I could see Julie in the dining room standing by the table giving it a polish. She was slightly leaning over it with her back to me and was wearing a ... shirt and fairly short skirt so I could see about half way up her thighs. She must have heard me come in as she started to polish the table with exaggerated movements so her plump bottom swayed from side to side as well as back and forth. I moved in behind her and placed my hands on her broad hips. “Nice polishing action you have there” I said.. He stood up and moved to the end of my seat, he looked down at my form, breathing deeply, his eyes settling on my hemline and the faint exposure of flesh, so close to my own sex organ, the very spot where his eyes focused, all he needed to do was bend forward and put a finger in, touch it, and see my response.He was wanking and it felt close to cumming, the situation was everything he could only have dreamed about, a young beautiful woman, lying under your sex organ, being beaten with vigor and. My face was full of her sexual fluids. She looked at me and smiled. I placed her leg back on the ground which was on my shoulder, and got up. We both kissed each other. She could easily taste her pussy juices on my lips and tongue. We went on kissing for some time. While kissing itself, I removed the hooks of her blouse, and then broke the kiss and started sucking her soft breasts. She was enjoying a lot. I tongued her erect nipples. She gasped at that. I licked her entire breasts. I offered her some and she accepted, then offered me a bit of pear from the Brittany coast. I found it delicious. I must say in looking back over many years, that lunch, in the soft spring air, the boats gliding by on the Seine with simple bread, cheese, and pears all washed down with a red country wine in the company of a delightful young woman was one of the most memorable meals I have had occasion to enjoy.I felt as if I was French for we shifted to French at my request as I asked her to.