By brhmsj
Copyright 2024 by brhmsj, all rights reserved
[4,700 words]
* * * * *Travels With My Aunt, 3
A Trip to France
When
Mom told me I’d be staying with Aunt Jenny she sweetened the deal with
a promise of joining my Aunt on her travels for business and pleasure.
I didn’t mind that the first two weeks were at her home which gave me
time to get used to life with her and in her neighborhood. All of which
certainly was new and interesting!
As my second week was
ending came the announcement that we’d be going on a business trip. At
dinner she revealed that we’d be going to France on Monday. “I have
clients in the south of France. So, I mix business with pleasure,” she
said with a smile. “Nothing like some time in southern France. I’ve
arranged for you to stay at a resort so that you don’t have to be bored
while I do business. There always are families there and there should
be kids your age.” I had no trouble telling her that this all sounded
great and thanked her for taking me.
It should not have
surprised me that traveling with Aunt Jenny was not what I’d expected.
We drove for a couple of hours to an airport that catered almost
exclusively to private aircraft. The plane we were in looked
unexceptional from the outside but inside it seemed to me to be a
flying hotel. There was a combination sitting and dining area. I
counted what appeared to be three bedrooms, which it turned out they
were. Really only just big enough for a bed but I would learn that the
beds were comfortable. There was a small but well equipped kitchen, not
the usual kitchen on commercial flights.
As we boarded, Aunt
Jenny greeted the crew familiarly, which they returned. One man, likely
in his mid-forties, proved to be the pilot. Two young men and one young
woman, all of whom looked like recent college grads, appeared to be the
flight crew. I could not help but notice that all of them were very
attractive. When it came close to takeoff time the co-pilot appeared.
He was a bit younger than the pilot but perhaps the most handsome of
the men. All the crew were dressed casually. It was disconcerting to
realize that being surrounded by these handsome men was causing an
erection in my shorts.
“You’ll need to do the usual seated
with seatbelt for takeoff,” Jenny told me. When we got the signal I
strapped myself in. Once we were airborn and the seatbelt sign was off,
the crew came over to us.
“I want you to meet my nephew Peter,” Jenny told them. I stood to shake hands with all three.
“I’m Jack,” the redhead said as he put his hand out.
“William but everyone calls me Billy,” the other man, a light brunette, said. We shook hands.
Last was the woman, a stunning blond. Her closeness wasn’t helping with
the lump in my pants. “Hi, I’m Abby and I’m sort of the room steward,
or stewardess, such as the job is. And whatever else needs doing. Jack
is the chef and a very good one, too.” I received a startlingly firm
handshake from her. I’d learn just what sort of personality she was as
the flight went on.
“I’m sure you haven’t eaten since
breakfast,” Jack said. “I have some lunch ready. You kids help me get
it served,” he said to Abby and Billy. Soon they returned with
sandwiches, homemade potato chips, salad and coleslaw, and an
assortment of pickles. Jenny took a glass of wine. I settled for
seltzer.
After we ate Jenny said “even though this is not an
overnight flight you should try to take a nap. That will help you
adjust to the time change. I usually get a quick nap when I can.” It
looked like she had some work to do during the flight. “When you’re
ready just get your clothes off and settle down. The beds are very
comfortable.”
I wasn’t ready for a nap yet so explored the
plane. I had pretty much seen it all but now took the time to look at
the bedrooms, explore the kitchen (which Jack was happy to have me do),
and then discovered that just past the kitchen there was a toilet
behind one door and a full bath (shower only) behind another. “All the
comforts of home,” Jack said as I gave a “wow” on seeing the bath.
“You need a shower?” he asked when I returned to the kitchen.
“Maybe when we get close to landing,” I replied. I’d like to take one
if only to have the experience of showering at thirty-six thousand
feet. Jack told me a bit about the plane. It belonged to the client
Jenny was seeing in France, but she had use of it at other times. I
said another “wow.”
We chatted a bit more then Abby appeared.
“We’ve been air born for over an hour now and it’s time for you to get
some rest, young man,” she said quite firmly.
I must have had a dumbfounded look at hearing that because Jack said with a wink, “alpha female.”
“None of that,” Abby told him. Apparently this was how they interacted.
She led me to the bedroom furthest from the sitting area. “I’ll turn
down the bed while you undress.”
“I don’t think I need to. . .” I started to say but was quickly cut off.
“Your aunt very distinctly said to get your clothes off.” Well she had
though I thought nothing of it at the time. “So, get them off.” There
was something about her that made me obey. I quickly had my sneakers
and socks, t-shirt, and shorts off. “Those, too,” Abby said as she
looked at my briefs. I started to protest then thought the better of
it. I hadn’t seen a paddle anywhere but suspected that any place Jenny
went was equipped with one. Reluctantly I stepped out of my briefs,
feeling embarrassed. After the past two weeks I should have known that
nudity, on my part, even though forced, was a given. Little did I know.
Abby had pulled back the sheet. She stood next to the bed waiting for
me to get in. I did and she pulled the sheet over me. Was this luxury
or was I being treated like a child? Jenny was right, the bed was very
comfortable. I hadn’t felt tired but quickly I was sleep.
About three hours later Jenny knocked on the door, opened it and stuck
her head in. “You should get up so you’re not too groggy when we land,”
she said. “The kids have snacks for us.” She left without closing the
door. I got out of bed. My clothes were gone. I sighed at yet another
case of forced nudity but there was nothing I could do. When I emerged
from the room only Jenny was in the sitting area. I went toward the
toilet. Jack and Billy were in the kitchen, now also stark naked,
except for the apron Jack was wearing. That was a bit of a relief.
“Well, now we get a real look at you,” Billy said with a smile.
I smiled back and was quick-minded enough to say “same, except for
Jack’s apron.” They laughed. “Excuse me but I gotta pee,” I said and
ducked into the toilet. When I came back to the kitchen the snacks were
organized.
“I think we have a wiseguy here,” Jack said to
Billy but I saw the wink and Billy’s smile. “Get settled in the lounge
and we’ll bring out these goodies,” he added. Jenny was sitting at the
table reading a magazine.
“Work done?” I asked her.
“Yes, fortunately,” she answered with a sigh. “Ah, here’s the food,”
she said as Billy and Jack entered. “I’ve been starving in here!” she
added, with a chuckle. The boys seemed used to it.
Jack had
removed his apron. “Now I get a real look at you,” I said with a smile.
It was nice to see that the carpet did match the drapes, as they say.
What the drapes surrounded was nothing to sneer at, either.
Now Abby appeared from I couldn’t tell where. She had changed into what
must be considered by some to be a summer dress. It hardly could have
been more provocative. I felt a stirring below but didn’t lose control.
Billy and Jack showed no signs of noticing. They must be used to it by
now. Or strictly gay, I supposed.
The snacks were nothing
fancy but welcome. The three crew members joined us. Time flew by as we
chatted and then the pilot was announcing that landing was imminent. I
still had no clothes as I fastened my seatbelt but the two guys were
landing naked, too. I wasn’t paying attention to all the chatter but at
some point I’m sure Jack asked Jenny “is he going to the Cap?” to which
she said “of course.” I figured I’d find out whatever there was to find
out.
The landing was uneventful. Once the plane was parked
Abby produced my clothes. “You’ll need these for the ride,” she said.
And what after the ride I wondered. Jack and Billy had pulled on shorts
(apparently commando), t-shirts, and sandals. The three crew members
stayed behind after our good-byes. A Mercedes limousine was waiting for
us, our luggage already being loaded into it. By all appearance this
was another airport primarily for private planes.
The driver
held the door for Jenny while I got in on the other side. “You have
your instructions?” she asked him once we were settled.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a charming French accent.
“You’ll like the resort and I assure you that you won’t be bored. While
we were on the plane I heard from local friends who said that they are
at the resort with their son and daughter who are your age. I told them
to keep an eye out for you. They’ll show you around.”
“Sounds good.” What could I say?
After about a half hour we pulled up to a discretely gated resort. No
sign. You had to know where to go, I guessed. The driver had a
transponder and the gates opened.
“Welcome to the Cap,” he
told us. I remember that “cap” in French means “cape,” so this must be
some spit of land into what had to be the Mediterranean. Just past the
gate was a reception building. The car stopped. I gasped as I saw two
naked bellhops came to the car to get our luggage. They had to be
bellhops given their caps, the only thing they were wearing besides
sandals.
“Um. . .” I said to Jenny, at a loss for words.
With a big smile she said “now darling, you must have known that this
is a nudist resort.” All I could do is say “um” again. Yes, I should
have known. We went inside the reception building where everyone,
except us, was nude.
As Jenny checked me in one of the
bellhops came up to me and said “I can take your clothes and put them
with your luggage.” Once again I had no choice. Stripping felt a bit
easier as everyone was naked, even the women, and Jenny had seen me
naked a lot by now. Even so, I was very aware that none of this was my
choice.
When Jenny had finished the check-in she gave me a hug
and said “you’re all stripped and ready for what I know will be a
wonderful time. I’ll be back at the end of the week. You’ll be feeling
right at home here by then.”
“Will you be staying here, too?”
It suddenly struck me that I’d be seeing my aunt naked, too. For some
reason that seemed the weirdest of all the weird things that had gone
on already.
“You are a silly boy,” she said as she hugged me
again. “Clothes are not allowed here except for dinner in the grand
dining hall and the restaurants. So, the answer is yes. By the way,
you’ll find appropriate dinner clothes in your suite. Now, I really
have to go.” I got a kiss on the forehead, a pat on the bottom, and she
was off.
The bellhop who had spoken to me before joined me. “I
can take you to your suite and show you around a bit. This is a
wonderful place. Great people and a lot to do. If you don’t speak
French that’s not a problem as most people here speak English. Most
people here are English, or British I should say, along with
Americans. You’ll feel right at home.” He escorted me to a golf cart
type of vehicle, loaded my luggage, and said “get in.” With that we
were off.
As we drove he chatted about the place after he had
introduced himself. “Je m’appelle Louis. My name is Louis. A lot of
Americans want to pronounce it Lewis so I just let people do what they
want.”
“I’ll do my best to pronounce it correctly.” We smiled
at each other. He was charming. I was impressed with his all-over tan
and began to hope that I could get one. Like most European men he was
uncut. Between Jenny’s neighborhood and here I was quite outnumbered in
that regard.
There were cottages spread about but we were
headed for a grand building which was the hotel. Once there, he took my
luggage and we took an ascenseur to the top floor. There
Louis produced a key card on a lanyard and opened the door. “This is
yours,” he said as he handed me the key card. “Don’t lose it!” he said
with a smile.
To say I was stunned by the accommodations
really is a bit of an understatement. The suite was a small apartment!
Living room, eat-in kitchen, three bedrooms (I guessed that Jenny would
have one), sliding glass doors to a balcony. “This is your room,” he
said as he opened a door. It was huge! The bed was huge! “En suite
toilet and bath. Take a look.” I did. There was a step-down tub which
looked like it could hold five, a sizeable shower area, and a Jacuzzi
that looked like it could hold more people than the tub could.
“There are a lot of parties in these baths,” Louis said with a grin. I
was speechless. “You take your time to get settled, put your things
away, and if you want, lie down for a while. I’ll be back later in the
afternoon to take you around and meet some people. Your aunt especially
told me that you have to meet the Belliveaus.” They must be the people
she mentioned.
Louis took his leave. I put away what little
clothing had been packed for me. The closet had four very
expensive-looking suits, shirts, and ties, along with shoes. I’d
already found socks and, what to me was very French, underwear in a
drawer. It didn’t take long to settle my toiletries. Having done that I
explored the bathroom some more. It was amazing. All that done, I
decided a lie-down would feel good and stretched out on the bed. It was
amazing, too.
Apparently I fell asleep as it seemed like only
moments before I heard Louis coming in. Having been asleep I was hard.
Louis gave me an appraising look. “Oh, sorry,” I said. “I was asleep,
so. . .”
Louis chuckled. “Not to worry. I’ve seen more erect
penises than you can imagine. Each is different and all lovely. Go wash
your face and I’ll take you to meet the Belliveaus.” If they were
friends of Jenny’s I figured I’d like them. I did wash up, which felt
good and had the advantage of giving my erection time to fade. When I
emerged from the bathroom Louis was sitting in a chair. “Get your
sneakers on and let’s go. We’ll walk to their cottage. No need to ride
and this will help you get to know the place.” With that we left.
It was not a long walk. People were strolling about, everyone casual
with their nudity. In a short time I saw people of all ages –
grandparents with kids who must have been their grandchildren, young
and middle aged couples, a fair number of what appeared to be teens,
and many prepubescent children. I kept saying “wow” under my breath.
Louis heard me and smiled.
“All ages, shapes, and sizes, and
all beautiful,” Louis said. He was correct on all four counts. I was
amazed that I was so accepting of how people looked. Being naked really
did break down barriers.
After about five minutes we
approached a cottage. Sitting on the porch was a couple around Jenny’s
age. They stood as we approached. They fulfilled my idea of a typical
French couple. He was handsome, slightly greying at the temples, a good
physique. She had hair of a light auburn hue, no doubt helped by an
expert colorist, fashionably cut, a healthy bosom, with a body that
definitely fit the definition of curvaceous. She was shorter than her
husband but not tiny.
“You must be Peter,” the man said in
charmingly accented English. “I am Marcel Belliveau and this is my wife
Geneviève.” Both gave me a warm handshake. “Please sit down.” I did. “I
trust that Louis is taking good care of you.”
“I have no
complaints,” I said with a smile. Louis had taken a seat some ways
away. I didn’t think he needed to but I guessed that he felt that was
what a perfect servant did. In France in any case.
“Excuse me a moment,” Mrs., or rather Madame, Belliveau said and went into the cottage.
“She’s getting our son and daughter, Rejean and Louisa. He is sixteen
and she is fourteen. You must be. . .” he paused to let me answer.
“Oh, I’m fifteen,” I replied.
With a smile M. Belliveau said “very nice, right in between.” With that
their children emerged behind their mother. I was stunned. He was
rather tall for a Frenchman, breathtakingly handsome, light brown hair,
and with an attractive all-over tan. Everyone had all-over tans but
there was something about his that caught my attention. His sister was
Madame Belliveau’s height and looked strikingly like her, though her
bosom had a ways to go. Her hair was a darker brown than Rejean’s and
seemed not to need a colorist’s assistance. It felt rather catty to be
that away about their hair. I did my best to put such thoughts aside.
We shook hands. Rejean said “come sit with us here.” It was a settee,
neatly fitting three, across from their parents’ chairs. Naturally, as
the guest, I was in the middle and there was no avoiding flesh
touching. “Your first time at the Cap, I believe.”
“Yes. It’s amazing.”
“We’ve been coming here all our lives,” Louisa said. “It really is our second home.”
“So you must know a lot of people.”
“Oh yes,” she replied. “There’s a teens group if you’re interested. A
quick way to meet some of the kids though not all of them are
interested in it.”
“No formal meeting times,” Rejean added, “but a place to hang out. We’ll take you there later or tomorrow.”
“Did you have a good trip here?” Madame asked, reverting to the usual niceties.
“Very good. I’d never seen a plane like that.”
With a laugh Marcel said “the Amboise Corporation does everything in lavish style. I’m sure your suite is suitable.”
“More than suitable!” The family chuckled at that. I’d find out over my
stay that Marcel was on the board and a major shareholder. I never did
find out exactly what he did or where their money came from, but I
quickly learned than money was no object.
We chatted for quite
a while, getting to know each other. Secretly I was impressed at how
good their English was. As we talked Louis let himself into the cottage
and a few minutes later returned with a tray of aperitifs. Whatever it
was, it was delicious.
When the drinks were done Marcel said
“we would like you to be our guest at dinner. Besides the grand dining
hall there are restaurants here, too. You will get the chance to dine
in the grand hall but tonight we want to take you to our favorite
restaurant. Clothing is required for all eating establishments. I know
you have clothes in your suite. Can you dress and meet us here within a
half hour.”
“Easily,” I answered with a smile. We all rose and after a round of à bientôt,
Louis appeared from where he’d been seated and said he’d walk me back
to the hotel. Back there Louis opened the closet and took out a set of
clothes.
“This will be appropriate for tonight,” he told me.
“You will want to wear different outfits for different places or
occasions.” He went to the bureau and retrieved a pair of the very
brief briefs I had noticed earlier. He noticed my eyebrows go up. “The
French style,” he told me with a smile. Then came the socks. That done,
everything was laid out on the bed for me. From the closet he chose a
pair of shoes which, to my eye, were also in the French style.
“Take a quick shower then we’ll get your dressed. We don’t want to keep your hosts waiting.”
“Of course,” I said. It was a quick shower but it left me wanting to spend more time in the shower when I could.
Much to my surprise Louis helped me dress. Well, in reality he dressed
me. It was a bit disconcerting but I’d get used to it over my stay. He
particularly helped with the shirt studs, something I’d never worn.
Rather than a tie he put a cravat around my neck. After he’d put the
socks on me he said “step into these,” as he held out the pants. Pants
in place he tested out the fit, which was perfect. “And now these,”
said, indicating the shoes.
To say I was amazed hardly does it justice. Everything fit as if I’d been measured for it.
“An elegant young gentleman,” Louis said as he brushed the suit jacket,
quite unnecessary as it was immaculate. “Very French,” he added with a
smile. “Shall we?” He took the lanyard with the room key card and did
not hand it to me.
“Mais oui,” I said, having some
fun using French. I felt a bit odd being so elegantly dressed and
walking with a naked companion but Louis was unconcerned. The
Belliveaus were waiting for us, also looking quite elegant. Rejean, in
my opinion, was sexy yet without being provocative. I could easily be
seduced by all four of them I thought, then hoped no one saw me blush.
“I will see you later tonight,” Louis said and took his leave before I could say anything.
“It’s a good night for a walk and we do not have far to go,” Marcel said as he led the way.
“Your clothes fit beautifully,” Louisa told me. I thought I detected a
purr in her voice. Whatever it was, my penis gave a bit of a response.
I took a moment to survey how she was dressed. A full-length dress
which showed off her bosom to good effect, in a color which went
perfectly with her natural coloring. I had already noticed that
Rejean’s smartly tailored pants were tight and his endowment was quite
evident. I’d learn that this was common. I felt a bit silly taking note
of that as my pants were the same that way, though I hadn’t really
noticed when I was dressing.
The restaurant was outside, right
on the water. I’d seen the Mediterranean from the hotel but being up
close was a different experience. It was breathtakingly beautiful. As I
expected.
We were seated and handed menus. Marcel was given a
sizable wine list. As I looked over the menu what jumped right out at
me was the lack of prices. If you have to ask, you can’t afford it I
guess, was my thought. I caught Rejean watching me, likely to see what,
if any, reaction I had. To my relief, I disappointed him.
Wine
ordered, Marcel proceeded to make some suggestions for the entrées.
“Whatever you wish, of course,” he added. “I’m sure you will enjoy
anything on the menu.” In a moment he was going through the ritual of
opening the wine. He approved. As the wine was being poured he ordered
aperitifs and various patės. About these he did not consult any of his
family. Apparently this was the norm for them.
The wine was
delicious. “Wait to drink that, Peter,” Marcel said with a warm smile.
“It needs to breath for a bit. You may drink it after the aperitifs.”
With that they appeared. Different from what we’d had earlier but
equally delicious.
Needless to say, the entire meal was
exemplary. A series of courses, each with its own wine, served with
portions that ultimately left you satisfied but not stuffed. The US
could learn some things from France.
Also in typical French
fashion, the dinner took up most of the evening. When we were done
Marcel said “it is getting late and I’m sure that you are tired,
Pierre,” the French version of my name said with a smile. “Tomorrow
Louisa and Rejean can show you the disco and places that teenagers
enjoy but for now you need your rest.”
“As do I!” Geneviève added.
“However, we can take a casual walk back to the cottage,” Marcel said.
We took a long route, all four of them pointing out points of interest.
There was, in fact, a disco. I glimpsed naked bodies gyrating to the
music. That could be fun, I thought.
When we got to the
cottage I truly was ready for bed. To my surprise Louis was waiting for
us. He said nothing and silently waited as we said our good nights. All
four Belliveaus gave me the traditional French cheek-to-cheek kisses,
Rejean and Louisa seemingly lingering a bit longer with the ritual.
When I was ready to leave, Louis joined me. “Did you have a good evening, sir?”
“Yes, thank you. Please don’t call me ‘sir.’ Peter or Pete, or even Pierre will do.”
“As you wish, Pierre.” I could hear the amusement in his voice but was
glad of it. “I will help you undress,” he told me as we walked. I
thought that that really meant that he’d undress me with little help
from me.
“Please don’t feel that you have to take care of me,” I said. “I don’t want to monopolize your time.”
“I’m not sure what that word means but it is my job to assist you while you are here. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Well, if that’s what you’ve been told to do. . .”
“I will sleep with you tonight,” he told me quite matter-of-factly.
“Oh. . .?”
“Yes. For two or three nights as you get used to life here. More if you wish.”
Again I said just “oh.” We had reached the hotel and went to the suite.
As I surmised, Louis did undress me. While I was taking care of things
in the bath he put away the clothing. When I emerged he smiled, said
“my turn” and went into the bath. I heard water splashing. I vacillated
about getting right into bed. I certainly wanted to get to bed but his
announcement had me wondering how to proceed. I lingered by the bed.
The water turned off and Louis rejoined me. “Ready, si. . ., Pierre?” He smiled at his error.
“I guess so,” I said. I took the side of the bed that I preferred,
wondering what would happen when Louis got in. The last thing I was
aware of was him pulling back the sheets. I was asleep in no time.