Fun in France

Life had been a blur since University, marriage and a child combined with a hectic career in a marketing consultancy. Gemma an american friend from Uni worked for a rival company and over the years we did lunch and talked over our lives and our work. I had sort of fallen into marriage and it had been a mistake from the day we met but I had gone to work for my husbands father. So as my marriage fell apart, Gemma and I decided to go it alone and start our own business targeting the travel industry. 

In my early thirties I was a single mum struggling to kick start the business with Gemma and some girls who we had worked with over the years, my ex father inlaw had done all he could do alienate potential customers against us. And life was a struggle, my mother was looking after my daughter and life was hectic and the returns were small on the business and hard to come by, Jess our office manager told us of an office opportunity in a more up market part of town. The rent was reasonable and the previous incumbents had left a very up market suite of office equipment and we were now looking like a professional established consultancy. New computers installed and an IT geek to sort out the systems and we were up and running. We developed some good accounts but we struggled with the IT and presentations as none of us were that good at manipulating the Programmers to the best advantage and our IT geek was not as good as we wanted but we could not afford any one else. 

I stormed into the office at mid day in early spring, I was cursing and swearing as I had been to a presentation, hooked up the projector to my lap top only to find that my presentation would not run. I told Bill to leave there and then as it was the last straw with him. In my anger I had failed to notice the tall guy in leather talking to Jess, she excused herself and they headed out to lunch. I was not to happy when she came back 20 minutes late, I was about to give her a piece of my mind when she said "you haven't met my dad", as I turned the tall leather clad guy introduced himself "hi, I'm Chris I understand you our having a bit of trouble with your presentations"

Introductions over and with this huge man staring into my eyes and asking about the computer problems, I said "well can you help", "I'll give it a go". Jess took "Dad" into a office to show him what sort of problems we were having whilst I took a call. 

Twenty minutes later I went to see how he was doing, only to enter as he was taking his leather bike pants off leaving him in shorts, socks and T shirt. I had to laugh at this 40 something guy but he then showed me what was wrong with the presentation. He literally pushed me out of the office door and at about 6pm he walked into my office still in his socks, shorts etc. I noticed he was quite well tanned and a fit looking guy as he came around my desk and showed me the reworked presentation.

I called Gemma in and she could not believe what she was seeing, Chris said, "call your clients". I didn't dare, but he got the number from Jess walked back into my office whilst calling our potential client on his mobile. sweet talk and humility quickly turned to "she will be there in an hour". I was forced to change into a pair of trousers of Gemma's and was put on the back of Chris's bike and zoomed back to Heathrow where I did my presentation and picked up a two year contract. 
A revelation had hit our Office, Chris was soon a regular visitor and began working on our presentations and upped our computer skills, as well as adding some managerial expertise and his business nouse for new approaches to finding marketing ideas.

A year or so later we had to go to France to meet with clients in the tourism and hotel industry, Chris was in the office and Gemma sugested asking him to go with us as amongst his talents he spoke French and we had learnt he even had a French holiday home.

On our arrival, No hire car was available at the airport as arranged, Chris got us a taxi and when we got to the hotel. Only to find a conference in town and twin rooms available. Amie our artist and designer agreed to share with Chris as she felt "safe" with him as he was Jess's Dad. We headed for our rooms and a shower and when we got to dinner Amie said that Chris had gone to get a car and would not be joining us.In the morning Amie seemed a little bit quiet and Chris was as bright and humorous as ever. Outside the hotel he showed us to a smart top of the range Range Rover and I was shocked as I was worried about the cost. To our surpise he said that it was his car and that a friend had picked him up and taken him to his house about 150k's up the coast. 

Our clients seemed quite impressed when we arrived at our meetings, things progressed well and we were asked to make another presentation on the following Tuesday. With only one meeting on the Friday we were not sure what to do. Gemma, Amie and I were disscussing flying home when Chris said. I have arranged for you to stay with me for the week end.

Friday we had lunch in a pleasant Bordeaux restaurant and then we headed up the coast and across the Gironde to Chris's holiday home. We turned up a short drive where the electric gates opened like magic between the pine trees we saw a few houses and then we turned into another drive to a large house with a swimming pool. A tall sun tanned woman in a dental floss bikini came out of the door and greeted Chris, the house was his as were all the others
in the exclusive complex of luxury homes. Chris showed us to a large room each with full en suite facilities with Jacuzzi and balconies looking over a large pool.
The evening was spent a local eateries where Chris was welcomed by all the locals. Amie seemed quieter than usual, but we were all tired and wanted a good nights rest, the next morning we were called down to a huge breakfast display that our host had prepared himself. All though we had some casual wear with us, we wanted to head for some shops to get some beach wear. Chris laughed and we headed off for the town, the coast road was busy as it was high summer, as cars headed for the beach and turned into the numerous pine forest parking areas progress was slow. With a shriek Gemma spotted a "naturists" sign, Chris explained that it was a nudist beach and that was why he has laughed at our hurry to by a swim wear. He explained that it was not compulsory to go au naturel, he had towels and sun lotion in the car and that no one would be bothered by us in our underwear. Gemma and Amie were up for it and I got persuaded to take a chance. We parked and headed off through the dunes towards the beach. 

Some people were naked walking to and from the beach and as we came through the dunes we had to laugh at a middle aged group of tanned wrinklies playing volley ball naked, not a pretty sight! The beach was huge miles of golden sand and we found a quiet spot by the dunes. Chris stripped to swim shorts and left us girls to disrobe. The three of us stipped to our underwear, Gemma and I in thong panties and Amie in pink bikini bottom. Amie then took her bra off, "what's the point" she said "my tits our not that big any way. Gemma and I our somewhat larger and since I breast fed I went up a size or two and prided myself on my firm bosom. All oiled up and ready to go we headed for the cool sea, Chris was a long way out and us girls splashed around and gently swam about before we headed back to the towels to sun bathe. Chris joined us and advised us to put on more lotion. After a while the sun was getting hotter and hotter and we decided on another swim. We felt at ease with our male companion and he said he was going to arrange some lunch before he joined us.