Well, I am finally on my way to the airport for a long dreamed of ski trip to the French Alps. I am in pretty good shape for a widowed retiree in his 60's, and life is pretty good. I hadn't flown in years and, as I sat in the back of the Uber, I wondered if the airport scanners would show the pretty panties and cami I always wore.
Old habits are hard to break, and my late wife always enjoyed keeping me looking a bit feminine. I hadn't gone back to male clothing underwear, still enjoying the soft sexy feel of pretty lingerie. We arrived at the airport and I got through the check-in with no issues. I settled in for the flight and fell asleep thinking about the fun Deb and I had with my dressing up for all those years. Even our best friends never knew.
I slept much of the flight and chatted a little with the couple in the row with me. They were a younger couple in their 20's heading to Geneva. We disembarked and I breezed through customs with just a slight smirk as the Swiss agent looked quickly through my bags. She said I was good to go, Sir, a bit of emphasis on the sir as she winked and smiled at me. I soon was on a bus to Chamonix for 8 days of skiing.
I checked into the lodge, unpacked and went to the hotel restaurant to grab a bite to eat. I checked my messages and email on my phone. Oh great, a new message from Michelle asking when I was going to visit.
Let me explain a bit about her. My neighbors and best friends of 30 + yrs, Bill and Jean, had 2 kids that grew up with my 3 children. We were kind of like Uncles (and our wives Aunts) to each other's kids. Always there for them if the others were away for business or whatever. Bill and his wife were lost in when a drunk in a speedboat crashed into their small sailboat. Michelle, later, had moved to France to take a job as a nurse in Cannes.
She was 26 now and I hadn't seen her in 8 yrs but we kept in touch regularly. She even started her emails or calls with "Hi Uncle Brent". When I last saw her she was an intelligent, mature and very pretty young lady with a killer smile and long slim legs on her 5'10" frame. I think she was taller than me by the time she was 13.
When she found I was coming to France to ski she made me promise to spend a week with her afterward, saying she could use someone that was handy around the house. I had responded that I would love to catch up with her and would be glad to help out around her home. And why not? A week in Cannes, with the Mediterranean beaches nearby. Of course, I would be there.
So, while waiting for my dinner, I replied that I arrived OK, and was looking forward to seeing her the following week.
I spent a wonderful week skiing and would wear myself out each day and head to the hot tub or for a massage after. I didn't go for the nightlife too much, as I was so worn out from each day's skiing. After my last day on the slopes, I packed my things and the following day boarded a train to Cannes.
Michelle met me at the station with a warm hug and a kiss on each cheek. We chatted a bit and after loading my luggage in her car headed out for dinner. She was in her nurses' outfit, having met the train after work, and looked as stunning as I remembered. We mostly talked about my ski trip and reminisced about some ski outings our families had taken when she was young. She said she didn't ski much anymore but instead enjoyed the beautiful beaches.
On the way to her home after dinner, she commented on my long hair. "Still tying it in a ponytail like the old hippie you and my dad were, I see!"
"Yes, the old hippie blood is still strong," I laughed.
We soon pulled in to a nice, newer condo complex. After pulling into the underground car park we went up to her unit. She showed me around. 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, a lovely open living area with lots of plants everywhere. In the spacious kitchen, she got out some cheeses and some wine. Pulling back the drapes, she showed me the view of the sunset over the Mediterranean. It was awesome. Moving to the dining area we could look down on the condos private pool.
I told her how amazing it all was and how it must be incredible to live here.
She showed me the bedroom I would use and said I could put my things in the dresser and would find towels and things in the bathroom closet. She pointed to the 3rd bedroom door saying it was her private study. I took the hint and figured it was off limits. She headed into her bedroom and said she was going to change, and do her daily lap swim, and that I could relax and enjoy some more wine and cheese.
As I was moving my two suitcases to my room she emerged from her room in the smallest, hottest, bikini I have ever seen.
"Shouldn't you cover up a bit before going down there," I commented.
"Oh Uncle Brent, don't be such a prude. This is France, not Virginia." And with that, she was out the door. I unpacked my things and decided to shower. Entering the bathroom I was getting harder and harder from the view of her in her swimsuit. I had never thought of her in a sexual way before, but as a more mature and independent woman now things had changed a bit.
I looked around the bathroom and got a nice plush towel from the closet. There were a toilet, a bidet, and a washer and dryer. Oh, and a hamper next to the laundry machines. I had to have a little peek. I opened the lid to the hamper and OMG! French lingerie is amazing. I pulled out a panty it was black lace. I mean nothing but black lace other than the little cotton crotch liner. I couldn't resist holding it to my nose. Such an intoxicating scent. I almost fainted.
"But this is wrong," I told myself as I put it back in the bin. "She's almost family."
I hopped into the shower and washed with the soaps and shampoo/conditioner she had left. I smelled like lavender when I dried off afterward. Wasn't expecting that. Oh well.
I was getting dressed, just some sweats and a tee shirt when I heard her return. She had a towel wrapped around her waist and her wet hair was still dripping with pool water. The droplets cascaded of her perfect breasts as she said hi before going for a shower.
I sat down with a glass of wine and waited for her.
She came out of the bedroom later wearing a lacy yellow cami obviously with no bra and matching pajama pants. She was apparently quite comfortable dressing this way in her home. I hoped she didn't notice the reaction it had on me, as my cock was starting to tent out my panties and sweat pants. I poured her some wine and offered her some cheese.
"Gee Brent, a girl could get used to being served that way."
I just laughed and said how happy it was to see her again, and that I was pleased how successful she had been in her life choices. I could only dream of having a woman as beautiful to spend my time in service to. In fact, as much as my wife had enjoyed me dressing up, that's all there was to it. I always wished she had taken a much stricter dominant role but she just didn't have the mindset for it.
After opening another bottle of wine Michelle said I had lovely hair and shouldn't tie it in a ponytail, being wet like it was. She dragged me to her bathroom and pulled out my hair tie and grabbed her dryer and a brush. She had me face the mirror and proceeded to blow dry and brush out my hair. When she was done it was full and curled under at the bottom.
"I know lots of gals that would die for hair as pretty and full as yours Brent. You should wear it down more often. Anyway, I know you are probably tired from all your travels so we may as well call it a night. I have to work tomorrow and you can hang out here or go for a walk on the beach if you like. I left a spare key on the table by the door."
"Oh, and if you can Brent, the kitchen faucet is leaking can you take a look at it. There is a tool kit in the hall closet, but if you need anything there is a hardware store a couple blocks north of here." With that, she gave me a quick goodnight kiss on the lips and headed into her room.
I stood there shocked for a second. Wasn't expecting a kiss on the lips. I went to bed and between the kiss and thinking about the panties in the hamper stroked to a massive orgasm.
Michelle was gone to work by the time I awoke. I put on my favorite pink panty girdle and tucked my pants down for that smooth fem look I was taught to love so many years ago. They had lace trim on the waist and leg openings and felt so sexy. The shirred back gave my butt a cute look too. I put on a pink cami to go with it. It was shimmery smooth satin and I loved how it felt on my nipples all day. I put on some beach shorts and a dark tee shirt and a pair of sandals. After a bit of breakfast. I checked the fridge to see if anything was needed that I could pick up when I was out. Maybe I would cook up some good old American food for Michelle for dinner.
I took a quick look at the sink and then checked the toolbox to see what I had to work with. Looks like it only needed some new faucet washers. That would be an easy fix, and the tools I needed were there. Just had to pop in the hardware store and grab a pack of washers.
I headed out for a walk along the beach. A bit overcast but plenty of eye candy all along the shore. Glad I tucked well.
I headed back to where Michelle said I would find the hardware store, and did so with no problem. The problem was, would anyone speak enough English to know what I needed. My French was a bit limited. After finding a helpful store clerk that knew English, I found some washers and plumbing tape and headed to the market.
I figured some nice cheeseburgers with mushrooms would do the trick. Michelle already had plenty of wine, beer, and other fixings, so I picked up what I needed and headed back to the condo.
It was about 4 pm when I got back. I figured I would prepare everything I needed to cook and then fix the
faucet leak. I was almost done with the food when Michelle walked in with another woman in tow.
She saw me in the kitchen and said, "Hiya Brent, hope you are making enough for 3."
As I looked up she introduced me to her friend Cara. Cara was just as pretty as Michelle but with a short, kind of butch, hairstyle and wore a similar nursing uniform. I shook her hand and said there was plenty of food, but I was planning to fix the sink before cooking it so they had time to relax first.
We talked a bit about how I spent my day and Michelle said they were going to take a quick swim before dinner and give me time to play plumber. They both popped into Michelle's bedroom and came out wearing matching bikinis. They blew me a kiss and were heading out the door as I retrieved the tool kit from the closet. I was rock hard before they made it out the door.
How lucky was I to be hanging with now 2 beautiful twenty-somethings.
I got to work on the sink and it was a pretty simple chore. I was just finishing up and was re-connecting the water supply when I heard them return.
"How's it going handsome? Everything okay," asked Michelle.
"Almost done," I replied from under the sink. "Can you just hand me that wrench by your feet, please?"
I reached out my hand and she put the wrench in it. I was finishing tightening the fitting and felt her soft hand rub my back gently. "Its so nice having someone that can fix things around here, even if its just a few days. Thanks, Brent. Anyway, you can start dinner when you are done, Cara and I are going to shower first. I glanced back to see two sets of bare tanned legs with nicely polished toes heading out of the kitchen.
Crawling out from under the sink, I stretched a bit then tested the faucets and declared them drip free. I felt good about completing this small task for them, and put away the tools and washed my hands before getting busy with dinner.
The girl's returned from their shower both in tight leggings and t-shirts that did little to hide their figures. They sat in the kitchen with me and Michelle poured some wine while watching me prepare dinner. Burgers on buns, baked beans, and potato salad. We drank and chatted about their work day as I cooked.
It turns out that Michelle and Cara both worked at a private clinic that did a wide variety of elective surgery that the national health care didn't cover. Like facelifts, tummy tucks, and such, as well as normal procedures that the wealthy would rather use private doctors for.
With the food ready, we chatted and drank while we ate. When we finished I started loading the dishes into the sink.
"Well if you are going to do the dishes too, Brent, then I am going to drag Michelle into the living room to chat a bit. Can you bring us some more wine in a few minutes."
