Chapter 10: A Perfect Fling

The convertible, a white Volvo C70, was roomy enough. With Danny at the wheel and Lynn on the rear seat behind him, Ashley had enough room behind Lucy. With the roof folded back into the trunk, there was still enough luggage room for their duffles. The car was a smooth ride and perfectly fitting the narrow secondary roads.

Versailles had only merited a brief visit. Danny volunteered to stay with the car and their luggage, being sick and tired of Baroque furnitures and paintings. Orléans was another story. They spent the night in an ancient hotel after roaming the narrow streets and enjoying the atmosphere. That night, Danny and Lucy took the final step and made love. The earth did not shake and the bells did not toll. Truth be told, Danny’d had one glass of red wine too many and felt woozy. They slept in a close embrace and resolved to try again in the morning. Alas, Danny had a bad hangover and Lucy was uncharacteristically silent during breakfast. After visiting the cathedral, they left Orlèans and drove along the River Loire to Tours. The name of the city means “Towers”, and that’s what they saw walking around. The visited the Chateâu de Tours and the Cathedral de Saint-Gatien and had lunch in a small restaurant on Rue Colbert.

They continued their trip by driving via Poitiers and to the small town of Pèrigueux, the center of the Perigord region. Here, the cathedral was Romanesque and the town was simply charming. They spent the evening sitting outside a brasserie eating a simple dinner and drinking Alsatian beer. The rooms in the hôtel were tiny and it rated perhaps one tenth of a star in any hotel guide, yet Danny and Lucy were more or less sober and made the most of the narrow bed. They fell asleep thoroughly satisfied and had an encore on the next morning.

After a breakfast of café au lait and croissants the four continued their trip. Their next stop was Bergerac whose most famous son had been the playwright Cyrano de Bergerac, immortalized by the theater play about his unrequited love for his cousin Roxane. The town had little else to offer, and so they continued their journey, now turning into an eastern direction and towards Albi.

Somewhere along the road, on the small River Tarn, they chanced upon a village of coppersmiths. The shops were filled with copper cookware, mostly frying pans and casseroles. Danny and Ashley made the spontaneous decision to buy a set of copper pots for their planned household. Lucy decided on a medium sized casserole and Lynn chose a copper tea kettle. Everything was packed into a sturdy cardboard box, an address was affixed, and the shop proprietor promised to have everything shipped to Philadelphia.

They arrived in Albi a bit later than planned, but they quickly found a hotel and began to explore the ancient city. The Pont Vieux, the Old Bridge, was built around AD 1040 and is still in use after almost a millennium. The huge cathedral of Sainte-Cecile, begun in the late 13th century, is equally impressive as is the Palais de la Berbie, the fortress-like seat of the archbishops of Albi. The friends saw all of them and were far more impressed by this living ancient city than by all the museums they had seen in Paris.

From Albi, they drove to Carcassonne the next morning. Carcassonne is a completely restored walled medieval town and a major tourist magnet. They were lucky to arrive early and they fled the scene when the first tour buses arrived. It was not far from there to reach their destination, the Mediterranean coast. Here, near the town of Agde, they had booked a vacation home for a week. It was perhaps three hundred yards from the beach and in the middle of a vacation home development. There were about a million French people vacationing around them it seemed, but the beach was a dream of white sand and shallow water.

On the next morning they took their towels and a small cooler with sodas and headed for the beach. There was a lot of casual nudity. Children ran naked as a rule and very few women wore tops or one piece suits. A sizable part of the sunbathers went completely nude. The four friends laid out their beach towels and looked at each other.

“When in Rome...” Lucy grinned, already pulling off her top and loosening the strings of her bottoms.

“I hope I won’t attract the pedos,” Lynn grinned as she did the same, revealing her petite gymnast’s body.

Danny and Ashley looked at each other until Ashley grinned.

“Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”

It was the first time that Danny saw his sister in the buff. He whistled in appreciation. “Small wonder Lynn chose you over me,” he grinned.

Ashley smiled back. “I’ll file that under ‘compliments’. Do me a favor and keep that thing limp. No need to scare little children.”

Lucy was applying copious amounts of sunblock to her body and she giggled. “I’m saying no way he’ll stay limp, not with this sea of tits around us.”

Lynn was also rubbing lotion into her skin and made a show of staring at his member. “I think he’s already getting a stiffy.”

With a groan, Danny rolled on his tummy. “You girls are mean.”

Lucy was laughing until she had tears in her eyes, but she made good for it by applying the sunblock to Danny’s back. Not that this helped him in his predicament.

He kept his prone position for a while because there was so much nude female flesh surrounding him that his erection never abated. As the beach around them filled with people however, he noticed that other men were lying around with varying degrees of tumescence with nobody seeming to care. Thinking ‘When in Rome... ‘ he finally rolled on his back, his treacherous organ pointing up into the spotless blue sky. A giggle came from Lucy, but Lynn and Ashley were lying on their sides facing away from him.

“I’ll give you a blowjob before we’ll go to the beach tomorrow,” Lucy promised. “Think that’ll keep it down?”

“Yeah, maybe for the first ten minutes,” he grumped while putting lotion on his front including his dick.

“A lot of the guys here are stiff, others not. Maybe it’s something you can learn.”

“Maybe it’s something I don’t want to learn,” Danny shot back, setting off Lucy into another giggle.

“Ever been swimming in the nude?” Lucy asked then.

“Nope. You?”

“In Sandusky? You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Wanna try?”

“Yeah. Let’s.”

Swimming in the buff was fun they decided. They had to wade over fifty yards into the shallow water before it was deep enough to swim, but the water was perfect at a little over 70°. Seeing the nude Lucy in the midmorning sun gave Danny new appreciation of her delicate body. She saw his hungry looks and beamed at him.

“Like what you see?”

“Love it. Your body is so hot, it must be a main cause for global warming.”

“Flattery will get you a blowjob later,” she promised with a happy laugh. “But you have to catch me first!”

She launched herself into an effortless crawl, cutting a straight line into the almost flat sea. Laughingly, Danny tried to follow, but he was a lousy swimmer messing up his breathing all the time. After swallowing water three times, he gave up and stood in the chest-high water, coughing and spitting. Lucy had stopped almost thirty yards ahead.

“Are you sure you are safe out here, young man? This far out is only for swimmers.”

“You brat! I’ll show you once I get the water from my sinuses!”

Once again, she cut a straight line into the water heading for Danny. Five yards away from him, she jackknifed into a dive. Like a self-homing torpedo, she zeroed in on Danny’s midsection, and a second later, she had swallowed his dick to the root, one foot under the surface. It was all Danny could do to stay on his feet as she gave him an energetic, ten-seconds blowjob before she emerged with water streaming from her hair and a shit-eating grin on her lips.

“This nekkid swimming has some potential,” she stated. “Wanna try?”

Danny shrugged and tried it. He may have been a lousy swimmer, but he was crap at diving. He worked hard, but he could not seem to get deep enough. He worked by feel of hand too, not ever having learned to open his eyes under water. He came up for air thoroughly embarrassed.

“Oh, dear! Did we just discover an exercise where Danny Westbrook isn’t close to perfect?”

“I never learned. There was no public pool where we lived. I learned some when we lived in Nevada, in a motel pool, but I was six or seven then.”

“You wanna learn?”

“Hell, yes! I can’t keep making a fool of myself, can I?”

“All right then. Let’s start with your swimming. You need to focus on the breathing. Start slowly. Left arm stroke – turn your face right and inhale. Right arm stroke – face down and exhale. Don’t bother with your leg stroke at first. Let’s do it!”

For the next ten minutes or so, he practiced crawl under Lucy’s guidance. Once he concentrated on the coordination of arm strokes and breathing, it was not so difficult.

“See, it’s rather easy,” she said echoing his own sentiment. “Now diving. Try floating face down on the water. Then bend your upper body down and throw up your legs. Keep your eyes open! Come on!”

Male pride made him try it. The first attempt was awkward with him ending up on his side instead. Lucy snickered. Hurt male pride made him try harder. He did not go deep, but at least he ended up under water.

“That’s all you got?” Lucy teased him mercilessly.

It took five more failures and accompanying ribbing from Lucy, but then he was able to sink to the sea floor head first. After some hesitation, he even opened his eys and could see his surroundings, meaning Lucy’s spread legs and shaved pussy some three yards away. With clumsy swimming motions he closed the distance. Now or never! Holding on to one of her knees, he managed to turn around and as he slowly floated upward he landed in the right spot with his mouth.

When he came up for air, he was met with cheering. By three girls. During his desperate attempts at diving, Ashley and Lynn had joined Lucy and now they were congratulating – her!

“Good work, Luce! I know how hard it is to train him,” Lynn praised her.

“You’re almost eligible for a guy owner license now,” Ashley added. “Hell, you even made him roll on his back!”

“Haha!” Danny huffed. “What’s this sneaking up on us?”

“Had to escape,” Ashley explained. “Lynn is attracting the cradle robbers. I swear, one guy was walking past us three times, always wearing those dark shades. He creeped us out.”

“Did he sport a woody?” Lucy asked curiously.

“Not that I noticed,” Ashley answered. “Hey, I’m not afraid of that old fart. He just creeps us out.”

“Let’s go back and see if he starts his patrols again,” Danny suggested. “If yes, I’ll just go and ask him his business. If he’s peeping, that’ll scare him off.”

“Would you, Danny?”

“Sure.”

They swam and waded back to the beach and found their little camp. The girls had barely sat down again, when a middle aged guy walked past them, wearing wrap-around shades and seemingly looking straight ahead. He was carrying a small cooler in his left hand and wearing calf length cargo pants.

“That’s the guy,” Ashley hissed.

“Looks like a douche bag all right,” Danny agreed. “Next time he walks by, I’ll confront him.”

He settled down on his towel and followed the man with his gaze. He walked all the way to the end of the clothing-optional beach and turned around. He also switched the little cooler from left to right. Danny understood. He was carrying that cooler on the side where the people were sunbathing. A camera? He looked around and saw the little tower where the lifeguards watched over the beach.

“Be back in a minute,” he told the girls.

He jumped to his feet and slipped on his speedos. Then he made his way between the sunbathers until he was close to the lifeguard tower. He looked up at the guys.

“Pardonez moi! Parlez-vous Anglais? Allemande? Espagnol?”

“Yes, we speak English. What is the problem?” one of the guys answered with only a hint of a French accent. The other guards nodded.

“Thank you. There is this guy who keeps walking up and down the beach. He’s carrying this cooler, and he’s always carrying it on the side where the girls are sunbathing. I think he may have a camera in that cooler.”

The lifeguard sat up. “Can we see him from here?”

“I better not point. It’s that guy in the cargo pants with the little red cooler. He’s wearing those wrap-around shades.”

“Ah, I can see. You want to help us handle this? It is fun.” He turned to the other guys. “Allons!”

Three lifeguards climbed down and fanned out while the English speaking guy stayed with Danny. They watched Monsieur Cargo Pants as he walked past the sunbathers, his cooler held rigidly.

“Yes, that’s a voyeur. Let’s have fun. I’m Thierry by the way.”

“Danny, Danny Westbrook.”

“You’re from the Eastern Seaboard, aren’t you?”

“Philly. You’re not French either, are you?”

“Nah, I’m from Quebec. I study in Toulouse. This is my third year as a lifeguard here. It’s a great summer job. Okay, time to move.”

He blew his alarm whistle and the man froze briefly. Too late, he tried to run since the three lifeguards surrounded him on three sides. Danny and Thierry jogged over the sand to close the distance. The man was looking around like a trapped animal. One of the lifeguards was speaking now, making demands to guess from the tone. The Peeping Tom shook his head and pressed the cooler to his chest in a hopeless gesture of resistance. A second later, one of the lifeguards held him in a Nelson while a second wrestled the cooler from his hand. Setting it down on the sand, he flipped open the lid and they all craned over the opening. Danny could see that they had a hit. Three cameras were mounted in the insulation layer, facing forward, rearward and to the side.

Thierry shook his head. “They don’t like this stuff here.”

One of the guards was already talking into a cellphone while a crowd formed around them. Apparently, one of the guards explained the reasons for their action and the mood of the crowd turned angry.

“Fils de la putain“ was just one of the many swearwords directed at the caught peeping tom. Danny could see and hear his friends in the crowd as they added American patois to the mix. There was even a hearty “Drecksau!“ from an obviously German mother who was there with her two young blonde daughters.

Fortunately, it took only five minutes for two gendarmes to arrive in an odd beach vehicle, a Citroen Mehari of indeterminable age. The lifeguards produced the evidence and explained things. The gendarmes inspected the cooler and closed it again, placing it in their car. Next, the Peeping Tom was cuffed and loaded in the back of the swaying vehicle. The gendarmes saluted the crowd and drove off.

Thierry sought Danny out. “They bagged him. It seems they already caught him last week a few kilometres to the north. I shot a picture of him and we’ll distribute it to all the lifeguard stations.”

“Jeez, what is it with him? Doesn’t he have internet?”

Thierry shrugged. “Why are people hunting when you can buy meat at the butcher’s? It’s the thrill. Those your girls?”

“My sister Ashley and her girlfriend Lynn,” Danny introduced. “This is Lucy. She’s the closest to being my girl.”

If Thierry had any prejudice he hid it very well. “Hi, I’m Thierry. I’m from Quebec. Thanks for spotting that guy.”

Ashley smiled at him. “He just creeped us out. What’s going to happen to him?”

“Beats me. Cap d’Agde has gained some notoriety in the last years and the city council doesn’t like it at all. Could be they’ll throw him in the slammer for a week just on general principles.”

“You get that a lot here?” Danny asked.

“Not on this level, but there are always some complaints when people are acting weird.”

“What’s going to happen with the stuff he filmed?” Lucy asked.

“Beats me. The Flics will have to present it at court, but then it’ll be destroyed is my guess. Anyway, I have to get back to earning my pay. You guys have fun and don’t drink and swim!”

“See you, Thierry! Thanks!” Danny answered while the young Canadian trudged back over the sand and to the lifeguard tower.

They all sat down on their towels again. Lucy was shaking her head.

“You know, I had this idea to have one of you take a picture of me in the buff to send it to Charley, to rub his face into what he’s missing, but this creep has got me thinking. What if Charley forwards the pic to one of those revenge porn sites? I want to be in TV one day, and being on the ‘net with my titties hanging out could ruin things.”

“Depends on the job you want,” Lynn giggled. “There’s some pretty naughty cable TV stations.”

“Nah, I’ll make it on personality. Damn, I would so love to do it.”

Danny pondered the problem. “What if you put on shades and a cap? Or you could drink from one of those Sangria bottles, to blot out your face.”

“How’d he know it’s me?”

“He’s the only one but me to know,” Danny said calmly.

“Oh! My scars! Ash, would you take the picture with my cell?”

Ashley looked dubious. “You really want to do this?”