By Adam and Evie Zasse
To the best of our knowledge this story it true. Karen Cassidy herself told us the story and offered her personal insights. We spoke to Celestine Lunete by telephone and confirmed the details. Karen and Celestine live together in Toulon France.
The authors welcome your comments. We will pass on comments, questions and messages to Karen and Celestine.
Toulon is a mid size city in the south of France on the Mediterranean coast It is west of Cannes, Nice and Monaco. It is situated on one of the best a natural anchorage in the area. The harbor water is very calm due to the protection of the Saint Mandrier peninsula. Toulon is a major naval base and home to the French Mediterranean fleet. Mount Faron is located north of the city and offers a spectacular view of the city and harbor from its summit. The road to the top is impressive, as are the cable cars.
Clyde Bennett Ltd is a research company based in London England, with branch offices throughout Europe and two cities in the United States. The Toulon office is on rue Adolphe Guiol. C.B.Ltd. in Toulon is contracted to the French government to provide research and analysis of materials and facilities used by the French navy. The offices are staffed primarily with men. Most are British specialists and support personnel. There are also two American analysts, and one French researcher, all women, working on the current projects.
In Part One of this story Karen Cassidy and Celestine 'CeeCee' Lunete, both employees of Clyde Bennett Ltd in Toulon France, found a mutual attraction to each other and took the first exciting steps in their new relationship.
In Part Two, Karen and Celestine continue their personal relationship which has blossomed into love.
Karen Cassidy was returning to her office, having spent the morning in the basement lab, working on a special project for John Quince, the District Manager of Clyde Bennett, when he signaled her from the front of the open office complex.
"Staff meeting in the conference room." John Quince said, motioning her through the hallway.
"Sorry I didn't know." I said as they walked.
"One of the problems we're going to talk about. John Quince said, holding the door for her to enter.
"Now that we are all here." He said, as the conversation in the room quieted.
"To begin. Is anyone working on projects that are time sensitive, jobs that must be completed within the next few weeks?" He said, scanning the room.
"Good." He continued when no one spoke up.
"The home office in London, has come to an agreement with the owners of this building after several weeks of negotiations. Clyde Bennett is purchasing the property. That means that the offices on the forth floor will become ours as well. The building is going to be remodeled including a new reception area in the lobby and some needed improvements in the telephone and computer lines. A bit of paint here and there and a few new pieces of equipment for the lab." John Quince said, pausing as the staff started talking among themselves.
"But there is a price that we are going to have to pay." He said, trying to hide a smile. "Work will start this weekend and continue all of next week. By close of business tomorrow, I need all proprietary files placed in the vault and all person property removed from the building for safety."
"I know this is a hardship on us all, but as of next Monday, you are all going to be forced to accept a weeks paid holiday." John Quince said.
That evening, Karen and Celestine sat in the small café where they first met socially. People came and went around them, but they barely noticed. They talked in whispers about what they could do with an entire week. Shopping was discussed at length as well as what they could do in private. Karen no longer worried about holding hands with another woman in public. She didn't even worry about kissing another woman in public. When she was with Celestine, she didn't worry about much of anything. She was a bit surprised when Celestine took out several brochures from her purse and slid them across the small table.
"I know what we can do." Celestine said, a smile lighting her face. "I have wanted to do this for a long time and now is the perfect time."
"We can rent a car and drive to Saint Tropez, Cannes or even Nice." Celestine said."
"Or we could take a train and see the same sites. We would have to follow the train schedule though." She added.
"Or we could take a cruise and see more. They only allow several hours at each stop, but our room and everything else goes with us." She said, taking a deep breath. "A week together. A day each in Nice, Pisa, Rome, Capri, and Barcelona."
It really wasn't a difficult decision. We wanted to spend time together, doing what we wanted and not tied to a schedule. As much as we both wanted to spend the night together, we decided that it would be better to start packing and making arrangements, which CeeCee wanted to do. The next morning CeeCee pulled up in front of my apartment in a different car. She rented an Audi for our trip, which had much more room that her small car. Bags in the trunk and a quick kiss and we were off.
I must stop here to explain a few things. I have never been keen on geography. When I was in school it seemed like some countries where changing names on a weekly basis. I was genuinely surprised to learn that the city that I lived and worked in, Toulon, was considered the western end of the Cote d Azur, The French Riviera. It was only a little over an hour's drive to St Tropez, which was our first stop. St Tropez is the famous, or infamous, jetset destination. The playground for the rich and famous. We intended to stay there for a day or two and drive on the Cannes, Nice, and possibly Monte Carlo, which was less than three hours from Toulon. St Tropez or actually the beach at St Tropez would prove to be a significant milestone in my life. More about that later.
I think CeeCee could have had a great career as a tour guide. She kept up a running story about the sights that we saw, and made the drive very entertaining. We pulled into the small parking lot of the Pavillion de Pampelonne and carried our few bags into the lobby, where we registered. The owners were British so at least part of the language barrier for me was lessened. Our room was actually a suite with it's own private terrace. The grounds were beautiful and charming. There were flowers everywhere. The pool was crystal clear with an adjoining hot tub. CeeCee had made wonderful arrangements.
"I would like to see the beach." CeeCee said as she threw her bag on the big oversized bed.
"Why not. That's why we are here." I said.
We both stripped out of our clothes and slipped into out bathing suits. CeeCee had a rather revealing black bikini, and I put on my more modest two piece suit.
CeeCee wrapped a flowery sarong type 'coverup' dress around her waist and put on a loose silver colored vest. I grabbed a light tunic and we headed back to our rented Audi. CeeCee stopped at the concierge and got directions on the way. It was a very short drive to the small parking lot facing the blue Mediterranean. It was one of those days when the color of the sea and the color of the sky were practically the same. It was mesmerizing. Only a few small sailboats dotted the horizon. We followed a well-worn path past a small dune and we were there. The Plage de Tahiti is a stretch of fine golden sand (Unlike the courser sand in Toulon). The beach was not crowded, but there were a number of people either lying in the sun or strolling along the water's edge. There was music coming from the concessions back towards the parking lot. We found a spot and spread our towels out on the warm sand.
CeeCee sat down and almost immediately took off her bikini top and bottom. She handed me a bottle of sunscreen and asked me to do her back. I knelt down behind her and started applying the sunscreen. As I was, I looked over CeeCee's shoulder and watched her putting sunscreen on her shoulders and chest. When she started putting sunscreen on her breasts, I stopped, fascinated at what she was doing. Using both hands, she spread the lotion over her breasts almost as though she was making love to herself. She was tender and thorough. I watched her beautiful heavy breasts bounce and sway as she rubbed them. I have massaged her breasts that way myself but this was different. It was very arousing. She paid particular attention to her nipples, rubbing extra sunscreen on them. Satisfied, she added lotion to her tummy and her legs, lifting them one by one. Finally she squirted a generous amount of lotion in her hands and rubbed her pussy mound, even adding a little to the inner lips of her slit. By the time she was done, my mouth was dry and I was very aroused.