That morning in our Toulon rental, her absence hit me. Shower humming. No wake-up cuddle. Peeking through the curtain, her wet curves teased me. Shaved quick. Tried slipping in. She laughed, splashed, shoved me out. ‘Get croissants, set the table.’ Disappointed, I dressed, grabbed flowers, hit the bakery.
Back home, table ready. ‘Coucou, chĂ©ri, how do I look?’ Bag dropped. Jaw too. Microskirt—20cm max—barely hid her ass. Top plunged, tits spilling out. Blushing hard. ‘Patricia’s gift: wear this naked to make your cock throb. No panties, no bra.’ Voice hoarse, I rasped, ‘Naked under?’ She grabbed my hand, slid it up bare thighs to slick pussy lips. Then to hard nipples. Bermuda tented. Her eyes lit—my reaction fueled her.
The Awakening
‘Anxious it’s too slutty?’ I crushed her lips, dropped to knees. Head under skirt, tongue diving into her dripping cunt. Juices everywhere. She gripped my hair, bucked, came screaming in minutes. Pulled me up, ripped shirt, yanked shorts. Dropped, swallowed my throbbing cock deep. Sloppy, hungry sucks. Thought she’d drain me. No. Stood, pushed me to chair, straddled. Guided my dick to her soaked hole. Sank down with a moan. Tits free, I sucked, bit. She rode hard, came again shuddering.
Hands under ass, lifted her to table. Rammed deep, balls slapping. She moaned louder, legs wrapped. Couldn’t hold—exploded inside her. She peaked third time, quivering. Kissed sloppy. ‘Fucking incredible. Stay dressed like that?’ Laughed. ‘Only for you, perv. No outings.’ Adjusted skirt, retied top. Me naked. Ate staring at her exposed curves. Cock stirred again.
The Wild Act
Slid under table. Legs spread wide. ‘Greedy fucker.’ Tongue lapped cum-dripping pussy. ‘Eat my cunt, clean your load. Yes, fuck!’ She tensed, flooded my mouth. Her turn—crawled under, deepthroated. ‘Suck that dick, swallow.’ Pushed her head, pumped cum down throat. Rose, snowballed—tasted my own salty seed. Hot. Dragged to bed. Teased all morning: flashing pussy, tits, dodging grabs. Fucked endless.
Drive home: skirt hiked, fingered her gushing slit to orgasm. She blew me on empty highway, swallowed while I gripped wheel. Center Parcs midweek booked—surprise hit. Grandma scare passed. Arrived, pool fun. Met Roger, Christiane. Bikini hugged her curves. He groped tits, ass in waves. She giggled, let him. Rage boiled. Snapped: ‘Enjoy the peloting?’ Fight exploded. ‘Even if I fuck him, love you!’ Past flung: my cheating pre-her. Stormed off. Slept apart, tortured hard-on from jealousy-fueled fantasies.
Dawn: croissants, flowers. Found her crying, my phone in hand—thought I ditched. Hugged tight. ‘If you crave other cock, ok. Rules: together if possible, tell me after, condoms, no kids risk.’ Tears: ‘Want your baby?’ Cuddled tender, no sex. Whispered love. Pool later: ‘Might never happen.’ Bullshit—it would, soon.