A Week in Provence – Chapter 2

Kristina was woken up by a bird singing just outside her window. Her eyes still closed, she stretched her awakening muscles. Her hand slowly glided over the sheet to her left, searching for Julien’s naked body. Disappointed that she couldn’t find him there, she opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows, scanning the room kept dark but for a ray of sunshine slipping through the heavy wood shutters. Still feeling as if she was emerging from a fog, she let her thoughts take her back to the previous day, Julien’s passionate lovemaking by the side of the road in the middle of the night, and then, after they had slept for a few hours, more glorious fucking that had left them breathless and drenched in sweat. They had both stepped in the shower, which had led to more pleasurable activities, before they had crawled back into bed and fallen back to sleep.

Aroused by her reminiscing, Kristina let her hands wander over her body, palms circling over her hardening nipples, which she pinched and pulled on. Gently caressing her abdomen, which made her body twitch slightly, she reached for her inner thighs, a favorite erogenous spot, and felt her body open up, almost like a flower at dawn. With one hand still brushing lightly over her thigh, she reached with the other for her pussy, her fingers feeling her swelling clitoris and parting her labia to let Julien’s tongue in for another round. Despite the darkness of the room, she suddenly realized that there was a mirror opposite the foot of the bed and that she could see herself, legs spread, pussy wide open and slick with juices, so ready for more sex. Kristina’s back arched, her body longing for the pressure of another warm body on top of her, for Julien’s hard cock rubbing against her pussy, then penetrating her slowly. Transfixed by her reflection in the mirror, she started rubbing her clit faster and more forcefully, gasping at the intensity of the experience. Pushing two fingers inside, she felt how wet her pussy was, which excited her even more. As juices began dripping down her inner thighs, Kristina brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked off her love nectar, then started fingering her pussy more rapidly while rubbing her clit with the other hand. She came fast and hard but, barely pausing, resumed slamming her fingers inside her pussy. Aching for more pleasure, she reached with her other hand around her well-rounded butt cheeks and started circling her anus with one finger, lubricating it with her pussy juices. She slowly inserted her finger in her anal canal, moving back and forth while still fucking her pussy hard with her other hand. Pleasure welled in her with each stroke, until she came hard a second time, her body quivering for what felt like an eternity.

Slowing down her breathing, Kristina felt her entire body gradually relaxing. She lied there, eyes closed, motionless. The experience had been so intense that she had been completely oblivious to her surroundings, but the creaking of a floorboard suddenly caught her attention. Her eyes now used to the dimness of the room, she quickly spotted a figure leaning against the door frame. She sat up with a gasp, but was instantly reassured when she recognized Julien’s silhouette. The feeling turned to slight embarrassment, which grew as she caught sight of the less than innocent grin on his face and came to the realization that he had probably been watching all along.

“Tea or coffee?” said Julien, clearly amused at the situation. “You…” Kristina grabbed one of the pillows and threw it in his direction. They both started laughing. Julien made a few steps toward the bed, and Kristina’s eyes, now fully adjusted to the low light, suddenly caught sight of the bulge in Julien’s blue shorts. “You naughty boy… come here!” Apparently not minding the invitation a bit, Julien walked around the corner of the bed, while Kristina sat on the edge. She grabbed him by the midsection, squeezing his firm buttocks and landing soft kisses on his muscular abdomen. She could now feel that the bulge was conspicuously growing. Smiling knowingly, Kristina teasingly slid Julien’s shorts down very slowly, until Julien’s penis, now free from the garment, sprung up, fully erect and seemingly in need of attention. Kristina giggled and reached for the tip with her tongue, circling slowly around the head, all the while cupping Julien’s balls in her hand and then teasing them with her nails. Without pausing her licking motions, she looked up: his eyes were closed, his muscles tense and hard. As she began taking more of his hard shaft in her mouth, Julien was caressing Kristina’s hair gently. What she didn’t know was that it took all of his concentration not to grab her head and thrust his cock down her throat as far as it could reach. But then, it was there. Kristina’s lips were against his belly and he could feel her throat squeezing the tip of his cock. She stayed there for a couple of seconds, then pulled back to catch her breath. “Oh baby…,” he whispered, before she started sucking with renewed purpose on his member. Julien started moaning softly as Kristina’s mouth brought him closer and closer to ecstasy. His moaning intensifying to a low growl, he felt a sudden surge of pleasure as warm semen rushed through, filling Kristina’s mouth. Her eyes grew wider and she gasped slightly, but held on and swallowed hard, then continued draining his cock of all cum. Letting go of Julien’s swollen member, Kristina looked up at him with a definite look of satisfaction. She couldn’t resist hamming it up, licking her lips as if she had just had the best meal of her life. Julien laughed again, then forced himself to take on a more serious expression: “Tea or coffee?” “Mouthwash first, please,” she replied with a wink.

Kristina felt genuinely pleased with her circumstances. After a couple of self-administered orgasms earlier that morning, the delicious baguette and strawberry jam dipped in Julien’s strong coffee she had had for breakfast, and now with the sun warming her skin while she reclined on the patio listening to the cicadas getting louder as the temperature rose, she had reached a level of contentment and serenity that she found quite acceptable. Her reverie was interrupted by Julien’s voice. Kristina had heard him getting busy in the kitchen, but she was too content with her current situation to even bother getting up to find out what he was up to. But now, Julien was leaning out the kitchen’s window calling her name: “Are you finished with breakfast? We have places to go!” “What do you mean? Can’t I just stay here all day?” she replied, smiling and stretching in her lounge chair. “Not today, but I promise you, it’ll be worthwhile. Do you have a good pair of hiking shoes?” “Uhoh,” thought Kristina, “what is he up to now?”

Kristina pried herself out of her seat and climbed the stairs to the bedroom to put her espadrilles on. “No, no, that won’t do,” said Julien who had followed her, “here, try these on, I think they should be your size, with these thick socks.” He was right, the shoes, although obviously well used, seemed to have been made for her feet, which the socks helped make even more comfortable. “You may also need a hat and some sunscreen, we’re going to get a lot of sun today.” Duly shoed and capped, Kristina followed Julien back down to the front door where he hoisted to his shoulder a heavy backpack with a coiled rope secured to its top. “So… are you planning to tie me up?” said Kristina, giggling. Julien winked: “In a way, yes… we’re going to have to do a bit of climbing to get to that special place I want to show you.” Kristina’s mind began to race. It wasn’t so much that she was curious about their destination, but just having joked about the tying-up suddenly made her feel pangs of desire again. “What is it with this guy?” she thought.

“We’re going to make a quick stop in town,” said Julien, “it’s market day, it’ll be fun.” Julien was driving his old beat-up Citroën 2CV on the winding roads of Vaucluse like the proverbial mad French driver. That is, given that the 2CV was only capable of reaching 60mph going downhill and with the wind at its back… They drove into Le Buis les Barronies, a town north of the famous Mont Ventoux, familiar to fans of the Tour de France. People converged on the town for market days, but Julien managed to find a parking spot in a narrow side street where a few rather hungry looking street cats had gathered in the shade.