Sharon and Ann turned out to become good friends as Sharon started her legal
career with us.  I was happy that there was no jealousy between them.  Indeed I
was fortunate that none of my employees had strained relations with the others. 
In fact, Jodi and Allie were sharing an apartment with each other and Maria was a
frequent overnight visitor when she did not feel like going home to her apartment
in Queens and would rather spend the night in the city.

I decided that I wanted to take a vacation and raised with Ann the thought that
we might go away together for a week or so around Labor Day.  I thought it
important to include Ann for several reasons.  First, my attention had been
diverted pretty much among all the people working with me and I sensed that she
thought she might be losing her confidence in the primacy of her relation with
me.  Second, I had become more assertive relative to Ann, directing her more
forcefully to accommodate me and really not paying much attention to her
sensibilities.  Third, in fact I liked her very much and cared for her too.

I realized that the South of France was ideal for vacation late in the Summer and
after checking with our travel agent, I booked a suite at the Hotel du Cap in Cap
d'Antibes for the week around Labor Day.

Ann, as I anticipated was quite thrilled with the notion of "our" vacation.  In
the week before we were scheduled to go, Ann told me that she was going to go out
to Vanities to pick up some items to round up her wardrobe for the trip.  I
decided to go along for the show.  In the car ride out, I asked Ann whether she
was sure that no one else at the store, knew about my viewing room. Ann reminded
me that the only entrance was from the rear of the store and that those who
worked in the shop only came in from the front entrance.  Ann asked me if I
wanted to go shopping with her, I told her that I would try and enjoy a few hours
watching the goings on at Vanities.  Ann dropped me in the back of the store and
I made my way to my perch.

I was not expecting too much activity, because it was the end of the summer so I
thought that most of our swimsuit business was over.  In fact the first one in to
the dressing room was Ann.  I watched as she tried on two bikinis and two
one-piece suits. One was particularly sexy as its side were cut away from the
side and the fullness of her breasts were exposed.  Ann made her selections and
my attention turned to two of the other rooms which were now occupied.  In one of
them was a familiar face.  One of the local network affiliate  newscasters was in
trying on a one piece bathing suit.  In the process, I was given a view of her
really outstanding body.  At one point she stuck her head out of the door and
evidently invited a companion in to express an opinion.  Her companion also had
picked out some items to try on and so the two spent a few minutes in that
crowded room taking off and putting on different items.  Soon enough, Ann let
herself in to the room and we decided to get a bite to eat, see a movie and then
head back to the city.

On the evening of our departure we took a limousine to the Pan Am terminal at
Kennedy for our non-stop flight to Nice, France.  It was a typical hot and humid
late summer day and we were both dressed casually.  Ann was wearing light slacks
with a man's undershirt (not the T-shirt type) covered by a light nylon shell. 
We had a little time to kill so we browsed the magazine racks and then had a
drink in the first-class lounge.  Finally, our departure was Announced and we
made our way on to the plane.  There was a shriek. "Ann!"  "Debbie!"  Losing all
composure, one of the flight attendants and Ann were embracing, jumping up and
down and greeting each other as if they were long, lost friends, which was
exactly the case.

Ann and Debbie it turned out had been roommates in college and then slowly fell
out of touch.  Debbie and Ann spent a few minutes hurriedly catching up, I was
introduced, and then Debbie had to busy herself getting everyone seated and the
plane ready for take- off.  It wasn't until two hours later, after the meal
service had been completed that Debbie and Ann were able to spend a few minutes
together, reliving past adventures and catching up on what happened to this one
or that and what was new in each other's lives. Debbie was going to be laying
over in Nice for two days and I invited Debbie to spend her free time with us at
our hotel.  She was happy to accept.

At that point the cabin lights were dimmed so that a movie could be shown.  I
decided to make a point with Ann.  I leaned over to Ann and told her to take a
blanket from the overhead bin and after she arranged it over her, to take off her
nylon jacket.  Without her jacket, Ann would be an exceptional sight.  The
scooped out armholes of the T-shirt bared a great abundance of her breasts--and
the material of the shirt was so thin that whatever wasn't bare was effectively
so.

At first I had Ann keep the blanket pulled up snug around her neck.  I then
whispered to her:  "Ann, I want you to pretend you're asleep. I will then have
the blanket fall away and everyone else will have a view."  "If that's what you
want" was her reply.  After about ten minutes, Ann sort of moved in her seat and
I surreptitiously tugged at her blanket and it fell away just slightly from one
side.  Anyone looking would have seen the lateral swell of one breast.  A few
minutes later, I caused it to fall a bit further away.  Then, more of her breast
was exposed.    I saw people pretending not to notice, but noticing anyway.

A little bit later, I told Ann to go the restroom and leave the blanket and
jacket behind.  Ann did not hesitate for a second. Heads turned as she bounced
her way to the lavatory.  When she emerged, there was an audible gasp as
passengers saw Ann return to her seat.  For all intents and purposes she could
have been totally topless.  Ann resumed her seat and Debbie, who saw all of this
from the rear of the cabin, came over to her and asked out loud  for the benefit
of those who were wondering what she was going to say, if anything, "Can I get
you anything?"  Debbie then leaned over Ann and I heard her whisper "Same old
Ann" and then I saw Debbie flick her tongue in Ann's ear--just for a second.  At
that moment I was extra glad that I had invited Debbie to spend some time with
us.

I decided to play with the rest of the passengers for just a bit longer.  I told
Ann  to pull the blanket over her again, and reaching under the blanket, I pulled
her left breast completely to the side and out of the fabric of her undershirt. 
As Ann pseudo-slept, I gently rearranged the blanket so that her breast was
exposed from mid-nipple outward.  The passengers who were within our line of
sight simply stared.  One of the women on the plane, however, seemed a little put
off by what was going on and rather than foment a scene, I covered Ann up. 
Later, I had Ann put on her jacket and we finished the flight conventionally.

Nice was about 45 minutes from our hotel, and by the time we cleared customs, and
collected our luggage and then drove to the hotel it was about 1:00p.m.  Hotel du
Cap had lovely rooms, beautiful private grounds with lush lawns and tropical
vegetation.  We settled in to our suite, took showers, ordered a bite from room
service, and then decided to head over to the pool, which was set in a bluff just
above the Mediterranean.  The attendant at the pool arranged two lounge chairs
for us along the perimeter and we lay down to soak in the sun and catch up on the
sleep we did not get on our flight over.  About half the women were sunbathing
topless, but Ann left her one- piece on and I did not suggest otherwise.

About five o'clock, the group around the pool started to thin out.  We decided to
take a walk in Antibes and to have a light dinner and then get to bed early, to
try and force ourselves to overcome the effects of jet lag.

The next morning we had breakfast on the hotel patio and headed back to the pool
to wait for Debbie's arrival.  We were expecting her shortly after noon.  We were
one of the first to take up our places around the pool and this time Ann was
quick to unfasten the top on the two-piece she was wearing.  Ann was so big that
I noticed several pairs of eyes following her movements.  Ann lay on her stomach,
cradling her head in her arms.  In this position, much of her breasts splayed out
to the sides.

After a few hours of enforced indolence, punctuated as things got hot by dips in
the pool, I noticed Debbie heading down to where we were seated, accompanied by a
tall man who was about 40.  We stood up to greet Debbie who introduced us to Bill
who, Debbie said, was the co-pilot on our flight over.  Bill gave us warm
greetings and, as he casually eyed Ann's abundance, remarked how he had heard
that Ann had made the first class cabin's trip over a memorable one.

We decided to have lunch and Ann covered up and we went to the pool- side cafe
for our meal.  There was no mistaking the body language between Debbie and Bill
and we realized that their marriages at home in the U.S. were no hindrance to
their relationship abroad.  Debbie and Bill had that afternoon and the next day
to spend with us.  Ann, without checking with me, invited Debbie and Bill to stay
with us in our suite that evening. They were happy to do that and they insisted
that they be responsible for our activities the next day.

After lunch, Ann changed into another bathing suit, Debbie and Bill brought there
bags in from their car and I made arrangements with the concierge to set up
another bed in our suite.

By 2:30 we were back poolside.  Ann promptly rolled down the top of her swimsuit
to her waist and Debbie took off her top, leaving her in her bikini bottoms.  I
found Bill to be fascinating, filled with stories and adventures he had
accumulated during his years of flying for Pan Am.

We left the pool around 5:00 and after a quick change we reconvened at the bar. 
In the interim I had made dinner reservations at a nearby Michelin 3-star
restaurant for 8:00 p.m. Over dinner, Debbie told us some great stories about Ann
in college, stories which seemed totally in keeping with the Ann I had come to
know.  It also  did not surprise me that Ann had graduated phi beta kappa.  Ann
and Debbie both looked great.  Ann was wearing a thin cotton blouse over a linen
skirt and Debbie had also opted for the see-through look with a shimmering
turquoise skirt topped by a light print blouse.  Both girls bounced along in the
most merry way as our cab took us back to the hotel.

There we were in the sitting room to my suite, at about 11:00 p.m. ready to go to
bed but with no one having talked about the logistics of who would be sleeping
where. Just as things were getting a bit awkward, Debbie announced that she was
tired, that the boat (boat?) would be picking us up the next day at 8:00 and that
she was going to grab Bill and head for bed.  Ann and I retired to our bedroom.

"What's this about a boat?"

"They told me that we were to be their guests tomorrow and I guess we'll have to
see what's's what."

Room service appeared with breakfast the next morning at 7:00 and over croissants
Bill told me that he had chartered the boat for a day's outing and that all I
would need was my bathing suit and sunglasses.

Promptly at 8:00 we boarded a 40' cabin cruiser and headed out into the sea.  I
learned that our destination was St. Tropez and that it would take us about two
hours to get there. Debbie and Ann doffed their bikini tops and, courtesy of the
very slight chop in the water, jiggled their way to our destination.  It was just
before 10:00 when we arrived near St. Tropez. Bill then spoke:

"We have to decide what beach we're going to."

I answered: "Bill, we don't know the differences between the beaches, we're your
guests, why don't you pick?"

"Are you really going to leave this up to me?"

"Why, does it really make a difference?"

"Tell him, Debbie."  Bill said.

"Some of the beaches are nude, some aren't?"

"I thought they all are topless" Ann said.

Bill clarified: "Some are topless, Ann and some are nude."

Ann smiled and said, "Well it's up to Bob."

"Whatever you want Bill" was my reply.

"O.K., let's go to Plage Californie" Bill said and directed the captain in that
direction. As we pulled near to the pier to disembark, Bill demonstrated the
choice he had made by stepping out of his trunks.  Debbie shucked her bikini too
and Ann and I followed suit.  We walked  down the pier, found the beach attendant
and Bill paid the fee to set us up with mattresses and an umbrella along the
shoreline.  With a very few exceptions, everyone was nude.  Nonetheless, Ann was
unique in her appearance, not only was she by far the bustiest of the women on
the beach but her nakedness stood out by virtue of her shaved sex.  It was
apparent that heads turned to follow whenever she changed position on the her
mat.

The sun was pretty strong and soon enough I got up to take a swim.  The water was
cool and refreshing and I motioned for Ann, Debbie and Bill to come in and join
me.  Ann got up and ran into the water; Bill and Debbie soon followed. We swam
out about forty yards off shore and found that even at that distance we could
stand and the water was about hip deep.  A few steps in either direction showed
us that we had found a sandbar.

"Ann," Debbie said "leave it to you to attract attention on a nude beach!"

"Yeah," Bill chimed in "you have to realize that everyone couldn't stop staring."

"Well I know I am big" Ann answered motioning toward her breasts.

"I also think its because you shave, too" Bill added.

"Do you like that look?" Debbie asked directing her comment to Bill.

"I think it's hot" he answered.

"What do you think my husband would say if I came home from a trip like that?"
Debbie laughed.

Debbie put her arms around Bill to give hime a playful hug and sensing something,
she reached for him and said "Ooh are you turned on."  Then turning to Ann,
Debbie said: "I saw you give at least three guys on the beach hard-ons, they had
to turn over."

"It could have been for you Debbie" was Ann's diplomatic reply.  But Debbie and
Bill were locked in a steamy kiss and I too was pretty turned on by what was
going on.  Ann reached around me from the back, and pressing herself against me
started to mirror Debbie's playing with Bill.

I turned Ann around to face me and our tongues met.  As we kissed,  my cock
pressed itself against Ann's belly.  I lifted her slightly and supporting her
thighs I entered her.  Ann leaned back in the water and let the sea support her
back as I started to move, slowly, in and out.  For their part, Bill and Debbie
had the same objective although the method was different.  Debbie had wrapped her
legs around Bill who was cradling her bottom in his hands while she clutched her
arms around his neck.

The sound of the gentle surf, the beach chatter in the distance was starting to
be punctuated by the moans and involuntary sounds that both Debbie and Ann were
making.  These sounds of pleasure cued both Bill and I into thrusting at the same
rhythm and we found Ann and Debbie encouraging each other's reaction.  After a
bit, Bill started to give a sign that he was reaching a point of no return and
Debbie exploded in her own orgasm.  As I continued my motions in Ann, Bill made
his way around to Ann and as he stood near her head he reached to take her
shoulders and provide her with a little additional support.  I felt Debbie reach
between my legs from behind and start to massage my balls as I continued my
thrusting. Ann was absolutely lost in the sensations of the movement and her
breasts were heaving from side to side as she shook and rolled with the combined
impact of the my efforts and the gentle swells of the sea.  Finally, with one
final series of thrusts, as we pressed pubic bone to pubic bone, we both
experienced our culminating orgasms.  It took a few moments to catch our breaths
and we lolled about in the sea being refreshed by the cool water.

We returned to our places on the beach and knew from the buzz and stares that
followed us that our couplings had not gone unwitnessed.  After a short rest on
the beach we decided to take a walk and see what the shops were offering nearby. 
I put on  a pair of shorts, as did Bill, Debbie put on bikini bottoms and Ann
wrapped a large scarf around her waist shich she knotted at her hip. I noticed
that from time to time as she strode, the scarf would part along her leg and
occasionally part enough to expose her sex. We strolled among the small open-air
shops that lined the nearby streets and bought an assortment of souvenirs and
gifts for my "crew" back home.  We also found time for lunch and after that spent
a few hours on the beach until it was time to make our way ack to the boat for
the trip back to Cap d'Antibes.

No one of us bothered to dress for the boat ride back and we lolled about in the
sun. Bill professed to be tired and soon was stretched out and asleep.  I joined
Ann and Debbie who were reclining on the hull of the boat, soaking in the late
afternoon rays.

I found a spot between the two girls on the hull and lay down to enjoy the ride
back. Both girls turned on their sides to face me and we chatted a bit about what
a great day it had been.  Ann looked at me and saw that I was getting a little
red in the area where my suit would normally be and decided to apply some sun-
tan lotion.  She squeezed a dollop into Debbie's hand as well and told her to
help. The touch of both girl's around my genitals roused my cock in short order
and both Ann and Debbie did not let up.  Intertwining their fingers, they both
massaged me up and down, aided in their efforts by the lubricating help of the
lotion.  I turned my head towards Ann to kiss her.  As we kissed, I felt Debbie's
tongue exploring my ear and I turned towards her, and reached for the nape of her
neck.  I pulled her face towards me and our kiss became a three wasy exchange of
tongue--all the while Debbie and Ann maintained their up and down hand motions. 
Finally, I clenched my butt and as I lifted myself a few inches off the hull's
surface, my ejaculation flew skyward and landed back on my lower belly.  Ann
scooted down to lick me clean and Debbie joined her in that bit of manicure.  I
opened my eyes to see Bill standing nearby fully erect.  Debbie motioned for him
to sit down and she quickly engulfed him with her mouth.  Ann lay with her head
in my lap and we watched as Debbie brought Bill to a full state of arousal.

As Debbie kept her head in motion around Bill, Bill reached toward Ann and
started to touch and caress her breasts.  Ann looked at me to see my reaction and
the look we exchanged indicated to her that I did not object.  Bill, plainly was
interested in pursuing Ann and he shifted  his position so that his cock nestled
up against Ann while he continued to play with her breasts.  Ann parted her legs
and slid a bit towards Bill so that he found himself poised to enter Ann.  As if
to license that activity, I pulled Debbie toward me and guided her head to my
cock.  Ann then spread her legs further and Bill entered her. Slowly I watched
Bill slide in and out of Ann. With each thrust, I saw Ann raise herself to meet
him and, as if in slow motion, I watched Bill enter and withdraw, while Debbie
continued to take me deeper and deeper in a rhythm matching Bill's and Ann's. 
Soon enough Bill's pace quickened and Debbie's matched his.  I remained
transfixed by the sight of Bill's and Ann's couplings and the stimulation of
Debbie's efforts.  I felt myself losing control and as I started to groan in
anticipation of my third orgasm of the afternoon, Bill withdrew from Ann and his
cock erupted spewing his ejaculate all over Ann's belly.  For my part, I wound up
coating Debbie's face.

After a few moments rest, we asked our captain to stop so that we might jump in
the sea for a refreshing swim.  After about ten minutes, we were refreshed and we
resumed our trip back to our hotel and we remained on the hull until we pulled up
to the dock at our hotel.  It was only the quizzical expression on the face of
the dock attendant as we arrived that prompted us all to put on some clothes
before we returned to our room.

As Bill and Debbie were flying the next day and had to be up early, they left
after dinner to stay that evening at a hotel the airline had booked for their
crews adjacent to the airport in Nice.

The rest of our vacation was not as extraordinary.  We enjoyed our rest in the
sun, keeping mostly to ourselves and ultimately, we returned to the states rested
and energized.