Christine! What a fucking night. Can’t stop staring. White sheets hug her naked body. Tanned skin glows. Firm tits rise with each breath. Long legs sprawled. Pussy still glistening from last round. I want to dive in, fuck her awake. But I wait. She’s my fiancée’s best friend. Fanny’s in hospital, appendix out. Two days till she returns. This secret burns hot.
Flashback to her birthday. Late August. Mountain chalet. Heat waves. Everyone partying. Guys shirtless, shorts. Girls teasing in skimpy clothes. Christine turns 30. Short black hair, athletic build, olive skin bronzing perfect. Bermuda shorts, white tank, white canvas shoes. Legs endless, tanned smooth. I stare too much.
The Awakening
She slips inside chalet for shade. Fanny chats far off. Instinct pulls me in. Dark, cool. Hear a noise. Door cracked. Mirror view: she ties hair, peels off tank and shorts. No bra. No panties. Full nude flash. Perky round tits, dark nipples hard. Trimmed bush triangle. Ass firm. Cock twitches instant. I bolt out, heart pounding.
Rest of day, obsessed. Imagine bursting in, grabbing her. Fanny said Christine wanted me first, four years back. Now she’s with Stéphane. But that naked glimpse haunts. Night, fuck Fanny imagining Christine. Cum hard.
Three weeks later. Fanny hospitalized. Christine visits. I pick her up. Beige skirt, matching blouse, same white shoes. Hospital till 6pm. Drop her at my building. Don’t want her gone. ‘Wanna come up for a drink?’ Lame. She grins: ‘Ok.’
Talk skips Fanny. Hits her birthday. ‘Nice shoes, same as then.’ She smiles wicked. ‘Remember my outfit?’ ‘Shorts, tank.’ ‘Then bikini.’ Silence thick. ‘Could’ve helped tie it.’ Shock. ‘Saw you in mirror.’ Heart races. ‘Didn’t stop you stripping.’ ‘Made me hotter.’ Boom.
Lunge. Hands on her face. Kiss deep, tongues wrestle. She sinks to couch. I kneel, slip off her shoes. Kiss feet, calves. She yanks my shirt. Fingers trace chest. Undo her blouse slow. No bra again. ‘Love fabric rubbing my tits and ass raw.’ Nipples stiff. Lick, suck. She grips my head.
The Act
Hand up skirt. Thighs slick. Fingers graze clit, soaked. Dip in pussy. She’s dripping. Eyes wild black fire. She shoves back, stands. Strips me. Hands down torso, kisses. Unbuckles, drops jeans. Grips cock through boxers. Nails tease waistband. Full nude. Strokes slow. ‘Fuck me on table.’
Skirt hiked. Lies back, legs on shoulders. Pussy lips puffy, triangle bush. Tease tip in, out. Then slam deep. Sweat beads between tits. She moans loud, bucks. Cums shaking. ‘More.’
Bedroom now. Skirt gone. Tongue laps balls, up shaft. Swallows cock whole. Sucks expert, throat tight. Edge hard, she stops. Smirks. On all fours. Lick pale soles, contrast hot. Doggy plunge. Arches elbows. Spread cheeks. Pucker winks. Finger in ass easy, wet. She groans approval. ‘Fuck my ass.’ Slide cock in slow. Tight grip. Pound till I explode deep.
Twice more that night. Exhausted sleep.
Morning. 9am. Stroke her hair. Eyes open. Cock hard again. Fanny oblivious. This secret? Pure rush. Forbidden pussy owns me.