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 Meeting of a Lifetime; Part 1
Tags: M-solo, M/F, M/g-petting, piss, ped, no-sex, sex-play
I'd been called across the Atlantic to France suddenly, and was about to
make my 4th trip over the last 3-plus years to make similar trips on behalf
of the contractor I'd been working for since shortly after a 6-year
college, earning a few degrees.  I was hoping I'd soon be established
enough personally AND financially to possibly stay across the pond.  I was
planning to dig myself a little nook in the beautiful hills of some of
Southern France's vineyards and spectacular scenery--which, I'll just get
out of the way now, meant the little French girls who I'd seen upon my

first trip.

   I am an admitted pedophile, enjoying what I could find online through
countless SPAM and would-be-hack links.  I'd found several nice videos of
little French girl "Beauty pageants" held at family Nudist Camps, and
couldn't take my eyes of the sexy little 6, 7, and up-aged girls who I
found 1000 times more attractive and gorgeous than any grown women in the
videos--OR of the normal kind found on generic, over-visited porn sites.

   My "EYE" for little girls had been developing since I'd been at a Water
Park when I was around 20 or so, and seeing the more mature women in
swimsuits and bikinis was a nice bit, but as I saw the teenage girls, and
then wandered towards the younger preteens, and even younger girls--toddler
aged-to-just sprouting--I was hooked.

   Might as well get it out now as well, I'd even ordered several pairs of
little girl panties and training bras of Online retailers--your Department
and Apparal stores--and had quite an extensive collection filling up the
bottom drawer in my dresser back at home.

   Arriving in Paris, and taking a taxi to the train station which would be
the transportation to take me to Beaune, France--a small town in the
Burgundy province, famous (naturally) for the wine of the same name--where
I hadn't been before yet.  I was set up to meet a director of a Vineyard in
2 days, so I had time to explore and enjoy as much of the countryside as I
could--as well as the OTHER, more beautiful scenery.

   Sitting in my private cabin on a rather luxurious(and paid-for) train
car, I leaned my head back on the nice lounge seat and readied to take a
nice, overdue nap when I heard a knock on the door and stood up to open it.

   "Pardon monsieur..." one of the attendants began as he looked
immediately apologetic.

   (Speaking fairly fluent French)"No need to apologize..." I cut him off,
smiling to ease the possible worry.  I then noticed he wasn't alone as he
had a young girl, around 8 or 9, standing off to the side, holding a
generic Doll(not of the US' Plastic retail variety--but a rather pricey
looking one).

   "This little child's parents are not on board, she is travelling back to
Beaune, but she is too young to stay by herself..." the attendant began,
not noticing my lingering eye looking at the soft, auburn curls adorning
the child, who had a few tears strewn down her cheek, from her saddened
bright green eyes, separated by a tiny button nose, and soft looking rosy
lips.

   "Hi little one..." I smiled at the little cherub, seeing her half-smile
from my half bow towards her, holding out my hand, and getting her hand,
which I gently kissed in a Gentlemanly gesture, receiving a soft giggle.

   "Would it be alright if she stayed in your cabin, all others on this car
are full, and her ticket isn't for another..." the attendant explained, not
knowing any words he said weren't actually being soaked in, as I was too
drawn by the gentle child, who still looked like she had a hole in her
heart for some unknown, and almost painful reason.

   "It's no problem..." I nodded, getting the attendant to sigh in relief
and seem calm again.  The girl smiled up at me as the attendant nodded and
walked down the car's narrow corridor.  I looked at the child and motioned
for her to enter the cabin.

   She sat across from the lounge chair I'd been resting on moments
earlier, and as I easily carried in her small case(which I knew probably
had at least a few pairs of her tiny little panties), I saw her seeming to
be much happier in the plush surroundings my company had paid for.  Her
beautiful green eyes lit up as I sat back down across from her, and she
began to make her doll dance in her lap.

   "Thank you..." she smiled as she set her doll down, and came over to me
and kissed me on my cheek, almost making me blush(and cum).

   "Of course, I wouldn't want such a beautiful little girl to be sad..." I
told her, getting HER to blush, making her rather pale cheeks redden. 
"What's your name?" I asked.

   "Emmeline Marie..." the gentle girl replied, as she held up her doll,
"...this is Emerald...my Mommy bought her for me for my holiday..." she
added, making sure I knew her doll's name, and chuckling lightly at her
amusement.

   "What a pretty name...I'm Nathan..." I replied.

   "You're from America, right?" she asked.

   "Yep..." I nodded.

   "You speak good French...I never met many American's who spoke good..."
she explained.

   "Thank you for the compliment..." I chuckled, getting her to giggle
again.  "Was that doll a present?"

   "For my Birthday, which is why I went to see my Aunt." she replied.

   "How old are you??  9?  10?" I asked.

   "I just turned 9...how did you know??  Are you magic??" she asked, a
little amused and perplexed as to my accurate guess.

   "I have a niece who's about your age..." I lied back, knowing what most
little girls of her age looked like--naked or otherwise.

   "Are you on Holiday too?" she asked curiously.

   "Kind of, I'm here for my job, but taking some Holiday time as well..."
I replied.

   "Have you ever been to Beaune?" she asked again.

   "Not yet..." I began, pausing to see where she'd go next.

   "It's a lovely town...." she paused herself, seeming to be thinking what
to say next, as she pondered for an extended moment, "...would you want to
come to my house, for dinner...?" she asked, a little nervous and bashful,
but seeming to try to be confident in her invitation.

   "I'd love to..." I smiled back, getting her face to turn into a bright
smile and happily giggling.  She suddenly yawned, and sat back on the plush
cushioned bench and looked back at me.  "You must be tired...feel free to
take a nap..." I told her.

   She merely nodded, shifting to rest on her side, her short light blue
dress draping a bit up over her knees, showing more of her white leggings,
and giving me a rise as well as I couldn't help but stare at her tone
little legs, smooth and perfect--making me want to rub them, but hold back
my desire to molest the little French girl right there.



   The first half the train's journey to the small town of Beaune took over
an hour, and as the attendant knocked on the cabin door, I awoke and opened
the door.  "Pardon me...is your extra passenger doing alright?" he asked
me.

   "Yes, thank you..." I began.

   "Could I offer you a menu from our Dining Car??" he asked.

   "No thank you...but I'd like to order a couple croissants and a small
juice for her..." I smiled, than reached for my wallet.

   "It's on me...thanks for taking care of her..." he smiled back, offering
me free food for my "trouble".

   As I sat back down and looked over, not having noticed moments earlier,
Emmeline's dress had ridden up in the back, and just to MY luck with her
back facing towards me, I could now see her tiny little ass, though covered
by the leggings.  A clearly defined pair of little pink panties were
visible, making me, once again, want to molest her---rub her little ass,
get her leggings off, and do all sorts of things to her that would land me
in a French jail, and probably locked-up for quite a while.

   But I couldn't stop staring as her little ass was practically being
presented to me, making my cock once again swell, and forcing my hand--I
quietly unzipped my pants, fished out my throbbing member, and I began to
stroke myself as I admired and drooled at Emmeline's little ass.  I could
tell I was about to cum, my cock dripping precum, when suddenly there was
another knock, and I knew it was the free food and drink.

   Adjusting and tucking my near-erupting cock back in my pants, I stood up
and opened the door to see the attendant with a small can of Orange Juice
as well as a pair of croissants in a small paper sack.  "Thanks..." I
smiled, then nodded and shut the Cabin door.

   Turning back around I saw Emmeline had rolled back towards me and was
opening her eyes as she smelt the fresh baked food.  "Did you get something
to eat?" she asked, looking rather hungry from her widening eyes.

   "I got you a croissant and a juice..." I smiled, handing her the can of
juice which she quickly opened and sipped a little off the top.  Then I
handed her one of the pastries and she smiled.

   "Thank you..." she paused as she took a healthy bite, "...Mmm...I love
when they're fresh, don't you??" she asked, happy for the warm food and
cool drink.

   "You're welcome." I smiled, happy to see her enjoying herself once
again, then took a bite of my own croissant.



   As the train arrived at the small station in Beaune, and as it came to a
stop at the platform, I saw a few scattered passengers and awaiting
greeters.  Grabbing my suitcases, as well as my duffel bag, I turned around
to see Emmeline was holding her own luggage, as well as her doll.

   "My Mommy said she was going to meet me here..." she told me.

   "Well let's go see her..." I smiled, holding a free hand out for the
cute girl, and felt my cock rising as I felt the soft palm of her tiny hand
in mine as we left the cabin and headed towards the car's exit.

   Helping Emmeline down the raised steps trailing down to the platform, I
saw a beautiful woman, who I immediately recognized from the similar facial
features had to be Emmeline's Mother(or super sexy older sister).  The girl
ran over, still holding her doll but dropping her luggage, and lept into
the woman's arm, getting a kiss on her cheek.

   "Mommy...this is the nice man who let me stay with him in his cabin..."
Emmeline began recounting the story in her own childish ways, getting me to
blush as her Mom smiled at me.

   "Thank you...I hope little Emme wasn't too much...she does tend to get
excited..." her Mom laughed.

   "Not a problem.  She was darling to have, it's not fun travelling
alone." I smiled back, getting another tiny laugh.

   "He's from America..." Emme(sounds cuter) added.

   "Nathan, Nathan Andrews..." I introduced myself.

   "Klaire De Lorme..." the incredibly attractive mother introduced
herself, bowing a little.  She looked like a more mature, and obviously
better-defined version of her daughter, with longer hair of the same auburn
color, and matching green eyes.  A few freckles were noticeable, and I
could smell the sweet smell of her perfume.

   "Pleased to meet you..." I smiled, feeling like I should do what most
Europeans did and do the double-cheek "kiss", but refrained for the moment,
admittedly a little nervous with both gorgeous girls.

   "What brings you to Beaune...we don't get many people on Holiday this
time of year...." Klaire inquired.

   "Business, but I have a few days to kill before I'm to meet someone." I
explained.

   "Mommy....I told him he could come for dinner with us..." Emme spoke up,
getting her Mother to look at the girl, then at me, and chuckle lightly.

   "Ahh...to be young again..." I chuckled, joining-in the sudden humor.

   "It's no problem...did you have another obligation?" Klaire asked
curiously, but clearly siding with her Daughter's open invitation.

   "I just have to check into the Inn..." I replied, pointing down the road
towards, then seeing the small, but beautiful looking Cheateau De
Lorme--and making the instant connection, and then suddenly hearing Emme
giggling and felt her wrapping her arms around my waist.

   "Seems we have a patron..." Klaire laughed as well, no longer just the
Mother of the sexy little girl I was masturbating over, but the Owner of
the Inn I was staying in.

   "How funny is that...?" I chuckled.



   Making the way down the road, which wasn't more than a few hundred
kilometers(simple walk, and on such a gorgeous day, it would've been a
shame to not enjoy it), the three of us arrived at the Chateau, and as we
walked in the open doors, a few other tennants and patrons were sitting in
the quaint little Sun Room, sipping their mid-afternoon beverages, and
discussing the days News.

   Klaire walked behind the small counter, which had local Adverts and a
few Tourist brochures for the Vineyards nearby.  She smiled, and I walked
over as she began to scroll through the reservations on the
computer--seeing my name and information--then handing me a keychain and
room key.  "Room 7...upstairs..." she told me.

   "Thank you..." I smiled, turned to grab my luggage, and was then met by
an elderly man, who gave me a friendly double-cheek "kiss", and then a wide
smile.

   "Ahh...good day to you young man, I am Patrice, welcome to Chateau De
Lorme...!" he happily welcomed me, shaking my hand with a grip.

   "Thank you..." I smiled back.

   "Shall I help you with your bags?" he asked me.

   "No trouble...thank you though." I shook him off, and took my own
luggage, not wanting the man--who looked to be at least 70 or so--to strain
or injure himself.

   Heading up to my room, and unlocking my door, I entered and saw it was
much more than I expected--small, yes--but stunning antique-style decor, a
small, but plush looking bed, small armoire, a tea table and chair by the
floor-to-ceiling window...Perfect!

   Unpacking my clothes and basics in the armoire, and setting what I
planned on wearing for the night on the bed, I stripped and walked in the
fairly large bathroom, turned the shower on, and stepped into the warm
water, feeling the day's dirt washing off.

   My cock, still needing release, was first as I grabbed a little of the
small bottle of some-French-brand liquid soap and lathered my cock,
stroking myself, and shutting my eyes as the water hit my face--just
picturing Emme's little ass, and badly wanting to molest and make love to
the young girl.

   Feeling my balls ready to explode, I released and came, "Ohhh.....ohh!"
I moaned softly as I shot my load, feeling relieved, but still wanting SO
much more to happen on the trip.

   Managing to shower off the rest of the way, and feeling relaxed and
clean for the first time in a while--and a little at-ease from my release
in the tub--I was drying off when I heard a knock on the door to my room.
Slipping on a nice long robe, and tying it, I walked to the door and opened
it to see Klaire looking at me, seeing I wasn't dressed, and lightly
chuckled.

   "Is...everything okay?  How was the shower?" she asked.

   "Wonderful...just wonderful..." I began, then noticed a bit of a breeze
below, and realized my mostly-tied robe wasn't completely secure, as my
cock was free, and it must've caught her attention as she politely stared
at my member.  "Shit...!"

   She just laughed louder, then leaned in and kissed me on the lips,
making my cock straighten up more, and pushed me back into the room,
quickly shutting the door behind me.  We kissed passionately for an
eternity, and as she broke the kiss she blushed a little from her sudden
embarassment and realization of her abrupt act of passion.  "I...I'm
sorry...I..." she tried to apologize.

   "It's perfectly alright...." I shook her worry off, and placed a hand on
her soft shoulder.  "You're beautiful Klaire..."

   "It...it's been so long since...." she began, placing her hand on mine,
feeling her self needing the passion she'd been missing for so long. 
Looking into each others' eyes I could see her wanton desire, and as we met
for a mutually passionate kiss I couldn't hold back my own wandering hands
as I began to feel and gently massage her breasts under her blouse.  I
heard her soft moans and knew we weren't about to yield for any reason.

   I peeled off my robe, exposing myself completely, and as she gazed at my
throbbing cock--not too large, nor too small--she grasped at it and began
to stroke it up and down, squeezing just enough to get the first lathering
of precum on my tip.  "Mmm..." I moaned as she stood up a little and let me
peel off the blouse that was covering her dark blue lacy bra--which she
unclipped(seeing a 32-B tag).

   She stood up, and peeled down her tight fitting jeans, showing off her
matching panties which were barely a thong.  "It's been...many many years..
.." she began, looking sad once more as she paused.  I stood back up and
held her in my arms, loving the softness of her breasts pushing into my
bare chest--and feeling the pointy small nipples on each as I kissed her on
her forehead and turned her to let her sit on the blankets.

   "We can take it slow if you want..." I told her.

   "No...I'm alright...I just needed someone to hold me..." she smiled,
then her smile turned into a grin as she was at eye-level with my still
throbbing cock, and moved in a flash to take it into her warm, moist mouth,
nearly swallowing it all in one go.

   "Ohh...!!" I yelled as she began to suck my cock like a woman who had
more than enough experience deep-throating.  I stood there feeling I was
about to cum in under a minute when she pulled herself back and stood up
with a wide, and happy smile on her face, knowing she had me quickly under
her spell.

   "I need you inside me..." she blurted as she peeled down her thong to
show her bare pussy, then lay on the bed and readied for me to join her,
lightly rubbing her moist slit and hard clit, softly moaning as I crawled
over her and jutted my cock towards her dripping wet opening. 
"Ye....yes.....!!" she groaned as I grunted-in-motion of my penetration,
feeling just HOW wet she was, and felt her body shudder as she had a petite
little orgasm, "Ohh....God....!"

   "Mmm....so...damn....wet..." I smiled as we connected for a passionate
kiss, and as I leaned down to suckle her nipples, I quickly got a squirt of
her breast milk, which was heavenly tasting, and as I swallowed HER
offering I pumped faster and faster, getting both of us near our mutual
climaxes.

   "Yes!!  YES!!  YESSS!!" she nearly screamed, but was silenced as we
kissed once more, and I pumped a few more ins and outs as I finally knew I
was about to cum inside, and seeing she wasn't about to deny me a
creampie'ing, I blasted my load inside, filling her up to capacity.

   "OHHhh....God...!" I lightly groaned from my orgasm, and felt her own
juices soaking around me from a bit of a juicy cum of her own.  We looked
at each other, and lay interlocked and in pure bliss.

   After parting ways, and feeling like I was finally on one of those
perfect dream vacations(Holidays) that I'd read online about travelling the
European countrysides throughout France and Italy, I could only smile as I
walked down the stairs to the main Sitting Room.  Patrice saw me and saw my
smile.

   "Ahh...how is your room?" he asked me, kindly doing the customary
double-kiss.

   "Perfect." I smiled back, then caught a whiff of fresh baked french
bread from the kitchen a few meters away.

   "Yes, we bake our own breads...dinner will be served shortly." he told
me, getting me to yearn for a fresh cooked meal.



   As I took a seat at one of the low dining tables in the Sitting Room, I
saw little Emme, no longer in her beautiful little dress, but in a more
casual pair of tight fitting jeans, a simple pink blouse, and sandals.  She
saw me and immediately hopped up next to me, holding her doll as always.

   "Hello..." she kindly smiled, showing me her few remaining baby teeth,
with a couple missing on the sides of her mouth--and making me want to grab
her and kiss her the way kisses were done in France.

   "You look very pretty Emme..." I told her, getting her to admire my
compliment with a tiny blush.

   "Is your room nice??" she asked me.

   "Yes it is...thank you." I replied.

   "Mommy says she helped you..." she suddenly began to go off on an
innocent-minded child's tangent.  She looked back up at me, then smiled.

   "She did, yeah...." I began, not knowing what Emme was going to go into.

   "Maybe sometime I can help...I like helping the people who stay here."
she added, making me immediately imaging Emme--naked--and NOW in Klaire's
place.

   "Does your Mom let you?" I asked, seeing where she was heading.

   "Once or twice...but Mommy says I'm too young to do all she does." she
innocently smiled at me, but still seemed to be completely casual in her
context.

   "What do you do when you help?" I had to ask.

   "What Mommy has me do when she's busy doing other things.  When she says
"Emme--Mommy's hands are full, go help Mister or Miss so-and-so in Room
something...." she continued, still not making me sure which way she was
going in her vague recollection.

   "Do you do a good job helping?" I asked.

   "The last person I helped was a woman a few years older than Mommy...her
name was Brie, she was really nice and pretty..." she further continued,
making me picture some sexy blonde woman being "helped" by this sexy little
loli.

   "What did you help her with?" I asked, continuing my casual
interrogation of possibly wonderful imaginings--but suddenly Klaire walked
into the room, carrying a tray with a half-loaf of warm baked bread, a
plate with some soft butter, and a carafe of grapefruit juice.

   "Is she tugging on your heart strings??" Klaire chuckled, seeing her
Daughter was stealing my attention like any girl would.

   "We were just talking Mama..." Emme explained with a giggle.

   Klaire shrugged off her Daughter's cuteness, and placed the tray on the
table.  "Care for some...?" she asked me, offering me a glass of juice.

   "Thank you..." I nodded as I sipped the cool juice--not one of my
favorites as a kid, but I wasn't turning down anything.

   "Emme, did you clean your room like I asked you to...?" Klaire, breaking
the smile, looked at her little girl sternly.  Emme quickly sighed,
admitting silently she hadn't done her chores, and left upstairs.

   "I didn't clean my room either..." I chuckled with a wink, getting
Klaire to gently hit my hand.

   "You can get away with it...I think the "Maid" will be in later to tend
to your needs..." she laughed, looking aroused once more as she sipped her
own juice(grapefruit).

   "Maybe Emme can..."I began, then realized by Klaire's sudden look that I
may have mumbled a little too loud.  I nearly spilled my glass as she
seemed to stare right through me.  "Klaire...I...I was..."

   "What did you and Emme talk about?" she asked, looking a little less
serious, but still giving me an eye.

   "How she helps with the housekeeping...right?" I asked, hoping I was
speaking the right words, and not leading to any other thoughts or ideas.

   She leaned in, "...did she tell you anything else??  Cause I...." she
whispered.

   "She just said she helps sometimes, when you're too busy...I don't know
if there's anything else to really go into...is there?" I asked, hoping I
wasn't crossing a line I couldn't get back on the other side of.

   Klaire sighed softly, feeling any stress fluttering away.  "She helps
with the laundry, and the vacuum..." she explained.  I felt like a complete
idiot, and exhaled.  "What kind of things did..." she paused, then broke
into light laughter.

   "I didn't...I'd..." I wanted to try to hide my true arousal, and my
desire for her sexy little girl, but she must've seen through my bad poker
face, and noticed a bit of a bulge in my jeans.

   I saw her eyes nearly bulge as she took her focus off my pants, and
smiled at me.  "I...I was raised by carefree, very naturist parents...it
wasn't until we moved here when I was pregnant with Emme that I decided
something more structured and "normal" would be best..." she began telling
me a bit of her backstory.

   "My parents were strict...not super strict, but I was raised
Catholic..." I explained, living a complete polar-opposite childhood.

   "What about now?" she asked.

   "Parents live in Florida, and I really can't buy into anything that
can't be backed up by Logical fact...sorry...if you..." I led off.

   "No need...we were raised to respect all around us, and knew that what
WE needed was provided by the Earth, nature, and so on..." she chuckled.

   "Exactly...anyone that wants to buy into things that have no factual
proof, save for the Geographical locations in the "GOOD BOOK" can take all
they want." I laughed, and we looked at each other.

   "My parents let me and my sisters and brothers run around in nothing
when we were home from School, or going to the market...never any reason to
hide.  Hell, we'd even walk in on them doing it in their room, or the
couch..." she continued, getting my attention(both of them).

   "Wow...my parents would of had a heart attack..." I laughed.

   "We'd just wonder back to our rooms.  My sisters and I slept in the same
bed..." she added, and as she finished her words she must've saw another
"tell" and knew she had me even more aroused.  "You...okay?" she chuckled a
little.

   I couldn't think of the right words or reaction, and just nodded. 
Imagining 3 naked girls, growing up, sleeping nude in the same bed, seeing
each other in all their beauty and perfection.  Budding little breasts,
hairless little slits, perfect little asses, and the idea of exploring each
other as one reached the next level of development.  "I...I'm fine..." I
finally managed.

   She stood up, and sat next to me on the small sofa.  Not even going into
any words she rubbed the bulge in my jeans, leaned in and kissed my ear. 
"You're thinking about me and my sisters...and Emme....aren't you?" she
asked, clearly not offended, disgusted, or about to slam the glass carafe
over my head in rage.

   "What...what can I say?  I find Emme extremely beautiful..." I tried to
speak calmly, using the more tame words for what I was wanting to just
explode with.  She could tell I was more than simply admiring her Daughter
as she kept rubbing my cock through my jeans, and leaned closer for a peck
on my cheek as she seemed to be just as horny as I was getting.

   "Mmmm....tell me....what are you thinking about...?" she asked, softly
humming and moaning into my ear as she used her free hand to press into her
own crotch, probably feeling just how wet she was from a suddenly mutual
perversion.

   "Emme...how much I'd like to see her...just like you..." I softly
whispered back in Klaire's ear, and seeing her eyes widen and feel her
heart pounding as I grabbed her left breast and massaged it.  "You're as
horny as I am...aren't you??" I chuckled, and kissed her quickly on her
neck, making her try her damndest to contain her increasing libido.

   She smiled, and shifted back to sit down--switching back to a much more
casual demeanor as we could both hear the pattering of little shoes walking
down the stairs.  It was Emme, who had a bit of dust on her shirt, and
walked over to see both of us looking back.  "Where's the broom...?" she
asked her Mom.

   Klaire stood up, and in her Motherly way, walked over to Emme and
pointed towards the clearly marked "Broom Closet".  Emme giggled as Klaire
walked over and retrieved the broom for her, then she skipped over back to
sit next to me on the couch.  "You cleaning?" I asked, picking a bit of
dust off her small shoulder.

   Emme smiled and nodded, then her eyes wandered down to the tented point
in my pants, and before she could spend too long staring Klaire walked
over, and handed her the broom with an attached dustpan.  "Ma...can..." the
little girl began, clearly more interested in what she'd had her attention
GRABBED by.

   "Clean first Emme...then we can go out for some chocolate..." Klaire, in
a Mother's tone, explained clearly and decisively.  Emme just half-sunk her
head and walked back upstairs with the broom dragging behind her.  I just
watched the sexy little ass as she disappeared out of sight, and Klaire
noticed my noticing.  "Sexy...?" she asked me, catching me some-what off
guard.

   "Completely gorgeous..." I admitted as I stood back up and wanted to
take Klaire RIGHT then and there, but had other things filling my mind, and
most of them had to do with the sexy little 9 year old.

   "Would you want to take her to the shop up the road?" she asked me,
changing subjects without any segue.

   "For chocolate?" I asked, kinda craving some myself, but not sure if
there was any additional reason as well.  "Me??"

   She slyly smiled as she walked back towards me and rubbed the bulge once
more, "...I need to actually get some WORK done before Dinner is served. 
Plus...this way you can enjoy Emme all alone..." she added, as she was
about to push me a bit more, but we both heard a child's humming as Emme
came down again.

   "Done!!" Emme cheered as she set the broom against the wall, and ran
over to Klaire who picked her up.  "Chocolate??"

   "Would you wanna show Nathan where the shop is??  Mommy's gotta get some
stuff done before dinner..." Klaire led off, then looked back at me,
"...there's a small park by the river that runs alongside the vineyard. 
Emme loves to sit and watch the geese." she added, clearly giving me an
extended opportunity to spend time with the girl.  She looked back at Emme
and kissed her on the cheek, "Have fun you two!" she smiled as she set Emme
down and reached into her pocket to pull out some cash.

   "No need.  My treat..." I smiled as I held out my Credit Card with over
50,000 Euro on it.

   As I held Emme's hand as we left the Chateau, a cool summer breeze blew
down the road and I could tell by Emme's hand squeezing mine a bit more
that she was chilly.  I looked down and saw her clenching her teeth.  "You
cold??" I asked.

   "A little...but it's nice and sunny by the geese..." she smiled as she
pointed a few meters away to a small park bench that she knew well.

   "Let's get some candy first.  Okay?" I asked, wanting to make her happy
as she could be.  She happily smiled, despite her chill, and we headed down
to the small town shop that had several Brand Name logos, and such on the
windows and wrap-around facade.

   Walking inside the door to hear a generic bell tone, the well-lit store
seemed to be a lot more modern inside than on the outside.  Emme saw the
aisle with all the name brand and more local brand candies and grabbed a
large king-sized French brand bar, then smiled coyly at me as I joined her
and I could see her using her little girl charm as she showed me her baby
teeth.

   "You sure you can eat all that yourself?" I asked, knowing she probably
could, but hoping I wouldn't hear it from her Mother that I let her consume
a big candy bar.

   "We can share....Mommy and I always share these when we sit in the
park." she explained, convincing me even though I would've treated her to
ANYTHING she could want or desire.

   I nodded, then walked over to one of the coolers and picked out a couple
bottles of water, and we headed to the crowded counter, covered in displays
and impulse buys, and the middle-aged clerk(probably owner) smiled as he
rang up the somewhat-overpriced purchases, but any price wasn't even a dent
in my funds.

   Holding the cloth bag with our stuff in one hand, and taking Emme's hand
in my other, we headed down the mostly paved side road towards the ideal
setting--the setting sun in the sky, with a beautiful view over the small
river as we took a seat on the bench.

   Emme dug out the chocolate bar and as she opened the end of the wrapper
she looked at me and shivered a little from a cooling breeze off the water.
"Brrr..." she stuttered as she held her arms close to her chest--her little
cool nipples noticeable through her shirt, which gave me an instantly
growing erection.

   "Cold?" I asked, then did my gallant duty as a man, and wrapped my arm
around her shoulders, pulling her close, and getting her a bit of my own
warmth to make her more comfortable in the approaching evening hours.  She
felt relaxed as she peeled the wrapper a bit more and broke off a small
chunk of dark chocolate and without any hesitation placed it at my lips,
which took me by surprise, and as I casually opened my mouth she pushed the
candy in between my lips, far enough to taste the saltiness of her little
fingers on my tongue, which, to me, tasted MUCH sweeter than any chocolate
in ALL of France.

   "Is it good?" she asked, looking towards me more intently, hoping I
approved.

   "Delicious..." I smiled back, deeply wanting to taste more of her own
sweetness, and no longer having an appetite for chocolate.

   She took her own piece and slowly chewed it, enjoying every taste and
sensation, and licking her lips a bit to get the chocolate to coat her soft
little lips just enough to make me want to take another sample.  She
smiled, and I knew she was teasing and toying with me as she took another
piece and before she placed it towards my mouth once more she took a small
nibble off and leaned in to share the chocolate between our lips.  I got
most of it, but then as our lips slowly moved closer to each othr I could
taste her own lips, the sweetness from the chocolate, and more from what I
knew was just the tip of her little tongue.

   "Mmmm...." I heard escape her mouth, making my cock begin to throb, and
wanting to toss the chocolate aside and lick all the flavor from her
beautiful lips, and taste the taste of her tongue.  She swallowed the bit
left in her mouth, and looked at me.  "I'm thirsty...." she added.  I took
out one of the water bottles and opened it for her.  Taking a big swig she
seemed satisfied and leaned back against me for warmth.

   "Oohh...it is chilly out here, isn't it?" I asked, feeling her scooching
closer, and felt her place her hand on my leg to warm her palm.  "You wanna
go back to the inn?" I asked.

   "It's nice here, don't you think??" she asked back, clearly enjoying the
sunset enough to bear the cold.

   "I bet there's a nice fire going we could warm up by..." I led off, not
knowing why I'd want to interrupt her obvious enjoyment of our little
vista, but also knowing NEITHER of us wanted to get too cold, and spoil the
entire time we would spend together.

   She looked back at me, "I think I need to tinkle..." she blurted out.

   "Well....we can..." I began.

   "I don't think I can hold it..." she spat out, looking desperate to
piss, and looked over to a row of bushes which I spotted, and knew would
make a quick-thinking "bathroom" for the emergency.

   I took her hand and we sped over to the bushes, blocking anyone from
unwanted looks, and as I let her do her own thing, turning around(despite
wanting to blatantly stare at her) I suddenly felt her hand touch mine. 
"Huh?" I asked, still not looking, but partly turning towards her.

   "Do you have a tissue?" she asked, as I could now hear her piss hitting
the grass under her flowing stream, and as I glanced in that direction, I
saw--quite possibly--the most beautiful little hairless slit I'd EVER
seen--and it was RIGHT there!!

   She knew I was looking and blushed a little as I turned to face her. 
"Sorry...." I apologized for a few reasons, and just watched as she pissed.

   "It feels nice..." she smiled, not shy or modest as she pissed a bit
more, and as the flow turned to a trickle, I intently eyed the drips and
drops of little girl piss as the fell into the puddle below her ass.  "I
guess I can just change my undies when we get back..." she added, as she
stood up on her thin, gorgeous legs, and pulled her panties back up--a sexy
pair of light blue ones, just delicious looking.  She paused for a moment,
not pulling her pants up, and letting her panties stay just below her upper
thigh.  I still stared, and she seemed to enjoy showing off her little
slit. "Am I pretty...?" she asked, looking coy at me.

   "Gorgeous...simply gorgeous..." I smiled back, wanting to scoop her into
my arms and kiss her deeply--like one would a grown woman--but the desire
to was even stronger with her young, innocent beauty.  She shivered once
more, and I knew we best get back to the comfort and warmth of the chateau.
"Better slip those back on, we should get back and warm up...huh?" I asked,
no longer getting any disagreement, and we quickly hot-footed it across the
way to the chateau.

   The warmth of the large fireplace that was emanating heat through much
of the main lobby and sitting rooms was instantly appreciated by Emme and I
as we stepped inside and saw a few patrons sipping an early evening cup of
coffee, or wine.

   "Go ahead and warm up, I'm gonna head up to my room and put on something
warmer..." I told Emme, who looked like she was about to join those sitting
near the fireplace, but looked at me with a partly saddened face, and shook
her head.

   "Can...can I come see your room??  Maybe I can help you...." she began
offering me her "maid service" like I NOW knew she enjoyed doing, to help
her Mother.

   "I guess....I can always use help..." I chuckled, getting a happy grin,
and we headed up the flight of stairs and down the hall to my room.

   Unlocking the door, I let Emme in first, and she instantly hopped up on
the blanketed bed, and flopped on her back to stretch her thin, perfect
frame as much as she could, letting her beautifully smooth stomach show,
then I heard her giggle.

   "What's so funny??" I asked as I looked down at her, I saw her hand down
the front of her jeans, and the clear-and-obvious motions of herself
rubbing her little slit.  She didn't stop at first, as I saw her eyes shut,
and a look of enjoyment on her tiny face as she pleased herself.

   Slowly I sat on the bed next to her, not wanting to disturb her OR her
own moment of pleasure--and as I adjusted the throbbing cock I was having a
hard time NOT ripping out and using on her smooth surface--I could feel her
shuddering a little as she slowed her motions under her panties, and knew
she was about to have a little immature climax.

   Suddenly she opened her eyes, saw my attention was her's, and smiled
once more.  "Mommy says some day, when I'm older, I can make myself happy
like she did...." she stated, not hiding anything.

   "What do you mean??" I asked, wondering if my perverted mind was getting
everything correctly.

   "Mommy..." a small pause as she rubbed a bit faster now, "...Mommy said
when she was my age she and her sisters would sleep in the bed naked...and
they'd make tingles and other good feelings for each other...SHE calls it
"Happy"..." she explained more so, then rubbed a little slower, and I could
feel her twinge as she scooched closer to me, then she stopped completely,
and exhaled with a bit of anger and annoyance(clearly NOT making herself
"Happy").

   "No luck?" I asked, realizing just how much like her Mother she was,
open, free, and so on.

   She shrugged, then sat back up and was about to hop off the bed when she
turned to look at me, and smiled a little wider.  "Do boys make themselves
"Happy"??" she (had to) asked.

   "Yep." I simply nodded.

   "How?" she asked back, making me wonder if I was going to test just HOW
open and carefree this sexy little girl was--even if I knew her Mom wasn't
going to burst in and try to shove me out the window--I had a little
hesitance and nervousness remaining.

   "Like what you were doing, we rub ourselves...until we get really
happy..." I tried to simplify the explanation.

   "Mommy says you have a stick, it's hard and long and makes girls have
babies..." she explained.  "She showed me pictures, they're really funny
looking, like a little man with a helmet..." she giggled.

   "What else did she say??" I asked.

   "Not much...I asked her more, but she said she'd explain it when I was a
little older.  So I went on her computer, and on the internet...she had
some websites with more pictures on them--some pictures were of her...."
she continued, freely and openly.  I just smiled, encouraging her to
continue.  "...one day she saw me looking, and then explained about making
her and her sister's happy when they were younger..."

   "But you haven't yet, have you?" I asked.

   "No...but maybe we can try to make each other happy.  Or you can at
least try rubbing me..." she pushed me over the edge, and just as I was
about to toss her on the bed, strip her down, and dive right into that
sweet little slit, licking and sucking, rubbing and fucking her till she
exploded her little mind in climactic bliss, I heard a KNOCK on my door,
and the humming of Patrice.

   "Hello?  Dinner is ready...if you care to join us for some local
cuisine..." he happily invited, not realizing he was cock-blocking me from
a sexy little 9 year old's pussy.

   Emme hopped off the bed, and opened the door to smile at the elderly
man, kissing him on his cheek, then skipping down the hall.



   Oh well, there was still plenty of time left in my Holiday.


   The End of Part 1