Reflections from the Blue Coast

[ariosto]

Golfe de Juan, France
Summer of 1999



Jack Bronson walked down the hill from his studio and took his usual seat at the little seaside Café. The striped green and white awning gave some relief from an especially hot late summer sun on the Côte d'Azure.

"Thank you, Paul."
The waiter knew him well and had placed a bottle of sparkling water and a tall glass in front of him.
"Maybe, aun petit bifteck et frites des pommes de terre"

Paul smiled indulgently and left with the order.
In spite of almost five years in France, Bronson knew his accent was terrible and his grammer worse.
There was only one other couple at the Café. He knew them vaguely. They waved, he smiled and nodded. A pretty girl.
He lusted mildly for her but lusted much more for the carafe of cool white wine they were sharing.
He licked his lips. He hadn't touched a drop in years.

There was a tour bus coming along the road from Juan les Pins. He could see it far off across the curving coastline. A big garish thing probably coming over from Nice.
There would be more of them as the vacation season began.
But for Jack his season was over and it had been another lean one.


OOC... Jack Bronson had been one of the 'Young Lions' of Pop Art in New York. He'd been almost as well known as Warhol and Lichtenstein at one time. But as the seventies waned so did Jack's star. And unlike the others he could not bask in the financial afterglow of his reputation. Life became a struggle.
Two broken marriages and a twenty year struggle with alcoholism had found him washed up on the sterile periphery of the art world.
He had beat the bottle after a titanic struggle and managed to broker his skills as an artist whose name could still be found in various books on the pop art movement into a precarious livlihood teaching amateurs to paint quick pretty
canvases of the stunning vista's of the sea girt Riviera and the Maritime Alps raising behind.
But the "Jack Bronson Summer Workshop in Oils"
was over for the year. He'd returned the key of the Villa he rented for his students to it's owner and was back in his own humble studio above the tobacco shop.

He's fifty now and silver strands lace his dark hair, an expatriate from his past and totally unsure of his future.
He still retains some of the rugged good looks that had brought him a movie star as a wife back in the glory days, but weight is settling in around his waist and only the warm waters of the sea and his passion for swimming keep it at bay.
He has loved many women and been loved by a few.
But on this quiet hot day in late July he finds himself very much alone.


This thread is for Sienna and Ariosto, though others will be invited to play as the story progresses.

 

[Sienna]

Rebekah Taylor.

.......an art student at Oxford University aged 19. It was always her dream to travel all over Southern France. But then she was the adventurous type, although her friends and family warned against her doing it alone.

'Beka had been in France for two weeks out of the six that she allowed for and with her cycle and back pack had seen much of the Provence region up to now and it was time to hit the famous Cote d' Azur.

That day was hot, as she rode along the coast road towards the village. Her light green t-shirt, long blonde hair, bright red back pack and blue shorts stood out to all the passengers on the tour bus that passed her close by, nearly sending her careering into the rough stoney edge. She stopped, catching herself from falling and noticed a young man wave and smile from the back of the bus. 'Bekah lifted her shades and looked back at him as the bus moved on. She had been constantly pestered by motorists coming far too close to her and was getting used to it by now. She had even picked up the usual "finger gesture" reply which had now become common place in her reactions to their sounding horns.

'Bekah was also regretting coming on this vacation alone by now and as she pushed off cycling once more, began to think how nice it would have been to share it with someone else. She had offers, but refused.

"I need to do this thing on my own." was her reply. "I can't be doing with being responsible for anyone else." Those words now going through her mind as a mistake it seemed. It was lonely, although she had met lots of people on her travels in the past fortnight and enjoyed the night stays at the hostels. She felt as if she needed company. Besides, her command of the french language was much to be desired.

The stop in the village was now needed more than she expected. The rear tyre on the cycle was punctured and in need of repair.

 

[ariosto]

The tour bus chugged by in a small cloud of dust and exhaust fumes thankfully depositing it's thirsty passengers at La Melodia, a larger and more ostentatious Cafe a block up the beach.
He was watching with bored interest as the tired looking people piled out of the idling bus when he heard her speak.

"Excusez-moi Monsieur. Ma bicyclette a un pneu ....unh cassé. Y a-t-il un atelier de réparations ici?"

He looked first to make sure she wasn't asking someone else. She wasn't.
The girl had leaned the bike against the low railing that seperated the Café's outdoor tables from the street and was staring at him with a worried look on her face.
Her face...a quite beautiful face.
"Monsiieur? Ya-t-il un atelier de reparations?"She asked again hopefully.
An English girl no doubt, pronouncing every word in a soft but perfectly clear voice.

Non?...Vous savez?
She frowned deeply and began to push the bike away and up the street.

"No wait!"
He stood up and called out.
She stopped and turned around, a broad smile on her face as she heard him speaking english.
"Thank God! My French must be terrible if you didn't understand me at all."

He came around the tables and looked at the bike and then at her.
"No, your French was most excellent, I fear I was daydreaming."
He leaned down and pressed the tyre, acutely aware of the girl's slim tanned legs close beside him.
The gold beads of an anklet caught the sun and sparkled.
"A flat, no problem at all. There's a garage around the corner that will fix you up tout suit."
She sighed audibly, a look of relief crossing her features...refined features...delicate features...
a few freckles...
"Come on I'll show you the way."

He took the handlebars and pushed the bike around the corner and up the steep hill to the highway.
She walked beside him and with every step he was conscious of her youth and vitality.
When they reached the top she held out her hand,
"My names Rebekkah." she said," People call me Beka though. I'm an art student riding about on Holiday."

He shook her hand and smiled,
My names Jack, Jack Bronson, I was an art student once myself."

 

[Sienna]

Beka:

Jack Bronson?.......She knew that name vaguely. Somewhere in the depths of her mind it meant something and somebody. She followed him along the highway, trying to keep up with his pace.

"So my french is OK?.." she asked constantly pushing her hair behind one ear and looking up to him. "Only I've had a few problems with it. I get my phrases mixed up now and then."

Jack smiled to himself and listened to her idle chatter as they walked along. She noticed his maturity, but that did not bother Beka in the least. She prefered older men for company rather than those of her own age. It came from a close bond that she had with her own father who passed away only two years ago. A father that she admired and loved so much and only now is she learning to live without.

Apart from his nice smile, she thought that Jack was a little deep and quiet. A little reserved maybe.

"American?"she asked.

"Excuse me?" Jack replied. He seemed distant in his thoughts as they walked along.

"You are an American, right?"

"Oh sorry, yes. And you are English." He looked at her and then asked...."I suppose you are a typical English rose no doubt?" She noticed him grin and realised he was being jovial in his questioning.

"Well that depends on what you think an English rose is."

Jack's grin turned into light laughter. Beka joined in, still unsure of this rather hansom stranger she had per chance to meet. That name still running inquisitively in her mind. 'Jack Bronson?....who is Jack Bronson?' she kept on thinking.

 

[ariosto]

He walked into the garage and began talking rapidly to short dark man in greasy overalls who came out and appraised the bike and Rebecca.
He grinned and said something that she didn't catch.

"He said that he is very busy but for a beautiful young woman such as yourself he will get to it right away."
Jack laughed, "At least that's what I think he said. Come on Bekah, it'll be a few minutes let me buy you something to drink."

Even though the Mediterranian Sea was spread out at the foot of the hill the air was hot and dry and she was thirsty...very thirsty. His offer was a welcome one.
They took a different route back to the Café passing a small tobacco and sweets shop where he waved to an attractive woman standing behind the counter.
He pointed at some large windows over the store,
"That's where I live...and work."

"You live here then?"
For some reason that startled her.
"I mean you're an American how did you come to live in France?"

They were walking down the steep hill now and he could see the fine play of young toned muscles in her tan legs. Her hair caught the warm afternoon light and played across her forehead as the first hint of an evening breeze caught it and teased it.
Her body was lithe, slender. Her breasts...

"How long have you lived here?"
She'd been talking while his eyes had begun to
paint her...
"Five years. Not all of them in this town, but five altogether."
They had made it back to the Café. Jack picked an empty table and pulled a chair out for her.

"I'm on the run from the law."
He said in a stage whisper.

"OH! then you must tell me all about it!"
She grinned up at him.

"Paul!",
He called to the ever attentive waiter.
"A bottle of good, cool white wine and two glasses."

 

[Sienna]

IC: Beka.

The afternoon was scorching. I should be used to this hot climate by now but somehow I was feeling uncomfortable.

Jack ordered wine from the waiter. I was surprised to find that Jack was a renegade from the law. I was intrigued and my curiosity wanted to be satisfied. That and his name playing around my head. Jack Bronson was in there somewhere but would not surface. This man had history. He was an artist, a painter and what could he have done to break the law and be here in hiding for five years?

I watched him pour the wine into the two glasses. His hand seemed unsteady as he did so. I leaned on the table and watched him with a smile. I was taken back by his good looks and his maturity. I noticed his hands, strong yet gentle and versatile. The fine hair that covered his chest matched the color of the hair, light and thin on his head and face.

"I hope you like white wine. I find it refreshing." he said, passing me the glass.

"I don't mind. I'm still so thirsty. I've been here for two weeks now and still not got used to the heat." I leaned back in the chair and noticed his eyes looking at me. My t-shirt was damp with the sweat and clung to me, leaving nothing to the imagination I suppose. And Jack had the imagination of an artist and I knew what was going through his mind. Nothing smutty, but a desire no doubt to see me in the flesh. I smiled to myself, maybe a little embarrassed as I looked back at him. "So. You must tell me all about why you are running from the law?"

"Do I have to? he replied with a grin. "Could be boring for you. Not that exciting really."

"Really? Then all I can assume is you must be hiding something bad." I began to laugh at his wide-eyed reaction. "I bet you are a ... a.....thief. Yes. Maybe you robbed a bank?" Jack began to drift into thought when I said that, as if he was thinking back on something. I began to wonder if in my joking I was actually hitting on something true. He looked at me and raised yet another smile. I liked him smiling. It told me that he was really a gentle person. A trusting person.

I broke the deadlock in our conversation and ran towards a fence where I could look out to the sea and the beach only a few metres away along some winding stone steps. The afternoon breeze was blowing warm from the west, cooled by the sea as it came in to land. I needed to swim. The sea was so tempting and now I was here atlast on the "blue coast".

 

[ariosto]

Jack was very curious as to what Beka would look like in the flesh. He'd been mentally undressing her since he first laid eyes on her. And everything he'd observed so far led him to believe she would be magnificent.

The glass sat in front of him untouched but she didn't remark on that at all. Instead she wanted to know what he was 'on the run' for.

He laughed inwardly,..Should he tell her he was a diamond thief?
A forger of masterpieces?...That sounded a lot better than defaulting on alimoney payments and problems with the IRS...

Suddenly she stood up and walked over to the bannister, leaning her hands on it and bending her face into the fresh cool wind from the sea.
Her legs were slender but perfectly shaped and they stretched up and up into a pair of beautifully filled shorts...
She breathed deeply of the fragrant air and he joined her...the light was magical.
It was the fantasy time between sunset and dusk when everything seemed made of gold and lavendar.

"Do you like to swim?"
He asked.
She turned to him a smile broad on her extraordinary face...Jack's heart skipped a beat.
"OH yes!...Is it to late?"

It was never to late to swim on the Cote d'Azure.
He put his arm around her waist and pointe across the coast road to the left where a sign read,
La Plage Bleu

"The beaches along here are private. Nice places though. You pay a small admission to get in. They have a bar, rent small sail boats , paddle boats..."
He looked at her again.
"Topless bathing is allowed at all the beaches around here.
I rarely wear mine."

She laughed and standing on tip toe kissed his cheek.
"Can we go?...please!"

He paid Paul and left Beka's backpack in his care except for a scrap of bikini, thanked him, then taking the girl's arm, he walked her across the street.

Jack had a suit in a locker at the beach and was looking forward to swimming as the last of the day faded softly away.
He was wondering if he should have told her that a kilometer up the road was a beach where you didn't have to wear anything at all.

 

[Sienna]

IC: Beka..

Whatever it was Jack did, I didn't care. Dad used to tell me about all the bank robers and thieves running away from England to places like spain and they were really nice people if you respected their privacy. Dad would have known these things being a policeman, until he was struck down by the dreaded....

I took my bikini from my back pack and left it in the care of Paul. Then followed Jack to the private beach club. He seemed to know quite a few of the staff there and it was almost empty of members. He had a locker in the members section and explained to me that I could change in there with him because it led straight out onto the beach. I didn't mind at all as long as he didn't.

I slipped off my t-shirt and noticed him looking at me. "Absolutely beautiful." he commented. I knew it was what he wanted to see and now was the appropriate place to reveal myself topless. I smiled as he undressed. Together we both slipped out of our remaining underwear to put on our swimming attire. I noticed that Jack was well endowed even un-aroused. My mind went into overdrive thinking about size in other circumstances, but I kept it to myself trying to show that I had very little interest in that area of his body.

For precautions I put both pieces of my pastel green bikini on for now. I looked at his plaid pattern swimming shorts and suddenly thought of him as some "hairy middleaged scotsman on vacation". I laughed out loud.

"What?....my shorts?....do you like them?" he asked.

"They're OK. Just that......Oh it doesn't matter.."

"Well my dear, I think they suit me down to the ground. Race you to the sea!"

He turned and ran from the club onto the beach. "Ay!..wait for me!"
I ran after him as fast as I could in the cooling hot sand. He was fast for a man of his age and no doubt about it, he was giving me a run for my money. I caught up to him as we both hit the sea, crashing softly onto the beach in small calm breakers that soon engulfed both of us as we went further and further. The feel of the cold water felt so refreshing on my body. My first swim in weeks.

 

[ariosto]

He was pretty good in the sea but he knew immediately that she could swim rings around him.
In fact she was doing just that!
He was content to relax and tread water, watching her and trying to absorb some of her unabashed delight, her joy of life.

"Now tell me Beka," he called out.
"What don't you like about my swim trunks?"
She grinned, dived under and the next thing he knew she had given him a 'wedgie' with a sharp pull on his waist band.
"Hey!"
Where was she?!

She surfaced right in front of him, a water nymph, a glorious mermaid. The sun had set but a radiant heat seemed to warm him from her close presence, it shown from her face.
"They make you look like a middle aged Scotsman."
She laughed, "You should let me pick one out for you."

"If your in town tomorrow I just may let you do that!"
It had been a long time since he cared about how he looked in the eyes of any woman.

"Is this really a topless beach?"
She looked towards the shore but nearly everyone had gone home.

"Yes, sure...but it's getting cold, maybe..."

"Hold this for me will you?"
She gave him the scrap of bikini top and then shot away throwing herself into the froth of the gentle breakers.

Jack swam a bit then waded to shore and sat crosslegged just above the high tide line.
In a few minutes she came out of the water, not a bit self conscious a perfect little naiade. He looked openly at her pert breasts and smiled.
"I think your cold dear...it shows."
He stood up and draped a towel over her shoulders.

"That was wonderful!"
She exclaimed. "I think I've worked up an appetite how about you?"

They walked back into the locker area and he watched her towel off. Her skin was honey brown from the sun. A superbly toned and proportioned body,...He realized suddenly that he had an erection!
She threw the towel to him and began to slip her outfit back on.
"Aren't you going to change?"

He caught the towel and used it as a screen to slip off his shorts.
"Thank you Jack, I'll take that as a compliment."
She could see him, erection and all in the mirror where she'd begun to comb her hair. She was smiling mischieviously.

He laughed and quickly slipped on his trousers, turning his back to her.
"I bet you have this effect on all the lusty boys Beka."

"Are you a lusty boy?"
He took her arm and gave her a peck on the cheek.
"No one's called me a boy in forever.
What do you say we pick up your bike and I'll make you a supper you can write home about."

 

[Sienna]

IC: Beka.

I was starving hungry. His invite for something to eat was what I was hoping for. I agreed and instantly realised I had made Jack feel better in himself. The hard on he had was on my mind. Infact, the only hard ons I ever saw were on guys around my own age. It felt kind of a turn on to see someone of Jack's age actually get turned on by me. I knew it happened, but to actually see the affect!

I don't know though. The rumours I heard about older men being more experienced certainly appealed to me. To be made love to properly for a change might be something I needed to experience. But then, would he make love to me? Maybe not. I certainly liked him. I would not object. Atleast I don't think I would. Does this kind of fantasy I was rearing in my mind have a natural process?

We collected my bike and my back pack from Pauls' and walked over to his place. "Jack, do you have children?" I asked.
He did not answer me. Instead he evaded the question by asking what type of food I liked. Maybe he missed his kids if at all he had any.

Jack lived in a studio-come-apartment above a shop. It was average and perhaps a little untidy too. You could tell he lived alone most of the time and looking at the cooking utensils in the old stone wash-basin sink waiting to be cleaned also told me that he needed some help around the place.

"Make yourself at home. While I see what culinery delights I can russtle up for us." I was left in his studio lounge. I noticed a half painted canvass on the easle. A nude without a face and only the charcoal outline of her breasts. I looked at it closely and worked out it was somekind of mermaid because of the way the legs seemed to be outlined. "Do you like pasta?" he asked, calling from the kitchen area. I was so engrossed by the painting and realised his question seconds later.

"Oh, yes.......pasta is fine.......thanks..." His name once again came buzzing through my mind. Jack Bronson. The name certainly was embedded in my memory from somewhere.

 

[ariosto]

Jack's pasta was a delicious melange of seafoods in a spicy cream, sherry sauce.
A bottle of very good cold wine and fresh baked bread completed the meal.

While he was gone to the bakery, Beka could not resist prowling around a bit.
The studio occupied fully half the apartment.
There were a number of colorful landscapes leaning against the wall but the two paintings he seemed to be working on right now were both nudes and several others were hanging on the walls. They reminded her of Modogliani's works but with livlier faces.
His bedroom was set into a corner and consisted almost entirely of a high soft bed, which she sat on and a tall battered dresser. She was looking for photographs but saw none.
An old fashioned bathroom which she needed very badly at this point was filled with a white porcelain claw foot tub a toilet and a bidet. She was growing to love those things!

She finally found the photos. In an album tucked into the bookcase. She began leafing through the pages.
There was Jack, much younger with a white haired man that looked terribly familiar.
Another with a very glamorous woman...very...
She looked back at the white haired man in the old photo and light bulbs went on in her head!
She slipped the album back in the case with great reluctance when she heard his steps coming up the stairs.

Jack could not get the girl out of his mind.
Since coming to the coast, he'd led a fairly chaste life. There were women in town and places to go when frustration got to great. But he'd never cooked a meal for anyone since he moved here. Never worried so much about how he looked or about his age.
She was more than beautiful. She was fresh air blowing through the closing doors of his life.
All during dinner he tried to keep the conversation light but he could tell that Beka had something on her mind.
He cleared the plates away and put on a pot of coffee. When he sat back down she put her hand over his and leaned close.

"Jack I peeked in your album. I saw a picture of you with Andy Warhol. Are you who I think you are?"

 

[Sienna]

IC: Beka..

I ate every scrap of food from my plate, even soaked up the yummy sauce with the fresh bread that was still warm. Jack watched me and poured out more wine, probably finding my habits a little extraordinary, but I was really hungry and I appreciated him inviting me to eat with him.

"I make good coffee too. Shall I prepare some for us?" he asked. He cleared the plates and began preparing the coffee. I wasn't a great coffee drinker, but anything that Jack was making I was wiling to try.

He returned to the table and smiled at me. He rested his hands on the top and I took mine from nesting between my thighs and very slowly touched his fingers, taking his hands in mine.

"Jack....." I hesitated for a while. "Jack I peeked in your album. I saw a picture of you with Andy Warhol. Are you who I think you are?" He looked at me and sucked his teeth looking sideways out of the open window.

"Andy Warhol" he let out a restrained laugh. "You know who I am don't you Beka?......it must be common knowledge I suppose now you've seen that picture? I can't deny it really can I?"

"Jack! it's OK, really. I don't know all the details. It was so long ago. I just remember things mentioned in uni and what my dad told me." I could see that me discovering him had begun to upset him. I leaned over the table and gave him a huge hug. He responded, holding me tightly in his arms.

 

[ariosto]

His mind was racing, distracting him from Beka's warm embrace. How much did the girl know?
What were they saying about him in art classes these days? He was astounded that his name was still mentioned in any way at all.
Her closeness, her warmth began to quell the turmoil in his mind as surely as aspirin will calm a fever. As was the case so often before Jack could lose himself, lose his responsibilities, lose his problems in a womans embrace.

He put his arms around her and kissed her. A small kiss at first until he saw something in her eyes that was more than pity.
She pressed herself even closer and looked at him with those beautiful eyes and smiled.
His lips met hers a second time and suddenly he felt the champagne rising in his blood stream!
Their embrace crossed the line from consolation to passion easily.
Her lips parted and he brushed his tongue across them, then through them, feeling the cool hard surface of her teeth and then caressing her tongue, coaxing it into his own mouth to hold, to gently suck...
"Jack..."

They broke apart, breathless.
Suddenly he was unsure of what he'd done.
He started to get up, to apologise. She was so young...she...
"Jack, would you draw me?"

She was holding his arms tightly, looking up into his face. There was no sign of rejection there.
Instead her eyes were bright and her face was flushed with excitement.
"Please Jack...please?"

 

[Sienna]

IC: Beka..

In that embrace, I was drawn to him. I felt that euphoria inside of me whenever I was excited. We moved closer until our lips met and I closed my eyes to savour the kiss. It was soft at first, his hand touching my face felt so good and then the kiss grew more and more passionate. My heart began to race.

Jack was the first man over 25 that I had ever kissed that way. It was no different to any others, but it carried a sense of security with it. A sense which told me that I could trust him.

I wanted him to draw me. Not paint, but draw me. I had seen some of his work before and his name associated with that work and the crimes that he had been involved in. It all came together in looking at that photograph with warhol. Jack Bronson was famous, atleast for a time until it turned into infamy because of his dealings.

I asked him to draw me, almost begging him. "Please Jack...Please!" I took his hand and led him into his studio, pointing at a empty canvass propped against the wall. "Put my image on this.......for me.....for us......please."

"Beka, I would love dearly to draw you. Even paint you. But, you must tell me what you know about me first. I need you to tell me everything."

I sat on a stool and looked at him and explained that my own father was involved indirectly with his investigation back home in the UK up to four years ago. "They called you the 'Raffles' of the art world in England. Notorious for your romantic episodes with rich and famous women. You had affairs with them before running off with their jewelery. How true it is I don't know and I don't care."

"So your father is a cop?"

"Yes, he was. Special Branch and Interpol. He is no longer with us. He died not long ago."

He walked over and hugged me close, seeing that mentioning my dad had upset me.

 

[ariosto]

He walked over and held her close. How odd that in bringing to light the sensitive and sometimes sordid dealings of his past she had uncovered a vulnerable part of her own. And now it was he that was comforting her.
He kissed the tears from her face and muttered something about 'water under the bridge'. Then he was kissing her again. God she was sweet!
Her body was alive and trembling in his arms.
He kissed her lips and forehead, the freckles on her nose. He kissed the fine line of her jaw and the velvet softness of her throat. His hands strayed up and he touched the warm skin of her cheek. Another kiss, deep and delicious, tasting each other...tongues caressing. He pressed his hands to her high firm breasts. They fit into his palms and he felt the tightening buds against his skin. He was becoming feverishly aroused.
She had molded herself to him, her fingers lacing through his hair, her beautiful lips kissing his face. Their bodies were hot with a consuming fire.
He wanted her.
He wanted her more than anything in the world.

 

[Sienna]

IC: Beka..

He comforted me. For a brief moment I thought I was in my dad's arms again. But then I realised this was Jack. Until a few hours ago, a total stranger that I now learned to trust and feel so close to.

We kissed again. Soothing then passionate as those feelings welled up inside me. Strong excited feelings that made me yield to him and want him. My senses became so intense. The smell of his skin made me feel so heady and I realised how intimate he had become. His hands were holding my breasts and my arousal was so apparent.

I rested my arms upon his shoulders and looked up at him. "I have not been with anybody for quite sometime" I whispered to him. "I want you." The words just slipped from my mouth almost involuntary. I needed him to do things with me. Make me feel loved and satisfied.

He lifted me from the stool and I held onto him. He carried me through to his bedroom and gently lay me onto his bed and I looked up at him with expectant glances. I was now his. There was no reason to resist him.

"Make love to me Jack. I want it so bad."

 

[ariosto]

His bed was high and looked out onto the dark street below. A street now beginning to fill with people taking walks after dinner, heading to the Café's and bistro's of the town or doing some late evening shopping. Colored lights broke the purpled darkness and sounds of laughter drifted up.

He turned on the bedlight.
A warm glow suffused the room. He leaned down and kissed the girl again.
"You are very beautiful Beka."
Jack stood up and removed his shirt. His chest was broad and sun darkened, a shadow of hair lay across it.
He sat down beside her and opened her shirt, slid it down her arms and kissed her between the swelling curves of her breasts. Her skin was soft and fragrant. He stayed there a moment just breathing her in. His hands slid under her bra, his palms filling with the warm firm shapes of her breasts.
Smiling he bent his head and unclasped the undergarment with his teeth.
"There." He said,
"Do you want me to be an animal?"

She sat up and smiled back, stripping off her shirt and bra.
"Maybe I do."

He lowered his brows and growled at her, pushed her back on the pillows and took the coral pink nipples in his lips, sucking them in between his teeth, first one and then the other. His tongue rolled them and flicked across their sensitive tips.
His hands encircled her breasts and squeezed, forcing more of her into his hungry mouth.
Beka's fingers twined into his dark hair as he ravaged her, lost in the wild honey sweetness of her warm flesh.

 

[Sienna]

IC: Beka..

I lay back, arms above my head clutching the pillow. I closed my eyes and felt his cool lips on my nipples, his tongue licking at them making them grow erect. I felt the tingling sensations through my shoulders and spine and stroked his hair as he kissed and gripped with his hands gently. This was so good. I could feel myself swimming inside a thick mist, absorbing him, smelling his aroma all around me. Tasting him on my lips and almost sucking him into me........

He reached down to my shorts and unfastened the steel button.
"May I...?" he asked looking up to me. I smiled and gently nodded my reply. He was so polite. It was hard to imagine him being an animal. He kissed around my navel, sliding down the shorts and then began to hover over my panties, taking in my redolence. "That sweetness......I love that aroma of youthful sex". He slowly peeled down the panties and began to kiss the soft pubic hairs. I breathed heavy, watching him, wanting him to continue because it felt so good. His finger traced the line of my trimmed hair, along my outer lips and gently between my thighs, then back again.

He pulled clear the shorts and panties, kneeled up between my thighs and spread then apart. "Your flower is so beautiful Beka." he told me. I could feel his fingers gently part my lips and then touch upon my love bud. "Have you ever been kissed upon your flower?..... Allowed anyone to taste your nectar?"

"No......never...." I whispered my reply, eyes closed and waiting with anticipation. No one had ever kissed me there before and I often dreamed of what it would be like. I licked my lips almost tasting my own juices on my tongue. I never had this feeling inside of me so rampant before. Sex had always been so fast and furious. Please make this last forever!...... Oh please!
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[ariosto]

The bloom of her sex was beautiful, the pale down on her mons hid nothing from his eyes. A gentle swell, a cleft, the hint of pale pink petals...
His hands slide up her smooth bare legs..long soft kisses on the tendons high on her thighs. His fingers touch the folds of her outer labia...Beka's heart beats rapidly and she closes her eyes.
The fingers press and move slowly and a wave of delicious warmth, warmth and pleasure moves through her. He finds the buried pearl of her clitoris and he nudges it up and down.
Beka gasps and sits up on her elbows her eyes are wild. She wants to watch what he's doing to her.

"Do you like this?"
He asks, his fingers continuing to play with the hiden bud, to tease it.
"Yesssss....yesss"
Her voice is shallow, breathless.

He touches her labia, moving his fingers in slow circles and gently opening them. Her hips begin to move, just barely move to the same rhythm. There is a growing heat between her thighs and she feels the juices flowing in the still closed flower of her sex.
He kisses her on the sensitive skin below her navel, she feels herself opening, spreading....
Her outer lips are slowly parted the deeper parts of herself are being exposed. Her concentration is totally centered on the opening blosssom between her legs, Jacks caressing fingers and his gentle mouth.
His warm tongue has slipped up between the soft pink folds, lapping the outer edges of her most intimate cleft.
Now his tongue has set up a rhthym of deep slow strokes that part her inner labia and come closer to her engorged clitoris still tucked beneath it's moist pink hood.
His lips close over it and he gently sucks.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh...Godddd Jack!"
She closes her eyes again. She could do this all night....

 

[Sienna]

IC: Beka..

That sensation of his lips, his tongue inside me took away my breath. I felt as if I needed to get close to him and I rested my legs over his shoulders. "Oooh god yessss!....don't stop...don't stop....Oooh please don't stop!" I gasped as he kept on doing this to me.

A warm inner wave began to build up inside my body, I began to shudder as this orgasm started to rise. I heard myself screaming out for more and he gave me more as I jerked closer to his mouth.

His hands cupped my buttocks and he began to grip me gently. Suddenly I could not hold on anymore as the intensity of my orgasm sent me into a spasm. I could feel myself release as it began to ebb slowly and gently. I looked down and saw him lapping every drop of my juices that I had yielded. Not a lot, but enough for him to catch and savour.

I reached to him and ran my fingers through his hair once more.
"Thank you Jack.....thank you for making me.....cum..."

It was rare that I ever got to feel the peak of my orgasms with others in the past. Everything was rushed and no consideration was given for my feelings like this. I was ready for more. I was willing to learn what making love was really like for real and with tenderness.

Jack looked at me and moved up my body, smiling. Our lips met and I could taste myself upon them as we kissed passionately.

 

[ariosto]

His finger is inside her nudging her clitoris from below while his mouth teases circles around it from above. He feels her shuddering contractions and knows she's cumming.
Fingers sliding deep into the places where her juices are running rich and wet. He holds them there, holds her pierced and open while his tongue
thrums over her clitoris.
She bucks and throws herself onto him as the orgasm consumes her and Jack lowers his mouth to the open lips of her labia and sucks the delicious taste of her into his mouth.

He moves up her body, caressing her belly and her breasts. His lips meet hers and kiss them a hundred times. His rough fingers move through the fine blonde hair spread out upon the pillows.
Beka feels his hardness and his heat lying against her thigh, she turns towards him and hooks her tanned leg over his hip, bringing the hood of his cock against the swollen moist lips of her sex.

I want you Beka...I want you now."
He breaths against her cheek.
His hands are behind her cupping the firm roundness of her ass, pulling her closer. She feels the tip of his cock sliding over her clit and sinking into the moist warmth of her vagina.

...*It's been so long...so long since I've been with anyone as sweet as this*...

 

[Sienna]

IC: Beka..

Jack whispered to me in my ear. "I want you Beka...I want you now.". I was still riding on my orgasm and tingling in every sensative area my body had. I wanted to consume him and I wrapped my legs around his hips. I could feel his hardness against me and I wanted to feel it inside of me.

Gently he pushed into me. The length and girth of him opening me up. His tender kisses making me feel so hot for him, so excited once again. As I held him tight I could feel each and every thrust. I could hear him moaning softly in my ear. He was becoming more and more consumed with passion and I needed to slow him, ease him gently into a rhythm that would satisfy both of us equally.

"Oh god.....I love you." I whispered to him. Words said in passion, their meaning distorted. How could I be certain I really loved him? This was surely lust not love. I knew nothing about real love. I had so many lovers in the past that real love never had time to manifest into something worthy of being called love.

I began to feel myself tense up, rising on yet another orgasm. But Jack whispered those words so familiar to me on occasions like this...."I'm cumming...." His body stiffened and his moans became more drawn out. I felt him shudder and then he stopped, pulling himself from me to release his warm charge over my navel. I looked down to see lots of white glistening creamy cum shooting from him. I had never seen that amount before as he purged each drop from himself with his hand.

I pulled him close to me and held him tight. Jack was not only trusting but considerate. Most of my lovers would never oblige by withdrawing as he did without protection. Although I did not reach my orgasmic peak that second time around, it still felt so good to be with him and hold him and give him the satisfaction he needed. His warm passionate kisses were so soothing and so calming. Surely now I had made love with a man who cared about my feelings.

Jack lay beside me and we listened to the sound of the people in the street outside. I snuggled into him running my fingers playfully over his chest. "What if the French agree to an extradition order?" I asked him. "They will arrest you and return you to the States."

He turned to me, kissed my forehead and smiled. "I have friends in high places who will give me fair warning so that I can move on. Already I have left Italy for those reasons. Up to now they seem to be leaving me alone to live my life. Here I feel free and protected. And today for the first time I feel very happy."
We kissed once more.

 

[ariosto]

Oh God, I love you....she had whispered.

Jack lay beside her listening to the night sounds from the streets
below. He had long ago stopped worrying about the law and the possibilities if exradition. He was living life a day at a time and right now he was more concerned with his sexual performance than spending years behind bars.
He'd wanted desperately to be a good lover to this girl. He had given her pleasure he knew that but his impetuous release had been premature. Perhaps he should purchase some condums which would slow his response and allow him to cum inside her rather than across her stomach.
He looked down there now and saw his spend still wetly gleaming on her tan skin and beaded into her pale pubic hair.
She was reading his mind...

"Maybe next time..." she began.
*Then there would be a next time!*

"Maybe next time I'll be better prepared."
Jack leaned down and kissed her breasts. Her hands ran through his shock of dark hair and sent shivers down his spine.

She kissed his cheek and sat up in the bed.
"Didn't I see a glorious LARGE bath tub around here somewhere?"

Jack lifted here from the bed and kissed her again...
"I believe you did Beka. Right this way..."



In the police station on the Rue Napoléon, a very tall man with blonde hair was showing several pictures of Jack Bronson to Inspector Cartier.
"Have you seen him? We know that he's been reported here."
Cartier's face was expressionless as he passed the photo's back to the Interpol agent.
"Non monsieur, I do not believe this man is in Golfe de Juan."

 

[Julianna]

Tara Marston, Interpol agent. Eyes green and shoulder length brown hair. She often wore deep red rouge on her lips because she was used to being undercover. The lips complimented the dark shades over her eyes.

Tara sat in the cafe forecourt drinking her coffee. Tom Keenan returned and sat beside her in his expensive high fashion suit. Despite their attempts to blend in with the environment, they looked like agents.

Keenan was an american-irish ex FBI agent and Marston an ex brit cop from special branch.

"So, does Cartier know him?" she asked.

"Nope. Says he never saw sight or sound of him." Keenan replied, his eyes drifting to the passing ladies.

"He's lying. He knows who he is. And he knows where he is."

"Yep. I thought that myself. What now?"

"Follow Cartier."

 

[Sienna]

IC: Beka..

Jack filled the huge bath with warm water and added some bubble bath and sweet salts. He lifted me from the chair and lowered me into it as we kissed.

"There ya go. A refreshing bath for my sweet little lady." he said. I sank below the soothing water and smiled at him. He sat on the bath draped in a white towel around his waist and ran his fingers through the bubbles, blowing a few of them in my direction.

"Jack, do you have a partner or a lover here in Golfe de Juan?" He looked at me with that look I became so used to which seems to say 'you inquisitive minx, why the questions?'. "I don't mean to pry or anything you understand....it's just that.." His finger pressed upon my lips.

"While I've been here I have had a few lovers come and go. Just occasioned short swift affairs. But I may add not very recently." He smiled. "Does that answer your question?"

I looked at him and he gently kissed me again. "Jack?" I was begining to bug him with constantly saying his name before a question. "Jack..?"

"What now?" He asked.

"There's lots of room in this bath.........."