When Karl and his wife Lenny arrived in Paris, they spent about ten days at a good hotel. Lenny was short for Eleonora, a family name foisted on her by her mother. Karl's family had money, so there was no need to skimp. They ate at good restaurants, visited the Louvre, went to the Folies Bergeres, in fact did all the things tourists must do in "The City of Lights."
Lenny wanted to see the country side: the Pyrenees; Provence; the Cote d'Azure. She wanted to stay in Cannes and Nice, maybe do something daring, like lie topless on the beach.
Lenny was 25, a blond with a nice body who'd been a cheer leader at UCLA. Her family was from the San Francisco Bay Area, El Sobrante to be exact, a small community near Richmond. Her father worked for an oil corporation, so they were comfortable, but not rich.
She was almost a virgin when she met Karl, having had a boyfriend in her senior year at High School. She'd tried to avoid sex because of her mother's warnings about disease and pregnancy. There'd been hand jobs, blowjobs, but she never gave in.
There had been another boyfriend in college, and again she avoided sex. That had lasted for two years, until her senior year. She and Ed, her boyfriend, had sex using condoms once every couple of weeks until he graduated and moved back to the East Coast, then she met Karl.
Now Karl was a different story, a good student who was going places when he finished grad school. He came from a strict Lutheran family who came by their wealth honestly, well, if you could count mining and despoiling the earth as honest. Now,HE was a virgin. A very good engineering student, he studied a lot, and for entertainment he masturbated.
They'd met at the University of Colorado where Karl was looking at grad school, and Lenny was cheerleading at a football game. There was a party, and Lenny had seen this tall good-looking guy with glasses, who was sort of shy, but obviously well off. For Karl it was love at first sight, but while Lenny liked him, especially his money, she didn't love him.
There was virtually no sex until they married, just some "heavy necking" and groping. They had a huge wedding financed by Karl's parents with a reception at their house in Pacific Heights in San Francisco. Lenny wanted to go to France for their honeymoon, so right after the wedding they left and it wasn't until they were in the hotel in Paris that they had proper sex for the first time.
Lenny was astounded at how little Karl knew about sex, and she had to guide him through it, trying not to appear too experienced. After he caught on however, he was insatiable for two or three days.
For Karl, everything about Lenny was perfect, from her beautiful legs, to her soft inner thighs, her lovely pink vagina, her flat stomach, her perfect breasts, her mouth. When they kissed he literally drank in her saliva avidly.
When she had her first period he was disconsolate, and masturbated the first day, then Lenny felt sorry for him, and gave him a blow job twice a day until she was "well again" as he put it.
They rented a car, and drove south through Orleans to Bordeaux where they spent the night. Then south again through the Pyrenees, through Rousillon where they stayed in a tiny village called Coucugnon. Then on to Perpignan and along the coast road to Nice.
There Lenny did indeed sunbathe topless, and while her breasts weren't very big their shape was beautiful, and she enjoyed the admiring glances of the men. Nice, however disappointed her, because that the beach was shingle, not sand.
They visited St Tropez, Cannes, and rode the train to Monte Carlo. Karl had a small French phrase book, and had had a couple of years of French in high school, so he used the language as often as possible, with varying success.
One day they drove up to Grasse from Nice, to a restaurant that had been highly recommended. On the way back Karl decided to take a shorter route rather than drive down to Cannes, and then along the coast to Nice.
After a few kilometers the engine started to run rough, and gradually got worse until they were barely crawly along. The road was deserted and it was starting to get dark. No other cars and hardly any houses until, going through a village Karl saw a sign "Garage" and beneath it a small sign that read "Chambre d'hΓ΄te". He stopped the car and fished out his French dictionary.
"Here's a garage." He said, "And I think a place to stay. Like a bed and breakfast."
There was a light in the window of the house but the garage looked shut up tight. Clutching his phrase book he got out of the car.
"Even if the garage is closed maybe we can stay the night."
Lenny wasn't too enthusiastic, she was dressed in heels and a short skirt, not panty hose, she found them too uncomfortable, restricting, but thigh high stockings. But she had no pajamas or nightgown, so this would have to do.
Karl knocked on the door and after several minutes a hall light came on and there stood a young man.
"Vous voulez?" He asked.
"Ma voiture est en panne, Monsieur." Karl read.
"Ah, compris, mais malheureusement le garage est ferme."
What a perfect Frenchman, Lenny thought. Slim, tall, darkly good-looking, and with a cigarette held between his lips which moved up and down as he spoke.
"Shit! The garage is closed." Karl said to Lenny.
"You didn't think it would be open this late did you?" Lenny asked him. "How about the B and B?"
The Frenchman looked over at her as if he'd just noticed her, and their eyes met.
"Just a minute." Karl was searching his phrase book without success.
Karl gave up his search, he'd wing it. "Je vous offre double si vous fixez...regarder l'auto......la voiture cette nuit."
"Vous avez tellement d'argent?" He answered with surprise.
"Non, mais j'ai Visa, et autre, American Express."
The Frenchman was silent, then glanced back over at Lenny.
"Je suis.. eeeeeh....desole, mais on n'accepte pas Visa ou les autres plastiques."
Karl was aghast. They wouldn't accept his credit cards?
The man went over to the rental car, where Lenny was sitting, opened the door and said.
"Please β come - in." In faltering English. And as Lenny swung around to get out he eyed her legs as she stepped out, and she was sure he could see up her skirt. This actually didn't bother her, she liked the way he was looking at her.
He waved to both of them "Vas-y. Come in."
They followed him into the house and into the living room where he switched off the television.
"Un verre du vin?" He asked them, and after they said yes.
"Rouge ou blanc?"
"Alors, vous n'avez pas d'argent mais vous avez les cartes plastiques. Mais je n'accepte pas Visa. C'est difficile, n'est ce pas?"
He paused and they wondered what he was going to propose. He looked over at Lenny,
