and sleeping rough.
“But the guide you were supposed to get is sick, so here I am.”
“Babysitting us softies, eh?” Joked Ron.
“ Non, non. It’s not going to be that bad, is it”? Luc laughed and took a large drink of his pastis.
That was when he chanced to look at Jo. She was staring at him, her lips parted in a way that gave him an instant hard on. Then she smiled that joyous smile of hers, as if she knew the effect she was having on his body. And his cock told him that it was right and good that he wasn’t halfway up Mount Blanc, or driving to Carcassonne with Simone. It was right and good that he was exactly where he was.
* * * *
After drinks, dinner was served on the same outdoor patio. Like the night before, the meal was very good, with local specialties accompanied by red and white wines of the region. But different from the night before, Jo was now happy and confident. The full day’s walk and several glasses of wine made her feel hungry, and she relished every mouthful. She ate everything on her plate, all three courses, without her stomach twisting itself in knots.
As the evening skies turned from mauve and pink to a reddish glow, and then, finally, to darkness, patio lanterns, strung from branch to branch in the tall trees overtop the tables, began to glimmer. The festive lighting complemented the light of the bright stars, and Jo wondered if her eyes were sparkling too. She was very happy.
Luc was sitting at the opposite end of the table, so Jo couldn’t talk to him during the meal. But she could see him, she could hear him, and the very fact of his existence at this time and place caused so much joy and excitement to pulse through her that she positively beamed. Each time she met his eyes with a smile, he smiled back with such pleasure on his face that she wanted to laugh out loud. She ceased to care if people saw him smiling too much at her, or if she was seen smiling too hard in his direction. Everyone was smiling at everyone else, for everyone was tired and had had too much wine to drink.
Like the night before, she thought about what it would feel like to climb onto Luc’s lap. To wrap her arms and legs around his big, hard body. To press her most intimate parts into every square inch of him. And to feel his excitement in return.
Everyone but Luc was unaccustomed to walking all day, and that meant fatigue set in early. Despite her adrenalin high, Jo wasn’t immune to it either, and by eleven she was happy to go upstairs to bed.
It was a perfect day, she thought, as she drifted off.
How could tomorrow possibly top this?
Chapter Three
Jo woke to birdsong and sunlight streaming through open balcony doors that overlooked acres of hay fields. The air was moist with the scent of growing things. She stretched her stiff body, taking pleasure in the pull of well-used walking muscles.
She was elated at the prospects of the day. Touring caves once the home of ancient tribes, with Luc. Walking through gloriously picturesque landscapes, with Luc. Eating fabulous crusty bread, rich creamy cheeses, and obscenely succulent fois gras , with Luc. Drinking scalding dark coffee and fragrant heady local wines, with Luc and Sarah, and Duncan, and the Evans, and all the rest, of course.
From her bed she could see the impressive château of Belcastel reflecting the clear morning light as it stood guard over the river far below. Yesterday she’d made several sketches of the view from her windows. It was so lovely, everything infused with a golden glow that defied her best attempts with both camera and pencil.
She sighed and stretched again. What a beautiful part of the world. I’m so glad I decided to come here.
Racing to get ready for the day, she was surprised to find she was the first down to breakfast. As a flirtatious waiter served her coffee, the rest of the group trickled in. Luc came in last, wearing damp jogging clothes. It seemed that walking all day wasn’t activity enough for him so he
“But the guide you were supposed to get is sick, so here I am.”
“Babysitting us softies, eh?” Joked Ron.
“ Non, non. It’s not going to be that bad, is it”? Luc laughed and took a large drink of his pastis.
That was when he chanced to look at Jo. She was staring at him, her lips parted in a way that gave him an instant hard on. Then she smiled that joyous smile of hers, as if she knew the effect she was having on his body. And his cock told him that it was right and good that he wasn’t halfway up Mount Blanc, or driving to Carcassonne with Simone. It was right and good that he was exactly where he was.
* * * *
After drinks, dinner was served on the same outdoor patio. Like the night before, the meal was very good, with local specialties accompanied by red and white wines of the region. But different from the night before, Jo was now happy and confident. The full day’s walk and several glasses of wine made her feel hungry, and she relished every mouthful. She ate everything on her plate, all three courses, without her stomach twisting itself in knots.
As the evening skies turned from mauve and pink to a reddish glow, and then, finally, to darkness, patio lanterns, strung from branch to branch in the tall trees overtop the tables, began to glimmer. The festive lighting complemented the light of the bright stars, and Jo wondered if her eyes were sparkling too. She was very happy.
Luc was sitting at the opposite end of the table, so Jo couldn’t talk to him during the meal. But she could see him, she could hear him, and the very fact of his existence at this time and place caused so much joy and excitement to pulse through her that she positively beamed. Each time she met his eyes with a smile, he smiled back with such pleasure on his face that she wanted to laugh out loud. She ceased to care if people saw him smiling too much at her, or if she was seen smiling too hard in his direction. Everyone was smiling at everyone else, for everyone was tired and had had too much wine to drink.
Like the night before, she thought about what it would feel like to climb onto Luc’s lap. To wrap her arms and legs around his big, hard body. To press her most intimate parts into every square inch of him. And to feel his excitement in return.
Everyone but Luc was unaccustomed to walking all day, and that meant fatigue set in early. Despite her adrenalin high, Jo wasn’t immune to it either, and by eleven she was happy to go upstairs to bed.
It was a perfect day, she thought, as she drifted off.
How could tomorrow possibly top this?
Chapter Three
Jo woke to birdsong and sunlight streaming through open balcony doors that overlooked acres of hay fields. The air was moist with the scent of growing things. She stretched her stiff body, taking pleasure in the pull of well-used walking muscles.
She was elated at the prospects of the day. Touring caves once the home of ancient tribes, with Luc. Walking through gloriously picturesque landscapes, with Luc. Eating fabulous crusty bread, rich creamy cheeses, and obscenely succulent fois gras , with Luc. Drinking scalding dark coffee and fragrant heady local wines, with Luc and Sarah, and Duncan, and the Evans, and all the rest, of course.
From her bed she could see the impressive château of Belcastel reflecting the clear morning light as it stood guard over the river far below. Yesterday she’d made several sketches of the view from her windows. It was so lovely, everything infused with a golden glow that defied her best attempts with both camera and pencil.
She sighed and stretched again. What a beautiful part of the world. I’m so glad I decided to come here.
Racing to get ready for the day, she was surprised to find she was the first down to breakfast. As a flirtatious waiter served her coffee, the rest of the group trickled in. Luc came in last, wearing damp jogging clothes. It seemed that walking all day wasn’t activity enough for him so he
Similar Books
