee wrapped our food in a light blanket that she had in the car and we walked down a narrow path into a small cove near the water. There were only two or three other people sitting on the course sand. CeeCee found a spot as far from the others as possible and spread out our lunch. We sat on the blanket, ate, and enjoyed the view and gentle sea breeze. I didn't think anything of it when CeeCee stood up and stretched. But when she unbuttoned her dress and took it off I got just a little concerned. As I watched, not quite believing what I was seeing, she took off her bra and slipped out of her panties. She stretched again and then laid down on the blanket. I looked at the other people on the beach who were ignoring us, and then I looked back at CeeCee. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice catching in my throat. "I am enjoying the sun." She said, very casually as if being naked in public didn't matter to her. "But, but, what if someone sees you?" I asked, looking around again. "Relax Cheri, this is France." She said, and I saw her close her eyes. I looked around again nervously and when nothing happened, I settled down next to CeeCee, propped up on an elbow. When I turned my attention back to CeeCee I saw her in a different light (no pun intended). In the bright sunlight I noticed what I hadn't seen back in my apartment. Her breasts flattened a little because she was lying on her back. In that position, her nipples were pointed straight up. There was a slight bulge to her tummy, which for some reason I found incredibly sexy, and a more pronounced pussy mound. And, she wasn't clean-shaven like I thought. Her mound was covered with very tiny, almost invisible hairs. Like fuzz on a peach. I couldn't resist temptation. I reached out as gently as I could, and petted that mound. I heard CeeCee moan as I moved my hand. I took another quick look over my shoulder and when I looked back down, CeeCee had moved her legs apart. An invitation? This was crazy. I couldn't do this. Not here. Not in public. So why did I see my hand start to massage that intoxicating mound? I moved my finger lightly down her pussy slit, rubbing the tender inner lips. CeeCee moaned again and I watched as her pussy lips puffed up and turned pink. It was incredible to see. Knowing I caused that reaction both excited and scared me. I looked around again. "Please." CeeCee said in an almost pleading voice. "But someone might see." I said, not believing what I was about to do. "Please." CeeCee repeated. I was not going to do this. It was insane. But when CeeCee opened her eyes and looked at me. She asked me again, this time with just her eyes. I moved down between her legs. I couldn't say no to those pale blue eyes. CeeCee lifted her knees and moved her legs further apart. When I pushed my face into her pussy, I think she moaned again but I couldn't be sure. She pressed her thighs around my head, holding it in place. The only thing I could do was lick. Somehow I managed to get my hands under her ass, which raised it a little off the blanket. I licked from her clit to her ass. Between her natural wetness and my licking, she was soaked. I sucked in everything I could and when I felt her squeeze my head harder, I concentrated on her clit. I got it between my lips and pressed down trying to get as much of it as possible into my mouth. I massaged it with my tongue and pulled it with my teeth without actually biting down. When CeeCee stiffened I held the base of her clitty with my teeth and I flicked the tip with my tongue. My efforts were rewarded with another mouthful of musky, slightly salty fluid. More than I could swallow this time. It splashed on my nose and cheeks and dripped down my chin when I lifted my head. When I sat back and lifted my hand to wipe my face, CeeCee stopped me. She sat up in front of me and cleaned my face with her tongue. Somehow that tongue would up in my mouth. I forgot about the other people on the beach. I forget about everything except the woman sitting in front of me. When we finally sat back, I had my hands under CeeCee's breasts, holding them up. I don't ever remember touching them. CeeCee put her hands under mine and together we squeezed her heavy breasts. While CeeCee was getting dressed, she told me that next time I should get undressed too. Right, that day will never come. What we just did was crazy. Exciting, but still crazy. Making love in public with both of us naked, I don't think so. It was getting on towards evening when CeeCee stopped the car in front of my apartment. "Cheri, I will see you at work in the morning. Remember our secret." CeeCee said. "I could make dinner." I offered, hopping she would come up stairs. "Thank you, but I need another shower and fresh clothes. And I need to visit with my grandmere (grandmother). She is getting old and she likes to talk." Celestine said. "Of course." I'm afraid I am being selfish, occupying all your time." I said. "I will ask grandmere. Perhaps you could meet her. I could make dinner for the three of us." She said. "I would like that." I said. "Bonsoir Cheri." Until tomorrow." CeeCee said as she leaned closer in the car. She didn't have to lean too far in the small car. We kissed each other lightly on the lips, and I got out of the car. Upstairs, I flopped down on the sofa by the window. The apartment was warm so I opened the window. The breeze felt cool. I pulled off my blouse and ran my hands across my stomach. And then up to my beasts, The front closure bra I had on was soon lying on the floor. I fondled my breasts and toyed with my nipples. I hadn't done that in quite a while. But Celestine was changing my life. I thought about her, stretched out on the course sand by the beach. I thought about her beautiful breasts, naked in the sunshine, as I played with my own breasts. I remember thinking that I was developing some serious feelings for CeeCee. I hoped I wasn't being a fool. When I stood up, I slipped off my shorts and panties. Totally out of character, I stepped in front of the window and let the cool evening breeze caress my body. If anyone looked up to see me, at that moment, I didn't care. I picked up my clothes, tossed them in the hamper and took a hot shower. Clean again, I slipped on a robe and made myself dinner. When I finally crawled into bed, I thought about the view from Mount Faron, the secluded beach cove and Celestine. I fell asleep with her scent lingering on my pillow. Isabella Morel took over the responsibility of raising Celestine when both of her parents died suddenly. Celestine was just 10 years old when she went to live with her grandmere. Now 71 years old, Isabella was still the family matriarch. Still worrying about and taking care of Celestine. She was sitting in her favorite chair on the balcony, when Celestine arrived back home. "Avez-vous Eu une belle journee?" Isabella asked, her grand daughter. "Yes grandmere, I did. I had a wonderful day." CeeCee said, kneeling in front of Isabella and taking her hand. "Nous sommes vous avec cette femme?" She asked. "Yes grandmere, I was with Karen." Celestine said. " I invited her to dinner and to meet you this weekend, so speak English. Do not embarrass me. You speak English almost as well as I do and Karen speaks very little French." "As you wish. Do you care for this Karen?" Isabella asked, smiling down at her grand daughter. "Yes I do. I care for her very much. She has brightened my life." Celestine said. "Then I will like her also, I am sure." Isabella said. "Have you, ah, been together?" Isabella asked. "Such a thing to ask." Celestine said, putting her hand in front of her mouth, pretending to be offended. "So you have been together." Isabella smiled, and she too put her hand in front of her mouth. "You are terrible." Celestine said laughing. "Come inside and I will make dinner." The two women, arms around each other, walked back into the house. The next week was fairly normal at work. I finished a final report on the project I was working on and started two new ones. The office manager, Diane, and I went down to the naval base to pick up some samples, which was new for me. Diane told me there was a small research lab east of the base where materials could be immersed in seawater of various dilutions and promised to take me there one day. Back in the office, Celestine and I were careful to keep everything business-like. We had tea in the afternoon, which was becoming a pleasant routine. Only one or two of the men even bothered to look up when we sat down in the lunchroom. Thursday morning when I walked up to my office, I saw a note taped to the door. I got a cup of coffee and sat down at my desk. The note was an anonymous warning to be careful of Celestine. It said that she had been seen near the naval base with several sailors. I read it twice. The second time I looked over the top of the page to see if anyone was watching. I saw two men staring in my direction. I got up and walked over to the shredder. I shredded a blank sheet and put the note in my pocket. I trusted Celestine and I knew the note was a lie. The only other person I trusted was back in the States. Later in the day I went down to the lab to run a few tests. While down there, I took a picture of the note and emailed it along with a brief outline of what has been happening to Celestine to Philip Clark, the director back in Atlanta. Saturday afternoon, CeeCee picked me up in her little car and we drove through town. To the west of the city, just off Route A50, we turned onto a small road. After several minutes we came to an old stone villa. CeeCee sat in the care, watching the road behind us for several minutes. "Is this where you live?" I asked. "Yes. Grandmere and I. I try to be careful so that those at work do not know." She said. As we walked up the path, I could see someone waiting on the low balcony. The villa was old but well kept. "You must be Karen." Isabella Morel said as she extended her hands. "And you must be Celestine's grandmother. I am very pleased to meet you." I said. "Come inside, it is getting cool." Isabella said as she gestured towards the heavy double doors. The evening was wonderful. I found out that Celestine is a very good cook. I learned about the tragic accident that Celestine's mother and father were involved in and how Isabella moved from nearby Sanary sur Mer to care for the ten year old Celestine. The villa was part of Celestine's father's estate. Keeping her in familiar surrounding and her school seemed the best way to deal with the unfortunate circumstances. As she grew, Isabella insisted that she learn English, and when old enough, to attend classes at University of Nice Sophia Antipolis. She did not finish her studies when Isabella became ill. Celestine returned to Toulon to be near her. Isabella improved and Celestine was hired at Clyde Bennett. About eight o'clock that evening, Isabella asked Celestine to make tea. When she left, Isabella moved next to me and spoke softly. "Do you like it here in France?" Isabella said. "Yes I do, except for a few of the men at work, everyone has been very nice." I said. "And do you like your job." Isabella continued. "Oh yes. It is what I went to school for. It is like solving mysteries." I said. "Do you love ma petite fille, my grand daughter?" Isabella asked as she reached out to take my hands in hers. " I, I think I do." I said, caught a little off guard by the question. Isabella smiled and looked up, over my shoulder. Celestine was standing in the doorway with a tea tray in her hands. "Is that true? That you say you love me?" Celestine said, her voice wavering. "Yes. I didn't realize that until just now, but yes, I think I do love you." I said as I stood up. "Oh Cheri." Celestine said as she walked back to the small settee where I was standing. Celestine put the tea tray down and when she looked up, there were tears in her eyes. She looked at Isabella who was sitting quietly and then at me. Then there were several minutes of cheek kissing and hugging. Isabella just sat there, watching us and smiling. The next hour or so the three of us chatted about everything. About nine o'clock, Isabella excused herself and went into her room. Celestine waited for a moment, then took my hand and led me to her room. CeeCee's bedroom was almost as large as my entire apartment. Large sliding doors opened onto a small balcony, where we sat on an oversized wicker lounger. The cushions were soft, the breeze was warm and CeeCee's lips were very inviting. "Your grandmother might hear." I started to protest. "She knows." CeeCee said in my ear, between kisses. I surrendered. I let CeeCee carefully undress me. As I stretched out on the lounger, she took her closes off and climbed gently on top of me. I think I mentioned this before, but the weight of CeeCee's body on top of mine was very pleasant, and very erotic. She covered my mouth with hers and started to move her hips against mine. The sensation was fantastic. I slipped my hands down to CeeCee's ass and tried to pull her as close as I could. We must have lain there kissing for at least half an hour. When the wind changed and became cooler, CeeCee got up and led me back into her bedroom. CeeCee gave me one more kiss and pointed to her bed. As I crawled onto the soft mattress, I saw CeeCee at a small corner table. There was little light in the room, just a glow from a small lamp. CeeCee joined me on the bed, and side by side, we kissed again. CeeCee's hands caressed my breasts and pinched my nipples. When she shifted lower on the bed and started kissing my tummy, I put my head back against the pillows and closed my eyes, enjoying what she was doing. When I felt her urge my legs apart, I spread them as far as I could, knowing what was coming. Her kisses went lower and lower. She teased me my pulling at my bush with her teeth. And then her tongue found my slit and my clitty. I know I started to moan as she nibbled on my clit. I was ready this time when she bit down. My whole body tensed as a bolt of pure pleasure shot through me. It was at that exact moment that CeeCee started pushing something into my pussy. I started to say something, but it felt so damn good. I felt my pussy filling up. I hadn't felt anything like that for a long time. The last time my old boyfriend made love to me. And just as I was enjoying that feeling, CeeCee started pulling it out. And I realized what she had. She pushed the dildo in again quickly, causing me to gasp in surprise. I think I lifted my legs in the air. I don't remember anything other than being fucked for the first time by the woman that I loved. I do remember blurting out that I was going to cum, and CeeCee pulled the dildo out and covered my puss with her mouth. She licked and sucked as wave after wave of my orgasm flowed through my body. The pleasure center in my brain went to overload. I know I must have clenched my jaws shut because they were sore for a while. Eventually I lay quietly. There were tears on my cheeks and a smile on my face. I reached down and pulled CeeCee back on top of me again. I loved having her on top of me. We kissed, gently and lovingly. And after a few minutes we snuggled under the large silky blankets. I vaguely remember CeeCee rubbing my tummy as I fell asleep. I stayed at the house that CeeCee and her grandmother shared for the rest of the weekend. I got to know Isabella better and learned that she was the reason that CeeCee was such a good cook. CeeCee showed me the rest of their house, which probably should be called a villa. It is a good thing that CeeCee's parents had it paid off before they passed. Even with both of our salaries, we couldn't have afforded it. Sunday night the sky was clear and the moon was just a silvery sliver. You could almost reach up and touch the stars they were so bright. Later we lay in bed, held hands and talked. I fell asleep with my head resting on one of Celestine's breasts like a pillow. Monday morning, CeeCee drove me back to my apartment for a shower and clean clothes before I went in to work. When I got off the elevator, the office was in chaos. Diana Martin, the other American researcher and unofficial 'house mother', pulled me into her office. We stood in the doorway staying out of the way. "What's going on?" I asked. "The assistant manager and two of his special project analysts have been recalled to London for some big project." Diana explained. "We found out this morning. They're packing up." "It must be something big." I said. "I guess so, I overheard the manager say they had a flight at ten this morning. They must need them pretty badly." Dianna offered. I was just making a cup of coffee in the lunchroom when Celestine came in. She made a tea and we went back to Diana's office to watch. By eight thirty it was quiet in the office again. I went back to my office and started some paperwork on my latest project. I was concentrating on the computer screen and I didn't hear the manager come in. A Very French Connection Ch. 02 "Bit of excitement this morning." John Quince said from the doorway. "Oh, yes. Sorry, I didn't see you." I said as I tried to stand up. "Relax Miss Cassidy, keep your seat." He said smiling. "I only came in to ask you a question." "Ah, sure. What can I do for you." I said. "Well, I have two vacant offices over there." He said, pointing across the room. "I just wonder which one you'd like. "Sir?" I asked. "I don't understand." "Those are special project offices." "Yes, I know." He said. "Of course you know." I stumbled over my words. "I didn't mean. I mean. Hell I don't know what I mean." "And when you decide, I have a few special projects waiting for a good analyst." John Quince said, still smiling. It took several minutes for reality to sink in. I was just offered a promotion and a bigger office. Of course I accepted, though not right away. I thought about it for a long time. So, about a half-hour later, I walked into John Quince's office and told him which office I would prefer. While he was explaining the different projects I was to work on, he had all my things moved. When I finally sat down in my new office, my first visitor was CeeCee with a cup of tea. I think she was more excited that I was. That evening, at my apartment, after a quick dinner, Celestine practically raped me. Not that I objected. I wanted to feel her body pressed against mine. I wanted to feel her hands and fingers rubbing and probing and I wanted to feel her tongue, her marvelous tongue, in my mouth, on my nipples and in my pussy. CeeCee didn't disappoint me. I remember pressing my thighs against her head as she sucked on my clit. I could almost feel my orgasm starting in my toes and boiling up both of my legs. When it hit I lifted my ass off of the bed in response. CeeCee kept her mouth glued to my pussy. She sucked and licked until I begged her to stop, my clitty was so sensitive and swollen. While I was lying there, panting, trying to catch my breath, she inched her way up until she was on top of me, our breasts caressing each other. I wrapped my legs around her waist and my arms around her back. I didn't want her to move, ever. When she lifted her head, she looked into my eyes and spoke very softly. "Je tiens a vous raser la chatte." She murmured. "I want to shave your pussy." "You may do anything you want, my love." I answered, smiling up at her. "Mon amour. Yes. You are my love too." CeeCee said. And so I had a trim. CeeCee brought out towels, soap, conditioner and my razor. She was gentle and thorough. When she was done, my pussy mound was naked, smooth and I will admit, begging to be touched again. And CeeCee touched me. Oh my God did she touch me. I think she touched my soul. We fell asleep with her head next to mine, holding hands. To Be Continued A Very French Connection Ch. 03 By Adam and Evie Zasse To the best of our knowledge this story it true. Karen Cassidy herself told us the story and offered her personal insights. We spoke to Celestine Lunete by telephone and confirmed the details. Karen and Celestine live together in Toulon France. The authors welcome your comments. We will pass on comments, questions and messages to Karen and Celestine. Toulon is a mid size city in the south of France on the Mediterranean coast It is west of Cannes, Nice and Monaco. It is situated on one of the best a natural anchorage in the area. The harbor water is very calm due to the protection of the Saint Mandrier peninsula. Toulon is a major naval base and home to the French Mediterranean fleet. Mount Faron is located north of the city and offers a spectacular view of the city and harbor from its summit. The road to the top is impressive, as are the cable cars. Clyde Bennett Ltd is a research company based in London England, with branch offices throughout Europe and two cities in the United States. The Toulon office is on rue Adolphe Guiol. C.B.Ltd. in Toulon is contracted to the French government to provide research and analysis of materials and facilities used by the French navy. The offices are staffed primarily with men. Most are British specialists and support personnel. There are also two American analysts, and one French researcher, all women, working on the current projects. In Part One of this story Karen Cassidy and Celestine 'CeeCee' Lunete, both employees of Clyde Bennett Ltd in Toulon France, found a mutual attraction to each other and took the first exciting steps in their new relationship. In Part Two, Karen and Celestine continue their personal relationship which has blossomed into love. Karen Cassidy was returning to her office, having spent the morning in the basement lab, working on a special project for John Quince, the District Manager of Clyde Bennett, when he signaled her from the front of the open office complex. "Staff meeting in the conference room." John Quince said, motioning her through the hallway. "Sorry I didn't know." I said as they walked. "One of the problems we're going to talk about. John Quince said, holding the door for her to enter. "Now that we are all here." He said, as the conversation in the room quieted. "To begin. Is anyone working on projects that are time sensitive, jobs that must be completed within the next few weeks?" He said, scanning the room. "Good." He continued when no one spoke up. "The home office in London, has come to an agreement with the owners of this building after several weeks of negotiations. Clyde Bennett is purchasing the property. That means that the offices on the forth floor will become ours as well. The building is going to be remodeled including a new reception area in the lobby and some needed improvements in the telephone and computer lines. A bit of paint here and there and a few new pieces of equipment for the lab." John Quince said, pausing as the staff started talking among themselves. "But there is a price that we are going to have to pay." He said, trying to hide a smile. "Work will start this weekend and continue all of next week. By close of business tomorrow, I need all proprietary files placed in the vault and all person property removed from the building for safety." "I know this is a hardship on us all, but as of next Monday, you are all going to be forced to accept a weeks paid holiday." John Quince said. That evening, Karen and Celestine sat in the small café where they first met socially. People came and went around them, but they barely noticed. They talked in whispers about what they could do with an entire week. Shopping was discussed at length as well as what they could do in private. Karen no longer worried about holding hands with another woman in public. She didn't even worry about kissing another woman in public. When she was with Celestine, she didn't worry about much of anything. She was a bit surprised when Celestine took out several brochures from her purse and slid them across the small table. "I know what we can do." Celestine said, a smile lighting her face. "I have wanted to do this for a long time and now is the perfect time." "We can rent a car and drive to Saint Tropez, Cannes or even Nice." Celestine said." "Or we could take a train and see the same sites. We would have to follow the train schedule though." She added. "Or we could take a cruise and see more. They only allow several hours at each stop, but our room and everything else goes with us." She said, taking a deep breath. "A week together. A day each in Nice, Pisa, Rome, Capri, and Barcelona." It really wasn't a difficult decision. We wanted to spend time together, doing what we wanted and not tied to a schedule. As much as we both wanted to spend the night together, we decided that it would be better to start packing and making arrangements, which CeeCee wanted to do. The next morning CeeCee pulled up in front of my apartment in a different car. She rented an Audi for our trip, which had much more room that her small car. Bags in the trunk and a quick kiss and we were off. I must stop here to explain a few things. I have never been keen on geography. When I was in school it seemed like some countries where changing names on a weekly basis. I was genuinely surprised to learn that the city that I lived and worked in, Toulon, was considered the western end of the Cote d Azur, The French Riviera. It was only a little over an hour's drive to St Tropez, which was our first stop. St Tropez is the famous, or infamous, jetset destination. The playground for the rich and famous. We intended to stay there for a day or two and drive on the Cannes, Nice, and possibly Monte Carlo, which was less than three hours from Toulon. St Tropez or actually the beach at St Tropez would prove to be a significant milestone in my life. More about that later. I think CeeCee could have had a great career as a tour guide. She kept up a running story about the sights that we saw, and made the drive very entertaining. We pulled into the small parking lot of the Pavillion de Pampelonne and carried our few bags into the lobby, where we registered. The owners were British so at least part of the language barrier for me was lessened. Our room was actually a suite with it's own private terrace. The grounds were beautiful and charming. There were flowers everywhere. The pool was crystal clear with an adjoining hot tub. CeeCee had made wonderful arrangements. "I would like to see the beach." CeeCee said as she threw her bag on the big oversized bed. "Why not. That's why we are here." I said. We both stripped out of our clothes and slipped into out bathing suits. CeeCee had a rather revealing black bikini, and I put on my more modest two piece suit. CeeCee wrapped a flowery sarong type 'coverup' dress around her waist and put on a loose silver colored vest. I grabbed a light tunic and we headed back to our rented Audi. CeeCee stopped at the concierge and got directions on the way. It was a very short drive to the small parking lot facing the blue Mediterranean. It was one of those days when the color of the sea and the color of the sky were practically the same. It was mesmerizing. Only a few small sailboats dotted the horizon. We followed a well-worn path past a small dune and we were there. The Plage de Tahiti is a stretch of fine golden sand (Unlike the courser sand in Toulon). The beach was not crowded, but there were a number of people either lying in the sun or strolling along the water's edge. There was music coming from the concessions back towards the parking lot. We found a spot and spread our towels out on the warm sand. CeeCee sat down and almost immediately took off her bikini top and bottom. She handed me a bottle of sunscreen and asked me to do her back. I knelt down behind her and started applying the sunscreen. As I was, I looked over CeeCee's shoulder and watched her putting sunscreen on her shoulders and chest. When she started putting sunscreen on her breasts, I stopped, fascinated at what she was doing. Using both hands, she spread the lotion over her breasts almost as though she was making love to herself. She was tender and thorough. I watched her beautiful heavy breasts bounce and sway as she rubbed them. I have massaged her breasts that way myself but this was different. It was very arousing. She paid particular attention to her nipples, rubbing extra sunscreen on them. Satisfied, she added lotion to her tummy and her legs, lifting them one by one. Finally she squirted a generous amount of lotion in her hands and rubbed her pussy mound, even adding a little to the inner lips of her slit. By the time she was done, my mouth was dry and I was very aroused. " Alright, now you." I heard CeeCee say as she leaned over towards me. I started to apply some of the lotion to my arms when CeeCee stopped me. "I saw you watching. Let me take care of you." CeeCee said, her eyes smiling behind her sunglasses. "Take off your top." At that moment, my mind flashed back t a beach in Toulon. I had just sat back down next to CeeCee while she was getting dressed. She said that the next time I should get undressed too. I remember thinking that would never happen. Now I was sitting on the beach at St Tropez. One of the most famous, or infamous beaches in the world. The hotels, discotheques and bars are busy all night. This part of the beach, Plage de Tahiti being one of the most notorious. On this stretch of sand, almost anything goes. People routinely make love right in the open. If you wear a swimsuit at all, it is usually very skimpy. St Tropez is the ultimate destination for vacationers, tourist and the jetset. The rich, the famous and the occasional celebrity. Yet here I was in a two piece bathing suit. I knew this day would come. I unfastened my top and slipped it off over my head. CeeCee put sunscreen on my back and I lay back down. She leaned over me and started rubbing lotion on my chest and breasts. She spent a great deal of time massaging the sunscreen on my breasts. As I watched her breasts hanging down, swaying back and forth with the rhythm of her movements, I was getting more and more aroused. I couldn't help it. I closed my eyes and concentrated on her hands. She worked her way down my belly and I felt her tugging at my swimsuit bottoms. I remember lifting my hips so she could pull it free. So here I was. Now naked under the early afternoon sun. I felt CeeCee massaging my legs. The next thing I felt were cool drops of sunscreen falling on my pussy lips. When CeeCee started rubbing it over my mound I felt the beginning of an orgasm. I didn't want that to happen. I didn't plan on it happening at all. But, looking back, I think CeeCee knew. She massaged my hips, and went back to my pussy. She massaged my inner thighs, and went back to my pussy. She was teasing me, knowing what was going to happen. I felt her separating my pussy lips. She scratched the tip of my clitty with her fingernail and I practically jumped off the towel. She waited, and scratched my clitty again. I remember calling her name softly. My ass was now wriggling, my hips grinding on the towel. I was tying to raise my pussy up when CeeCee pushed me back down. She got my swollen and very sensitive clit between her thumbnail and the fingernail of one of her fingers and she pinched the tip, hard and fast. My whole body jumped. I think I stopped breathing. My orgasm didn't just erupt, it exploded. I remember panting and gasping as my body was wracked with bolt after bolt of the burning fire of extreme ecstasy. It was several minutes before I was able to open my eyes and start to relax. CeeCee was born and raised in the south of France. This was nothing new for her. But I was brought up in the Midwest back in the states. The first thing I did when I was able was to look around and see how many people were looking at me. Were the local police on their way? Was the lightning bolt from heaven going to strike me any second? Well, nothing much happened. No one was even remotely interested in what had just happened. But, I had an orgasm that I will never forget, and my clitty was sore for a while. CeeCee propped herself up on an elbow next to me and kissed me gently. She leaned close to my ear and whispered. "Welcome to the St Tropez, my love." She said. "Thanks." I said, my throat a little dry. "Come. Lets go get something to drink and walk around by the water." CeeCee said. I really did need something to drink. I sat up and started to pull my swimsuit back on. CeeCee just pouted and shook her finger. She stood up and reached for my hand. I barely had time to grab my shoulder tote and slip on my sandals. To say that I was a little terrified and embarrassed would have been an understatement. Walking around naked in public, even on the Riviera, was not something that I ever thought that I would do. We walked along the water's edge, splashing each other and eventually found a concession stand where we bought a couple bottles of ice cold water. Back on our towels, we stretched out and enjoyed a beautiful afternoon in the sun. About one in the afternoon, the beach started to get crowded. We could hear music from several of the bars getting louder. With a nod of agreement, we slipped back into out swimsuits, threw on our 'coverups', gathered our towels and headed back to the parking lot. CeeCee drove back towards the city center where we found a place to park. We walked along the harbor and stopped into several boutiques and shops. We had a late lunch at an outdoor café and watched the yachts moored across the small bay. CeeCee bought two bottles of wine and some kind of crumbly yellow cheese at one vender, and some fruit and fresh bread at another. Back in our car, we headed towards our hotel. The Pavillion de Pampelonne was busy with people heading out for the evening. The bars and hotels along the beach were a hotspot of activity until well after midnight. We decided that our first night would be a bit quieter. In our room, CeeCee opened the terrace doors while I stepped into the large shower to wash away some of the sand from the beach. I was just standing under the cascading hot water when CeeCee joined me. She stood behind me and reached around to hold my breasts. With her thumbs and fingers, she pulled and gently pinched my nipples. I put my head back, enjoying her touch and she kissed my neck. I closed my eyes as one of her hands slid down to my pussy. My poor little clitty was still sore from earlier, but I didn't care. I just wanted to feel her fingers rubbing it ever so gently. I managed to turn around and CeeCee lowered her head slightly to accept the invitation of my lips. With the water streaming down over our bodies, our tongues danced together in a passionate kiss. By the time we stepped out of the shower, we could see it was getting dark outside. CeeCee picked up a towel and we walked onto the garden terrace. Standing in the soft breeze with a few stars starting to shine above us, we took turns drying each other off. Once more in our room, I sat on the edge of the big bed and searched through my bags for a pair of panties and an oversized flowered T-shirt. I sat down at the small table and started setting out the wine and other things. When I looked up, CeeCee was standing by the bed tying her hair back. She was wearing a sheer black nightgown. It was almost floor length and practically transparent. Her large nipples and shaved pussy were clearly visible. The material clung to her breasts and hips. I looked down at my T-shirt and made up my mind right then to go shopping. Now I love CeeCee. I am quite comfortable saying that, but I thought seriously for a minute about forgetting our little dinner and showing her just how much I did love her. While I was staring, she came over the table and poured two glasses of wine. "Is something wrong Cheri?" CeeCee asked, looking down at herself and back to look at me. "No. It's just you are so damn sexy." I said. "Come with me." CeeCee said, as she took my hand and led me back to the bed. CeeCee opened her bags and pulled out what looked like a handful of black silk. "Take those things off." She said, and started to help me pull the T-shirt up over my head. When I stood up again, naked, CeeCee handed me what she had taken out of her bag. It was a sheer black sleeveless vest. The sides tied together with a small bow. It was just long enough to reach my mid thigh. Like the nightgown CeeCee was wearing, it was very transparent. The soft material caused my nipples to harden when it rubbed against them. "Better?" CeeCee asked smiling. "Yes, much better." I answered. "You know just what to say and just what to do. "Let's finish our dinner and go down to the hot tube and pool while everyone is out partying." CeeCee offered. An hour later we got undressed and put on bathrobes. Reluctantly on my part as I really did like the lingerie CeeCee had given me. We walked out to the pool deck, which was deserted, dropped our robes on a lounge chair and slipped quietly into the hot tub. The hot water felt good. CeeCee's hands felt even better. After a few minutes, I urged CeeCee to sit up on the tiled deck. Kneeling in the swirling water, I buried my face in her pussy. She leaned back while I got my eager tongue between her shaved, puffy lips. I got a finger into her hole as my mouth closed over her clit. I licked and sucked like it was a miniature cock. I managed to get my finger curled up near that spot that all women have and massaged it while I nibbled on her swollen clit. All at once CeeCee reached down and pulled my face down on her pussy. She started grinding herself against my lips and tongue. She whispered my name just once and I felt her entire body trembled. She called my name again, louder this time, as her orgasm overtook her. After a minute or two, CeeCee slid back into the hot bubbling water and we just stared at the few stars that were visible in the sky. We heard fireworks going off in the direction of the beach but we could only see the afterglow in the sky. About one in the morning we headed back to our room and fell into bed. We fell asleep holding hands. The next day after a late breakfast at Club 55 on the beach just north of Tahiti beach, a little expensive, but great seafood, we did some exploring. We wandered through the narrow streets of the old town and stopped into a few quaint shops. We did drive across town and hike up to the Citadelle and had a great panoramic view of the city and harbor. There were a lot of steps to climb, but the view was worth the effort. The old fort was being renovated but it was still an awesome structure. In the afternoon we went back to the beach at Cap 51. We rented a pair of sunbeds instead of lying in the sand. The staff even brought our drinks right to where we were. CeeCee and I both took our tops off, but it seemed everyone kept their bikini bottom on, so we did the same. I should mention that some of the bikini bottoms I saw barely covered anything. And many of those that did were so sheer it really didn't matter much anyway. We went back to Club 55 for dinner. When the music started, people began coming in to drink and dance. CeeCee and I moved out to the patio were it was less crowded, found a spot in a corner, and we danced together. Another first for me, dancing with another woman like that. Oh sure women do that all the time at parties but not wearing bikini's, and not so close that our breasts were touching. CeeCee being a bit taller put her arms around my shoulders. I was able to have a nice grasp of her ass cheeks. We stayed until the nightly fireworks started and made our way back to our room. A Very French Connection Ch. 03 I don't want to give the reader the impression that all we did was make love whenever we could. But we did. I stretched out on the bed, my eyes closed, hearing the soft warm sea breeze gently ruffling the curtains on the terrace. I felt CeeCee climb onto the bed at my feet. She crawled delicately over me, letting her breasts handing down, gently caressing my body as she moved. I have said before that I love having her on top of me. The weight of her body pressing down on mine is exciting and sensuous. "Je t'aime ma cherie." CeeCee said. "I love you my darling." Before I could answer, CeeCee covered my mouth with hers and we shared a deep, passionate kiss. "J'ai apporte un jouet pour vous." She continued. Her words sounded almost magical. "I brought a toy for you." She repeated in English. CeeCee got up and went over to her bags. When she came back, she sat on the edge of the bed and held out two dildos, one that she had used on me once before, and a smaller, smoother one. "And, which do you want me to use tonight?" I asked, a wicked grin on my lips. "Both." She answered, smiling back at me. It took a moment for me to understand what she had just said. Both, at the same time. "I have heard that it is tres agreable, pleasurable. I would only try this with you." She said, her voice very soft. I put 'the toys' on one of the pillows and pulled CeeCee close to me. I kissed her neck, her ears and her cheeks. When she lay back on the bed, I ran my fingers lightly down her body. Propped up next to her, I let my fingers wander, caressing her breasts and tracing small circles around her areolas. When I lowered my lips to kiss those beautiful globes of soft flesh, I heard her moan and felt her hands on my head, urging me on. While I sucked and nibbled on her now very stiff and erect nipples, I moved my hand down to cover the slight bulge of her pussy mound. I teased the tender lips apart with my fingers, running a fingertip up and down the length of CeeCee's moist slit, little by little getting deeper. But tonight, CeeCee wanted to feel something different. I moved my questing fingers lower. CeeCee bent her knees back giving me more room. When I touched CeeCee's tight little ass hole, she tried to lift her butt even more. I rubbed and gently probed using some of CeeCee's own pussy juice as a lubricant. I did this once before and like that time, I managed to get my index finger in without too much trouble. I just started moving it in and out as more pussy juice trickled down. I was pretty intent on what I was doing, so when CeeCee touched my shoulder I jumped. Whether it was planned or just luck, when I jumped, I shoved my finger in as far as it would go. When I turned my head, CeeCee has holding out the smaller dildo. Without removing my finger, I inched around on the bed until I was lying between CeeCee's outstretched legs. The first time I actually saw what I was doing, my finger deep in CeeCee's ass, I got a little wet myself. I took the dildo and slowly eased it into CeeCee's pussy, getting it as wet as I could. I pulled my finger out, watching the brownish pink hole close up. I teased her hole again, this time with the dildo, sliding the tip in an inch or so. CeeCee reached down with both hands and spread her cheeks. I got more pussy juice on my finger and rubbed it on the dildo. And I pushed it in. I heard CeeCee gasp as six or seven inches of plastic invaded her hole. Leaving it there, the end sticking out, I crawled up on top of CeeCee until I could get my tongue in her mouth. We kissed, hungrily and urgently, while my hand found the other dildo. CeeCee's mouth was still open, her tongue still moving, as I moved back down between her legs. The small dildo had worked its way out a little, so I pushed it back in, all the way until I could just see the end. I held it there with one hand and started the other dildo in her pussy. CeeCee was soaking wet and her butt was wiggling back and forth as I got the bigger dildo in. It slid it easily. CeeCee was quiet. I expected her to say something. She usually moaned or uttered my name. CeeCee moved her hands to spread her pussy lips and I saw her clitty sticking up at least an inch. It was fatter and stiffer than I had ever seen it. I swear it looked like it was throbbing. I wanted to touch it but both hands were busy with the dildos. Trying to keep my balance, I lowered my head until I could lick with my tongue. I though CeeCee was going to bounce off the bed. I lost my balance, let go of the dildos and landed face first on CeeCee's straining clit. When my mouth closed over it, CeeCee screamed. Not a cry of pain, but a cry of extraordinary pleasure. She grabbed my head and pulled it down. I got my lips around her clitty and sucked for all I was worth. All at once CeeCee stopped bouncing and twisting. She lay still for just a second and then her entire body shook as her orgasm engulfed her. I rode it out with her, my mouth firmly planted on her clit. I have become accustomed to her squirting and I expected it. What erupted in my mouth was more of a flood. I kept my mouth where it was until I felt CeeCee relax. My mouth and chin where covered in the wetness of her release. More dripped down my chest as I raised up. The smaller dildo had popped out by itself and I slowly pulled the other one out too. I must admit that I was a bit wobbly myself as I moved up next to the woman I loved. She slowly and gently wiped my face with her own hands, and kissed me delicately on the lips. We lay there for quite a while, just holding each other. Eventually we got up and showered together. We cleaned up the bed as best we could and finally decided to flip the mattress over and put clean sheets on the bad. It was a big wet spot. We fell asleep happy, although a small part of me wanted to use the larger dildo. The next day we were off on another leg of our vacation. But that's another story. To Be Continued A Very French Connection We must have lain there, kissing and playing with each other's breasts for a while. The breeze through the open window behind the sofa turned cool. I can't explain why this all happened, but it did. Funny, because I'm an analyst. It's my job to figure out why things happen, cause and effect. All I can say is that one way or another, this had been brewing for weeks. It's also not in my nature to act so spontaneously. I'm usually slow and methodical. But it did happen and I can honestly say that I'm glad it did. I could only hope Celestine felt the same way. We eventually got up and I made tea. We had a light dinner together of fresh bread and cheese and I opened a bottle of wine. I suggested that we move to the bedroom to be more comfortable and Celestine agreed. I watched as she walked through the small apartment. Her breasts moved and swayed provocatively without the bra. At first I thought she wasn't wearing panties, but they were the same sheer material as her bra, and practically invisible. When she turned, in the dim light of the bedroom, I could just make out her clean-shaven mound, her vaginal lips pink in anticipation. I felt a bit odd when I stripped off the rest of my clothes and let her see the thick curls that covered my pussy mound. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe I just came to the realization that something was missing in my life. Maybe it was seeing this incredible woman. All I know is that I gave in to my feelings, or lack of them. I'm afraid that I fumbled a bit. Except for that one drunken episode I mentioned earlier, I didn't know the first thing about making love to a woman. My only guide was to do what I thought would make me feel good. I assumed (yes I know what happens when you assume) that Celestine would kind of lead the way. I, or rather we, found out that neither of us had any useful experiences to draw on. We just sort of groped our way along. It turned out that our bodies knew what to do. When I turned out the bedroom light I could just make out Celestine settling on the bed. The few lights that glowed through the window from outside highlighted her curves under the white sheets. When I slid in next to her, and looking back now I almost don't believe I acted that way, she pulled me close. Feeling her body next to mind was electrifying. Was it fate or destiny that brought us together? I don't know, and I really don't care. But at that moment, naked together in my bed, I knew in my heart that our lives would be changed forever. Celestine's lips were soft and yielding. Her mouth was hot and her tongue was impatient. While we kissed, our hands were busy exploring. I felt one of her hands on my breast, cupping it and squeezing gently. When she took my nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pinched I felt my toes curl. She pinched and pulled until my nipples were rock hard. I just laid there, my eyes closed, enjoying the sensations. When Celestine moved her head down and suck one of my nipples into her mouth I remember moaning out loud. When she bit down on that tender bud I gasped and the shock and pain. I had no idea that just that little nip could feel so damn good. When she bit down a second time, though not as hard, It felt like a bolt of fire ran through my entire body. I know I moaned again and whispered her name. "Oh my God Celestine." I said very softly. "My Cheri Karen. I want only to give you pleasure." She whispered back. "You are going to spoil me for any other man or woman." I said kidding her. "I hope that you will not want any one else." She answered. To emphasize her words, I felt her hand slip down my tummy and rest on the thick matte of hair covering my pussy. I tensed, well it's not every day that someone touches me like that. Celestine didn't move her hand, she just left it there, pressing down lightly. After a moment or two I relaxed. I turned my head to look at her and I thought she was going to kiss me again. She moved closer. "When I was in school, my friends called me CeeCee. If it pleases you, I would like you to call me that when we are alone." She whispered. "I would like that very much." I said. "CeeCee." Then she did kiss me, and as we kissed, I felt her run a finger down my pussy lips and slip between them into my soaking wet hole. I gasped at the sudden burst of pleasure. I closed my eyes again as CeeCee probed. When I felt her hand move, I opened my eyes again. CeeCee brought her finger up to her lips and as I watched, she sucked my wetness into her mouth. Then she offered me the same finger. I readily accepted it and sucked it too. I watched her move on the bed and slowly climb on top of me. The weight of her body felt wonderful. Her large soft breasts pressing down on my smaller, firmer ones. I spread my legs and lifted my knees. When she started moving her hips against mine the feeling was incredible. CeeCee kissed me lightly on the lips and started to move lower. Feeling her breasts sliding down my body caused me to shiver in delight. She placed her hands on the tender flesh on my inner thighs and nudged them further apart. Her breath felt cool and hot at the same time on the damp matted hair on my pussy. I almost passed out when I felt her lips touch my pussy for the first time. Then suddenly I felt her lift her head and she started to crawl back up until we were face to face again. "Une jolie chatte." She said softly, our lips almost touching. "English CeeCee, I don't understand." I said. "Oh, sorry Cheri Karen, You have a pretty pussy." She repeated. In the dim, reflected light coming through the window, I could see strands of CeeCee's silken hair stuck to her forehead with tiny beads of perspiration. Her eyes were half closed. I reached up and pulled her head down the last inch and crushed her mouth to mine. This time I invaded her mouth with my tongue. We could not have been any closer physically. Our bodies molded together. I released her head and slid my hands down her sides, caressing the soft skin until I was able to hold her butt cheeks. I tried to pull her bottom closer. She must have understood because she started moving her hips again, grinding her pussy on mine. And after a minute or two, she started her trip downward again. She lifted herself just enough that her breasts barely brushed my body as she inched down. I have had a date or two with men who have 'gone down' as they say, and I enjoyed those times. Compared to CeeCee, those men knew nothing about how to please a woman orally. Whether it was just a natural ability or she read a book, I don't know and don't care. But that night opened an entirely new chapter in oral pleasures. CeeCee started by blowing small puffs of breath on my bush. When she finally did touch me, she used the tip of her nose, rubbing it up and down my slit. She drove me a bit crazy with just that action. When I felt her tongue licking, replacing her nose I tensed and grabbed the bedsheets with both hands. She massaged my pussy lips that way. Her saliva mixing with my juices making it very wet. And then her tongue, her wonderful tongue, slipped between the lips and into me. She probed and licked and sucked. She even started bobbing her head in and out, using her tongue like a small cock. And then she found my clitty. She pushed back my pussy lips, exposing that sensitive little nub. She caressed it with her tongue and she sucked on it. And she bit it. I think I let out a weak scream, my throat was dry so it couldn't have been very loud. But just like when she bit my nipple, the pain that shot down my legs and through my body vanished to be replaced with a much more intense feeling of pleasure. I leaned forward and sat up. I reached for her head and pulled it down of my pussy. I remember called her name as she sucked my clitty into her mouth and rubbed it with her tongue. I could feel an orgasm building. CeeCee pushed a finger into my hole as far as she could and at the same time, she nipped my clitty with her teeth again. Up until that moment I had never felt that kind of electrifying pleasure. I was panting, trying to catch my breath as the orgasm rose within me. When it peaked, wave after wave of excruciating release washed over me. My personal pleasure meter climbed higher that it had ever been. My body actually tingled. I collapsed back on the bed, my breathing returning to normal. CeeCee rose up on her hands and knees and once more crawled back on top of me. Her hanging breasts the only part of her that touched me. She stopped long enough to kiss both of my breasts and when we were face to face again; she kissed me as only a lover can. Small, quick, gentle kisses. Kisses that expressed joy and tenderness. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her close. And I smiled. "CeeCee, remember what you said about the men at work? How you knew they were looking at you? How you knew what they were saying and thinking about you?" I said quietly. "Yes Cheri, they are animals. They wanted me." CeeCee replied, in an equally quiet voice. "And yet here you are, lying naked in my arms instead of theirs." I said. "I think I will let them keep on with their talk and stares. It seems less important now." She said. "For now, let's keep what is happening between us a secret. We have only just discovered each other. There will come a time for openness." I said. "Yes, you are right." CeeCee said. "It will be a great moment when our secret can be revealed." Reluctantly, I let CeeCee get up. She went into the bathroom while I quickly changed the sheets on the bed. I heard the shower running and heard her calling me. When I opened the door she took my hand and pulled me into the shower. My bathroom is small, the shower even smaller. I don't know how we managed it, but we did shower together. There was much giggling and laughing and two very soapy and slippery bodies that finally rinsed off. We took turns drying each other and had that bathroom been any larger, well you can probably imagine what would have occurred. It surprised both of us when we saw the time. It was almost three in the morning. Back in bed, we kissed again, though not as passionately, and snuggled together for a few hours of sleep. The early morning light was just peaking through the window several hours later when I felt CeeCee lightly kissing my ear. "Please Cheri, I need your touch." She practically begged. "Of course, what can I do?" I asked. Instead of answering, CeeCee moved on top of me and inched her way forward until she was straddling my head. She eased her smooth pussy down on my mouth. She grasped the headboard of the bed for support and started to move her pussy lips back and forth, rubbing my face. I reached up to put my hands on her ass checks and started moving her in a rhythm. I remember that first taste of her pussy. She was wet almost at once. I felt drops of her sweet juices dripping down my cheeks. She slowed her rubbing and let me use my mouth and tongue. I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue and heard her moan. Her clitty grew as I played with it. It must have grown to over an inch long. It was much longer than mine was. I sucked it like a miniature cock and when I felt CeeCee's knees tense up around my head, I bit down gently, copying what she had done earlier. I felt her ass cheeks stiffen and her whole body stopped moving. CeeCee arched her back and I bit down again, a little harder this time and in just a second, my mouth was filled with a musky flavored liquid. In my position I had no choice but to swallow. As soon as my mouth was again clear, I sucked on her clitty, gentler this time until I felt her relax. When she sat back, resting on my chest, I moved my hands up to cup her soft breasts. I found her nipples and pinched them with my thumb and finger, twisting them. When I was much younger, I wished that my breasts would grow so that I could hold them and play with them. That didn't happen, but now, holding CeeCee's breasts, I was satisfied. CeeCee moved down to lay next to me again. She smiled broadly. Her silky black hair partially covering her pale blue eyes. We stayed in bed talking softly until we heard the Sunday morning church bells. I didn't really want to get dressed. I truly enjoyed watching CeeCee moving around. Her heavy breasts swaying as she walked. Her black hair falling around her face and shoulders. But getting dressed was the only way we could get breakfast, and I was hungry. CeeCee drove down closer to the harbor where she pointed out a restaurant. Unlike café food, I got a bigger meal. Crepes, scrambled eggs and small spicy sausages. CeeCee had a small omelet and potatoes. We were talking over coffee and deciding what to do when CeeCee reached out to hold my hand. Any other time, with anyone else, I would have pulled my hand back. Holding hands in public with another woman was not high on my list of things to do. I didn't pull my hand back. "What shall we do Cheri Karen?" Celestine asked, a hint of sadness in her voice. "Unless you wish to be alone today." "I don't wish to be alone. I wish to be with you." I said, seeing her smile return. "Then we shall have an adventure." She said, and led me back to her small car. To Be Continued