Riviera Vacation

Riviera Vacation

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To: All employees

From: USSure Board of Directors

Re: Holiday surprise

The Board of Directors wishes to announce this year's winner of the Employee Holiday Drawing. Our congratulations go to Cindy Smith of our Centerton office. She and a guest will receive round trip tickets to any location in Europe plus $250 per day to help offset lodging and meal expenses for a three-week vacation. Congrats Cindy.

We also want to thank everyone for all the hard work performed on behalf of the company. In addition to any year-end bonuses or raises, the board has authorized a $1000 VISA gift card be made out to every employee and manager.

Have a wonderful holiday season and a Happy New Year.

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Cindy could hardly believe it when she logged in Tuesday morning and read the announcement twice to confirm she was indeed the winner of the drawing. She was amazed a mere five-year employee was able to win such a wonderful prize. What she also couldn't have imagined was how her coworkers responded to the news.

First was her PA Suzanne who came running in a few minutes later. "Cindy, did you see the news? Isn't that great, you lucky bitch!" she laughed.

"Yeah, Suze, I can hardly believe it myself. How could I, with just five-years, get so lucky?"

"I understand they include every employee who has been with the company for at least a year, so you qualified. Where you gonna go?"

"Oh, I haven't even thought about it yet. I'll need to talk with Ted and see what he'd like to do. I bet he wants to go to Sweden and look at all the blonde beauties there, but I'm thinking the Med is more interesting."

"Oooh, the Riviera! That sounds so nice. Or even along the Adriatic. Oh, you're so lucky."

"Yeah, I agree. I guess we'll just have to plan a bit and decide."

Later she received several congratulatory emails and calls from her coworkers, many of whom gave her recommendations as to where she should consider going. Eventually, the excitement died down and she was able to get back to work.

She decided to not tell her husband until they got home. That evening she left work a few minutes early and quickly prepared a nice meal. When he arrived, there were lit candles on the dining room table and the overhead lights were off.

"What's up, Honey?" he asked as he surveyed the scene.

"I have a big surprise for you. Glass of wine?"

"Sure. Uh, get a raise?"

"Nope. Something more fun, though."

"What?"

"Have a seat. Our dinner will be ready in five minutes."

"Cin, what's going on? You've got me worried."

"Relax, Ted, it's all good news. How was your day?"

He recounted a fairly boring list of activities as he drained his wine. She then smiled and invited him to the table. After they had finished most of the meal and another glass of wine, she decided to tell him the news.

"Honey, are you ready for the surprise? It is a whopper!"

"OK, so I'll bite. What is it?"

"Your wife won the USSure annual employee drawing!"

"What's that?"

"Every year they throw all employees' names into the hat and draw out one for a big prize. And I won it!"

"What's the prize?" he asked with excitement in his voice.

"Your wife, along with a guest, will be traveling to Europe for three weeks next year! And they're paying the airfare and giving a daily allowance of two hundred and fifty bucks!"

"Oh, Cindy, that's great! Where will we go?"

"Uh, I'm not sure you'll be going with me," she teased. "Maybe I'll ask Jennifer to go with me."

"Oh, no you don't!" he laughed. "I insist on going with you."

"I don't know. Jennifer is a great gal, could be a good travel companion. Maybe we could find us some nice Italian men..."

"Wait a sec! You're actually thinking of leaving me here!" came his exasperated voice.

With a twinkle in her eye, she replied, "No, Silly, I'm just kidding. I'd love to go with you. But somewhere around the Mediterranean would be a good, don't you think? Interested?"

"Sure! You won it; you choose. So, when do you have to go?"

"There is no specific time, I have a full year to pick from. How about summer?"

"That would be the best for me. I don't have to teach summer school next year, so I'll be free."

"Great, let's start to looking at things and come up with a plan. Why don't you look up Italy and I'll check out France. Oh, Honey, it's going to be so much fun."

Over the next few weeks they each spent time online looking up places to visit. While discussing things together they decided they'd most like to really get to know a few places intimately rather than do a big tour and France was their preferred destination. They penciled out a week in Paris and two weeks in southern France along the Riviera. They also chose July, preferring to avoid the worst of the crowds in August. The final details would be settled over the next few months.

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Their jet flew out of JFK on a beautiful July evening. They flew through the shortened night and arrived at Orly in the early morning, local time. Once on the ground they taxied for what seemed like hours until they reached the terminal. Eventually they made their way through customs and immigration before traveling to the center of Paris. Once there, a taxi took them to their B&B where they stored their luggage before walking to a sidewalk restaurant for a quick meal. After the meal they went back to the room and slept until early morning.

The next week was devoted to seeing the sights of Paris. They hit the big museums, rode to the top of the Eifel Tower and visited the Arc de Triomphe. On one day they visited the burned-out ruins of Notre Dame, a sight which brought tears to her eyes.

After their week in Paris, they were excited to head to Nice on the Mediterranean coast. They took the bullet train so they could see the countryside up close. In Nice they had a wonderful room in a smaller hotel along the Promenade des Anglais, the main road along the waterfront. Their view from several floors up was delightful and they had good meals in the local restaurants.

After two days of exploring in town, they toured around the area and visited the old mountain town of Eze. It was high on a steep little mountain and featured wonderful art galleries, good restaurants and spectacular views of the Mediterranean. With her binoculars Cindy looked carefully at the coast below her and could see attractive beaches and steep bluffs.

"Honey, look at the coast. We need to hit the beaches, don't you think?"

"Sure, let's do that tomorrow," he replied. Then in a softer voice he whispered in her ear, "You know, some of those beaches are topless. Interested?"

"Wellllll, I'm not going topless, but if you want to ogle cute little mademoiselles, that'd be OK with me. Ya know, I believe some of the sausages packed into those little Speedos could be worth looking at, too," she laughed.

"OK, then tomorrow it is."

That evening they looked at their tourist info and found Paloma Beach several kilometers from their hotel. It looked easy to get to and there were restaurants nearby, so they decided it would be their first beach on the Med.

Cindy woke up with a tiny bit of nervousness. She knew there would be topless women at the beach and worried she might need to take her top off just to be allowed to go there. She didn't consider herself to be a prude and enjoyed a ribald joke now and then and she very much enjoyed sex with her husband, as she had with a few boyfriends before him. But she always considered herself to be on the modest side. She never let her boobs hang out over a low neckline, would always wear a bra if her blouse was too sheer and generally preferred one-piece bathing suits. She, however, had been persuaded by Suzanne back home to get a fairly risqué bikini. Cindy kept going for more cloth on her bikinis but Suzanne kept pushing her to the little, teeny bikinis, some with merely a thong for a bottom. After much haggling, Cindy agreed to buy a fairly daring one which featured four small triangles, but she refused to let a strip of dental floss be the only thing covering her rear!

She quietly got up, quickly showered and shaved herself down to a landing strip. After drying, she slipped on the bikini, a blouse and shorts. She had hidden the bikini from Ted and couldn't wait to see his face when she showed it to him on the beach. They had a leisurely breakfast and made their way to the beach, arriving around eleven.

Cindy could barely believe her eyes. Sure, she'd known there'd be topless women, but she couldn't believe how many. It seemed nearly all of the women were casually sunbathing, walking or swimming with no top on. And no one seemed self-conscious at all. There was no leering, though she did have to nudge Ted with her elbow when he gawked a bit too long. "Honey, it's ok to look, but don't stare, OK?"

"I'll do my best, Sweetheart, but it's tough for a red-blooded American male not to look," he laughed.

They made their way along the beach until they came to the furthest section where there weren't too many sunbathers. After laying their towels down, she stood a few feet from Ted and slowly peeled her shirt and shorts off.

"Holy shit, Honey, I can't believe you're wearing that."

"Like it?" she asked smiling at him.

"Oh, you know I do. It's attractive enough to make me even forget about all these boobs around here."

"Oh, you know just what to say. I'm glad you like it. Thank you, Sweetheart, but I know you still want to peek, so go ahead. God, some of these beautiful women could turn even me on."

"They're just eye candy, Honey, but you're the one for me. Here, let's get some sun cream on and relax."

They applied the cream to each other's backs and stretched out. It was a warm, almost hot day with plenty of sun. Eventually the area around them became more crowded with other beach-goers and most of the women were topless. After a while, Cindy became self-conscious about having a top on. She even thought about peeling it off, but couldn't quite do it. She had grown up in a fairly conservative household where everyone dressed modestly and sexual issues were swept under the rug. It had even taken her many months before she was comfortable having sex with the lights on.

Eventually she rolled over onto her stomach and untied the back and neck straps. "Dear, could you put a bit more cream on my back, please?"

"Sure. If you want to, turn over. I'll put some on your front," he teased.

"No, I don't think I could. You know me, I'm just a little too shy."

Once the cream was on, she found herself drifting off to sleep. It was sometime later when a beach ball bounced off her butt. Startled and confused, she sat up to see what happened. Two little children were running to her laughing in French and holding out their hands for the ball. Cindy took the ball and tossed it back to them right as she realized her top was on the towel and her breasts were out in the open. Suddenly, she dropped back down to the towel with a little cry of surprise. She described what had happened to Ted when he asked her what the problem was.

"Well, Honey, did the world end when your nipples got some sunshine?" he teased.

"Nooo," she replied emphatically, "But it's just not for me. Sorry, Sweetheart, you won't be seeing these girls out on the beach." She re-tied her strings and rolled over to get some more sun on her front. Once she got settled, she started to think about what had happened. Her boobs were exposed for all to see and Ted was right: The world had not ended. The more she thought about it, the more she realized it had been OK and nothing to be ashamed about. She liked her boobs, her ass, her entire body. Truly, there was no reason to hide it away, was there?

Once she processed this thought, she felt a gradual, weird change overcoming her. It was if a lust dimmer-switch in her brain slowly turned from off to full on. Sexual images drifted through her mind: tender licks on her nipples, raw, earthy fucking, anonymous oral sex; the list went on and on. She realized her heart was racing, her nipples were beaded and she was getting wet! 'What's going on?' she mused to herself. 'How can I be getting excited?' Those wild sexual thoughts continued to run through her mind as she sunned herself and, try as she might, she was unable to take her mind off of them. She would look around at the beach to try and distract herself, but an Adonis with a large bulge in his Speedo swimsuit or even a beautiful woman would walk by and her mind would tear off in a new direction. "What would it be like to have him come over and take me without permission? What would she taste like and how would her screams of delight sound in French?"

After an hour or so of unrestrained mental stimulation, she had enough and knew she needed to get relief. "Uh, Sweetheart, could we go now? I've had enough sun for today, OK?"

"Well, sure, I guess. We've not been here very long, though."

"I know, but if you come back to the room with me now, you may just be surprised. I've got a certain itch..."

"Well, in that case, yeah, sure, let's head back," he chuckled. Once back in their room, she launched herself at him as soon as the door was closed.

"Off with those trunks, NOW!" she demanded as she peeled her dripping, wet bikini bottoms from her crotch. Once Ted was stripped, she nudged him back to the bed, pushed him down and crawled on top. A few rubs of her wet slit on his cock and he was hard as a rock. "I want you in me, you good with that?"

"Of course. What's got you all horny anyway?"

"Now is not the time for talking," she replied as she slid down on him. He felt so good, stretching and filling her, causing her to moan with desire. She started to push herself up and down, driving her clit onto his pubic bone, stimulating herself more and more. The last hour on the beach fantasizing had been like an hour of foreplay. Never had she gotten so excited prior to sex and so, after only a few strokes and in what seemed like an instant, she crashed through a wild orgasm.

Once she caught her breath and recognized Ted had yet to come, she got off him and turned around, riding him in a reverse cowgirl. She knew he loved that position and wanted him to enjoy their time together as had she. She began to raise herself up and down again, slower this time, but still with passion and energy. Fantasies of fucking the Adonis raced through her mind but Ted's moaning brought her back to the present. He grabbed her by the hips, thrusting up and into her as she plunged down, harder, deeper and faster. Even though she had already had an orgasm, she felt another rising from her pelvis. Her right hand reached down and rubbed her clit in time with the thrusting.

"Oh, God, yes," she moaned as she felt herself reach the point of an inevitable orgasm and heard him grunting like he usually did immediately prior to his own orgasm. "Oh, yes, yes, YES," she screamed as she fell off the orgasmic cliff and drifted down, spasming with intense pleasure. Eventually she collapsed down onto him to catch her breath. Ted gently rubbed her ass cheeks as they both recovered. She rolled off of him and turned to him to snuggle up.

"Mmm, nice," she whispered.

"Yeah, really nice," he responded. After a few seconds he went on, "Uh, what got into you, anyway? At one point you're pulling your top back on and an hour later, I'm being dragged up here for super-hot sex."

Even though they had been married for several years, Cindy could still be a little shy talking about sex. She hemmed and hawed not wanting to admit that somehow being topless, even for a few seconds, turned her on. "Oh, we're on vacation and on the Med, so a roll in the hay was something which seemed right, somehow."

"A roll in the hay? Honey, you practically raped me, not that I'm complaining, mind you."

"Ted, Sweetie, it's hard sometimes for me to talk about this, you know, about sex. Let's just say I wanted you and, well, I had you. OK?"

"Yeah, OK," he replied as he kissed her neck. "You know, what we just had was a wonderful experience. A romp like that with my wife, well, it was one of the wildest experiences of my life."

"Yeah, me too," she whispered back to him.

After a few minutes she giggled in his ear, "But don't go thinking I'll be doing that anytime soon again."

"Why not?"

"Gotta keep things like that special, now, don't we?"

"Honey, every time we have sex is special. I can't believe sometimes how lucky I was to find you and convince you to marry me."

"You didn't have to convince me. I was hoping for months you'd pop the question. I loved you so much, just like I do now. And I'm lucky too."

That evening they had a tasty dinner at an open-air restaurant right on a large avenue. The service was impeccable, the food was delicious and the wine was some of the best they had ever tasted. After dinner they walked hand-in-hand for over an hour along the Promenade before retiring to their room.

"What do you want to do tomorrow?" Ted asked her as they settled in.

"Oh," she paused, "Uh, another day at that beach, if it's OK with you?"

"Sure, let's hit the Chagall Museum in the morning and then we can head back down. OK?"

"Yeah, that's great. And you'll get to see more French boobs again."

"Now, wait a sec. You, not me, you were the one asking for another beach day."

"Are you saying you don't wanna see French boobs?"

"Honey, I'm a guy. Sure, I wanna see tits. But if you want to go to another beach, let me know."

With her mind racing about the events of the day and how excited she got, she decided to let him off the hook. After all, she enjoyed the topless beach, too. "No, Ted, let's go back. I'm good with it, OK?"

"Sure. Wear your bikini under some nice clothes and we can head out from the museum without coming back here."

The next morning dawned bright and sunny. They had a quick breakfast and after packing some beach gear, they headed up to the museum. Around noon they ate lunch on the museum grounds before going down to the beach.

It didn't seem as busy as the day prior and they did not have to walk so far to find an open area. They stripped off their clothes, applied sun cream to each other and stretched out to catch some sun. Cindy started out on her stomach and untied her bikini top while Ted lay on his back. About twenty minutes later he suggested they needed to turn over to prevent a sunburn. He rolled over onto his stomach and she rolled over onto her back. Her top was still untied and lying on her, barely covering her breasts. Suddenly, she decided what she would do. Casually she let her hand drift up, grab a string and pull the top completely free from her chest.

Cindy, little conservative Cindy from Nowheresville, Iowa, who grew up in the Evangelical First Faith Fundamentalist Church, was stretched out topless on the beach!

The sun caressed her breasts, the breeze tickled her nipples and she enjoyed every second of it. Again, she felt herself getting excited, much like the day before, first with heaviness in her pelvis and then moisture in her pussy. She peeked down her torso and realized her nipples were also erect, a sure sign of her excitement.

At first Ted did not know what she had done. He was on his stomach with his head turned away from her so he could watch the topless French girls, she presumed. Quietly she applied sun cream to the girls while secretly rubbing and squeezing her nipples. This caused her to get increasingly excited and she wondered if she could even climax doing this. Once with an old boyfriend she'd had an orgasm when he was sucking her nipples, but never since had nipple play caused such excitement. She rolled her head over and through her sunglasses saw an older man staring at her lecherously. 'Oops, I guess I better stop this,' she thought to herself.