"You like my legs, Steve?"

Steve caught his breath. "Yes. They're lovely."

"I'm glad they please you, I think you're pretty, too," she said, putting out her other leg. Not caring, she allowed her skirt to rise up above the stocking tops, exposing her white thighs and even a small portion of her panty crotch. Steve was sure he could see black pussy hairs sneaking from under her panties, and he could imagine the lips of her plump cunt because he'd seen lots of naked cunts and panty- covered cunts and shaved hairless cunts in the girlie magazines back in the States.

"They do."

She moved closer to him. She rested her head on his shoulder. Her skirt was still up high and, as she turned slightly to face him, it rose higher. Steve just couldn't take his eyes away from her mound. Then at last he could see the plump lips clearly. He loved the sight.

"Steve?"

"Yes. Melissa?"

"Steve," she said in a soft voice, almost husky, "do you think you're going to like me?"

"God, yes. I do. I do."

There was a moment of silence.

"Steve," she said, her hand on his upper thigh, very close to his penis, which was smoldering hot and hard under his clothing, "Steve, do you think that people will start talking about us?" She held her breath.

He put his arm around her shoulder and she raised her face to kiss his cheek.

"Do you, Steve?"

"Is it important?" He asked this in the tone of an adult many years beyond his own age, as if he were a gallant, a flaneur, a man of much experience.

She smiled to herself. He couldn't see her eyes, the way they burned into his crotch, or the way she licked her lips. She could see the outline of his cock, how hard it was, how it was lengthening. God, she said to herself, am I going to have the courage? Am I?

"Steve," she said, again her voice so soft it was a gentle caress.

"Yes. yes, Melissa?"

In a second, they brushed over his erect penis. They touched. He flinched. He held her close with his arm around her neck.

"Steve, do you mind… do you… if I touch your prick?"

The moment this word shot into Stephenson's ear, his young handsome prick exploded, spurting come all over the shorts, his cock throbbing and doing a crazy dance as her fingers lay lightly upon it, her face buried in his shoulder.

Chapter Four

Suddenly Steve began shivering and his arm shook as he held her around her neck.

"What is it?" Melissa sat back with just the suggestion of alarm in her voice and eyes.

Poor Steve was humiliated, mortified. How could he answer?

"What is it, Steve? Are you well?"

He felt like crying.

"Are you okay?" she urged.

His entire body trembled again and she held him as a mother would a young child. She rubbed her cheek across his brow as if she were trying to determine the presence of a fever.

"It's nothing," he said slowly.

"It is something," Melissa said firmly. It was plain to Steve that she had no idea that his young prick had already blasted off inside his shorts.

"Well," Steve began, "I just had a little accident. Not much to talk about," he added. His embarrassment was waning now and he was feeling that wonderful sense of afterglow. His prick was still throbbing, probably spitting more come into his shorts.

"What?" she pressed on. Melissa was sitting back still with a look of alarm, although it was vanishing. Again she rubbed her cheek against his brow. "You're very warm."

"It's the weather."

"You know the car is air-conditioned? Want me to buzz Maurice and tell him to turn it on?"

Steve laughed. "No."

This had all taken place in the space of about three minutes while the sleek black limousine sped along the curving highway in the direction of Cannes. Stars twinkled in the sky. Out in the harbor were sailing craft of every description, their lights blinking like the stars in the sky as the vessels bobbed up and down in the gentle waters of the harbor.

"Will you tell me?" she asked, distracting him from looking out the unshaded portion of the rear window.

"Yes, but it's very embarrassing."

This remark brought a smile to her attractive face. "I think I can guess, Steve."

"It wouldn't be all that hard to guess," he said. "It's just embarrassing. Like I said."

Instantly her hand went to his crotch. Her fingers searched for his penis but of course, by now, his prick had softened and shifted its position inside his shorts.

"I understand," she laughed. "But it's not a big thing, is it?"

The pun amused both of them and they laughed together.

"Very funny," he said.

She hugged him. And this was the first definite expression of her affection for the youth. She kissed his brow and tried to bring his mouth up to hers, but for some reason Steve resisted. He didn't know why he was resisting her, but he was.

"Steve?"

"Yes.?"

"Are you uncomfortable? Should I order Maurice to take us home immediately. so you can. change?"