Vanessa woke up pretty quickly after Ana came into our room, but unfortunately for me, there wasn't enough time for a late-morning threesome. Though Vanessa and I
might
have had a quickie whilst Ana was in the shower. After that I took a shower myself then Ana and I packed up our belongings and booked ourselves a cab to Heathrow airport. Vanessa saw us off with a kiss goodbye and gave my cock a little cheeky stroke, ensuring I'd be horny for my entire trip to France. So thanks for that, Vanessa.
We made it to Heathrow on time and did all the usual airport stuff before we boarded our flight to Paris. I was posing as Ana's assistant so physical contact was minimal at best, but I was used to that from my travels with Christina Hendricks. Anyway, the flight to France was nice and quick, which was somewhat jarring when your only experience of air travel is flying across the Atlantic.
We touched down in France at 3.30pm local time and took a cab to our hotel. Ana had media duties in the early evening, which meant I had a little time to finally relieve my preflight horn by fucking her on the hotel bed. After cumming all over her face, the two of us took a shower and fucked again quickly once she'd washed it all off.
I watched a bit of French TV while Ana was getting ready then headed out to do some sightseeing while she was at work. I went to all the usual places, the Louvre, Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomphe etc. All pretty cool but really I was just killing time before the action started. I got a text from Ana while I was wandering down Champs-Elysees, telling me she was going straight to her friend's and that I should meet her there. She sent me the address and I hailed a cab to take me straight there (luckily for me, the driver spoke English).
The cab dropped me off on an affluent street in the Paris suburbs. I quickly located the house in question, rocked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. As I said in the previous chapter, I had a good idea who Ana's French friend might be and, sure enough, the door swung open, revealing the very gorgeous face of none other than Lea Seydoux. I'd always found her very attractive, so when Ana told me we were going to France, her name was the first that popped into my head. She was dressed semi-formally, in what appeared to be some kind of dress/jacket hybrid, with a white collared shirt underneath.
"Bonjour, you must be Tyler," she said, extending her hand.
"Hi," I replied as I shook her hand. "Yeah, that's me. It's great to meet you."
"Great to meet you too," Lea said back. "Please, come in."
She stepped to the side and ushered me through, closing the door behind me. I looked around my immediate surroundings, which I think could be best described as quaint, quirky and, well...French.
"Nice place you've got here."
"Thank you," said Lea as she took off down the hall, beckoning me to follow. "Come, Ana's through here."
I followed Lea to the end of the hall and through to the lounge where Ana was waiting on a long black couch. She was dressed in the same outfit she'd left our hotel in, which consisted of a white dress shirt and tight black pants. Only now her stilettos were removed.
"Bonjour," she said as I entered the room. If you didn't think that Ana's accent could get any sexier, wait until you hear her speak French.
"Well, hello," I replied as I sat down beside her. "How was work?"
"Long," said Ana, puckering her already full set of lips as she leaned in for a kiss.
I gave her a little peck on the lips then wrapped an arm around her back as she moved in closer, pulling her feet up onto the couch as she leant against my shoulder.
"Aww, you guys are cute," Lea grinned. "Wine?"
"Please," said Ana, sounding like she needed some badly.
Lea giggled then went off to fetch some. Ana turned and looked at me, raising her eyebrows as Lea left the room.
"I like," I said.
"I thought you might," Ana replied. "Glad I found someone you haven't fucked yet."
"Yeah," I laughed. "One out of four ain't bad I guess."
"Shut up," said Ana, trying and failing to stifle a grin.
Lea returned a minute or so later, carrying three glasses and what looked like a very expensive bottle. She arranged the glasses on her brushed oak coffee table and poured one out for each of us.
"Thanks," I said.
I reached for my glass but Lea stopped me with a very French-sounding, "Ah-ah-ah," followed by a wag of her finger. "You have to let it breathe."
I raised my hands in apology and settled back into the couch. Lea took a seat in an opposing chair and the three of us got to chatting. She asked me if it was my first time here, and when I told it was, she asked me what I thought of the city and how much of it I'd seen. Of course I told her that I really liked it and filled her in on my day of sightseeing, no doubt butchering every pronunciation, apart from the Eiffel Tower.
After what must have been a full thirty minutes, we were finally allowed to sample the wine. My verdict? Pretty good, actually. Not sure it was worth the half-hour wait, but I guess that's how they do things here. We talked some more while we drank our wine then took the bottle through to the kitchen-diner so Lea could start on dinner.
She knocked up a delicious chicken chasseur and we ate it at the table with a second bottle of wine. The conversation flowed with Lea and Ana having a lengthy catch up, and Lea asking us what we did in London. For desert she made us creme brulee and we switched from wine to an after-dinner coffee.
Swallowing her last mouthful of creme brulee, Ana returned her spoon to the dish and pushed it back to show that she was finished.
"Mmm! Magnifique!" Ana exclaimed as she gave a little chef's kiss.
"Yeah, that was delicious, Lea. Thank you very much," I added, taking a sip of my coffee.
"You're welcome, both of you," Lea grinned back.
"You guys have excellent food," Ana declared, scooping up the last of her creme brulee with the tip of an index finger.
"Right?" said Lea. "There's only one thing we like more than eating."
"Oh, really?" asked Ana, raising an eyebrow. "And what's that?"
Lea smirked and finished her coffee. "Why don't we go upstairs so I can show you?"
"Sounds good to me," Ana declared, and with that the two of them rose to their feet.
Lea turned and looked at me. "You too," she said, and I leapt out of my chair as quickly as my muscles could propel me.
Lea took Ana by the hand and led her through to the hallway. Of course I followed closely behind, with my eyes all but glued to their asses as they continued up the stairs and across the first floor landing. Lea led Ana into her bedroom and I followed in behind them. Turning to face each other, Ana wrapped her arms around the small of Lea's back while Lea draped hers over Ana's shoulders. I moved in closer, wrapping an arm around each of them until Ana's right hand pressed against my chest and gently pushed me back.