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He shrugged. "It'll probably dry." Steve was not accustomed to having an orgasm in his shorts. It had happened only once before. He'd been riding in the back of a school bus when he'd suddenly seen a young girl sitting on a seat to the left. There had been only a few kids on the bus and the driver was rushing for one reason or another. The girl, who was young, blonde, a loner, as was Steve, had been staring out the window as the scenery flashed by. Her skirt had slithered up to expose her naked legs. She'd had one foot tucked under her buttocks.

As they'd ridden along, Steve idly jerked off his cock through his pants. It had grown stronger each time he'd jerked it and when suddenly the young blond girl shifted her position on the seat, the foot under her buttocks had moved exposing their beautiful curves. And to Steve's utter astonishment, the girl hadn't been wearing any panties. His eyes had widened and his heart had begun thundering.

Then she'd changed her position altogether and pulled her foot out from beneath her. Her entire bare bottom had come into view, her ass crease, even her asshole. But most of all, he had had a sudden, sharp view of her cunt, with its sweet blond hairs covering the sensitive cunt lips. Before she was seated properly, he'd also caught a brief glimpse of the pinkness of her small virginal lips. It was at this point his prick had exploded in his trousers!

Melissa touched his lap. "Yes," she said lightly, "but if you are uncomfortable, it's no trouble. Besides, you might be a little hungry, no?" She tried to kiss him again and this time he let her lips brush over his.

"No, just thirsty. But not all that much… Melissa." She kissed him again, a soft, gentle peck on his nose and when she pulled back, he let out a long sigh.

"Steve.?"

"Yes?"

"Was it a. was it a good one?"

"What?" He knew very well what she meant and he felt a hot flush of embarrassment. He'd never discussed anything sexual with anyone. He felt the old familiar trembling, the shuddering, the anxiousness begin to steal and creep all over his body. Then he began to smell his own sweat.

"You know."

He shivered and looked away. She was holding his knee. He loved the feel of her fingers. They were strong, firm, insistent as they caressed him.

Finally, he had the courage to face her.

"Yes."

"Really a good one? Hot?"

He had to smile. "Yeah, hot. They're all hot, but some are hotter." This made him go into a giggling fit, which soon had both of them in another mood altogether.

"Could I see?"

"What?"

"Steve, I asked you if I could see."

"You mean. you mean.?"

"Yes."

"You mean, right here? Here in the car? Here in the back of the car? Won't Maurice. won't he.?"

"No, darling," she said before catching herself. She'd called him darling. That was how she was beginning to think of him.

Steve sat up and moved away from her slightly, not into the corner as he felt like doing, but just far enough to put some space between them.

"No," he replied, not looking at her directly, but looking past her, out the window opposite. "Not here, Melissa. It would be altogether too messy."

"Very well. So we'll go home. I don't want you to catch a cold with wet clothing on."

They both roared with laughter.

So this was the beginning, and a very promising one, indeed. As Maurice guided the beautiful car around the curves of the Cote d'Azur, passing through the outskirts of Nice, Steve marveled at the abundance of olive trees, sea pines, familiar umbrella pines and Mediterranean Aleppo pines. Magnificent eucalyptus trees were all over the broad avenues, standing singly or in groups in parks and private gardens.

After Nice came Cap Ferrat, then Juan-les-Pins, the road to Cap d'Antibes, Grasse, and finally Cannes, the world-famous resort frequented by millionaires and celebrities, bums and musicians, students and tourists of every description, from every corner of the globe.

At the entrance to the chateau, Maurice parked the limousine. In the rear, Melissa had arranged her clothing properly. She and Steve had checked the front of his pants to see if there was any evidence of his release. There wasn't. This made the youth feel much more comfortable.

As Maurice held open the rear right door of the vehicle, Melissa alighted first, with Steve following behind her. The chauffeur helped each out by the arm.

"Thank you, Maurice," said Mrs. Staunton. "We won't be needing you any longer this evening," she smiled. Maurice bowed from the waist and this interested Steve. He'd seen things like this only in movies. It also amused him. But he didn't grin because Maurice was looking directly into his eyes.

"Good evening," said Maurice. Without looking at either Steve or Mrs. Staunton, he climbed behind the wheel and headed the vehicle in the direction of the garage behind the great house.