"Come on," she said. "We need to get to Avignon to see the solicitor. Hurry or we'll be late."
I had a quick shower and then got dressed. My clothes were more suited to the English climate than the south of France in high summer but they were all I had to put on.
It took about an hour to drive to Avignon which was a beautiful town full of history. Ruth decided that there was no need for me to come to the solicitors and so I wandered the streets looking for a present for Lesley. I found what I was looking for in a small perfume shop and bought her some scent along with some posh soap to go with it. I thought about how much I'd have liked to have discovered Avignon with her and felt a bit sad that she wasn't here with me.
The next thing I did was find a shop that sold shorts as I was baking in my jeans. I bought two pairs of smart Bermuda style shorts and kept one of the pairs on. I was out of the shop before realising I had committed a fashion error by keeping my socks on and had to go back and buy some short socks that I could wear in my trainers.
Ruth and I met up by one of the many fountains that were located around the medieval part of the town. The shops were beginning to shut for lunch and so we found a restaurant to sit outside. The French do lunch properly and we spent almost two hours passing the time away.
"How did it go at the solicitors," I asked her.
"Fine," she said. "It's all done from our end but it looks like we still won't complete until the end of August. There's a lot of bureaucracy it seems." You could hear the disappointment in her voice as she said it.
"You'll have plenty of time to enjoy it when it's yours," I said.
"You're right I suppose..." then added, "but what I need now is some retail therapy."
"I've already done mine," I said and showed Ruth my morning's purchases.
We walked along the streets of the old town past the tourist shops selling trinkets, patisseries or chocolates and Ruth stopped outside a lingerie shop. "French lingerie is so much nicer than the English stuff," she said and we went in. Ruth skimmed through the racks of underwear and pulled out a delicate lacy set of bra, stocking and suspenders.
"What do you think?"
"Very sexy," I said.
Ruth spoke to the assistant who went and looked in a drawer for the right sizes then led her to a cubicle to try them on. Us guys should never be left unattended in lingerie shops. We don't know what to do with ourselves. I spent an uncomfortable few minutes not knowing where to look until Ruth re-emerged. Satisfied with her choice Ruth thanked the lady and as she was paying for them noticed a stand filled with men's briefs. Ruth examined the boxes containing the briefs, each of which had a picture on the outside of a buff male model wearing nothing but the contents of the box. Ruth picked out two boxes and added them to her purchases. The shop owner rang them up on the till without batting an eyelid and Ruth paid the bill and handed the briefs to me.
I got to drive us back to the hotel in the Golf. The fact that the steering wheel was on the other side of the car wasn't a problem, but remembering to drive on the right hand side of the road required a bit more getting used to. It was half past four when we got back but it was still hot. Sitting outside on the patio we had a coffee and chatted. There were a few people by the pool and a waiter milled around making sure that guests were attended to, but other than that it was quiet.
"Fancy a swim?" asked Ruth.
"Why not," I replied.
We both went into the bedroom to get changed. It was an unusual moment. Previously I'd only ever undressed Ruth and it felt a bit odd being in the same room as her and just getting changed. I put on my new Speedo swimming trunks which were very brief but at least they were the right size. There's nothing worse than a bloke in a pair of trunks that are too small. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and had to admit that I looked pretty buff. Narcissism is a terrible thing. Ruth wore a very fetching bikini. She had lost a bit of weight since we'd first met and definitely looked more toned for it.
I went to walk out of the bedroom and Ruth said, "Don't forget your robe." It hadn't occurred to me that you needed to walk to the pool in a dressing gown but apparently you did. We traversed the ten yards or so from the patio to the pool and by the time we got there an attendant was already laying out our towels. You could feel the eyes of the other sun bathers on us. There was a couple Ruth and David's age, another in their thirties and a younger girl alone in her early twenties. They were all reading either a book or a magazine. Everyone wore sunglasses except me because, well, I didn't own a pair of sunglasses.
Ruth slipped off her gown and sat at the edge of the pool dangling her legs in the water and I followed her.
"You realise everyone is watching us," Ruth whispered then slipped herself into the water.
I let Ruth swim a couple of lengths then jumped in as well. The water was warm but compared to the temperature of the afternoon sun it was refreshing. I could swim but I wasn't a good swimmer by any means so I pootled around while Ruth swam doing that thing that women do in order to keep their hair dry.
After a while Ruth got out of the pool. She dried herself off with a towel then applied some suntan lotion to her front and lay back on the sun-lounger. I stayed in the pool and swam for a bit longer before getting out.
Put some suntan lotion on..." Ruth said, "or you'll burn to a crisp." I'd already built up a tan working on the house but I took her advice and put some on any way. A while later Ruth turned over onto her tummy and asked "Would you do my back for me?" I reached for the bottle of lotion and as I did Ruth slipped out of her bikini bra in order not to get a tan line. Pouring the lotion into my hands first I rubbed it into her back and shoulders. I was about to put the lotion away when Ruth said, "Don't forget my legs and make sure you cover my sensitive parts. I don't want them burning." So I massaged the oil into her legs all the way up and almost into her pussy. I could hear Ruth sigh as I did this.
At six people started to leave the pool and pretty soon we were the only ones left. The waiter asked if we would like a final drink before he closed but we declined and he left, presumably to start waiting on dinner guests. Ruth came and sat on the edge of my sun lounger and having first checked there was nobody around ran a finger along the outline of my cock in my trunks.
"How do you fancy eating in the village tonight?" she said, squeezing my cock as it began to grow.
"Sounds good," I said.
"There's not really enough space in those trunks for you and your erection, is there. Why don't you come back to the apartment and put it to good use instead?"
I slipped on my robe, grateful for the cover it gave me then we walked back to the apartment. The moment we got back Ruth was all over me. I'd not seen her like this before, she was insatiable and just wanted to be fucked as hard as possible for as long as possible. I fucked her missionary position to start with then lifted her legs up onto my shoulders and using some sun tan lotion for lubrication I slipped into her arse and continued to fuck her until I came. All the time had Ruth encouraged me to fuck her harder and faster and I was shattered by the end of it. It was good to see Ruth letting her hair down and enjoying herself but I hadn't really realised what a wild-child she could be.
We drove into Gordes for dinner that evening. For me the town was one of the highlights of the trip. Eating outside at one of the restaurants in the square was hard to beat. Ruth could see that I enjoyed it and we came back the following two nights as well. The restaurant at the hotel was fine but soulless compared to the bustling streets of the town on a warm summer evening.
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Wednesday began with a run. I managed to get back and have a shower before Ruth was properly awake. When she did finally wake up she wanted sex and I was happy to oblige. I did her doggy style on the bed before flipping her over and cumming between her tits. I fed her the cum that collected in the small of her neck with a teaspoon, just like she'd wanted me to do the first time we met. She seemed happy with my efforts.
We walked up to the main hotel for breakfast. I was starving and had the full English, or whatever they called it in France. As we ate I noticed the girl who had been by the pool the day before walk in with her father. Except that after a while it dawned on me that he may not have been her father at all. Looking at the two of them I realised that the girl could well have been there in a similar capacity to me. She looked happy enough though whatever the truth was.
I finally got to see the Ruth and David's new property for the first time that morning. It was in a stunning location and came with quite a few acres of hillside vineyards as well as some other fields. The house itself was an old farmhouse come winery. Although the winery had closed many decades ago the farmhouse was still occupied by the current owners, who were an old couple. They were selling because their children had moved away and had no interest in taking over the farm. They knew that they were sitting on a small gold mine and so decided to sell the place and live off the proceeds of the sale. Who could blame them?
