I remember the first time I saw her. Heading home in Nimes, scorching July heat. She’s at a bar terrace, sipping tea. Legs crossed, foot swinging. Back and forth. Hypnotic. Sensual. A touch Lolita. Guys staring. Does she know? Lost in thought, oblivious.
Almond eyes, shifting green to gold. Sadness, fury flashing. Want to hug her. Weird urge. Must approach smooth. No pickup line bullshit. Then fate hits. Punk grabs her bag, bolts. I chase. Alley sprint. Cut him off. Pin him. Arm lock. Bag drops. Intact. He runs.
The Awakening
Back to bar. She’s frozen. Smiles huge, eyes yellow sparks. ‘Can’t thank you enough. Come to my place, cool off.’ Sweaty shirt clings. Yeah, why not? Two blocks away. Modest flat, tidy. Points to bathroom. ‘Shower. I’ll wash your clothes. Dry quick.’
Hot water blasts. Out in robe she left. Mango juice. My fave. Sweet-tart bliss. ‘Lise, Belgian tourist, naive. You?’ ‘John, local tax guy. Boring.’ ‘You’re a gentleman.’ Nudity under silk robe. Her voice. Heat. Boom. Lust explodes. Jump her. She presses back. Wants it bad.
Hands roam. Robe slips off, satin whisper. She drops to knees. Face to my hard cock. ‘Oh, what a pretty bird. Gonna take good care of you.’ Fuck. Excited. She strokes chest. Shivers. Pulls to couch. Strip her tight dress. Mirror shows perfect ass. Toned, sporty.
Pushes me down. Straddles. Cowgirl queen. Milk-bun tits bounce. Hands pinned. Tongue laps chest, down to dick. Gasp. Grabs it. Slow strokes. Eyes lock, naughty grin. Tongue flicks head. Swirls shaft. Lips glide up-down. Public foot tease? Bet she edged herself there. No hands needed.
Groans escape. Control gone. Her mouth owns me. Sucks deep, tongue coils. Glances up, dominant smile. She’s in heaven too. Close. She senses, climbs up. Bites lip. My taste on her. Hotter.
The Act
Straddles again. Guides my throbbing cock to her wet pussy. Tight squeeze. Eyes glaze. She rides slow. I buck. ‘No!’ Hands on hips. ‘Yes, ma’am.’ Grins. Builds speed. Head back, moans. Leans in, tits graze. Sparks fly. Fucks herself on me. Kisses wild. Faster. Hips slam. Sweat mixes. Sex stench thick.
Orgasm hits like lightning. Both shatter. Blackout bliss. Pass out.
Wake later. Sun fading. Alone. Smile lingers. Epic fuck. Firecracker pussy master. Shower. Clothes drying. Shelf: toys galore. Plugs, vibes. Sex fiend.
Giggles from door. Asian cutie bumps me. ‘Urgent!’ Drops panties, pisses loud. Natural as fuck. Salon: Lise. ‘More mango? Malika’s my wife. Not jealous.’ Wicked gleam.
Sip sweet juice. Visions of more. Malika bounces. ‘Beach!’ No car. I jump. ‘I’ll drive. Know spots. Dinner at beach hut.’ They beam. Best ahead.