"Jacques," I acknowledged him, "merci!"

    He smiled and walked away.  I pulled the cart into the room and wheeled it by the bed.  I pulled the cover keeping the food warm away and found two plates of pancakes, cantaloupe and sausage.  Two glasses of milk and one cup of coffee completed the meal.  I set the coffee on the night stand next to Collette's sleeping form and one of the two glasses of milk.  "Good morning," I whispered with a soft kiss on her forehead.

    Collette stirred and slowly opened her eyes.  "Morning," she breathed sleepily.  

    She sat up, pulling the comforter up to her breasts.  Standing next to the bed I handed her one of the two plates from the cart, setting it on her lap.  She took a sip of the coffee, slurping noisily.  "Very good," she said with audible pleasure.

    We ate slowly, savoring the meal that Jacques had prepared for us.  "What do you want to do today?" I asked between bites of the delicious pancakes.

    "Go to the beach," she said quickly.  I wondered if she had thought about it prior to my asking the question.  "I do have a new bathing suit to break in," she continued with a laugh.

    "The black one, I hope," I smiled recalling how she had emerged from the changing room wearing just the thong bottoms of the black bathing suit she had purchased yesterday.  

    Smiling, she said, "perhaps."

    I gathered up the dishes and returned them to the wheel around cart.  With everything collected I wheeled the cart into the hallway where one of the may employees would return it to the dining room to be washed, dried and put away.  Collette bounded into the bathroom and I heard the water cascading in strong waves.  The sound of her voice reached my ears, Collette singing in the shower.

    I stripped and joined Collette in the shower.  We bathed quickly.  I washed Collette's back, and she in turn, washed mine.  We emerged from the bathroom after drying off and much to my delight Collette donned the bottoms of the black bathing suit.  She pulled a white T-shirt over her breasts and pulled a pair of green shorts up her shapely legs.  "You talked me into it," she laughed.

    I grabbed a pair of black shorts and Collette stopped me, "no," she said, shaking her head.  "You don't need any shorts for the beach.  Put on a pair of pants, no shorts, no underwear."

    I donned the requested outfit and asked, "don't want me to swim with you?"

    She said nonchalantly, "no, you are going swimming."  She was nodding as she spoke.

    I understood her meaning.  If I wanted help pick her bathing suit, she was going to pick mine.  We finished dressing and left the bedroom.  We walked to the stateroom that Melinda and Travis were staying in.  Knocking on the door we waited for either of them to answer.  Our rapping queries went unanswered.

    Collette led us to the dining room where we found Travis and Melinda eating breakfast.  Travis was eating a ruby red grapefruit with a large spoon and Melinda was dining on a large plate of eggs, sausage and grits.  It seemed strangely twisted, Melinda eating heartily while Travis dining on the fruit until Melinda, smiling at our approach, explained, "he's on a diet."

    Collette and I took a seat at the table and Melinda and Collette talked animatedly.  I only caught some of the words, but they seemed to be reliving the day before and making plans for the upcoming trip to the beach.  Collette looked up at me and said, "show Melinda your bathing suit."

    Blushing I stood, and facing Melinda, I dropped my pants revealing my naked sex.  Melinda and Collette kept watching me while Travis lowered his face to stare at his dwindling grapefruit.  "You can get dressed," Collette commanded and I obeyed.

    They finished eating and together the four of us went to Melinda's and Travis' state room.  Melinda donned a yellow thong with matching string bikini top.  Smiling and looking at me she chose a pair of khaki pants for Travis to wear to the beach.  His bathing suit was to be the same as mine, it seemed.  Together the four of us headed to the wooden plank leading from the ship.

    The captain stopped us as we were leaving, "when would you like to leave port?" He asked Collette.

    Collette tilted her head and then turned to Melinda.  They had become fast friends; it was obvious that they enjoyed each other's company.  It was great having them aboard, they would always be welcome.  Talking quickly, I heard the names of several cities tossed around.  Finally Collette turned back to the captain, "we would like to leave tonight after sunset.  Please put the word out to the crew.  We want to visit Pompeii so head towards Italy."

    "Very good, mistress," the captain said, bowing slightly.

    The wind was strong as we descended the gangplank towards the French soil.  We walked slowly towards the beach, taking in the ancient architecture of the city.  Quaint shops and cozy restaurants lined the main strip leading away from the dock.  Smells greeted our nostrils, pastries and pastas, meats and vegetables all mingling in a delightful scent.

    We continued walking east before turning towards the south.  The buildings gave way to colorful tents as we approached the beach.  The Mediterranean spread out before us, the wind kicking up white capped waves.  The hot sand cast lazy lines of heat into the air.  The beach was crowded with people basking in the sun or swimming in the warm water.

    Collette chose a spot for us and I dropped the bag we had packed while getting ready.  I spread out two blankets onto the hot sand, and holding my hand out to Collette, escorted her to the first one.  Collette walked onto the blanket and pulled her top over her head, baring her breasts to the warm air.  She dropped her shorts and lowered her body to the ground.  She dropped forward and lay face down on the blanket.  Looking up at me she said, "don your suit."

   I pulled my shirt over my head and set it down on the blanket.  I kicked off my shoes and pulled my socks off of my feet.  Taking a deep breath I unfastened my pants and pulled them off, standing naked on the crowded beach.  My hands fell to cover my cock, my face turning red with embarrassment.  Coming from Arizona, I was not used to being outside naked and felt self conscious about it.

    Melinda spoke to Travis and he too disrobed until we were both standing naked.  We were not the only men naked on the beach.  Scanning the crescent shaped beach I saw that, indeed, most people were milling around in one form of undress or another.  Travis was more accustomed to being naked at a beach and did little to hid his sex.

    "Why don't you and Travis walk along the beach for a bit so Melinda and I can talk," Collette directed me.   Melinda repeated something similar to Travis in French.

    "Of course," I acknowledged.

    "Oh," Collette said, almost as an afterthought as we turned to leave, "don't cover yourself."

    My face was crimson as Travis and I left the relative comfort of the blanket to walk along the beach.  I had to concentrate to keep my hands away from my crotch.  I was aching to cover my nakedness, not accustomed to baring my sex to the gaze of so many others.  This was different from the intimacy I had shared with the ships crew, this was entirely innocent and felt strangely electrifying.

    Travis spoke to me and I shook my head, not entirely comprehending. "Not com... comfortable," he stammered, looking at my tense arms clasped behind my back.  He was struggling with English like I fought with his French.

    "Non," I replied, shaking my head.

    He nodded as if he understood what I was going through.  We continued walking along the beach.  Children were frolicking naked in the salty waves.  They were taught early that it was accepted to be naked on the beach, and when they reached my age they would not feel as self conscious as I now did.  Naked men and women were sunbathing, soaking up the warm rays of the morning sun.  The blush on my face continued.

    Travis and I walked about half a mile along the sun kissed shore.  My fingers were intertwined behind my back to help me from covering my nakedness.  Travis was more at ease than I, having been to a nude beach before.  There was an uncomfortable silence between us, the language barrier hindering our communicating.

    We reached a breakwater and turned around.  I was amazed at the distance we had covered during our walk.  We began the long trek back to the blanket where Melinda and Collette were sunbathing.  We spotted a kiosk selling water and beverages and I took an awkward step towards it before hesitating.  I realized that without any money I couldn't purchase any water.  The flush look on my cheeks deepened.

    We walked along the water, the cool waves washing over our feet.  I spotted Collette lying on her stomach, with Melinda sitting comfortably, leaning back on her hands.  Her legs were reaching towards the water.  They were talking and giggling like school girls as we approached.  Collette looked up at me and asked, "enjoy your walk?"

    "Yes," I replied, "it did get easier."

    "Good."

    Collette opened the bag that I had carried to the beach and pulled out a bottle of suntan lotion.  Shifting towards me she held out the bottle, "rub oil on me," she said.  I took the proffered bottle as she brought her arm back to her side.  She was lying on her stomach, her arms held along her body, and her legs parted slightly.  

    I dropped to my knees and opened the bottle of the dark oil.  Squirting a healthy dollop of the thick oil into my hand I began rubbing the oil into Collette's skin.  I started at her shoulders and slowly worked my hands down each of her arms that were resting at her side.  I filled my palms again and oiled Collette's back down to the black fabric of her thong bikini bottom.  One last time I dipped into the bottle and coated Collette's legs with the oil.  Her body was shining, glistening in the sunlight.  

    Collette was moaning happily as I coated her body with the oil.  As I finished coating Collette, Melinda commanded Travis to coat her body with the oil.  He proceeded to apply the oil to Melinda as I had Collette.  When he finished Collette told me to open the bag and grab some money so that Travis and I could fetch some water for us to drink.  I obeyed, and once again Travis and I walked away from the sun bathing ladies, our naked bodies on display.

    The walk across the hot sand stung my feet and I winced with each passing step.  It was odd to me that Travis and I did not receive more than a passing glance as we hurried to purchase drinks for Collette and Melinda as well as for ourselves.  The French people were accustomed to naked men walking on the sand.

    The stand where we purchased eight bottles of water was small with a colorful roof sewn together out of scrap rags.  It was a rainbow lattice work or cloth and it gave the kiosk a playful look.  Travis proved invaluable as he ordered the drinks in his native French.  He and the kiosk owner chatted amiably for a few minutes before we left, our drinks in hand.  

    Returning to Collette and Melinda we offered the two women their own bottle after opening them for them.  Collette smiled a playful grin, "you deserve a reward," she said to me and I heard Melinda say something similar to Travis.  Still grinning a devilish grin Collette continued, "why don't you and Travis go into the water and give each other a hand job.  Don't come back until you both have come."

    Red-faced, I turned to obey, Travis following behind me, his head held low.    

    We walked out until the water was washing over our shoulders and resting at our nipples.  The water hid our embarrassing act.  I turned to ask Travis if he wanted to go first when I felt his hand on my cock.  My face was flush with embarrassment as Travis began to slowly massage my timid cock.

    His grip was firm and slowly my cock grew hard.  Travis stroked my erection, rubbing my cock.  I hissed as his hand stroked me, working me towards release.  He was moving slowly, hiding his actions from any onlookers.  I could see Collette and Melinda watching us with inquisitive eyes and smiling knowingly.

    I threw my head back as I came into the salty water, hissing sharply.  My knees buckled briefly and I dipped under the waves.  Coming up, coughing and gasping for air I saw Collette laughing in delight at the scene playing out before her.  Travis spread his legs slightly and hearing Collette's voice in my head I reached tentatively for his cock.  My fingers wrapped around his penis and I began to masturbate him, my hand pumping his erection.

    I stroked Travis' cock slowly, trying to hide my actions from any prying eyes.  My face was cast towards the water, hiding my shame.  I continued to massage Travis' erection until his fingers dug into my arm and he came, throwing his body under the salty water to hide his excitement.  The thick fluid was swept away, eradicating any trace of our actions.

    We left the water and took a seat with the ladies.  I stroked Collette's calf softly, smiling at her and the huge grin on her face.  "Have fun?" she asked, chuckling softly.

    Melinda spoke to Travis and he immediately rose to his feet.  He began to walk down the beach towards the kiosk where we had purchased the bottled water.  Collette turned to speak to Melinda and then turned back to me, "go with him."

    I ran after Travis, my limp cock flopping with each step, bringing a fresh haze to my rosy cheeks.  I caught up with him and asked, "where are we going?"  He replied in French which I did not understand and so I just silently followed him.  We arrived at the kiosk and he handed the kiosk operator some Francs and collected six hot dogs, four with buns.  I looked at him and then at the two bun-free hot dogs, my imagination running wild and I had a feeling my imagination would be vindicated.

    We carried the hot dogs back to Collette and Melinda and we ate them, two for Travis and I and one for each of the two ladies.  Smiling, Collette handed one of the two remaining hot dogs to me and one to Travis.  "Go into the water and put it in your ass."  Still smiling she continued, "make sure it isn't visible.  When you are done I want you to dig a hole about three feet deep so I can bury you in it."

    I heard Melinda talk to Travis and he stood to obey, taking the hot dog Collette was holding out to him.

   Travis and I once again waded into the ocean.  I spread my legs slightly and slowly pressed the small invader into my ass.  The hot dog was not firm enough to slip past the strong muscle of my sphincter and fell apart in my hand, the water washing it away.  I looked over at Travis and the lost expression on his face informed me that he had the same problem.  From the shore I saw Collette laughing.

    We left the water and Collette laughed, "plugged?"

    I hung my head down, shaking it slightly, "no.  It fell apart."

    Collette just laughed.  "Well, dig your hole."

    I opened the bag we had carried and grabbed a small spade.  I used the spade to slowly dig a hole about three foot deep. The hot sun was bearing down on me as I dug, sweat pouring down my face.  Travis was ten feet away and per Melinda's instructions was digging an equally impressive hole in the hot sand.  When we finished Collette and Melinda beckoned us into the opening.

    I jumped into the hole I had dug, the ground reaching to just below my nipples.  Collette sat up and motioned for me to squat lower.  I obeyed her commands, stopping when my neck was even with the sand.  "Don't move," Collette told me as she began to fill the hole with the sand and dirt I had removed.

    Next to me Travis was being buried by Melinda.  I wondered as the sand began removing my freedom of motion if Melinda and Collette had discussed this in advance.  The sand rose higher until Collette was packing it in by walking around my trapped body.  I couldn't move any part of me, my fingers and toes were alien to motion, the sand binding me more efficiently than any rope could ever hope to.

    Collette crossed over to our carry-all bag and pulled out a wrap-around skirt from the bag and a second one for Melinda.  As I watched her wrap the garment around her waist I knew what she was planning for me.  Melinda said, "merci," and began to don the second full-length skirt.  Collette stepped forward and standing above me, my head hidden by her skirt she reached up and eased her black bathing suit bottoms off of her body.  She sank lower and straddled my head, my face pressed against her sex.

    Trapped as I was I began to tongue Collette's pussy, lapping at her sex with slow, deliberate strokes.  I pushed my tongue around her moistness, massaging her pussy with the pink muscle of my tongue.  I tasted her excitement as she and Melinda chatted amiably, our ministrations hidden by her skirt.  Collette controlled the pleasure she received by squeezing my face with her thighs, preventing me from pleasuring her or by shifting her legs slightly to allow me easier access.  

    An hour later Collette rose from to her feet.  She had had two orgasms as I pleasured her and my beard smelled of her arousal.  Melinda had begun the slow process of digging Travis up and Collette returned to the blanket we had set up hours earlier.  When Travis was free of the sand Melinda spoke to him and he came over and began digging me out of my bondage.

    Free of the hole Travis and I filled the opening with the free sand.  Collette and Melinda pulled the bottoms of their bathing suits back on and when the holes were filled Collette directed me to pack up our belongings.  I packed the carry bag with everything we had brought including the blankets and finally Collette led us from the beach.  It occurred to me how easily Collette took charge and how it seemed that she and Melinda clicked perfectly in all of their plans.  I had not seen them talk about digging the holes but they were unified in the execution of the plan.  

    I still felt out of place as I walked naked over the hot sand.  My cock, shrunken in shame refused to make its presence known, embarrassing me further.  We approached the sidewalk that skirted the beach and Collette stopped us.  She directed us to open the bag and finally gave us our pants back.  I immediately felt better having my privates covered.  The blush on my face immediately began to fade.

    Collette and Melinda continued their friendly chatting as they led us from the beach.  From the conversation with the captain I knew we were leaving for Italy when we returned to the ship.  The captain would not leave without us, of course, but I knew that he wanted to leave port before the sun set to the west.  Collette led us to the left, away from the dock and into the city.

    We stopped at a small restaurant with ivy growing up the side of the stand-alone building.  A young woman wearing a smart white blouse and full-length skirt greeted us and Collette accepted her invitation to follow her.  We sat at a large booth, Collette and Melinda on the end, trapping Travis and I between them and the wall.  The table was covered with a cloth table cloth made of cotton and there were condiments sitting on the table, salt and pepper, garlic and olive oil.  

    A tall man with graying hair and a long goatee approached the table with four glass of water.  He set one of the glasses before each of us and then offered each of us a menu. Collette and Melinda took two menu's each.  Collette set one down in front of her, as did Melinda, and then opened the menu.  I looked at Travis and he was looking at me with the same look of acquiescence.

    The waiter left with a backwards glance, silently wondering what was transpiring at his table.  Shaking his head slightly he continued on with his duties.  He returned about two minutes later carrying some freshly baked bread coated in butter and four small saucers.  He served each of us a piece of the delightfully smelling bread and placed the still heaping basket of bread in the center of the table.  

    "Are you ready to order?" he inquired in broken English.

    Collette replied in French and the waiter smiled at her command of his language.  She ordered for both of us and then Melinda ordered for both her and Travis.  I watched Travis as Melinda ordered and he shook his head slightly.  I wondered what he knew that I didn't; I knew I would find out soon enough.    

    The waiter departed and Collette looked over at me, "since you had such a hard time with the hot dog," she was smiling happily, "we ordered some raw carrots with your dinner."

    I found it funny that Travis would shake his head over such a minor thing until Collette finished, "the waiter was delighted to hear what they were needed for."  That explained Travis' expression, it was one thing to have a carrot or any other plug in your ass, it was quite another for that knowledge to be shared with others.

    The waiter returned and when I saw the tapered orange sticks I knew that Collette had indeed informed him of the final resting place of the carrots, he had delivered the two largest carrots I had ever seen.  I had, of course, had larger dildo's in my ass, but they were lubricated.  We had no lubricant with us and as such would feel larger than they were.  Collette took the carrots and thanked the waiter.  He glanced back at us as he walked away.

    Collette handed me a carrot and the other to Travis, "suck them," she commanded, "you wouldn't want them to go in dry, would you?"

    The question required no answer and Travis and I found ourselves sitting in a moderately crowded restaurant sucking on carrots as if they were cocks.  Collette and Melinda were guiding our actions, ensuring that the task did indeed resemble a lewd sexual act.  "Very good," Collette smiled, "I think you two know where they go."

    I turned to leave the table and with a grin Collette asked, "where are you going?"

    I understood immediately and whispered, "no where."  I pulled the tablecloth up to cover my lower body and slowly unfastened my pants.  I pulled them down to my knees and then bent over to lean on my thigh.  I grabbed the tapered vegetable and with gritted teeth I slipped the carrot into my ass.  It slid in slowly until I was able to once again pull my pants up, locking the carrot in my ass.

    Travis did the same, hiding his shameful act with the tablecloth as I had.  He inserted the carrot in his ass, a blush on his cheek as the waiter had returned to watch.  "Am I interrupting," the waiter asked.

    "Non," Melinda giggled.  

    The waiter informed us that dinner would be served shortly.  His visit only one of curiosity.  My face was flush as well as the waiter knew that a carrot was sitting in my ass as well.  Travis finished getting dressed and sat fidgeting on the carrot.  The waiter returned to fill our water glasses and I wondered if he was just visiting to see the red hue on our cheeks, or was he always this attentive.   

    Collette looked at me, "thank him."

    I was blushing furiously, my mind racing.  Did she mean what I thought she meant?  If she was, could she be serious?   The amused look on her face informed me that she was.  She was enjoying the look of shock and dismay that had to be dancing across my eyes.  My cheeks were red with embarrassment as I glanced at the waiter.   "Thank you for bringing me the carrot," I choked, my voice high.

    "More," Collette whispered.

    Blushing furiously, "my ass was so empty.  I really needed something plugging it.  Thank you so much."

    The waiter turned to Collette and spoke in French.  She replied in kind, laughing merrily.  The waiter turned to leave and Collette, laughing at the red flush on my cheeks whispered, "he doesn't speak English.  He has no idea what you just said."  

    Collette was still chuckling lightly when the waiter returned with our meals.  Travis had a fish sandwich with rice on the side.  Melinda had  a large garden salad with grilled chicken and vinaigrette dressing on the side.  The waiter delivered a garlic roasted chicken breast on rice with a wine sauce and Collette smiled as her order of escargot was delivered to her, six tan snails.

    We ate our lunch slowly, enjoying the meal.  Collette was purring as she savored her snails.  She had had them the previous night, and she seemed to enjoy these more.  The snails were large and though an appetizer on the menu, more than made a meal for one person.  We ate in silence, the only sounds were the clatter of silverware against our plates.

    We finished eating and Collette sighed, "well, I guess it's about time we head back to the ship."  

    Melinda agreed and the two started talking as if Travis and I were not present.  Collette paid the bill and left a generous tip.  We stood to leave and I immediately felt the carrot shift uncomfortably in my ass.  Collette noticed my discomfort and smiled at me.  "Full?" she asked.

    I nodded in response.  

    We walked slowly back towards the dock.  The carrot was shifting uncomfortably in my and I moaned slightly.  We walked along the beach with the sun slowly sinking behind us.  The beachgoers seemed oblivious to the sinking sun.  It was as if they were intent on staying at the beach forever.  

    The ship came into view, standing majestically on the water.  Collette smiled at the white behemoth as it appeared, awed by its size.  "It is a wonderful ship," she commented nonchalantly.

    Melinda agreed, and the two of them broke into a lengthy conversation.  I caught a few words with my limited French, but deduced that they were discussing the ship.  Melinda laughed, a high-pitched cry of delight and then Travis laughed as well.  I wondered what the joke was but didn't break in to ask.  They continued talking with Travis throwing a few words in occasionally.

   We walked along the dock and then climbed the gang plank onto the huge ship.  The crew was milling about, preparing the ship for departure from the wonderful French port.  The captain came up to Collette, snapping a sharp salute, "we are ready for departure, mistress.  Shall we get underway?"

    "By all means," Collette smiled.  "How long will it take us to get to Italy?" she asked.

    "Just over thirty hours," the captain replied.

    "Sounds good," Collette said, leading us from the deck.  Melinda and Travis bid a fond farewell and departed for their quarters.  Collette and I went to our quarters where Collette quickly undressed, "bathe me," she breathed, walking nude into the bathroom.  

   I stripped off my clothes and folded them neatly; placing them on the dresser.  Padding naked into the bathroom I found Collette waiting for me, sitting with her legs crossed demurely on the porcelain commode.  I smiled at her and pulled back the shower curtain that hid the bathtub.  I turned on the water and set the temperature to a tolerable level.  I opened the medicine chest and poured in a dollop of marigold bubble bath.  Immediately the fragrant suds burst into life.

    When the bath was full I held my hand to Collette, "your bath is ready."

    Collette took my hand and I helped her to her feet.  I guided her to the water and helped her into the tub.  She sank down into the warm, scented water.  An involuntary purr escaped her lips as the warm liquid caressed her skin.  "Very nice," she breathed, shutting her eyes and sinking down until her shoulders were covered in the white bubbles.  

    I dropped to my knees, kneeling by the tub.  I watched Collette's face as she relaxed in the bathtub.  Her head was resting against the wall, her eyes shut with a thin smile playing across her lips.  "Bathe me," she said, her eyes still shut.

    I reached over and grabbed a dark red washcloth from the thin stack of shelves that sat next to the tub.  I dropped the rag into the water and began washing her feet, rubbing the cloth over her body gently.  I bathed her feet and then her ankles, slowly working my way up her body.  I washed her calves, knees and thighs.  Ever higher I crept, skipping past her sex to wash her waist.

    I bathed her stomach and climbing higher I washed her breasts.  She was making soft sounds of delight, savoring my caress.  I washed her shoulders and then each arm independently.  I washed her hands and brought the wet washcloth higher to wash her shoulders and neck.  Over and over I dipped the washcloth into the sudsy water, keeping the cloth full of soap to bathe her.  I gently washed her, using two fingers to clean her beautiful face.

    My hand caressed her face tenderly, her eyes shut, a faint smile playing at the corner of her mouth.  I set the wash cloth aside and stood up.  I crossed the small bathroom and grabbed a bottle of shampoo and a large cup.  I returned to my kneeling position by Collette's side.  I dipped the cup in the bath water, filling it with the fragrant suds.  

    "I'm going to wash your hair now," I told her, slowly pouring the cup of water over her hair.  Twice more I fill the cup with water, thoroughly saturating her brown hair.  

    Collette sat up to make it easier for me to wash her.  I opened the shampoo and squeezed a healthy amount of the white liquid into my hand.  I began to massage her scalp, working the shampoo into a thick lather.  I washed her hair, running my hands along her scalp and ending at the tip of her hair just below her shoulders.  Satisfied with my actions, I once again picked up the cup, using the water to rinse her hair of the sweet smelling shampoo.  

    Collette leaned back again, her eyes once again shut.  She was relaxing in the warm water, soothing her tired body.  "Thank you," she whispered, never opening her eyes.

    She continued to lie there with me kneeling by her side until the warm water became cool to the touch.  Finally she stood and I took my cue to stand.  I grabbed a towel and held it open to her.  She stepped into it and I wrapped my arms around her, holding the towel around her.  We stood there, my arms embracing her, smelling her wet hair until she whispered, "dry me."

    I stepped back and slowly patted her body dry, running the towel in gently pats down her legs.  I dried her and then used the towel to dry her hair, wrapping her brown tresses in the dark towel.  She was smiling as she beckoned me to follow her into the bedroom.

    "Call Jacques," she said, "tell him we will take dinner at seven.  Then join me here in bed."

    I nodded my assent, "yes, mistress."  Collette climbed into bed and slid under the covers.  I picked up the phone and a soft voice answered, "hello."

    "Kitchen please," I said.

    "Right away, sir."

    The phone rang and Jacques distinctive accent answered, "allo?"

   "Jacques," I said into the receiver, "we will be up for dinner at seven.  Is that okay?"

    "Mais, oui," Jacques replied and then said, "au revoir," followed by a soft click.

    I returned to the bed and climbed in, settling comfortably next to Collette.  Collette lifted her head and I slid my arm under her.  She rested her head in the crook of my shoulder, "I'm tired," she admitted.

    I agreed with a soft, "um hmm," and a gentle smile.  Collette and I rested against the bed, wrapped in each others arms and drifted to sleep.  We didn't hear the announcement that the ship was underway or feel the ship begin to rock gently in the calm Mediterranean waters.  We passed the afternoon in blissful slumber, only to be awoken by the shrill cry of the ringing telephone.

    I climbed out of bed and answered the phone on the third ring, "hello?" I asked groggily.

    "Bonjour," Jacques thick accent answered, "your dinner, monsieur," he said.

    I looked at the alarm clock sitting on the night stand on Collette's side of the bed and muttered, "we'll be there shortly, Jacques," I said, hanging up the phone.  I crossed over to the bed and knelt at the foot of the bed.  I bent forward and kissed Collette's bare foot, rising from the covers gently.  I kissed her foot and her toes, kissing soft gently pecks up her leg, sliding the sheet from her body as I slid higher.  

    She moaned in pleasure, "mmmm."

    Kiss, "we," kiss, "are," another kiss on her knee, "late," her thigh, "for," her stomach, "dinner," I said, kissing her gently with each passing word.

    She purred as she opened her eyes, "already?" she asked sleepily.

    "Yes," I giggled.

    She sat up and rubbed her tired eyes.  Yawning, she stretched and climbed out of bed.  I crossed over to the closet and grabbed a pair of white shorts and comfortable cotton blouse for her.  I handed her the clothing and she took them with a "thank you."

    "You're welcome," I said, crossing the room to get dressed.  I donned a pair of khaki pants with a white button down shirt.  I finished buttoning the shirt as Collette was running a brush through her long hair.  "Shall we?" I asked, holding my arm out to her.

    She clasped her arm in mine and together we left the room for dinner, "yes," she said, "we shall."

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