Monday Sept. 4, 1978
Doug Anderson had moved to Europe in the summer of 1978 for work. His head office was in Geneva, but most of his time was spent in the south of France. He kept an apartment in Nice, 5
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largest city in France, gateway to Italy and a hotbed of crime and corruption.
The Cote D'Azur was the playground of the rich and famous. Rock stars, Hollywood legends and faded European royalty all lived there. From Cannes to Monaco, there was always a party going on; and always a seamy undercurrent of criminality persisted. Smugglers, drug dealers, con men and prostitutes were everywhere.
Nice was its capital and for Doug, a transplanted Canadian from Montreal, it was a great place to be.
Doug was 6'3" tall, blonde and blue eyed with a trim body honed by years of competitive swimming. At the age of 27, he still swam to stay in shape and had a very impressive physique with broad shoulders, slim waist, and very strong legs. He was also the proud owner of a very large, fat 10-inch cock that the super tight jeans of the day did little to hide.
Mondays were a slow workday for Doug as most of his clients were closed for the day. He decided to head to the beach for a swim and to work on his tan.
There were public beaches in Nice, but he preferred the private beach clubs. Doug's favourite was La Floride Beach Club. For a fee, you could rent towels, locker, beach lounger with umbrella and use the change rooms.
La Floride had a crew of young men, barely out of secondary school, who served food and drink and generally took care of the guests. They worked for tips, so they were very enthusiastic. They also spent their days trying to get laid, posing in their little Speedos, flexing their muscles, and doing calisthenics. Anything to impress the women.
They knew Doug as a regular customer and a good tipper. They were also in awe of his physique and knew the ladies appreciated his good looks.
Doug was greeted at La Floride by Mario, the head of this gang of junior body builders. Mario was a bit older than the others and kept the best clients for himself. He showed Doug to his beach chair and took his order for a large bottle of sparkling water with a twist of lime.
Doug did some quick stretches, put on his goggles and walked into the surf. The water was warm and relaxing as he slowly swam out to sea. After a few minutes of loosening up, Doug turned east and swam with a measured stroke, powerfully plowing through the water. After about 20 minutes, he turned and swam back.
Emerging from the water, he noticed that someone was sitting in the beach lounger next to his. This was Mario's handiwork, making sure attractive women were put next to Doug's spot. Big tips were an effective motivator.
As he approached his chair, Doug saw she was a tall blonde woman with a very strong build: powerful thighs, broad muscular shoulders, very well toned overall. She wore a light blue bikini, oversized sunglasses and a broad brimmed straw hat.
He grabbed a towel and stood next to his chair drying off. She pulled her glasses down her nose and watched him, peering out from under her hat, admiring his build and the substantial bulge in his Speedo.
Doug sat down on his chair facing her and said hello, reaching out to shake her hand.
"My name is Douglas Anderson"
"I'm Irina Proshkova."
"Irina, do I detect a slight accent?"
"Yes, I am Russian, but I live in Nice now."
"How did you end up in Nice, Irina?"
"I was with the Kirov Ballet but defected while on tour in Paris 10 years ago. My career was going nowhere, and I had no future in Russia, so I ran."
"But why Nice?"
"The Ballet de Nice offered me a prominent position with guaranteed employment and a beautiful apartment."
Irina had pulled a bottle of sunscreen from her bag and was rubbing the lotion into her legs and arms. The shiny lotion emphasized the musculature of her body and Doug admired her physique.
"Would you do my back for me Douglas?" Irina said handing him the bottle.
She lay down and reaching back undid her top. Her ample breasts pressed out to the side as they squished into the beach lounger.
Doug pored a generous amount of lotion onto her back and went to work, running his hands all over her back to spread the lotion. He ran his thumbs slowly up either side of her spine then out to the shoulders. He worked his thumbs gently into her trapezius muscles and up to the base of the neck.
"That feels so good, Douglas. You've done this before."
He worked one shoulder at a time, working the deltoids and up into the neck area, spreading the lotion. Irina sighed audibly, relaxing her body into the beach lounger.
He worked downwards, kneading her powerful glutes, enjoying the strength in her firm ass. Her hamstrings were like tensioned steel
Doug was distracted by cries coming from the front. He looked up and laughed. The crew of the La Floride had made a six-man human pyramid. Mario was going from one to the other, massaging suntan lotion into their shoulders. The whole crew was grinning mischievously at Doug as he worked on Irina.
Irina looked up and laughed.
