
Maurice, sitting in the limousine, saw the couple leaving the opera house. He wrinkled his eyes. This was highly unusual. Had something happened?
But he didn't start up the engine. He just sat there. He did stuff his prick back into his pants and zip them up. He then put the little French magazine with the obscene comics in a safe place under the dashboard and hid the small bottle of cognac in the glove compartment.
As Melissa Staunton and Steve passed down the stone steps of the opera house, Maurice saw her turn and quickly search for the limousine. He knew what this meant. It was her private signal to him to move the vehicle to another spot where she could climb into it without being seen by any of her many acquaintances.
This happened infrequently, but when it did, Maurice was always astonished. Quickly, he turned on the ignition and deftly began moving the car out of the line. Backing into the street, he drove slowly around in back of the opera house. He parked near the rear entrance of the cafe which faced the sea. He knew this was probably their destination, and sure enough, they came into sight after a few minutes.
Maurice had to admire Mrs. Staunton's walk. She had a delightful sway to her tall body. Her breasts jiggled perceptibly. Her hair, beautifully coiffed, bounced on her shoulders. Her long, slender legs, encased in expensive silk stockings, seemed even longer in her high heels with the thin, sexy straps covering her toes. Those sandal-like high heels exposed more of her stockinged feet than they concealed, and were one of her favorite pairs. Melissa had a vast collection of specially made high heels, boots and other footwear, for which she paid a fortune to an Italian boot maker who visited the chateau from time to time.
Maurice watched them enter the cafe and head for the secluded tables in the rear, under the palm trees, which flapped softly in the evening breeze blowing in from the Mediterranean. Something was happening between Melissa and the boy. Maurice could hardly believe his eyes. They were holding hands!
