3 - Lost in France

I ache all over, from our earlier love making and bike ride. Every muscle in my body hurts, I want to do nothing today, maybe a massage, spa, a chilled glass of white wine…. and of course a cuddle with Lucy .

But, I have no such luxury. We’re booked on a TGV high speed train to Marseille. From there, we pick up a hire car, most likely one of those funny looking Citroens. We’re staying in Aix in Provence. It’s meant to be really pretty, surrounded by fields covered in purple lavender.

The train is pretty full for this journey, so no funny stuff. Sitting shoulder to shoulder, holding each others hand, we look out as old buildings and green fields zip past. I feel so much at peace, so comfortable with Lucy, each of us wrapped in our daydream.

I’m thinking of our last train ride, the one where we met Dayana. A silly grin appears on my face, immediately followed by a hard elbow to my ribs.

“Owww..," I cry.

“I can read your thoughts, you dirty, dirty woman,” you whisper into my ear.

I turn to you and grin, “Nothing to hide my love,” I reply, stealing a quick kiss.

Two hours later, we arrive at Marseille and as expected, we pick up a banged up Citroen.

“Ask for a GPS,” you remind me.

"Je veux un GPS s'il vous plait.” I mumble.

I am excited, French country roads, open fields, picnic hamper, cold bottle of wine and just us two.

“I’m driving. You’re navigator,” I say.

You look at me and grumble, “The fucking GPS is in French.”

“Confidence darling, we’ll be fine. Together, we can make magic and achieve the impossible,” I respond.

Soon we are zooming down some country lane, the summer heat beating down on us.

“Turn the air conditioning on will you love,” I ask as my bare skin sticks to the leather seats. Ocassionally one of us will lean forward to unglue ourselves.

"Fuck," you say. "We didn't plan this very well."

I glance over at you, taking in your pale skin, long legs, and flat stomach. Your nipples are getting hard through your top as the air con kicks in. I look up at your soft lips and feel a wave of immense love and desire, course through my body, stopping at my cunt. You see me staring.

"What?" you ask.

"Nothing, you're just so fucking gorgeous. You make me so horny all the time."

You laugh and take my hand. You start biting your bottom lip, and close your eyes.

I lean over and gently rub your tummy. Goosebumps erupt all over your skin as I trace patterns with my fingertips back and forth across your bare midriff. I slide one hand down your shorts, the other on the steering wheel.

You open your eyes, “Sure you have the car under control?”

"Who the fuck cares?" I say as I dip my finger in your wetness. You moan and look at me. I begin making up and down movements on the underside of your clit. So smooth and so wet, absolutely perfect. I so badly want to eat you, taste you, and have your nectar cover my body.

“Oh fuck..” I put on the hazard lights and pull the car to the side of the road..