We slept soundly that night on the train, the girls snuggled together and I across the compartment. As the first rays of light came through the window, I woke and lay there for a bit, enjoying the sight of Amy and Marie; their hair mixed up together, Amy draping a possessive arm around Marie, Marie holding it to her own breast.
The train stops early in Cannes, so I started quietly picking up the compartment and getting us ready to go. After a bit I leaned over and quietly whispered to them, stroking them lightly, bringing them back to earth as slowly as they wanted to come.
Amy was up first, gave Marie a warm kiss good morning, and went to go freshen. I stroked Marie's smooth legs and told her what a beautiful day it was, and when Amy returned and Marie went, I held Amy close and told her how much I loved her. Together we dressed for the city we love so much, and Amy picked out some nice bright clothes for Marie to wear until we could take her shopping.
When we reached our stop, we all cheerfully said goodbye to the conductor who gave me a wink, then went down the street towards our hotel. We checked in and went directly to our room, the girls thrilling over the beautiful suite and the lavish appointments while I tipped the bellboy and asked where the gym and pool facilities were.
The girls wanted to wash up right away. They went to the bath and started the shower, talking the whole time. I sat in the living area, not being able to resist the temptation to look in the door while they prepared for their bath. Amy caught me looking, and stuck out her tongue.
She reached over to Marie, interrupting her in mid-sentence, and pulled and held Marie in front of her while looking at me all the while. Amy then reached around and began unbuttoning Marie's blouse, one button at a time, going very slowly. Marie looked up and instantly understood the game, laying her head back upon Amy's shoulder – submitting to her will.
Amy ran her hands up along Marie's stomach, parting her shirt, exposing her breasts to me. Marie turned her head, planting soft kisses on Amy's neck as Amy ran her hands over Marie's breasts, lightly stroking her nipples. Marie languidly raised her head, and they both smiled at me – then Amy pulled them both towards the shower.
I went to the balcony, overlooking the Boulevard de la Croisette and south to the harbor beyond. The day was young, there were people walking the boulevard, to the west the wonderful farmer's market would be in full swing. Cars went busily to and fro, beginning their days here in the Rivera. As always I envied them and wondered why I never set up my home here. Perhaps one day I would.
Sounds began coming to me from the shower, echoing through the suite; the sounds Amy makes when she is being well taken care of. I went inside and walked to the bath, looking through the frosted glass I saw a sight that will always stay with me, an erotic statue of Venus and Aphrodite.
There was Amy, leaning back against the wall, the spray falling across her shoulders, her head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open. She was holding Marie firmly to her pussy, Marie on her knees before her, her hand moving inside Amy, her mouth kissing every inch outside. I could see Marie was fucking her well with her fingers while sucking her clit into her mouth.
Amy's eyes opened, and she tried to speak; "Oh God- she- she- so- good... uhhmmm..."
I watched as Marie serviced my wife, enjoying every moment. I wanted Amy to see me watching, know my pleasure in her own pleasure. Marie's fingers went faster and she seemed to be curving them so they would touch inside Amy just so, and Amy's body tightened, the muscles of her stomach showing clearly as she neared orgasm.
Amy was panting, her legs quivering when she buckled forward with a sharp yell, folding herself over Marie, her hips bucking forward again and again as Marie moved her fingers inside, giving Amy something to bear down upon in her orgasm.
Amy fell back against the wall, pulling Marie up to her. They kissed deeply as lovers, long, passionate, loving. They laughed quietly and I left the bath, closing the door, letting them share the moment and each other.
I ordered breakfast, typical strong coffee, baguette, jams, some cheese. It was delivered and I was halfway through it when the girls finally emerged from the bath. They were rosy cheeked and shining bright, both of them ravenously attacking the breakfast tray.
I went though the day's plan; I had a small bit of business to do, then we could meet for a late lunch. Afterwards, we could retire until dinner, then enjoy the nightclubs. I asked what they wanted to do with the morning, knowing the answer well; "Shopping!" they cried. We agreed to meet for a late lunch at a corner café near the hotel.
That afternoon found me at the corner café, enjoying the hot weather and going over my notes from the meetings. I had changed into a light shirt and shorts, enjoying the beautiful people around me, wondering again why I did not live in this town. I heard familiar laughter down the street, looking up to see Amy and Marie coming towards me, each carrying shopping bags and each wearing a smile. They sat themselves at the table and proceeded to order lunch, telling me the stories of their morning.
Amy looked radiant. She had found a friend and lover in Marie, even if only for a short while. They talked about the stores, the prices, and what was absolutely essential to add for the perfect finish to each outfit they had purchased. Marie was flushed, thrilling in Amy's attentions, immensely enjoying the freedom she found with us. I ordered a bottle of wine with lunch, we shared our food with each other, our ease with each other only increasing as the meal went on.
