Italian Connection by Gardner Francis Fox

Author:Gardner Francis Fox [Fox, Gardner Francis]
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter Five

The party was getting into high gear as I put my evening pumps on the deck of the Alsace. A naked brunette, breasts swinging crazily, was running past the ladder with a naked young man in pursuit of her. His rigid manhood leaped and bounced to his strides as he sought to overtake her. Behind him, in the shadows, I saw a man and woman squirming their naked bodies together.

“Well,” I said, “Things are under way already.”

“These are the sauvages, those who cannot contain their animal desires, ma cherie,” whispered Etienne, catching my elbow and guiding me aft.

“And we can?” I giggled “So early in the evening, of course. But we must have them, for at the moment, these people are the true Tropezians, movie folk and artists of sorts, a writer or two. They are seen everywhere that is anywhere. They feel they add a certain flair to whatever party they attend.”

The Countess was waiting stark naked by the little bar set up for the evening. She had a damn nice shape, even if her belly paunched just a little. She ran up to me, hugged me, kissed me, stood back to admire the beaded blouse and organza trousers.

“So distinguished,” she enthused. “Absolutely adorable.”

Her black eyes studied the way my nipples peeped out of the holes in the fish-net beaded blouse. They roved downward to where my thighs joined and my red pubic hair made a splotch of color behind the blue organza. Her own nipples were up, thick and heavy.

“I feel I’m overdressed,” I smiled, letting my own eyeballs do the grand tour over her body.

“Not at all. It adds mystery.” She made a face, saying, “I—I am too much revealed, n’est ce pas?”

I played the game, I told her, “You are as the lily of the fields, ma comtesse, as mentioned in the bible. Who else can be arrayed as one of these?”

My hand touched her hip, ran up to her breast, lazily fondled it. There was lust-fire in her eyes and her tongue came out to lick her lips. I don’t know what would have happened if Etienne hadn’t caught me and drawn me away. The Countess was ready for about of lesbian love.

Etienne dropped his cloak. Under he wore only le minimum, that typically Rivieran garment that consists of a small vee of black cloth that covers the genitals. Now le minimum is an accepted garment in Saint Tropez. One goes anywhere in it—and it alone—if one feels like doing so and has the body to wear it. Etienne had a pretty good body for his age, but it did sag here and there.

I pretended enchantment. I laughed and lifted off the beaded blouse. My breasts were firm, solid. They’d hardened as the Countess had looked me over. My old goat grinned at the sight of them, bent to kiss the nipples.

“A drink first, cherie, un dry or a cassis. And then a swim, non?”

Un dry for me, a cassis for him. Then he put his hands on my blue organza trousers and slid them downward.

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