Cornelia's hands were her joy and pride, long tapered fingers on which she always wore gloves in public so that no stranger or friend either, for that matter, could see that she painted her fingernails.
Ophilia's toes were her pride and joy and she tinted her toenails all different colors, was constantly manicuring them, anointing them with special imported crиmes and lotions and ointments. Ophilia spent a great deal of money on her precious feet and toes.
She also adorned them with silky nylons, admired her trim, shapely ankles in high heels with thin leather or chain straps. She loved to show off her feet but the only one who knew about them really was her sister, Cornelia.
It was such a shame!
One evening shortly after Steve had living with Melissa, Cornelia telephoned Melissa to invite her to a small afternoon gathering. A film producer wanted to use her property for a movie and Cornelia found this gentleman so charming that she asked him back again after (with the lawyers from Philadelphia) signing papers that gave the producer and his film company rights to use the property on the Riviera during their absence.
This was to be a kind of lawn party. Melissa said she'd be happy to come. Could she bring her new companion? Melissa didn't mention this would be Steve, nor did she even give the slightest hint of the young boy's age.
Melissa chuckled to herself at the reception she anticipated from both Cornelia and her sweet sister.
For the event she bought Steve a white suit especially tailored for his trim, young frame. In it he looked even younger than his age, his light blond hair shiny clean and tousled on his head. He wore sneakers in the tradition of the Cote d'Azur.
"You look just handsome, my darling," said Melissa.
Steve smiled over at her. She was still naked. Steve had just finished sucking her off into a mighty orgasm. She was breathing hard, still masturbating his saliva all around her meaty cunt lips, her eyes smiling softly as she watched his putting on the new suit that Maurice had just brought back from the British tailors in Nice.
"It looks good, I must admit," he replied with a broad smile. He felt good when he was all dressed up. "Thank you, Melissa, I love the new suit."
"I'm in love with what's under it."
He grinned. "How well I know that!" His penis was bright red and almost angry looking from her constantly sucking on it, for her constantly wanting him to fuck her up the ass with it. Sometimes Steve's cock was so sore even Nellie's mouth, so much more gentle than Melissa's, would harm it when she nursed on it as Melissa watched and played with Nellie's ripe breasts.
As Maurice drove them to the party, Melissa gave Steve some ideas about the two sisters. He listened to their sad story and felt sorry, genuinely sorry for them.
Steve understood just what Melissa meant. Had he not been rescued by her, Steve feared that such a possibility, that is, being isolated from the world and people, could have easily become his own fate, his own ruinous Kismet.
When the long, sleek, black limousine pulled into the elaborate driveway of the Rummington chateau, Steve was impressed. Melissa, as usual, pulled down her skirt after sliding back into her silky panties she'd removed at Steve's urgings at the beginning of the drive.
Melissa and her young lover made a lot of good hot love in the back seat of the car and if the upholstery could talk, what a lot of salty, spicy tales it would tell. Steve had even fucked Melissa on the rear seat at the same time Melissa had her face buried between Nellie's naked thighs, sucking poor Nellie's cunt almost raw as the black limousine with the clouded windows shot through the countryside.
Melissa's happiness was boundless when she saw the light in Cornelia's deep blue eyes when she introduced young Steve. Her lips parted. She caught her breath.
Her eyes widened when she said, "this is your companion… the gentleman I've heard about?"
Melissa grinned. "The very same."
"But… but… I thought he was… he was… "
Melissa interrupted. "An old geezer, right?"
Cornelia burst our laughing. "Right."
Then when Steve was introduced to Cornelia's sister, Ophilia, moments later in a different section of the grand chateau in Villefranche-sur-mer, Ophilia had almost an identical reaction except, being the most brazen of the two, her eyes swept up and down Steve's handsome young muscular body, even hesitating, lingering suggestively at his crotch.
In fact, her stare was so obvious, Steve almost found himself blushing. A very frank stare it was indeed!
Both sisters could hardly wait to get Melissa alone to learn the details that surely promised to be fantastic.
As the lawn party progressed and the American film producer was as charming as expected, along with his guests and two half-naked young actresses and two very good looking young male actors (both homosexual) neither Cornelia nor her sister could take their hungry eyes off Steve.
The young man was constantly at Melissa's side. Cornelia saw them even holding hands and once she saw Melissa's hand behind Steve, her fingers caressing his backside as Steve looked dead ahead, listening to what the producer of the film was explaining about the film itself.
Another time Cornelia saw Melissa actually squeeze Steve's penis which Cornelia was certain was engorged, that is hard, and when she saw this, she gulped and almost sprinted over to where her prim sister was seated to tell her what she'd just seen.
Ophilia wouldn't believe her sister. Pas de tout!
When the party was over at last and the many guests had gone, everyone having had a perfectly marvelous afternoon with the delightfully refreshing film people, especially the lightly clad young lady actresses everyone was sure wore no underwear, Cornelia, of course, and why not, invited Melissa Staunton and her young escort to remain behind.
Needless to say, Cornelia insisted and Melissa couldn't refuse her, not that she would have anyway. Melissa was so proud of her conquest of Steve it was coming out of both her ears and her eyes. Her heart was pounding at the thought that maybe she'd get a chance, have an opportunity to show Steve off further.
In the back of Melissa's mind, she was conjuring up all kinds of possible situations that could take place and though planned by her and Steve in collusion with her, of course, give the impression they were completely spontaneous.
At the very thought of this, Melissa's panties were getting soaking wet. Her breasts were growing more swollen and her nipples were stinging. When she secretly touching her clitoris it responded like a door bell ringing.
Once they were all alone, Cornelia invited them to join herself and her sister, Ophilia, in a very pleasantly situated sitting room in the rear of the chateau overlooking an extraordinarily lovely flower garden.
Once they were seated comfortably, an ice bucket containing a vintage champagne was brought in by one of the old hag servants. When she was gone, Cornelia sat forward on the edge of her seat.
Her sister, the one with the delightfully attractive and very seductive toes and feet, hoisted her skirt up an inch or so. She also leaned forward, her eyes eager.
"Tell, oh tell us, dear Melissa, how did you find this charming young boy?"
Melissa glanced at her young lover, her eyes asking permission.
Steve grinned and nodded his handsome head…
Chapter 18
Once the preliminary details were outlined by Melissa to the oooh's and aaah's of both Cornelia and Ophilia, at least half of the bottle of champagne had been exhausted. Everyone felt a slight rosy tinge and especially Steve. His cheeks were flushed and he never looked more youthful nor more handsome.
His features fascinated both sisters and more than once Cornelia felt a desire to kiss him, to hug the boy to her body.