I woke late the following morning and was alone in my room, I had no idea if Lucy and Chantal had stayed all night and left before I woke up, or left at some point during the night. I do know that I was feeling pretty exhausted from the previous day's exertions and was looking forward to a quiet day by the pool, however, this was a working holiday and as such I would have to check whether I was expected to fulfil any duties.
I got out of bed and went over and opened the French door that led onto the poolside terrace. I heard chattering voices and leaning out saw Olivia, Lucy and Chantal sitting in the outside dining area having breakfast. Pulling on a pair of shorts and a T shirt I went out to join them, it was a stunning day with a glorious Mediterranean blue sky.
"Ah there is life at last!" Olivia said smiling, "That was quite an evening was it not Simon? I gather it did not end after I went to bed, you must be exhausted?"
"I am a little tired I must admit but it was a long hard day yesterday!" I said with a grin and a wink.
"Yes quite so, as you say, long and hard,"
"Come and sit down and have some breakfast you need to keep your strength up Simon," Lucy said giggling with Chantal.
Both she and Chantal were wearing shorts and a bikini top, Olivia had a simple but obviously elegant summer dress of white linen.
Just then Isabelle appeared from inside the villa with a basket of fresh croissants and a jug of coffee.
"Good morning Simon and how is our panty expert this morning? Have you recovered from all your efforts last night?"
It was obvious that I had been the topic of some conversation this morning, however the smell of fresh croissants removed any reticence I had and sitting down, I replied with reserved grin. "Fully recovered thank you,"
Sitting at the table in a beautiful villa with three gorgeous women in the warm sunshine and realising that I was being paid for this experience, hell I'd have happily been here for free! I had to pinch myself just to check I wasn't dreaming.
The next few days were spent chilling by the pool and escorting Lucy and Chantal to local restaurants and bars in the evenings. Olivia was out a lot visiting friends so we really only saw her at breakfast, things had slowed down on the sex front although there was a memorable night following an evening out in Nice and way too much champagne. However, it was at breakfast on the Friday after our arrival that Olivia announced that she needed me to accompany her that evening to a friend's apartment in Cannes.
"Simon, I need you to drive me to Cannes this evening, I have a bridge night organised, and I would appreciate it if you could please dress accordingly,"
"Yes of course Olivia," I replied. "I hope you are not expecting me to partner you or anyone? I'm afraid I have never played bridge in my life,"
"Do not worry Simon, I'll not be expecting you to play bridge, please be ready with the car at 7 O'clock," Olivia said with a slightly mischievous smile.
At the allotted hour I was standing in the drive of the villa, the rear door of the Jag open and ready for Olivia the engine purring behind me as I waited.
I could hear Olivia in the vestibule as she said her goodbyes to Lucy, and then she appeared at the door.
Olivia may be "older" but this woman was a babe! Elegant, classy and incredibly sexy all rolled into one. A sleeveless peacock blue chiffon dress flowing seductively as she approached the car and then gracefuly poured herself on to the back seat.
I was transfixed by this vision of loveliness, so much so that I simply stood gaping at her as she sat in the car.
"Are you going to stand there all night Simon or are we going get going?"
"I'm so sorry, I do hope it is not inappropriate for me to say that you look stunning this evening?"
"No Simon, it's not inappropriate at all, in fact very welcome, thank you. Now if you don't mind let's move along or we'll be late and I can't abide tardiness,"
"Yes of course!" I said as I jumped into the driver's seat and set off.
We dropped down into Cannes from Mougins and once down by the old port I turned left and drove along the Croisette past world famous designer shops and the iconic Carlton Hotel. The Mediterranean sparkled blue in the early evening sun as the Croisette was filled with people promenading before taking dinner in one of the many restaurants or on their balconies overlooking the bay of Cannes.
The apartment of Olivia's friend was at the far end of the Croisette near the point where Cannes becomes a peninsular and there are several apartment blocks.
Following Olivia's directions I pulled into an underground garage of one of these blocks. We took the lift to the seventh and top floor and rang the door bell. The door was opened immediately by a liveried butler and we were shown into a beautiful room which was part of what was obviously an enormous apartment. Looking through the room to a large balcony I could see two women talking with drinks in their hands, one of whom turned, smiling and putting her glass down came toward us greeting Olivia warmly.
"Olivia how lovely to see you again and, I see you have brought your young man with you as we discussed," Said the woman clearly English from her accent.
"As we discussed?" I thought to myself "What's been going on here then?"
"Judy a delight as always, may I introduce Simon who is down for the summer with us as company and chaperone to the girls,"
Now Judy was of a similar age to Olivia and equally stunning, probably two or three inches taller than her with sandy coloured hair and a proportioned but voluptuous figure. She was wearing white linen trousers and a black satin camisole, her jewellery oozed class and money as did her apartment.
"Simon, how very nice to meet you, Olivia has told me all about you," She said as she presented her hand to me in that "you may kiss the ring" sort of way.
I took her hand and lowering my head a little, brushed her fingers with my lips and said.
"The pleasure is entirely mine, and may I say how kind it is of you to invite me in to your beautiful home,"
"Oh how very charming, how nice to come across such lovely manners and good looking as well!" "Come Simon you must meet our friend Anna who is from Holland," And with that she walked ahead through the lounge and open French doors to a large balcony. Her movements were elegant and languid as she walked and the thin linen trousers gave me a wonderful hint of the white knickers she was wearing.
Anna appeared to be maybe ten or so years younger than Olivia and Judy, very blonde and trim but there was still an interesting looking cleavage on view from the white and floral printed silk maxi dress she wore. The top of which was a halter design and tied at the back of her neck and undoubtedly was the only thing supporting her breasts.
"Lovely to meet you Simon," She said with hardly a hint of accent and presenting both cheeks for a kiss,
I was slightly concerned knowing that a bridge school needed four people and at the moment I was the fourth and had not the first idea how to play.