Chapter Sixty - Arriving in Saint-Tropez

The French woman in the master suite with me looked to be in her mid twenties, long dark hair, not quite as tall as Celeste, but with huge fake tits. Marshall knew what I had asked her, she was ready to go, but he couldn't see any way to insert himself into our current situation with our hands inside each other. I told my hubby I'd give up my spot for him, so he could have some fun with this girl, and I knew he was going for her ass I had prepared quite well for him with my hand. I withdrew my hand, she was above me, and I scooted out from underneath her, so I could watch Marshall penetrate and fuck her gaping tushy.

Marshall plunged his big cock all the way into this woman's butt, causing her to gasp and exclaim something in French, and he pounded away for a good ten minutes until he could tell we were arriving in Saint-Tropez already. Marshall was curious about why we weren't navigating our way to the back of the Port of Saint-Tropez, which was the normal spot for the larger yachts. I went out of the stateroom to knock on the VIP suite, to see if Antoine, Celeste or Marie were up yet, and Marie answered the door when she heard it was me. She told me she had so much fun last night, and the other three were just waking up.

Jean-Pierre already had coffee and breakfast going, in anticipation of us wanting to eat before disembarking the yacht to head ashore. I went up to the main level with Marie, where we both got our morning coffee, and she began telling me about the prior night's escapades with the actor, Antoine and Celeste. Marshall came up from below, heading straight for the bridge to speak with the Captain. A few minutes later, Bill, Richard and the two French women came up to join us for coffee, before breakfast was served. Both the girls looked rather disheveled from all the fun since we boarded, not quite as polished as they appeared then.

After everyone present had gotten their morning wake-up caffeine boost, Míchel and François brought out un petit-déjeuner, which included the typical French viennoiseries trio of croissants, pain au chocolat, and pain au raisin. I noticed the French women immediately began dunking whatever they selected into their coffee, Marie did the same, so I followed suit. Celeste came bounding up, beautiful, bouncy and full of energy, as Antoine and the actor trudged up, looking drained of energy (and probably something else). I was sure Celeste and Marie tired them out, from what she managed to share with me, then Marshall arrived from the bridge and talking with the Captain.

Getting a spot within the Port of Saint-Tropez was challenging, because there were no suitable moorings left for a superyacht of fifty meters in length. We ended up having to tie off and anchor along the jetty, not far from the famous red topped lighthouse at the end. We had the whole day ahead of us, so Marshall hired another chauffeured Transit to go to the iconic Le Club 55 on Pampelonne Beach in Saint-Tropez, that first opened its doors seventy years ago. Apparently, it was named for the year it opened, which was the place for anyone notable to hang out and dine at, and only a short fifteen minute drive from the yacht near the end of the jetty.

Once everyone had gotten coffee and pastries, the actor called his security personnel, being told they were already here in Saint-Tropez, so he let them know where we were moored. While they drove over to where we were located on the jetty, Marshall made a few calls to make reservations for five beach bed cabanas along the popular stretch of Pompellone Beach in nearby Ramatouelle. It was the most popular of the Saint-Tropez area beaches, which was clothing optional, and Marshall wanted to choose a spot that was less energetic than some beach clubs along that stretch of east facing beaches.

Marshall made arrangements at the more laid back Verde Beach Club, with the distinctive white macramé sun umbrellas and privacy curtains around each sunning bed. This was particularly helpful if anyone decided to get frisky, which was entirely possible for any of us at some point while we were there. With ten of us going, we could take up to eight people in a chauffeured Transit, while the actor took Marie with him in his ride that was driven by his security guys. It appeared he was rather smitten with his little kitten of a fuck doll he met from our entourage, not knowing she was Marshall's hired help, although that probably wouldn't have mattered much to him.

Verde had an exceptional restaurant, plus a roaming saxophone player that cruised around, adding to the whole laid back vibe he felt we could all use for today in sunny Saint-Tropez. For off-season in October, it was exceptionally good weather, but the cool breezes and weather changes could happen quickly here. Anything that happened across the Mediterranean could radically affect weather across and around it, causing shifts in weather patterns and directions. The entire Mediterranean was prone to unexpected weather events, which could be triggered by so many other weather disruptions from distant areas, not just local.

The transportation from the yacht to Verde Beach was only about twenty minutes, squeezing eight of us in the Transit, in addition to the driver. Apparently the actor was going for his grand entrance, with Marie on his arm for the paparazzi that were likely there. They arrived before us, and we all saw a small crowd around that the security detail had to hold back, when we got there. I smiled, knowing this was a new experience for Marie, that I hoped she would always remember and cherish. We got out, proceeding to circle beyond Marie and the actor, but I grabbed her hand as I walked by, and she pulled him with her, to lead him away from the press and photographers.

Of course the security guys went in with us, but were dismissed once we checked in for the cabanas. They were told to maintain a security perimeter along the property, one in front and one along the beach. I felt it was kind of silly to see them not dressed for the beach, sticking out, and obviously uncomfortable while trying to remain professional in their jobs. Fortunately, the location had its share of celebrities, who demanded some privacy, so a lot of the existing site security was well handled anyway. The five cabanas were for me with Marshall, Antoine with Celeste, Marie with the Actor, then Bill and Richard with the two French bimbos that were with the actor.

We all had beds along the water, but we could close the tied off draping privacy blinds and wind breaks, which the actor's security guy handled along the back of each of our cabana beach beds. He even tied the sides at the back to cover the space between our cabana beds, for better privacy, and he seemed to have done it before. A team of a waiter and two waitresses were assigned to us, we all ordered something to drink, of course the sparkling Perrier and citrus wedges to start off with this early. Marshall asked that one of each of the crudos and three of the appetizers be brought out in an hour from now, with a few bottles of paired wines.

All of us got cozy, slipped out of our clothing, lying back on the cushy sun beds out on the sand. I told Marshall we had to have these on the beach in Fiji, which Antoine overheard and said was a great idea. Marshall said he could imagine how thrilled Penaia would be, having to move the mattresses around. We could hear the saxophonist roaming around the beach to serenade the guests, all of us getting romantic after Antoine and Celeste started things off, and eventually he came around the front of our cabanas. He recognized the actor, as well as Antoine, and he played a song for us while we all sucked and fucked to it, somewhat discretely and not brazen about it.

This was the perfect getaway spot where we could be naked outdoors, on the beach, and have fun being lazy for a bit like this. There was a nice breeze, and it was just cool enough to avoid getting that sweaty in the sunlight. Everyone uncoupled before the food and wine arrived, but quite a few people in the water got an eyeful, although it was considered gauche to ogle anyone here. Everything was so tasty, and our group had decided what everyone wanted for lunch, which was the big meal of the day in France. However, we were going to have a heavier dinner in the evening, which could be here, or a few other places back in Saint-Tropez.

Marshall ordered a repeat of the crudos and hors-d'œuvres, along with one of each of their three pizzas, with four more bottles of wine. Marie was with the actor in the middle cabana, with Antoine and Celeste on the one between us, so I couldn't see her, but I was sure she was having a great time. We passed around all the food, and relaxed for a couple more hours, just enjoying doing nothing. Eventually the saxophonist made his way around to us again, and we resumed making out on our sun beds. This really was an idyllic location, but I could tell that Marshall was getting a little restless, and wanted to do some sort of activity after going on five hours here.

I was fine with whatever Marshall wanted to do, seeing him sit and lean over to see the actor, asking if he wanted to check out the 850 Fantom. That was like asking a kid to grab a fistful of his favorite candy, the actor practically leapt up off the sun bed with excitement. That was it, we were all up and heading back to the yacht, and half an hour later we were there. The first mate was already beginning to launch the Fantom off the port side, due to our mooring along the jetty. Once it was in the water, we had to decide who was going and who was staying, because only nine could fit. The actor's security guys hung out at the vehicle, off the yacht, the entire time.

Richard offered to stay on the yacht, saying that maybe he could try out an e-JetyCycle, and the French woman he was spending time with opted to stay with him. Richard and I smiled at each other, and we didn't need to say a thing. I had a feeling the two of them were going to be having a lot more sex than anyone on the boat, that was probably going to be driven quite fast. Marshall took the boat out of the harbor area, then turned it over to the actor. Always the showman, the actor wanted to blaze a path to race past the Île du Levant naturist resort, which was about twenty miles away by boat, but the 850 Fantom could be there in less than twenty minutes.

We shot off like a rocket for essentially halfway to tomorrow's destination in Toulon, the home mooring port for the yacht, where Marshall had a permanent slip he owned the lease to. It sounds weird, but evidently it's the way it had to be, due to him not being a French citizen. This was part of the Îles d'Hyères collection of islands near Toulon, that was known for the naturist lifestyle at Héliopolis, where there were no cars or even bicycles. We all held on for dear life, while we flew across the water at near the top speed of over fifty miles per hour, and the actor had such a huge grin on his face. So did Antoine and Bill, along with many others.

Going at that speed, Marshall was spotter for other watercraft, to make sure the actore knew to steer clear and be prepared to slow down if necessary. We arrived at the Île du Levant, then made a wide turn to cruise back closer to Héliopolis' Les Grottes beach, where some on the beach recognized and waved to the actor. That's what he wanted to do in the boat, so we began to head back to Saint-Tropez, so we could be well situated before a nice sunset dinner. There started to be a bit of a more wave chop on the way back, so Marshall took the helm again to navigate us back to the yacht. Marshall told Bill he could try it out when we were moored in Toulon tomorrow.

Only being out for about an hour, Richard and his 'date' had ridden the e-JetCycles for almost half an hour, then had sex for over half an hour, and were relaxing down in the 'garage' area when Marshall cruised up. The first mate was there to greet him, put out the protective pontoons, and helped everyone off before hoisting the Frauscher-Porsche boat back onboard. He had just gotten done rinsing off and hooking the e-JetCycles back up for charging, then he had to do the same for the 850 Fantom. We were moored along Môle d'Estienne d'Orves on the jetty, Marshall wanted to see the sunset for dinner again tonight, so he wanted a nice place fairly close.

Choosing the Le Vague d’Or, which was less than a mile away, but we'd ride in the transit and the actor's vehicle, and I wasn't sure if he was hanging around with us until Toulon or Marseille. So far, he was fun to have around, with Bill and Richard delighted with the women he brought with him, and Marie was having such fun with him. We got seated at the restaurant window overlooking the bay about four hours since we had the pizzas on the beach, so I wasn't super hungry, but this place had its own fishmonger, with extremely fresh seafood. We could see the yacht through the window.

Marshall ordered a bunch of their appetizers plus a double platter to start us off, which had everythinng from oysters, mussels and whelks, to prawns, langostino, crab, royal and blue lobster. There was so much, so I had a little of everything except the whelks, which I wasn't so sure about, but Antoine loved. Bill wanted something other than just seafood, ordering the tagliata of Black Angus beouf, a few others ordered seafood dishes to share, and Marshall and I getting the royal lobster fettucine with seafood bisque. We also corked three bottles of wine to start off with by the time the sun began to set. It was a gorgeous view, and everything tasted fantastic.

After dinner, many of the group felt a bit more energetic, so we decided to visit the VIP Room club on the way back toward the yacht. It was fun for a Thursday night, not as crowded as it would be during a weekend or during peak season, and everyone but Marshall and I danced, while we talked about things as best we could with the thumping music. About six songs in, a few of our group got winded, returning to the table, and it took a couple more songs to tire out Celeste and Marie with their respective guys. The music was so loud, it was hard to communicate or think, so we all decided to head back to Marshall's yacht.

With Marie traveling around with us, Marshall wanted to give Jean-Pierre, Míchel and François some time to enjoy being on the yacht, without such a heavy workload tending to the needs of and feeding all the guests that much. However, it wasn't too late when we got back to ask Jean-Pierre if he could whip us up some dessert, and he asked if he had an hour or so to prepare it. Marshall said that was fine, if we could maybe have something quick to snack on and drink. Jean-Pierre whipped up a charcuterie plate with crusty bread, tapenade and aioli, while Míchel and François got everyone some drinks, and we all talked about the wonderful day we had.

Jean-Pierre always had a dozen or so ramekins with crème brûlée already prepared and set, which were good for up to two days, and would get used at some point on these trips, knowing how Marshall liked to spring things on him. All he needed to do was mix up his special sugar topping to use the torch on, then add some fresh berries with mint leaves. Half an hour after Marshall's request, dessert was served, with espressos for anyone being made by Míchel, and François getting any other drinks. As fun as the night club was, this was actually more enjoyable, after burning off a little energy from dancing.

Antoine asked his friend, the actor, what his plans were after tonight, because most of us were jetting off to Fiji on Sunday. I turned out he felt he needed to disemmbark before we left Saint-Tropez, because he might hang out there a couple more days until he needed to fly to Paris to meet with someone about a potential role opportunity. That meant this was the last night Marie would have with him, and the two girls that had paired up with Bill and Richard were likely leaving in the morning, as well. It was all good, heading out to lounge on deck after crème brûlée, to bathe in the sea of stars overhead, because we were far enough out on the jetty, away from the city lights.

The girls and I were outside, while the guys remained in the main salon for a while, sipping some rare digestif after dinner hors d’âge Armagnac. Until that night, I didn't know it predated cognac by hundreds of years, and Marshall had some that was aged thirty to fifty years or more. I felt a little uncomfortable not knowing what Celeste, Marie and the two women were saying in French, which Marie noticed, and she must have recommended they try teaching me some French, while I did the same by teaching them some English. That was a lot more engaging, quickly devolving into learning words and phrases about sex and other naughty things in both languages.

It was a cool night out on deck, especially because we were naked, and Celeste said we might all fit in the whirlpool tub in the VIP stateroom. It was the same size as the one in the master suite, so I knew it would be a tight fit for the five of us, but it would be fun. The guys watched our jiggly bits as we skipped past them, and I told Marshall where we were off to, with a little peck on the cheek. It was nice to see Bill and Richard being included in some of the fun in France, because I knew how hard they worked to be ready to fly Marshall wherever he needed to go, sometimes at a moment's notice. I was looking forward to this with the girls.

Celeste was bent over to fill the tub, which provided the access to her pussy for Marie, who held apart her cheeks to give her some oral attention. I immediately began playing with the two women, using my fingers on both hands to explore their moist pussies while we kissed passionately, and one of them stroked my stiffening cock. The woman that wasn't making my clitty feel good started rubbing and probing Marie's cute snatch. I had learned some French slang I didn't know before, but recalled hearing, and the four girls got to know the English counterparts. It was nice to now recognize these words and terms when I heard them being used, like it was in Fiji.

Once the tub was filled, we all got in it to get warmed up physically, even though we'd already done that sexually, and the five of us migrated into multiple stages of sensual engagement with one another. Marie and Celeste focused their attention on the two French women, as I played with both of them, using both hands and my mouth. The two French girls were kissing each other, and Antoine walked in with all the guys. It looked like the orgy was going to be in the VIP suite tonight, all the guys had suitably risen to the occasion, and they started off penetrating someone other than their normal partner, and I got Antoine's huge cock to ride on first.

The actor was butt fucking Celeste, Richard and Bill switched girls, and Marshall was pounding little Marie's cute little ass. It was a perfect way to start off our sexual mating exploits for the evening, and each recipient was doing their best to please whichever cock was within them. Once everyone achieved their orgasms, we all changed partners and relocated around the VIP stateroom, four of us paired up on the bed, two more in the living area, with Bill and Celeste remaining in the tub. Round two lasted longer, without everyone cumming this time, but pretty much everyone reconnected with whomever they'd been paired up with most of this part of the trip, for round three.

Somewhere around 1 am, Marshall and I retired to our master suite, so I really didn't know how late the other eight guests stayed in the VIP quarters. When I got up around 9:30 am, Marie was already up, and she told me she had such an amazing time, feeling like she was treated like a celebrity while she hung around with the actor, who she said was taking a shower before he was getting ready to leave us. They had continued for another hour or more, before Bill and Richard took the two French girls back to their rooms. Antoine and Celeste were taking their time getting up, with the actor and Marie spending the night in their stateroom again.

I don't know where the bodyguards stayed each of the two nights, but I'm sure they handled it however they normally did, and they were already out near the vehicle that was parked on the jetty, near the yacht. Bill, Richard and their partners for the past couple of nights stumbled up the stairs to where we were, still half asleep, and the actor came up, still drying his hair with a towel. Jean-Pierre, Míchel and François got everyone their much needed morning caffeine, along with the traditional French morning pastries for dunking. Antoine and Celeste showed up after everyone else had their food and coffee, to get their before the actor and the two girls departed.

We all said goodbye to the three guests, who seemed to have a fantastic time, and the actor was the only one that looked put together. The two women looked a bit disheveled, but I'm sure they would pull themselves together in the vehicle, and Marshall asked if we wanted to stay here or go on to Toulon. There really was only one thing I wanted to see and experience there, which was the funicular ride up to Mount Faron, to see the view of the Toulon harbor. Marshall said we could do that, then either stay the night in Toulon or head back to Marseille a day early, and he checked the weather forecast for today.

As it turns out, there was too much wind for the Le téléphérique du mont Faron in Toulon to operate today, so I asked if everyone wanted to skip Toulon, and go back earlier to Marseille, or stay another night in Saint-Tropez. This had been a whirlwind impromptu trip that was lots of fun, but we weren't at any of the locations enough to really enjoy them the way we could have on a more leisurely one. I was perfectly happy getting back to the villa, even though it was fun on the yacht, and I told Marshall I wanted to spend a lot more time on it when we returned for the annual events in Monte-Carlo and Cannes. Antoine and Celeste also wanted to prepare for going to Fiji.

Going straight through from Saint-Tropez to Marseille would take us not quite two hours, from port to port, so we didn't need to rush, and we would head out in an hour or so. We would be back in Marseille before lunchtime, so Marshall updated the crew and staff on our revised plans. François seemed relieved that Marie wasn't still paired up with the actor, and Marshall told Jean-Pierre he didn't have to worry about making lunch for us, but we would be dining at the villa for dinner. This gave the staff some time to get things from the yacht to the Marseille home, and get situated for the evening without feeling rushed. We would all eat lunch somewhere around the Old Port.

Chapter 59 - A Wild Performance & On to Saint-Tropez | Chapter 61 - The Last Couple of Days in France