We found our way back to our seats with her playing with me ass the whole length of the train. I was growing quite fond of her as noticed the way the pink silk blouse highlighted her subtle breasts. The hint of the floral bouquet of her perfume wafted towards me as to capture my olfactory senses and send them on overdrive. The gentle swaying of the cabin in its back and forth motion made me think of slow great sex. I looked at my watch. We had about an hour before we would arrive at our destination. I didn't know if this as much of a turn on to April as it was to me, so I took a chance and I said. "You look so lovely this morning. I'm sorry I didn't mention it earlier. I have a strange question to ask. Do you feel the motion of the train?"
"Yeah, I feel it. I like that rocking motion. It is a turn on to me. So what are you going to do about it?" she said coyly.
"Do you want head down to the baggage car with me?"
"OK, lover. Follow me."
So we head down to the baggage car, but because of security reasons, it is off limits. As luck would have it, there is a private compartment that is unoccupied. We waste no time. Our hands are all over each other. She rubs my cock which is getting hard from the excitement. I have my hands working on her tits as we are devouring each ours mouths. She reaches down and unzips my fly and unleashes my manhood. She droops to the floor to take it to her fervent mouth. The rocking of the train and her bobbing on my cock sends me in to a state of pleasure that is really hard to describe. She stands up and hikes her skirt. Much to my surprise, she wasn't wearing any panties. She smiled at me wickedly as she turned around leaned against the glass with her beautiful ass sticking straight out for me to take to new heights. I entered her soaked pussy and stroked her in tuned with the rhythm of the train.
"Faster! Harder!" She cried out.
I obliged her and picked up the pace where I was slamming her hard. I felt her tighten up as her back arched up.
'Oh, God! I'm cumming!"
I pulled out and had her drop to her knees with her mouth open. I finished up by cumming in her mouth. She took the creamy load willing. She then got up and gave me a big kiss where I could taste my own semen on her lips.
"Thank you, my lover, I needed that so badly.'
"Thank you Sweetheart." I gave her another kiss.
We got our stuff together and made our way back to seats. The train was about ten minutes out when it started to decelerate. Looking out the windows was better now. The scenery was truly breathtaking. I can see why someone would have a large estate in this part of the country. As the train pulls into the station, I call the phone number that I was given for the contact. The person I talked with said that they would be sending a car to pick us up in half an hour. We get off the train and gather our belongings. The old world charm of Avignon has started to cast its spell on me. I see all the various people going to and fro as they live their daily lives. It always astounds me to see that no matter the difference in language, life goes on around.
April and I work our way to front of the station. The city opens out with the river on one side and the winding roads that inlay the city from a main market. There were a few people hanging out in front of the station with us. There was a young Turkish guy who kept asking me if I wanted to buy some hashish. Nearby the station, I noticed some porno shops.
"What do you think? Think we have time?" I said curiously.
"Hey, remember why we are here," she said firmly. "But maybe when we leave, we can."
In due time, a long black sleek Rolls Royce glides up to where we are sitting. A very beautiful and exotic Vietnamese woman exited the vehicle
"Mousier and Mademoiselle? You must be from the museum? My master is expecting you.'
"Merci," I said. This must be a ride. I brought our bags over to the very fine ride. What I imagined as delicate features were quickly dismissed as her strong arms manhandled to bags into the massive trunk. She held the door for us I let April slide in to the expanse of the classic ride. I followed, and then I found myself sitting on a cushion of velvet. We were whisked in to the winding streets.
As we drove through the back roads of the French countryside, I couldn't help but think what was waiting for us when we arrived. There were rows and rows of vineyards as we climbed the steep roads to the chateau. We came to the entrance which had a old brick gate and wooden doors. As we crossed the threshold, I could see that centuries old structure that loomed over the landscape. There were lavish gardens that surrounded the property with marble fountains. The car pulled in front of the fantastic structure. We were greeted by our hosts.
