Naked In A French Orchard

How I came to be in Southern France with a young woman is a long story that I won't bore you with. Let's just say that she answered an advert to help renovate a cottage that I owned. I will call her Julie, though that was not her actual name. I was separated from my wife at the time and had travelled to France from England to work on the cottage which might soon become my only home.

It was spring and the orchards around the cottage were in full flower. The birds were singing, the bees were busy with their pollinating and the sun was shining down to make a beautiful warm day. It was a romantic setting for a walk which would give us a break from the painting and plastering we had been doing all week.

I had noticed that Julie was sending me some not so subtle signals. It wasn't just that she laughed at my jokes too much, but that she took every opportunity to allow me to glimpse her young body. Her tee shirt was worn loose so that I could see her breasts when she lifted her arms when painting the walls.  I had tantalising views of her nipples pushing through the thin cloth of her summer dresses. When working, she wore very brief shorts which not only showed all of her thighs but also I could see the cleft of her cunt. 

She was twenty years younger than me, but we found it easy to talk and she was very relaxed in my company. She was unconventional, high spirited and loved to defy authority by going on protests like other people went to gigs. She showed great interest in my life story. It occurred to me that she was on a campaign of conquest. She was the predator and I was her prey. If I am what she's after, I thought, I will play along.

It was Julie who suggested that we take a break and walk down the hill into the orchards and it was Julie who reminded me to bring a blanket for us to sit down on and to bring some of the local wine which we could drink with a few mouthfuls of French bread. She was wearing her usual pink shorts, an old vest with holes in it, which hung so low under her unshaved armpits that I could see her lovely tits and loose sandals. She never wore a bra and she didn't need to because her tits were perfect.

She wasn't interested in walking far, so as soon as we were in a quit and private place, she said let's put the blanket down here. As I lay out the blanket, she took her vest off and lay down topless. I poured the drinks and she looked into my eyes and said, 'Isn't this romantic?' I agreed and pulled her towards me for a kiss.

She pulled out a joint that she had already rolled, lit it and then offered it to me. As I inhaled the sweet smelling herb, I felt totally relaxed. We shared the joint and then I said, "It reminds me of that painting French painting where the men sit around the naked girl - Dejeuner sur l'herbe. He we are in our own painting. Except, of course, you are not quite naked...."

This was the only signal she needed because she immediately stripped off revealing her neatly trimmed pubes and her slightly hanging tits and white pure unblemished skin. 

"But in these days of sexual equality, you must be naked too," she said, laughing, and started undressing me. This didn't take long because I wasn't wearing much and I wanted to be naked with her. 

While her lips engaged with mine, her hand went down to my cock and casually she began to massage my stiff dick. 

Then she boasted, "Do you know I've been told I give the best blowjobs in all of England?"

"No, I didn't know that, but we are in France now. Does your reputation extend to foreign countries?"

"You can be the judge of that," she said smilingly.

The she lowered her head, pulled her long hair back, and wrapped her lips around my rigid cock and began to prove that it was no empty boast and that her expertise reached international standards. I enjoyed her soft licking and sucking while her fingers tenderly gripped my shaft.

I changed my position so that I was on top of her. I could now see all of her young body. While she continued to suck and wank me, my fingers went between her legs and found her cunt wet and willing. I fondled her clit which grew firm under my touch. I was in no hurry to end this magical moment, so I asked her to slow down. We gazed at each other. She showed me how she fingers herself while I held my cock tight to stop it exploding. 

In that orchard, at that moment, we found the reason to live, to love and to be happy. Pleasure through sex was the only thing on our minds. When she invited my cock to enter her and I felt my dick being held by her young cunt, we began the best sex I had had for a very long time.