Sun warms my bare thighs in that hidden Provençal clearing. Colette’s spot, her ‘little Nice.’ She drops her skirt first, ass up, puller over tits. No shame. I hesitate. Fuck it. Off comes my dress. Naked now, pussy exposed, breeze tickles my lips. Heart races. This is wrong. Society’s eyes nowhere, but the thrill hits hard. Her gaze on my ass. ‘Nice cheeks, Chantal. Work ’em.’ Cellulite stings, but her words ignite. I pinch my skin, feel the jiggle. Wetness builds between legs. Sitting cross-legged, cunts facing, no barriers. She starts her tale. Colette’s first supper at Eve’s. Naked novice, probed all day. Now robed in thin linen, led by young Aloïse’s firm ass cheeks. Tempted to get fingered. ‘Want me to masturbate you, Madame?’ Voice so formal, pussy clenches. But no, dinner calls.
Terrace glows golden hour. Eve in sheer blue, tits and bush teasing through. Champagne flows. Table setup weird: metal and spiked wooden horse-saddles. Jenny mounts metal bar, chain in her cunt grinding deep. Grimace, but smiles around. Clémence on spikes, pussy lips crushed, no flinch. Eve checks: ‘Spread nice?’ They rock, pain their seats. Aloïse under table, foot signal for service. I wiggle toes. Her mouth engulfs them, sucking clean. Tongue between, then hard cock-like thrust on my ankle. She rides my foot, grinding clit. Other foot worshipped, plant licked raw. Thighs spread wide, locked by neighbors. Her lips seal my pussy. Sucks labia, bites, tongue-fucks deep. Nips clit, I shatter. Scream echoes. Cum puddles floor. Eve smiles: ‘Orgasmic slut. Pay a forfeit.’ Shame burns, but pussy throbs.
The Awakening: Stripping Bare in the Sunlit Clearing
Her words paint it vivid. My cunt drips listening, nipples hard against air. Naked bond deepens. Sun dips, chill bites skin. Bladder nags. ‘Piss with me?’ Colette grins wicked. No leaves needed. She squats frog-style, rolls sweater up. Grabs her long lips, stretches wide. Pink hole gapes, urethra winks. I copy, fingers pinch my short flaps. Pull hard. Stings sweet, opens me raw. ‘More, wider. Less splash.’ Eyes lock on her spread cunt. Mine too. No shame. Just hunger. She unleashes first. Golden stream arcs strong, hisses on moss. I let go. Hot piss jets free, merges with hers. Puddle grows, steamy. Bliss floods. No holding back. Hips shake to shake last drops. Few linger in my slit. ‘Let it dry, pussy souvenir.’ Laugh, hug her. Hand grazes tit, squeezes soft. She slaps my ass playful.
Dressed quick, blazers on. Trek back light, thighs sticky. That shared piss, naked truths—pure taboo. Back home, bed awaits contract details. But this day’s mine. Secret fire burns. No one knows my drip, my dare. Husband clueless. Friends blind. Here, I live it. Transgression’s rush lingers, cunt aches for more. Colette’s world tempts. Naked, pissed, confessed. Addicted.