While I didn’t keep tabs on Sheila, we did have mutual friends who would occasionally fill me in on what she was doing. While she was in no danger of going broke, that would be pretty hard to do with $200 million, she was definitely being more profligate than I was. She bought the biggest house, in the richest neighborhood, and not one, not two but three luxurious cars.
She bought houses for her family, gave money to even casual friends, and took groups of friends on expensive vacations.
Oh well, it was her money.
I have to admit that my success rate with women, as well as the quality of women I attracted, went up, but after a few months, it got kind of old, and I wanted something more.
I decided to get out of my comfort zone and visit Europe. It was definitely a treat flying first class and staying in the nicest suites in the best hotels.
I guess I’m an “Ugly American,” I made no effort to speak any of the languages, but I did hire guides to make sure I got the full benefit of all the historic and cultural sites.
My guide in Paris, Monique, was such a pleasure, competent and beautiful, that I hired her to accompany me through the rest of the country.
At first, it was all business, though I could feel us growing closer, especially at evening meals at the small bistros she would find for us.
Things changed when we reached Marseilles. I wasn’t paying attention when she checked us in, I probably wouldn’t have understood anyway.
I opened the door to my room and Monique followed me in, dragging her luggage.
“Aren’t you going to your room?” I asked.
“I am,” she said, nodding towards the bed, which I now noticed was a double instead of the usual single.
When I turned back to Monique, she put her arms around my neck and planted a big kiss on my lips. Her lips were warm and soft, and tasted vaguely like strawberries.
Not being completely clueless, I put my arms around her waist, pulled her close and returned the kiss, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth.
Soon, all of our clothes were off, we were on the bed and I was moving down her body to taste her sweet honey, but she pulled me up.
“Fuck me, fuck me now!” she demanded in her cute French accent.
Who was I to argue, and I plunged my hard cock into her hot pussy. She came almost immediately, then wrapped her legs around me, dug her heels into my ass and urged me on to fuck her harder. She came two more times before I erupted into her.
I flopped over beside her as we each drew ragged breaths.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” she said.
“Why didn’t you? I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have pushed you away,” I said laughing.
“I don’t know, it seemed unethical.”
“I know that doctors aren’t allowed to fuck patients, and lawyers have rules about getting involved with clients, but tour guides?”
She punched me on the arm.
“I know, it seems so silly now; I don’t know what I was thinking.”
My cock had recovered, and I rolled back on top of her, supporting myself on my arms.
“Now that we have that straightened out,” I said, “I’m ready for round two.” I lowered myself, my cock finding her pussy like a guided missile as she arched her pelvis up to meet me. It was a little longer and leisurely, but just as pleasant. We drifted off to sleep, not even realizing until the morning that we were lying in a wet spot.
We jumped out of bed in the morning and Monique won the race to the shower, which was unfortunately only big enough for one.
She came into the bedroom naked except for a towel wrapped around her head, but pushed me towards the bathroom when I tried to grab her.
“There’s no time for that now, besides, you stink,” she said with a smile, and I hit the shower.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and came out to find that Monique had ordered us a room service breakfast, and was sitting in a big fluffy robe sipping on a cup of hot coffee.
Joining her, we soon made short work of the food and were sitting there lost in our thoughts.
“So, what would you like to do today, Robert?”
“I thought maybe we could check out a nude beach,” I said, waggling my eyebrows.
She just laughed.
“What’s so funny? All my life I’ve read about how Europeans are much more relaxed about nudity, and I’ve always wanted to see it for myself.”
“Oh, you’ll see it,” she said, still laughing, “Europeans are definitely less body conscious.”
I didn’t catch her change of phrasing, but I was soon to have a rude awakening.
We obviously didn’t need to bring much. I put on some board shorts and an unbuttoned sport shirt, Monique wore a bikini bottom and a T-shirt. We threw a couple of large towels into a tote, some water bottles and lots of sunscreen. We put on sandals, wide-brim hats, and we were off to the beach.
As soon as we reached the beach I saw why Monique laughed. Like I guess most people who’ve never been to a nude beach I pictured a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue without the swimsuits. Well, the “without the swimsuits” part was accurate, but that’s as far as it went.
Probably half the people were over fifty, with big bellies, tiny dicks and sagging boobs, and that was just the men! Oh, there were younger people, some even quite attractive, but for every babe with her tits and pussy on display there were guys with their swinging dicks. I’d never seen so many dicks in my life, and I’ve been in plenty of locker rooms. On the plus side, I saw that I had no worries about the size of my equipment.
We found a relatively uncrowded spot, spread out our towels, stripped off and sat down. I noticed a distinct lack of tan lines on Monique; this was obviously not her first time. We proceeded to apply generous amounts of sunscreen. I had to be especially careful with a certain area. Monique tried to help me there, but it caused a rather embarrassing reaction.
That was when I learned some nude beach etiquette. Despite all the skin on display, sexual activity was strictly a no-no. Some of the guys were sporting erections, that was nearly impossible to avoid, but if the pressure got too great there was the ocean to either cool things off or to deal with the issue.
After a surprisingly short period of time I got reasonably comfortable, and started to act like it was just another day at the beach. Monique and I played in the surf and even played a little volleyball.
As it got close to lunch time, we decided that we had had enough sun, pulled on what clothes we had and hit a snack bar for a quick lunch before going back to our room.
A couple of quick showers to get rid of the sand, salt and sunscreen, and it was back to bed for some more sex, then we had to shower again before going out for dinner and dancing. It wasn’t our first time dancing, but I still basked in the glow of her compliments on my dancing.
We were actually too tired for sex, but still fell asleep in each other’s arms.
We shared a bed for the rest of my stay in France, and as much as I would like to say that we fell madly in love and she ran away with me, the facts are that we were fond of each other with a great sexual chemistry, but that was all, and when it was time for me to move on I sent her home to Paris with a generous tip and not a few tears.