A French Tale
It was late August when l drove my car towards the town of Libourne South West France. I'd driven from Perpignan that day and it was getting late. They'd been showers and thunderstorms as l crossed country. My mood wasn't good after l'd split with my girlfriend the day before. We were suppose to go together to spend a month grape picking at a chateau we first met two years previously. But my French ex girlfriend decided to spend the rest of the year in Spain with a guy she was having an affair with. So l was mixed up emotionally and wasn't looking forward to being on my own picking grapes all month.
It was beginning to get dark by the time l reached the outskirts of Libourne. The girl was standing in the rain with her thumb out under a street light. I slowed down and wound the window down. In broken French l asked her where she was going and she replied to Bordeaux. I told her l wasn't going that far but could take her to the Libourne railway station. She agreed and got in my car. I noticed she was carrying a heavy rucksack but wore only light summer clothes.
I asked her where she had been and she replied au pair work for a family in the countryside but her contract ended the minute the schools started. Now she was going home to Poland on a long series of train journeys. We then began speaking in English once l knew she was Polish and both our command of French language was poor. She said her name was Justine.
I told her l was going to work grape picking for a month but wasn't looking forward to it all by myself. She said it sounded interesting and had never done that sort of work. So l asked Justine if she would like to spend a month picking grapes at the chateau. And she said ok.
By the time we arrived at the chateau it was dark. The family were having dinner when l rang the door bell. We were welcomed inside to join in sharing some of the meal. Madame Tournie remembered me from my previous visit. She spoke good English and enquired about my previous girlfriend. I said we were no longer together. Then she embarrassed Justine by asking how long we'd been together, by which Justine didn't reply. I said we'd only just met.
A room was organised across from the chateau in the old farm house. The room was very basic with three beds and a bathroom and shower. Justine sat on a bed across the room looking nervous and anxious. I asked her if it was ok to sleep in the same room as her and she said it was fine. So l said why she looked so worried and she replied she was embarrassed to take her clothes off. I laughed at her comments and reassured her that l'd seen lots of girls before and she need not worry l wouldn't look. She smiled nervously and walked off to the bathroom to shower.
I lay on the bed feeling tired and fell asleep for awhile to the sound of the shower water running. When l awoke Justine was in bed sleeping so l stripped off and walked naked to shower. On returning to my bed with just a towel l glanced across at Justine and she saw me naked in half light and smiled at me before closing her eyes.
As the grape picking at the chateau wasn't starting for another two weeks we had the farm to ourselves. Each day was a pleasure as Justine and l wandered around the area along the river Gironde and the long winding lanes. I noticed that the grapes were near to ripe ready for harvest. More people mainly local came to sign up to the harvest but all of them went back to the town. So we had the farm to ourselves until the locals returned to start the picking.
On the third night we had a lot of wine to drink during the evening meal. I noticed Justine loosen up after only two glasses of wine and her eyes begin to glaze. I took her back to the room where she lay on her bed mumberling about her ex lover. I stood over her as she began to touch herself with her hand and begin to masturbate. Her moans were mixed with her calling out the name of her ex lover Marion. I felt my cock rise in my shorts as l saw Justine finger her pussy.
She half opened her eyes and looked at my bulge and stroked the outline of my rising cock. She smiled as she began to open her mouth wide and roll her tongue round her lips. I knew what she wanted so l pulled down my shorts to expose my rock hard cock. Without a word Justine took a firm hold of my member and pulled me towards her open mouth where she began to lick the end of my cock.
It felt good as l entered her mouth and she rolled her tongue around making me feel so good. I wanted to cum in her throat but she squeezed hard the base of my tool. Then suddenly she released me but continued to masturbate until she began to orgasm making the bed wildly shake. I wanted to cum all over her face but Justine turned away and rolled up in a ball. I went to shower and jerked off under the hot water. When l returned to the room, Justine had fallen into a deep sleep, still dressed.
The next morning when l woke up Justine's bed was empty. I wondered if she'd left for good but her haversack was there in the corner. I opened the window overlooking the farm yard and saw her feeding the geese and hens while talking to Madame Tournie. She looked happy and healthy in the early morning light. Madame Tournie was twice her age but looked very attractive in her brightly coloured dress. She was a very touchy feely person as she stroked Justine's arm as they talked and walked around the yard.
When Justine came back to the room nothing was said about the night before as though it never happened. Justine told me she was going to spend an evening with Madame Tournie as she wanted to learn more French. I said that was a good idea. Later that evening after the meal l went back to my room while Justine went upstairs part of the chateau. I didn't see her again until the following morning.
