June 2007. Sweltering heat. Office empty for summer break. I’m 26, stuck in a stale nine-year relationship. Then she walks in: Lucie, 19, BTS commerce stagiaire. Long straight brunette hair, deep green eyes, killer smile. Simple, natural hotness. I train her. First week, she’s eager, absorbs everything. We bond over tech, finance, motor sports. Lunch together daily. She spills: single, lonely studio near school. My turn: wife frustrations, no sex in months.
One day, I treat her to lunch. Light apero. Quiet spot. Her eyes linger. That smile shifts—hungry. I see the woman, not the intern. Pulse races. Forbidden vibe hits hard. Back at work, debrief turns personal. Time flies. I cut it short, heart pounding.
The Awakening
Next day, weekend training gite in the woods. I pick her up after failing to fuck my wife. She refused. Guilt mixes with buzz. Meetings drag. Evening free. We hike forest paths. Stumble on old stone ruin. Decrepit inside, but cozy spot. She insists we enter. We talk deep. Her six months celibate. My marriage woes. Tension builds. I lean in. She closes eyes. Lips meet. Tongues tangle slow, electric. Heat surges, but place sucks. Back to gite. Midnight, her room. No witnesses.
Shower quick. Boxer briefs. Cock throbs thinking of betrayal thrill. Sneak down hall. Door cracks. She’s waiting: lace thong barely hiding shaved pussy, matching bra spilling perky tits. Tanned, slim curves perfect. Heart hammers. Strip to boxers. Slide beside her. Kiss deep, arms wrap. Fingers trace back, unhook bra. Nipples stiffen. Palm her breast, tease peak. Soft moan escapes.
The Act
Lay her back. Kiss down neck, suck tits hard. Belly quivers. Reach thong. She arches. Rip it off. Pussy lips glisten. Dive in, tongue flicks swollen clit. Hips buck like I’m already balls-deep. Juices flow, musky scent fills room. My dick aches, rock-hard. Climb up, kiss her. She grabs cock, frees it. Strokes firm. Flips me, mouth engulfs. Sucks head, jerks shaft. Two months dry—I’m done fast. Warn her. She goes feral. Explode in her throat. Swallows every drop. This girl’s a freak.
The Act
Cuddle. Kiss. Finger her sopping cunt. Cock revives. She mounts, sinks down raw. No condom—stupid rush. Tight, wet grip milks me. Slow grind builds. Flip her. Pound deep, savage. Moans urge harder. Pull out. Flip prone. Spread cheeks. Tongue her pussy, then rim ass. No flinch. She loves it. Finger ass—one, two, three. Stretch wide. Line up cock. Thrust in. She yelps—pain-pleasure mix. Start slow, build brutal. Slam her shithole. She begs more, filthy words. Cum floods her ass. Stay buried. Pull out, she cleans dick with mouth as seed drips thighs.
The Secret
Dawn creeps. Slip back to my room. Sunday drive home. She invites one last fuck. Missionary, classic. Pump her pussy, unload inside. She cums screaming. Drop her off. Home, play normal. Wife senses shit. No moves that night.
Back at work, fire ignites. Lunch quickies: her sucking me dry under desk. Gifts mutual. Late nights, her nympho side explodes—toys, rougher anal. Thrill of cheating owns me. Wife’s face haunts. Guilt gnaws, but pussy and ass call louder. This summer secret—pure transgression bliss.