Chapter 13: The Beaches of France

Dave woke up to the buzzing of the alarm. He turned it off then looked over to see if Sarah was still in bed with him. She was nowhere to be seen so he rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom.

After exiting the bathroom, he dressed in dress shorts and a clean white golf shirt with a Hornsby logo on it. He pulled on a pair of short white ankle-socks and his sneakers then found his way to the kitchen. He poured a large bowl of cereal and coated it with milk. He stood at a counter and ate in the comfortable confines of the kitchen.

Raymond and the car were waiting for him as he walked out the front door. Dave jumped in the front seat and chatted with his new friend on the way to the course. He thanked Raymond for the drive and said he hoped to pick up a game again today - so he wouldn't need a drive until mid-afternoon. Raymond waved goodbye as he drove away from the clubhouse.

Dave went to the storage area, got his clubs, and picked up two buckets of balls. His focus today would be his pitching wedge and adjusting to various distances for bump-and-run type shots. Dave eventually hit eight buckets of balls and, after two intense hours, finally felt confident he was ready for this new style of golf.

He had only been hitting balls for an hour when the pro, Harry, had walked up to him and asked if he wanted to join a threesome heading to the first tee. Dave thanked him but said he wanted to get at least two more hours practice in before playing. Harry said okay before walking away impressed with Dave's work ethic.

From the practice range Dave walked to the practice putting green. He practiced his chipping for thirty minutes before pulling out his putter. He had just started putting when Harry again walked up to him and said, "There is a threesome going out at ten after ten. Would you be able to join them? One of the players is the current club champion."

Dave looked at his watch and agreed. He still had about thirty minutes to work on his putting; after that he would truly want to have another shot at the challenge of bump-and-run.

What Dave didn't know was that Edward, Richard, and John had been very vocal the previous day about how good a golfer Dave was; after that, most of the good golfers wanted to have a chance to play with him.

Dave had been putting for twenty minutes when three distinguished looking men walked up to him and introduced themselves. Their names were Ross, Terrence, and Phillip. They all putted for ten minutes then indicated it was time to head to the first tee.

Dave hit last, as he had the previous day, and he could tell that all three players were as good or even better than the players he played with the previous day. All three had hit solid drives down the middle with Ross hitting his slightly longer than the other two. Dave settled over his driver and caught one right in the sweet spot. They were playing from the white tees again; the white tees were the longest set of tees at Blackheath and provided the most challenge to even experienced golfers. Dave's ball launched off the tee and landed just short of Ross's ball before bouncing and rolling to well beyond the one hundred and fifty yard marker.

The three men congratulate him; then Ross said, "You really do hit it long, don't you?"

Dave thanked them for the compliments then replied to Ross, "It's great when it goes straight - but that isn't always the case."

Ross replied, "So true, my young friend, so true."

Dave immediately felt at ease with these three men, just as he had with the threesome on the previous day. When he reached his ball, he had one hundred and thirty yards to the green where the pin was at the back. A full wedge would land about middle of the green and, from his on-course lesson yesterday, he knew that the ball would likely roll through the green. He chose a landing point near the front of the green and concentrated on the amount of swing required to land on his target spot.

He had earlier practiced his wedge by using the numbers on the clock to gage the distance he would hit the ball. A full swing would have him drawing the club back to parallel at about three o'clock. He estimated that a one o'clock back swing would suit the distance to the front of the green and he focused on visualizing his shot.

He took two practice swings, stepped up to the ball, and took a smooth, slightly less than full, swing. The ball sailed off the face of his wedge. Dave watched as the ball landed slightly left of his target on the front of the green and bounced then rolled to the back of the green. The ball came to rest five feet left of the hole and Dave was very pleased with his shot.

Terence and Ross put their second shots on the green while Phillip missed to the right of the green. Phillip chipped to ten feet and missed his par but tapped in for bogey. Terrence two-putted from twenty feet for par while Ross rolled in a ten-foot birdie. Dave surveyed his putt from all sides and when he settled over his ball aimed for the right lip. He stroked the ball smoothly and watched as it curled into the middle of the cup. He gave his fist a short low pump then extracted the ball from the hole.

The three men congratulated him on a well-played hole as they walked to the second tee.

The rest of the round went much better than the previous day but he still hit a few errand tee shots and misjudged several of the bump-and-run shots. He finished with a solid two under par sixty-eight. Ross had shot sixty-seven, Terence was seventy and Phillip was seventy-one. Dave thanked the three men and they all wished him well in the tournament the following weekend.

As Dave entered the pro shop, an employee asked, "Want me to call the Thurlows' residence?" Dave nodded then thanked him before he went out front to wait. He was very pleased with his second round of play but still saw room for improvement.

The Rolls eventually pulled up in front and Dave again climbed into the front seat. Raymond asked how his day had gone and Dave told him about his game.

The drive home passed quickly and, when Dave arrived at the house, he went right to the library to send an e-mail to his father. He wrote about his round and about adjusting to the bump-and-run. After the lengthy message was finished, he hit the send button and went looking for Sarah.

He eventually came across James and asked him if he knew where Sarah was. He was told she had gone out for the afternoon but was expected back for supper.

Dave went to his room and pulled on his bathing suit then went for a swim. He had been in the pool for just over an hour when Sarah walked out the back door in her bathing suit. She joined him in the pool.

Dave asked where she had been and she explained that she and Roxanne had gone looking for some new clothes for the trip. She said she bought a new sundress and a new bikini. They talked for a while before eventually exiting the pool. On cue, Roxanne walked out with towels and helped Sarah dry off. She handed Sarah clean clothes and Sarah walked towards the pool house. Dave followed Roxanne into the house and admired her swaying ass as she led him to his room.

As they walked up the stairs, Dave snuck a peek under her black skirt and was very surprised to see her bare ass swishing back and forth. As she raised her leg for the next step he even caught a slight glimpse of curly black pubic hair. His dick lurched instantly; he lost his concentration and stumbled on the stairs, falling forward onto his hands. He looked up, embarrassed for falling, but was rewarded with the scenic view of two long, muscular legs. Roxanne had turned around and her feet were about shoulder width apart; that gave Dave a perfect look up her skirt all the way to her puffy-looking pussy with a neatly trimmed black patch of fur.

Dave forced his eyes away from the enthralling sight and looked into Roxanne's eyes which were staring right at him. He blushed slightly and said, "Oops!" Then smiled.

She smiled back at him and asked, "Are you enjoying the view?"

He grinned, "Definitely!"

She finally put her hand down and helped him to his feet; then she turned and proceeded up the stairs leading to his room. When they reached his door, she turned and whispered, "I know you know your way here by now - but I thought I would return your favour from yesterday."

He was surprised by her comments and could only reply with a short, "Thank you." He walked into his room and began sliding off his bathing suit as he headed for the bathroom.

His suit hit the floor at the doorway to the bathroom. His rock-hard prick was standing straight out as he headed for the shower. He pulled open the shower door then turned on the water. When it was warm enough, he got in and immediately soaped up his hands so he could stroke himself off. He fantasized about crawling between Roxanne's legs and licking her to a feverish orgasm. His face would be covered with her juices as he sucked her clit. His orgasm came hard and fast and he closed his eyes as his cum spurted against the glass. He then fell gently back against the opposite glass wall.

What he didn't know was that Roxanne had remained at the door and watched him strip. She admired his strong torso as he strode across the room and her hand slid under her skirt and between her legs as he kicked off his trunks and his firm ass came into view. She got a quick glimpse of his now very hard pole and she knew she had to see more.

She walked quietly across his bedroom and, just as she reached the bathroom door, she saw him walk into the shower. His big fat cock swinging under his brown pubic hair was hypnotizing.

Her hand quickly went back between her legs and she slid a finger into her hot wet love hole, wet it, and began stroking her middle finger through her slit and up to her clit. She hadn't shagged anyone in over six months and she was very horny. She had wanted to drop to her knees and suck Dave's cock the previous day but she thought that Sarah would be devastated if she found out - and Roxanne didn't want to hurt her new friend and employer's daughter.

But watching Dave in the shower was harmless fun and right now she needed some sexual release. She was pleased that the frosted shower glass only made Dave's image slightly hazy. She couldn't believe when she saw the form of his arm go to his crotch and his unmistakable stroking motion begin. She was watching this horny young teen stroke his meat only fifteen feet away and she felt her own orgasm start to rage through her body.

She heard Dave sigh as he made several long purposeful strokes and that triggered her orgasm which shook her entire being. She had been biting her lip to keep from moaning but as her orgasm peaked she accidentally let a whimper escape.

As Dave's back touched the glass, he thought he heard a noise. He opened the shower door and looked out - but there was no one in sight; so he closed the door and turned his face into the water to let the warm cascading fluid wash over his face as his euphoria dissipated.

Roxanne wasn't the only voyeur. What she didn't know was that Sarah had come up to check on Dave and, as she entered his room, she saw Roxanne with her hand up her skirt leaning against the bathroom door. Sarah heard the water running and she knew Roxanne was watching Dave in the shower. Sarah walked back to the door and just peeked around the doorframe to watch her maid finger herself.

Sarah's hand made its way to the same area and she was now rubbing her tight little snatch through her panties as she watched Roxanne's face contort in sexual pleasure. Suddenly that revealing whimper escaped Roxanne's lips. Sarah saw her start to turn away from the shower so she pulled her hand from between her legs and scampered down the hall to her room.

Roxanne stood in Dave's room catching her breath and waiting for her body to stop shaking. After she had collected herself, she walked out of his room and down the hall to find Sarah. As she entered Sarah's room she prayed that Sarah would not notice her flushed look. The fact is she was so worried about Sarah noticing her that she didn't notice a similar excited look on Sarah's face. Roxanne talked to Sarah briefly then said she was going to check on supper and left Sarah staring into space and daydreaming.

Sarah's thoughts were torn between the wondrous dick she had stroked off the previous night and her sexy maid whom she had been fantasizing about for several months. Having a personal maid meant special attention unlike anything she had ever received before. It was very common for Roxanne to help bath her and part of the job was for Roxanne to dress her. The first month had felt very strange for Sarah as she had never been naked in front of anyone except her mother.

As Roxanne became friends with Sarah, the strangeness turned to excitement and Sarah soon found herself looking forward to showing off her firm young body. She even started to fantasize about Roxanne's body. She became concerned about her unnatural thoughts as she had always thought that women should not be sexually excited by other women. After Sarah did some reading on the internet, she felt somewhat more comfortable with the whole situation and realized her feelings were not as unnatural as she had previously thought. Her hand lazily caressed her mons as she thought about Roxanne masturbating.

Dave exited the shower after a thorough cleaning. He felt refreshed in more ways than one. He pulled on shorts and a golf shirt and made his way down the hall. When he arrived at Sarah's door, it was slightly ajar and he peeked inside. Sarah was lying on her bed with her hand under her skirt. She seemed to be just casually rubbing herself so he stood back and tapped on the door. He heard a soft, "Come in."

When he entered Sarah was sitting up so he walked over to her and sat beside her. He kissed her softly. They were still kissing when Roxanne walked in and blurted, "Supper will be ready in five... oh sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

Sarah stopped Roxanne from leaving, "That's okay, Roxanne. We were just coming downstairs." Dave and Sarah walked out of the room and casually strolled, hand in hand, to the informal dining room.

Sarah's parents were waiting for them and Lord Thurlow asked Dave about his game. Dave explained how he played and who he played with. Lord Thurlow said he knew all three men and they were all good players.

Conversation quickly switched to the trip they would begin early the following day. Sarah explained that she and Roxanne had arranged all the details with a view of giving David a broad taste of traveling by train. They were taking the Eurostar under-channel train from London to the Paris Nord station then switching to the TGV train to Marseille. They would arrive in the early afternoon and have a nice late afternoon and evening on the beach. On Monday they would board an inter-city touring bus and make their way to Nice with a brief sightseeing tour stop in Cannes. The hotel in Marseilles would provide transportation from the train station to the hotel.

On Monday the bus would leave at nine o'clock and arrive in Nice in mid-afternoon. The senior Thurlows had assisted in the selection of two hotels - the one in Marseille which they had enjoyed as young travelers and the second which they currently frequented in Nice.

Dave had not been concerned about flying to England but, with all the current world tension, he was suddenly a little nervous about traveling in mainland Europe. It was not a language issue because, among the three of them, the young people were fluent in French, Spanish, and German. But since September 11^th the world had changed for most North Americans who had once felt safe and sheltered from the turmoil and unrest in other parts of the world. Mainland Europe seemed to be getting too close to the action for Dave but Sarah was so excited about the trip he didn't want to rain on her parade.

The train was leaving very early the next day; so, after supper, Dave returned to his room, packed his backpack and went to sleep early.

He was awakened by Roxanne as she nudged his shoulder. He smiled up at her and said, "You are a beautiful sight to see first thing in the morning."

Roxanne smiled bashfully and thanked him before leaving to check on Sarah. Sarah and Dave ate a healthy breakfast before Roxanne joined them and all three climbed in the back of the Rolls. Raymond dropped them off at the train station and wished them well.

The trip to Paris passed quickly and Dave enjoyed the company of both Sarah and Roxanne. Now that they were away from the mansion, the mood with Roxanne seemed much less formal and it soon felt more as if it were three friends traveling together. Dave liked this much better as he had continued struggled with the idea of people serving him.

The stopover in Paris was very short and there wasn't any time for sightseeing. Dave had mixed feelings as he thought it would have been nice to at least see the Eiffel Tower - but like most teenage boys he was more interested in seeing the expected sights at the beach.

Dave was much more alert once the train arrived in Paris. He surveyed the crowd and quickly took note of all suspicious looking individuals. When he finally boarded the TGV with the two girls and the train started moving, he relaxed slightly but continued to watch for unusual movements by the other passengers.

Sarah noticed his slight change in moods and asked him about it. He shook it off as nothing and she changed the subject, "You're going to love our new bikinis. Roxanne and I bought them just for you and this trip."

Dave smiled at the two beaming girls sitting on each side of him and replied, "Why didn't you show me back at your pool?"

Sarah whispered, "Because Mommy and Daddy would have a fit if they saw me wearing such a risqué bathing suit."

Dave's mind was instantly racing as he pictured his princess and her beautiful maid in tiny bikinis. Sarah noticed the growing bulge in his pants and boldly set her hand on his crotch. She tenderly rubbed Dave's pole through his shorts and it was soon hard as steel.