Hot July Saturday in my tiny studio, Louvain-la-Neuve. Pedestrian streets buzzing below. I lounge naked, sun kissing bare skin. Breakfast au naturel. Sarah knocks, slips off sundress and panties. Tall, slim, dark hair. Joins me nude, fingers her pussy lips. ‘Gonna smooth it out,’ she says, heads to bathroom.
I yank open the blind. Floor-to-ceiling window overlooks student crowds. Stand full frontal, tits perky, smooth mound exposed. Thrill hits hard. Air teases my slit. Kids pass, clueless. Then blonde tennis girl glances up. Aurélie. Blue polo, white skirt, endless legs. Stops dead. Eyes lock on my naked body. Dreamy hunger. Pulse races, pussy tingles.
The Awakening
Two guys spot her stare, look up. Crude laughs echo. I duck sideways, cheeks burn. But she lingers, window empty now. Peek back—boys gone. Wave her up. Fingers shake pointing to door.
Doorbell buzzes. Open wide, nude. She’s petite, curvy, blue eyes wild. ‘Kathleen,’ I say. ‘Aurélie.’ Sarah exits bathroom, fresh-shaved pussy gleaming. Casual intros, cheek kisses. Pour coffee. She eyes our smooth cunts, skirt riding up, pink panties damp.
Spill our secrets. Childhood baths. Provence river last summer. Ditched panties, felt air on slits. Hiked to hidden spot. Dropped dresses. Fingers grazed lips. ‘Love masturbating,’ Sarah moans. Knelt facing, hands in pussies, tits heaving. Climaxed hard, eyes locked.
Aurélie squirms. Hand slips under skirt. Fingers press wet fabric. We watch, cunts dripping. ‘Wanna shave yours?’ I offer. She nods, eager. Drops skirt, panties soaked. Blond bush, small tits. Sits tub edge. Electric razor hums. Blades kiss her lips. Pink folds emerge, slick and long. Clit peeks, begging.
Back to room. Stories flow. Gilles crashes Provence nights. Flashed shaved pussies. Jerked his cock till spurted hot cum on Sarah’s hand. Days later, sucked him off, swallowed salty load. He ate us out, tongues deep in holes.
The Forbidden Rush
Aurélie on bed, legs spread. Fingers plunge her fresh cunt. Sarah tweaks nipples. I dive in, tongue laps clit. She bucks, squirts orgasm waves.
She calls Lisha. Asian cutie arrives, jeans tight. Strips fast. We shave her golden lips smooth. Exotic folds swell. She types fantasy: bound, helpless pussy ravaged.
Tie her spread-eagle. Ankles to bedposts, arms pinned. Sarah palms tits, pinches nips. I kneel, thumbs part lips. Tongue flicks clit. Slip in geisha balls, tease G-spot. She thrashes, cums endless, passes out in bliss.
We untie, cuddle. Write this log nude. Future: cafe skirts no-panties, camping fucks, boys join.
Secret thrill lingers. Normal lives hide dripping cunts, shared orgasms. Windows tempt more glances. Peek up next time you’re in Louvain-la-Neuve. Bises from Kathleen, Sarah, Aurélie, Lisha.