"That's what I wanted to tell you," she said coyly.

Both laughed.

Chapter Thirteen

Life at the chateau was little different than in the other lavish villas and chateaus on the Cote d'Azur. There were splendid parties, afternoon gatherings on the sprawling lawns, horseback riding in the forests off the coast, and many private dinner parties attended by the well-to-do and international celebrities.

There were also many lovely long afternoons and evenings with nothing to do, spent in the utter relaxation, with bodies and minds lulled by the distant roar of the Mediterranean.

What Steve loved most about Cannes, the chateau and the environs, with which he was becoming more and more familiar as one day passed into another, was the natural politeness and manners of the native French people who lived in the small villages and hamlets in the vicinity.

Presently, Steve and Mrs. Staunton were being driven around the countryside by Maurice. Melissa was explaining and showing off some of the local sights. As they drove past an auberge, a country inn, Melissa turned to Steve, and whispered, "That's where I used to go incognito when I first came here."

She had her arm around his shoulder. His fly was open and Melissa's other hand was quietly jerking off his erect penis as the car drove along.

Up front, Maurice could not see nor hear a thing. The back seat of the limousine afforded complete privacy to its occupants.

"What did you do there, Melissa?"

Her dress was up to her waist. Steve had taken down her filmy lace panties only moments after they climbed into the car. In her cunt was an energetically vibrating dildo. Its engine worked quietly, and Mrs. Staunton's misty eyes reflected the intense joy the instrument gave her. Steve had inserted the dildo into her darling cunt at her special request.

"Well," she replied, looking at his handsome cock. She had spent many nights sucking on it, and he had often used it to fuck her in both her delicious cunt and her unusually tight anus. "I couldn't move into the villa right away, you see."

"You've already told me that part."

"Excuse me," she said, grinning to herself. Now that they were so familiar, Steve was quickly assuming a more masculine role in the unusual relationship.

"Well," she went on, "I hadn't yet hired Maurice, although I had hired Madam Andre and George. Those two seemed to come together. And, of course," she went on dryly, still playing with and rubbing the rosy head of his cock with her thumb, which she had wetted with the juices from her own cunt, "our lovely Nellie hadn't yet come into the picture."

"Go on… go on," he said impatiently. He was now playing with her clitoris. He had his finger on it and he could feel the vibrations of the dildo. He liked the unusual sensations. Until now, Steve had been totally unfamiliar with dildos, vibrators, and the other sexual objects that Mrs. Staunton kept in good supply in the chateau.

"Well, I had this small Porsche and I would drive to that auberge to take my meals every evening. They have a really good cook, and excellent service.

"The management consisted of the owners, a nice middle-aged couple, their young son, a boy younger than you, and his sister. She was about your age. Very, very pretty. Very sexy… as you will see.

"Her name was Odile and."

Steve interrupted, asking Melissa to spell the name. "I've never heard of that name," he said with interest.

Melissa spelled it and went on. "She served the tables, you know, taking orders and bringing food from the kitchen."

"I used to sit in a secluded corner and listen to the transistor radio which played classical music broadcast from Monaco. It's one of the best classical radio FM stations in the world. They have a magnificent music library."

"Go on. go on, please Melissa. When you tell me a story, you drag it out so."

"I'm sorry, darling. Well," Melissa lay back as Steve's finger manipulated her clitoris. He heard her moaning and saw that her eyes were closed, and when he realized he was giving her intense pleasure, he started to rub her clitoris in earnest. Steve loved to have her "suffering" at his command, and so he pinched and squeezed her clitoris and rubbed it even harder, thrilling to the strange erotic noises she made.

Melissa was moaning and humming. Steve liked it when she hummed. It was like lulling music, until it grew into a growl, which it always did when she was nearing orgasm. Sometimes she would whimper, or softly cry like a child.