This is the 3rd chapter in this 'Amy' series. The three of them go to a club and meet another couple, bringing them back to the hotel. If people would like to see a 4th and final chapter, please let me know. I hope you enjoy it!
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Late in the afternoon, I awoke to the sounds of the girls talking and laughing in the bath as they were getting ready to go out. I rolled out of bed and chased them out of the bath for a few minutes as I got ready myself. Amy lingered for a moment, running her nails down the muscles of my stomach, catching our reflection in the mirrors. "Like a statue," she purred. Then she ran out to join Marie as I showered up.
We had decided to dinner in Cannes then club in Nice, perhaps going on to Monte Carlo. The concierge recommended a wonderful restaurant on Rue Saint Antoine, the romantic sloping street near the fort where restaurant after restaurant opens to the pedestrians wandering past.
We secured a table in the perfect location to be able to talk and watch passers-by. The waiter joined us for a moment, sitting with us and recommending dishes while we looked at the menus. We were all hungry after the afternoon and decided quickly on a selection of fresh seafood and local vegetable dishes. We knew everything would be fresh, the fish from this morning's catch and the vegetables from today's farmers market.
I chose a light wine to start with as we had the long night before us. The girls were gorgeous in their new clothes, in high spirits and chatting gaily. As the food arrived we dug in with gusto. I took a few moments to feed Amy a few bites from my plate, something she likes. Marie caught on and fed her too, making Amy blush a little in public but feeling very well looked after.
One of the gentlemen from an adjoining table caught my eye, looked at the girls and winked, I cold not help but to smile and shrug – life was certainly good.
Amy leaned in to Marie and in a voice only the three of us could hear asked, "How are you so very good with me, yet new to boys?"
Marie stopped eating for a moment, blushing charmingly. "I was at all-girls schools until college," She smiled, more confident. "I have had several girlfriends... I like girls and boys, but have only had one boyfriend."
She asked in return, "How did you come to seduce me so easily, so well on the train?"
It was Amy's turn to blush, replying, "We've talked about it before. I've thought about it many times. It is something..."
Amy could not quite finish, so I whispered in Marie's ear, "It's something she thinks about when she takes care of herself. The idea has made her come a thousand times."
Amy protested, "It's your fault – you started it. You put the idea there."
I smiled. "Guilty."
Marie laughed and that set off Amy, sharing the laugh and raising her glass.
We finished dinner and headed for the station. On the train we captured seats, Amy and Marie started giving whispered accounts of our first night together; what each was thinking and feeling. We were becoming ready for each other again, the girls squirming in their seats, my hardness returning. Before things could get out of hand we arrived in Nice and hurried to a dance club Marie's friends had talked about.
After our long nap and dinner, the evening was starting and people were lining up outside the club. A few well placed Euros and we were in first, getting a table where we could see the floor. The music was club and house beats, it was very dark and there were fluorescent paintings and drawings all over the walls and pillars. It was about half full of people, all tan from their holidays and wearing very little in the August heat.
Marie went to the bar, chatting with the bartender and coming back with drinks and telling us what she had learned about the club. The bartender told her there were a lot of ravers that loved the place, if we wanted to dance all night we had come to the right spot. Marie confessed she had never tried ecstasy or anything like that, but her friends had and told her it made them feel sensual and energized. We could expect a thronging dance floor full of hot young bodies wanting to touch and be touched.
I took Amy's hand and we went to the floor. We were dancing close, it was getting packed. Other people were brushing up against us, not clumsily, but more for the body contact. Amy's eyes caught for a moment on a young man with an open shirt and hard, muscular chest. It was hard to tell who he was dancing with, but he was close to Amy and their eyes met.
Then my arm was grabbed and it was Marie, coming out to join us. Marie started dancing against me, touching me with her hips, her arms, her chest. I looked over at Amy and saw her dancing now with this man. She looked over at us, and we smiled in return. He was next to her then, putting a hand on her hip and guiding her closer.
Amy has always been an excellent dancer, and now she showed him how well she could move. He watched her for a bit, then moved even closer, holding her body against his own. I felt someone else against me, and had no idea who it was. Marie had moved until her legs were spread across my thigh and started lightly grinding on me. I put an arm around her hip and helped her on. Amy came back, a little flushed and wrapped herself around my other thigh. The music played on, thumping beats that made our bodies want to move.
We were packed in among some very beautiful people, some couples, some just dancing. The girls were wearing mainly bikini tops with shorts, the men open shirts. Body contact was becoming more and more common and I felt a hand run up my back as the girls were giving themselves up to the music and the sensations. A lovely young girl came dancing beside Amy, running her hands over Amy's back, then across her shoulder.
