Carcassonne youth hostel. Late summer night. Exhausted from hitchhiking. My first love, my girl, pissed we missed the fortified city. Hostel full. I lose it, yell at the desk. They shove us into the massive meeting room slash laundry. Piles of blankets for a bed. Our private den. High window open to the bustling square below. Tourists milling. Warm breeze.
She strips. Naked like Eve. Eyes wild. Sudden fire. Not her usual shy self. But exceptions… fuck, this one tops them. Heart races. My cock twitches. She climbs the sill. Legs spread wide, ass almost pressing glass if closed. But open. Exposed. Wind licks her skin. Golden hair cascades down her back to thighs. Stares into my eyes. Hypnotic.
The Awakening
I step forward. Want to grab her. Hand stops me. Silent command: Watch. Don’t touch. Arms stretch, grab window frame. Thighs part more. Indecent pose. Body undulates slow. Torturously slow. Chest rolls. Hips snake. Legs quiver. Time stretches. Eternal. She shudders. Fake orgasm? Waves ripple from tits to pussy. Fuck. Crowd below? Whistles echo up. My dick strains pants. Forbidden rush.
Legs close. Head against wall for balance. Arms free. Hands dance. Symmetrical. Smiling sly. Like Mona Lisa secret. Fingers rub forehead, palms together. Slide down. Face. Cheeks. Lips. Neck. Tease tits. Barely graze nipples. Down torso. Circle hips. Avoid that wet slit. I imagine it dripping. She knows. Smirks.
The Act and the Secret
Repeats. Suns with arms. Fingers circle tits firmer. Pinch nipples? No, massage navel. Then fingers trail. One by one. From belly button to clit. Dip between lips. Barely. Pull away. I’m rock hard. Busted bulge. She sees. Serious face. Back to forehead. Longer face caresses. Tongue wets fingers. Saliva trails on cheeks. Chin. Grabs tits hard. Twists nipples. Sighs. Moans. Fingers dive to pussy. Rubs clit. Slow. Fast. Gasps.
Too much. I close in. Inches away. Breathe her musk. Pussy scent. Arousal thick. Whistles from square. She drops down. Cat-like. Slithers to floor. On back. Head shake: No touch. Yet. Hands attack pussy. Fingers plunge. One. Two. All. Slow grind. Fast pump. Cries out. Forgets me? Or teases. Body shakes. Orgasms crash. Waves. Presses thighs tight. Hands trapped. Tears of joy. Trembles cold.
I scoop her. Carry to blanket bed. She kisses deep. Hungry. My turn now. Secret shared. Thrill lingers. Crowd saw her ass, dance, shakes. Our dirty truth. No one knows. Pure taboo bliss. Still hard thinking back.