Nice, Cote D'Azur, South of France, September 7, 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
th
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 blue eyed and blonde, 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.
It was a Thursday night and Doug wandered over to his favourite restaurant, The Felix, for some dinner and a few drinks. As he walked in, he was warmly greeted by the Maître d' Paul.
"Monsieur Dooglas, it is good to see you again, welcome back to the Felix"
French people couldn't get their minds around his first name. They would shake their heads in confusion and continue to mispronounce it until in the end they will always come out with "Dog". So, it's Douglas, or as they pronounced it, Dooglas.
"A drink before dinner Monsieur Dooglas?" Paul asked as he gestured towards the bar. "We have a special treat for you tonight"
Doug's mind immediately turned to the Felix's fish soup, their version of bouillabaisse with a Niçoise twist that was his favourite dish.
"We have two of your compatriots here tonight, you can share your stories about life in Canada"
As they walked to the bar, Doug noticed 2 blonde women in conversation with Pierre the bartender. He looked up as they approached and gave a broad smile and pointed to the seat next to the 2 blondes.
"Monsieur Dooglas, welcome back, it has been too long" he said in French.
Doug ordered his usual glass of Champagne in French to give the girls the idea he was a local. He wanted to stay a bit secretive while he learnt more. The champagne was delicious, and he sipped it slowly while checking out the 2 blondes.
One of them was standing and she was tall, maybe 5'10' with long straight pure blonde hair, statuesque and very good looking. The seated girl was shorter, cute as a button with curly reddish blonde hair and freckles to match. They would occasionally sneak a peak his way to check him out, but there was no conversation.
Doug was casually checking out the seated blonde as he reached for his glass but missed it, knocking it over, spilling champagne all over the bar.
"Oh Shit, sorry Pierre" he reacted instinctively in English.
That got the girls attention.
"You speak English. Where are you from? What are you doing here?"
The questions flowed from the two as they realized Doug might not be a typical French male with nothing on his mind but accessing female panties. The sitting girl turned in her chair and did the introductions.
"I'm Deedee and this is Sarah. We're from Toronto"
"I'm Doug, and I'm from Montreal"
"So that's why you speak such good French"
"Yes, but I am an anglophone originally. Are you travelling around Europe?"
"No, we're students here at the university. We're doing a year abroad."
"A whole year?"
"September to the end of May. Total French immersion."
"Are you living in the school dorms?"
"No, we've got a villa up in the hills."
Doug noticed the girls' drinks were empty so he asked if he could buy them a drink.
"Champagne?"
"Yes please, we love champagne" Deedee nodded enthusiastically.
"Pierre, could we have a bottle of champagne please. I promise not to knock it over this time."
They settled into their drinks and as they talked, Doug had a chance to get a good look at the two girls. Sarah was undoubtedly the better looking of the two. Tall, long legged, her boobs hidden behind a flouncy peasant blouse. She was a real beauty with a smile that lit up her face and radiated warmth and a caring soul. A bit shy and reserved, she was careful with her words and a bit guarded.
Deedee was the more outgoing of the two, clever with a devilish glint in her eyes and a wicked sense of humour. She was very attractive in her own way, with small perky boobs that she loved to tease you with, offering an occasional look down her top as she reached for her glass of champagne.
They were old friends, schoolmates for many years, and they made a perfect team.
"Why do they call you Monsieur Dooglas?"
"Because I don't like being called Dog."
"And what is Dooglas doing in Nice?"
"I work here. Head office is in Geneva, but most of my time is spent around the south of France."
"But what exactly do you do?"
"I am a gemologist. I represent a very high-end New York jeweller. I travel around doing appraisals, and visit jewellers, auction houses and estate sales buying gems that get shipped back to New York."
"But why Nice? Wouldn't you find more stuff in Paris and other big cities?"
"Yes, but, there's a lot of money on the Riviera, old money, and that's what I'm looking for, old money with old jewels."
As they warmed to each other Doug noticed the girls checking him out. Deedee especially seemed to enjoy the view, gazing longingly at the bulge in his pants.
They were running out of champagne, so Doug offered to buy them dinner.
"Pierre, could you please see about a table for three?"
"I believe Paul has a table ready for you" and nodded towards the Maître d' who led them to a table towards the back. This gave Doug a chance to check out the two girls from behind. Sarah had long legs that went all the way up to a gorgeous ass that was high, tight and firm; nicely displayed in silky harem pants over strappy sandals. She didn't need high heels.
Deedee wore high heels and a super tight pair of jeans. Her butt was an ass man's dream, heart shaped and mesmerizing. As they approached the table she turned around and caught him looking at her rear end. She gave him a sly "Gotcha" wink and kept walking, waving her ass at him as she went.
Their table was a nice intimate semi-circular banquette at the back with a view over the main room. They squeezed in, Sarah and Doug on the outside, Deedee in between.
"Boy, you must have some pull around here to get a table like this."
"We go way back."
"What do you mean way back, how old are you?"
"I'm 27, but my boss did the same work for twenty years. He got married and had children, settled down in New York and hired me. He was my mentor and put me in touch with all his contacts. That included the Felix and my hotel."
"You stay in a hotel?"
"Yeah, it's not too far from here. I've got an apartment on the top floor with a little terrace. "
"What shall we eat?" Sarah asked as she scanned the menu.
"I love the steak and fries here."
"We love steak and fries, let's have that."
They ordered 3 steak and fries with a nice bottle of Cotes du Rhone and settled in to finish their champagne. The talk came easily as they enjoyed each others company.
"We're so glad we bumped into you; we were getting tired of having to speak French all the time." Deedee said as she caressed Doug's thigh under the table.
"We get hit on all the time by these horny Frenchmen who won't take no for an answer. They drive us nuts. It's nice to be with a big handsome Canadian man who can scare off those sleazeballs." She looked me straight in the eyes and continued caressing my thigh.
Their food arrived and they ate at a leisurely pace, enjoying the wine, talking about their school, Doug's work and about life on the Cote D'Azur.
The band had started up, a trio playing jazzy versions of popular hits and people were starting to dance.
After the plates had been cleared, Deedee pushed Doug towards the end of the table saying, "Come on, I want to dance."
"Are you going to be all right all by your lonesome Sarah?"
"Yes, I'll be fine, you two go and have fun."
Off they went to the dance floor, Deedee shaking her ass all the way. The first dance was a nice reggae song that had them moving slowly and sensually, not touching but very close to each other. Deedee looking him up and down, liking the way he moved.
As luck would have it, the next song was a slow one and Deedee slid comfortably into Doug's arms. Their height difference became apparent as she was staring straight into the vee of his neck. She snuggled in, wrapped her arms around him and held tight as they swayed to the music.
The feel of her body and her wonderful perfume had the predictable result. Doug's cock started swelling, unfurling down his leg and growing thicker. Deedee could obviously feel it, she couldn't miss it! She started rubbing her body against his cock making it grow to near full hardness. She moaned as she felt it grow, looking at Doug lustily as she kept rubbing.
The song ended and Deedee said, "We better get back to Sarah."
"Wait a minute, I can't go anywhere like this" Doug said, looking down at the massive snake in his tight jeans. She stepped back, looked down and gasped in awe at what she saw.