This story continues the adventures of Simon's time in the South of France and should be read in order. I know there is fun to come for Simon more, as while this series of stories has been chiefly fiction and fantasy. Several elements have a basis on a three month trip I made to the riviera many years ago. So please give me your thoughts and feedback.
...The drive back to the villa was a quiet affair with a palpable sexual tension existing with, in my view, Olivia still on heat, for want of a better expression. I pulled up outside, and Olivia, a vision of elegance, slipped out of the car and floated into the villa. I put the car away and strolled back into the house and on through to the pool terrace. Lucy and Chantal were sitting with a drink and chatting. The evening was still warm and balmy despite being past ten o'clock, a gentle breeze rustling the palms.
The pool lights were on, and Olivia stood talking to Lucy and Chantal with a faint glow showing through her chiffon dress.
"Ah, Simon, there you are, is the car safely put away?"
"Yes, I have also put the cover over it."
"Good, thank you, Simon, Chantal? Would you be a dear and get Simon and me a glass of Champagne, please."
"Yes, of course, Olivia," Chantal replied, getting up and going over to the pool bar and filling two glasses from the already open bottle on ice.
Both Chantal and Lucy were wearing simple loose summer dresses, braless from what I could see. Chantal brought our glasses of Champagne over to us without comment and went back to her lounger.
"Did you have a nice evening, mummy; I assume you won as usual?"
"A lovely and fascinating evening, thank you, Lucy. Although Liu and I were not on our best form tonight, we lost to Judy and Anna."
"Really! Wow, they must have been delighted. How long is it since you have been beaten?"
"Some considerable time, and yes, they were over the moon, I can assure you! Anyway, it is starting to get late, so Lucy, would you take Simon up to my room and get him ready for me, please!"
"Of course, mummy, the usual?"
"Yes, please, that will be fine," Olivia said, looking me straight in the eye.
"Umm, excuse me, what's going on here?" I asked, looking between Lucy and Olivia.
"What's going on, Simon is that you are going to do as you are told and go with Lucy," Olivia commanded me firmly.
It appeared I had little choice in the matter, but what on earth did "The usual" mean? Lucy took my hand and led me upstairs into Olivia's room.
"First things first, Simon, let's get you undressed, and in the shower, mummy will be up soon and is expecting you to be ready for her."
I felt like a little boy the way I was being treated but didn't see that I really had much choice. Lucy leaned into the shower, turned the taps on, and asked whether I needed any help to get undressed.
I told her to help herself, particularly as my having any control over events was not part of what was going on here! There was no seduction in the way my clothes came off, and once naked, I was told to get under the shower, which was more of a wet room design than a cubicle. I stood under the strong jets of hot water and looked for the soap only to see Lucy stepping out of her dress and kicking it across the floor of the bathroom. Her pale yellow panties quickly followed the dress to the floor as she picked up a sponge and some shower gel and walked into the shower with me. Lucy proceeded to very efficiently soap me all over and quietly and firmly stopped any attempt by me to touch her.
"You're all mummy's tonight Simon, my only job is to get you ready for her, starting with getting you clean."
Several minutes later, I was soaped, scrubbed, rinsed and dried by warm, luxurious towels, and wearing a towelling bathrobe. Still naked, Lucy led me out into the bedroom and told me to sit on the bed. She went over to a large chest of drawers, opened the bottom one, and took out a handful of silk scarves.
"Robe off, please, Simon, and lie on your back. Let's be getting you ready, shall we?"
I didn't need to be Sherlock Holmes to realise what was about to happen and, in truth, had not the slightest idea how I felt about it. The bed was obviously antique and solid wood in construction. Each corner had a post similar to a newell post on a staircase, with a thick circular bar running between them. At the head of the bed, ornate cushions hung by loops over the bar. My concern lay with the bed's size and that if I was to be tied to each corner, I would be split in two!
Lucy climbed onto the bed, patently not bothered by her nakedness started on the job of securing me.
"Now then, Simon, your hand, please," she said, taking my wrist and positioning it so that she could tie it to the bed head. She repeated the process with my other hand until I was unable to move. The scarves were not so tight that I was sure that I could have released myself with a bit of effort, but I decided to go along with whatever may be in store. Lucy continued to secure my legs and as with my hands, using the bar rather than the corner posts, thus avoiding splitting me in half! I was undoubtedly secure but in no way uncomfortable. Lucy leaned over me, her breasts grazing my chest and kissed me on the forehead. "There we are, all ready for mummy," she said, raising herself off the bed and leaving the room.
I had pillows under my shoulders, so I could see Olivia when she walked into the room, although floated may have been a better description. She was wearing a royal blue silk gown pulled tight around her, both sides pulled firmly into her cleavage, accentuating the swell of her breasts, her nipples pressing hard against the material.
A wide tie was cinched at her waist, the lower half of the gown flowing out over her hips. What a glorious sight this woman was, mature, shapely, and so obviously in her prime. I felt my heartbeat quicken as the blood started a natural course to my cock. Sitting on the edge of the bed like a mother about to comfort a sick child. Olivia leaned over and, with the gentlest nibble of my ear, whispered, "You are all mine tonight, Simon, mine and my hot, wet pussy to do with as we please."
She continued to nibble and lick my ear before moving to kiss me hard and passionately on the lips, her tongue darting into my mouth, probing and exploring. To be entirely passive and unable to react in any way was both highly erotic and frustrating simultaneously. However, I assume this to be the exercise's whole point of the exercise?