After their disturbed night following June's admissions about her infidenlity, they stay together and journey to Cap D'Agde, the french nudist resort, to start their honeymoon proper. Dan has more time to catch up with what June has done while June indulges in yet more erotic behaviour.
The next morning they woke late. June glanced at the clock and mentally calculated that they had less than two hours to get to St. Pancras. Time enough so long as they didn't hang around. She wrapped her arm around Dan and kissed the back of his neck, nuzzling him until he stirred. He rolled over to kiss her. "Did you sleep?" "Mmmm." "No more bad dreams?" He smiled. "Dreams, nothing like before; maybe I did but I don't remember. Did you sleep?" "Yes, once I knew you were off. One disappointment, I had planned to suck you awake in the morning but you were so face down I couldn't get near you." "Nice thought." "It would have been another first. This is only the second time I've woken up with you, or with anyone since I was about two." "Have we got time?" "No, I don't think so. We have to pack and get something to eat. Did you bring any more clothes for me?" "No." "Oh? I thought that was the plan. Almost everything in my suitcase is dirty." He studied her face for a moment. "You've forgotten haven't you." "What?" "It's a nude resort. You won't need any clothes. I thought we could leave most of your stuff at the station and collect it on the way home." "You mean we can be naked the whole time?" "It's almost compulsory." She started to chuckle. "Oh wow, this is going to be fun." "So we definitely don't have time now?" "No. Well maybe, but I think I want to save you up. I fancy sex on the beach tonight. I'm going to tease you all day so that you're mad with desire when we get there." He leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth. "It's no problem for me. I can go two hundred days without sex. You're the one who needs to fuck every eighteen hours." "Oh…" "What?" "I promised not to fuck anyone else until you're happy didn't I?" "You did." "So I'm going to be surrounded by naked Frenchmen and I can't fuck any of them. Did we really plan to go to this place?" "You looked at a brochure — it's the biggest naturist resort in Europe. You don't remember?" "No, maybe vaguely, but you obviously did." For a moment Dan lay on the bed smiling at the ceiling. "What are you grinning about?" "For once I'm one step ahead." "Is that important?"
She watched as a forced smile meandered around his face. "Sort of, I guess. I'm, um, kind of overwhelmed." "How bad is it." He shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands in a gesture of supplication, his face set in a blank expression. "I know I'm being pushy and it's all my fault but I need to know. I need to know so I don't make it worse." "I woke up about two hours ago and I nearly ran away. I couldn't, I know that, you'd have woken, but part of me, a lot of me wanted to run." "Why didn't you?" This time the spreading grin was brighter. "Running is about away, but away is only the first part, you have to run to somewhere. I could run home, it's the only place I can go." "There's your Mum and Dad." "Yeah, but, well, they'd be no help. They'd be nice, cuddly and all that, but I couldn't tell them. They like you, I couldn't tell them what you did and whatever, they'd be all clingy, I'd never get away. Our house is the only place I could go." He finally looked right at her, locking eyes for a second and the grin got wider, though with a hint of desperation. "You'd come and where would we be? Honeymoon fucked up, money spent and we'd still have to work this out." "So you're still here." "And we're still going to catch that train. I know this sounds freaky, but where better to work it out than two weeks with no clothes and mediterranean sun." "Do you want to fuck all the naked ladies down there to get your own back?" "It hadn't crossed my mind, but I'd only do it if you were happy." "Touché." She paused for a second smiling slowly. "A lot of guys would do that." She waited, seeing if he would rise to the challenge. He rolled over and kissed her. "Come on," he said. "No time for fantasies, showers, breakfast and all that." They made it to St. Pancras with time to check in and then find their their seats; single seats facing each other with a pull down table between. "Is this first class?" "It's called Business Premier, I figured I was only going to have one honeymoon so best to do it properly." "When did you book?" "Months ago. I looked a couple of times before that to check that the seats weren't disappearing at a rate." Dan slid his bag behind the seat and happened to look at her. "What's the matter? There's tears running down your face." "I'm being silly… After last night I'm feeling fragile and knowing that you'd booked something wild and romantic after I'd been away for months." She clutched her chest, both hands pressing between her breasts. "It got me right here. I think my… behaviour, my… cheating has caught up with me. You're so precious and I… well, you know what I did. I should have talked to you." "If you had I would have said no. It's better this way." "Better?" she said, leaning forwards and giving him a glimpse of flesh between her breasts. "Some management guru on a course I went on said it's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. I keep reminding myself." "Grace Hopper, Amazing Grace.. Hell I should have remembered that… I wrote an essay about her" "Go on brains, tell me." "She was a rear admiral in the US Navy when she retired, but mostly she did computers, not shelling people or tearing around in battle cruisers. I read somewhere that she kept track of her old students and stirred them up at intervals so they didn't forget to take chances. Amazing Grace was her nickname." "You didn't need any reminding about taking risks." "No," she said slowly, blinking away another tear. "I guess not. Am I going to be forgiven?" "I've forgiven you already. The past is the past, but that's not the same as getting over it. I want to get over it — I want to trust you, but you'll have to help me." "Whatever it takes love, whatever I have to do, I'll do it, but you'll have to keep telling me." He watched her eyes look past him towards the door at the end of the carriage and then scanning across at the other seats. She grinned and slowly opened her legs, pulling her dress up a little as she did, so that her knees and then her thighs started to appear and inevitably his eyes were drawn to where her panties should have been. "You're wicked." "We're going to a naturist resort; I thought I'd start early." Her thighs came back together and she brushed her skirt down. "Something for you to think about. How long till we get to Paris?" "Another couple of hours, then we change trains." "Do you want to catch up on some sleep?" "I guess, but maybe on the second train; right now I'm feeling a bit wired." He pulled the table down and sat forward, leaning on his elbows; she was drawn forwards so that they were head to head. "About yesterday with the footballer — why didn't he use a condom?" She exhaled slowly and laid her head on the table. He stroked the back of her neck. "You said they always did; condoms and tests you said." She turned her head sideways to look at him. "I screwed up. He had the tests; kind of freaky really, I think he puts it about a lot so he got them done before his holiday. Strange that he was so nervous for someone who knows the ropes." She stopped for a second, watching Dan's face. "Yeah, about the condoms, I never thought I'd meet anyone, so I didn't pack condoms — I was coming home to you, we weren't going to need them. In the departure lounge I started to feel randy. I was thinking about you from the minute I got in the taxi and then I don't know what happened." He stroked her head as she lapsed into silence. "I was so excited about seeing you…" She smiled grimly. "Then they offered the upgrade on the earlier flight. That footballer got the same deal, he obviously fancied me and I think he worked something to sit next to me. I was looking forward to telling you all about what I'd done in New York, you know, learning about sex, perfecting it. I was going to show you how good I was at it, and then somewhere over the middle of the Atlantic I started feeling guilty and thought what if you… well you know." "If I was upset?" "Mmmm. I dozed off and then when I woke up this guy was coming on to me and I'd been dreaming about you and it got all muddled up in my mind. I thought somehow if I had him it proved something. All the others I got from advertising on the internet. I knew that anyone who replied wanted to fuck, and some were desperate to fuck anyone or anything. So doing two hundred of them improved my skills but it didn't make me any more desirable. This guy wanted me in real life. From the look of him he could take his pick, so I was kind of proving to myself that I was a great catch. Then I thought that if he fucked me and you didn't notice anything I'd be able to show you that it was okay to let me fuck other guys. I could show you that even though I could attract a good looking stud, you were the one I wanted. You'd know you were the best. We'd both know we were getting the best." "Nice thought." "And then there were no condoms and, well, you've seen how fine we cut it. When you opened the door I thought it was him coming back and it was you. So close, and I hadn't had time to shower or anything." "So did you make me take you from behind because you were full of cream?" "No, or maybe no and yes. I wanted you to do that. After all the sex I'd had that was the one thing I hadn't tried, I wanted to save it for you; you were the first man I ever sucked, the first man I ever fucked, you had to be the first there. I'd saved it for you. I wore a plug on the plane to make it easier… that probably made me more horny but that was the idea anyway. Then you arrived and my brain went dizzy. "While you were butt fucking me I remembered and held my pussy closed so I wouldn't leak, but it was so good, I felt so high when you came in my arse and I came with you and after that I forgot about everything except you. Then I started leaking." A long sigh escaped as her shoulders dropped, a few tears dropped onto the table. "You know the rest," she whispered. "All my plans to break it to you gently went out of the window." "Come on love," Dan said. "Don't cry. We're going to be okay." Dan looked up to find a woman in a uniform hovering. "Is everything alright?" "Jet lag," he said. "She was in New York yesterday." "Would coffee help?" June looked up, managing a wan grin, "Yes please." The drinks were served from a trolley and the waitress moved on. They watched as the English countryside sped by and then they were engulfed in the tunnel. Once June had regained some of her sparkle Dan dug a neck cushion out of his bag and persuaded her to lie back in the seat and close her eyes. When she looked as though she was asleep he switched on her laptop. A quick check of last night's history found the file with her notes on each of her New York men, so he settled down to reading them. Watching the videos seemed too risky on a train, so the cryptic notes that she made after each encounter made more sense. He had to admire her methodical approach, not only did she have a picture and a video of each one but notes too. Not just jottings, real analysis as if she was an academic, well maybe she was, she had a good degree, she'd learned how to study and it showed. Dan was dived into a page discussing whether it was best to begin with a hand job before sucking or jump right in with the mouth straight away. If the 'client' had come straight from work was it a good idea to have a damp towel handy because sometimes the aroma was overwhelming. There was even a side note saying that this would never be a problem with Dan because: a) he was clean, b) he wouldn't be offended if she wiped him, c) because he worked at home he could be persuaded to shower before she got home, or maybe even work nude so that he didn't get sweaty. That made him smile, he might save a fortune on clothes. Pre-cum was interesting, a hand job would often get it started so that gave a chance of a quick taste to decide if a blow job with swallow would be fun or need some remedial emergency toothpaste. Did she keep toothpaste by the bed he wondered? It came up again in another set of notes, so after a quick look around the carriage and a check to be sure that the screen was not reflected in the window, he risked watching the video. He made the image on the screen as small as he could to further avoid the risk of someone happening to look if he became too engrossed to spot anyone coming near. The answer was obvious - she gave the guy a blow job and then before anything else dashed to the bathroom. Still grinning after watching the video he found himself wondering what toothpaste she used. Wouldn't the guy be surprised if he was expecting to kiss a mouth reeking with his own cum and found spearmint instead? "What are you reading?" He looked up quickly to find June smiling at him. "It's obviously amusing." Dan slammed the laptop shut and for a second was paralysed like a rabbit caught in the headlights. "I was reading your notes. Sorry, I know I shouldn't pry." "Read anything you like love. I don't want to hide anything. What was amusing?" "Toothpaste." She chuckled. "It's a kind of code." "Yes I know," he said. "I was curious about what kind you used." "Why?" He leaned forwards to make sure no one could hear. "I thought a guy might be surprised if he'd just filled your mouth with cum and then you tasted of spearmint or something. I wondered if you found a cum flavoured toothpaste." "Cool idea," she said. "I didn't think of that, but you're right about the surprise bit. Did you see me dash to the bathroom on a video?" "Dash off, yes, but the camera angle lost you for a sec." "I kept some coffee on the dresser, so on the way back from the bathroom I'd grab a swig. Sometimes it was coffee, sometimes something stronger." He beamed at her reaching out to hold her hands. "The more I read, the better it gets." "It makes you randy?" "No, not that, not yet anyway, but it's so professional. Somehow it's reassuring. You couldn't have known that when you wrote it, but it really does come across as research. I can imagine a thesis — 'Sex with a hundred strangers' or some such." "And then another one about the second hundred?" "Yeah, maybe. Or a best seller on Kindle. The more I read the better I feel about it… Oh hell, don't cry again." "Sorry," she said, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. "You're probably right, it is the jet lag, I feel weird, my defences are down. I've been on edge since you cried in the bathroom. I suddenly saw two sides to everything. I felt I was standing on thin ice, or in quicksand even." She sighed. "I think I should find the bathroom and freshen up." She started to get up, sliding sideways to get past the table. Dan put the laptop back in the bag and swung the table up. "Are you coming with me?" "Um, no I was just making it easy for you to get out." "You could come," she whispered, leaning forwards.