They drove down to France, taking turns on the long journey. The baby slept in its seat strapped to the front seat of the car. The boot was crammed with bags, as was half the back seat. With ten miles to go to the villa, Josie was driving and Oliver was half-dozing in the back seat behind the baby. As the car rounded a corner on the narrow, dusty road, three teenage girls leapt from the verge ahead, animatedly waving them down. Josie stopped the car and the girls rushed to the window, jabbering away excitedly in French.
Josie, bemused but in surprisingly good humour, said 'Anglaise. En Anglais?'
The tallest girl, strikingly pretty, suddenly realised. 'Ah, of course. Pardon. Can you 'elp us, we are trying to get back to the school - we 'ave been swimming in the lake and we will be late back. We will be in big trouble.'
As she spoke, she leant down to speak to Josie through the window, treating her and Oliver to the captivating view down the front of her loose crop-top. Oliver's lazy hard-on, acquired during the last ten miles of sleepy fantasising, took on a new sense of urgency. 'Well, there's no room ...' he vaguely heard Josie saying. 'It's all right' said the girl 'we can squeeze in the back.'
With that, she raced round the back of the car, whilst the other two girls (also both rather horny, thought Oliver) flung open the back door behind Josie and scrambled in, piling up the bags between them and him, giggling and saying 'Bonjour. 'allo.' to him in their musical young voices. The door beside him was flung open and to his horror the first girl climbed in and sat on his lap, her legs straddling his. 'Er ...' he began plaintively, trying desperately to press back into the seat to keep his erection away from her bottom. He looked at Josie, who had turned to look, grinning knowingly at his discomfort.
'Never mind, dear, I'll try and avoid the bumps.'
She started the car off. The girls were cooing and reaching out to stroke the baby. The girl on Oliver's lap leant forward to peer over the back of the front seat at the tot and gently - and clearly to Oliver, very deliberately - squirmed her bottom back against his erection. 'My, what have we got here?' he thought, and equally gently and deliberately moved his hips to rub himself against her. She responded instantly; her short summer skirt had ridden up as she sat on him, and only her knickers and his thin shorts separated them. Her short, baggy crop-top hung forward; stealing himself against an outraged scream, he slipped his left hand gently onto her waist; the girl continued cooing to the baby and talking to her friends. He slid his hand up onto her left breast, firm and beautifully formed, as he'd seen earlier. He caressed it gently, tweaking the erect nipple between finger and thumb. The movement of her hips against him was sensuous and rhythmical.
Oliver was having difficulty believing his luck: here was this gorgeous young French girl, a total stranger, actively getting off with him in the most daringly erotic manner, with his wife a few feet away totally oblivious. 'Well, go for it Oliver!' he thought. Slipping his hands under her skirt, he tugged her knickers down. She co-operated perfectly, lifting her bottom to allow him to slip them down as he simultaneously pulled down the waistband of his shorts to liberate his penis. With some deft manipulation, he lifted her gently back onto him. She was wet, and with her legs spread either side of his he could push easily into her. She was exquisite: her vagina clung to him as she worked herself back onto his penis. He resumed caressing her breast as they fucked slowly. After a couple of minutes, she slipped her hand under her skirt and began to masturbate. They came together, silently, but both rigid in ecstasy.
Moments later, they turned into the grounds of the villa and pulled up. In the commotion of the others leaping out, the girl lifted herself from him and pulled her knickers up; he slipped himself back into his shorts and she climbed out of the car, turning to him with a lovely grin, uncertain, biting her bottom lip.
'Bon? Good?' she asked quietly.
'Tres bon. Incredible. You are a very ... exciting girl.' he replied as they followed the others to the villa.
'The school is just down the lane there.' she pointed, then called out to the two other girls who ran back.
'Can we come and see you tomorrow?' she asked.
'Of course. I'd ... we'd love you to join us. Perhaps you can show us round the area.'.
With waves, au revoirs and mercis the three girls ran off down the lane, Oliver staring wistfully after them, barely believing what had happened in the car and dreaming of what might happen on the rest of the holiday.
