Mid-70s Provence. Sun-baked fields. Lavender scent thick in the air. I’m 17, horny as hell, stuck in this sleepy village. Girls back home tease with mini-skirts but slam doors. Here? Different. Véronique, cousin by marriage, 19, drives me insane. Flowing white dresses, slits up her thighs, no bra. Nipples poke through fabric. I stare. She knows. Smirks but dodges my clumsy grabs.
Nights jerking off to her curves. Balls ache. Then, overhear old folks: she showers daily at 9 AM, window wide open. No blinds. Heart pounds. Stakeout first day: glimpse her nightie riding up, bare ass, dark bush, perky tits. Not enough. Risk it.
The Awakening: Chair by the Window
Genius plan. Drag lounger chair opposite the window, back to it, book in lap. Pretend reading. Head twisted, peek through leaves. She appears. Yawns, stretches. Nightie hikes. Bare pussy flashes. Fuck. She spots chair. Doesn’t freak. Strips slow. Naked goddess. Small firm tits, stiff nipples. Flat belly. Jet-black bush framing pink lips. Heart hammers. Cock throbs in shorts.
Brushes hair nude at window. Sits, spreads for her ‘forest’ – can’t see full. Showers. Steamy glass blurs soap on tits, fingering slit. Dries off facing me. Tits jiggle, ass cheeks flex. Leans out: ‘Bertrand! Come here.’ Busted. Play dumb. She wraps tiny towel. Mirror shows ass crack. ‘Grab panties from drawer. White one.’
Trembling, pick satin thong. Return. Towel ‘slips’. Naked inches away. Hands over bush and tits. Giggles. Grabs my hands, plants on her breasts. Soft, warm. Nipples harden. Frozen. Slap! Face stings. Brain reboots. ‘You can touch.’ Fingers explore. She laughs. ‘Wrong panties. Too tight.’ Tease. Cinema later? Fuck.
Dark theater. Hand on knee. Slide up thigh. Satin barrier. Can’t finger her tight panties. Frustrated. ‘Told you,’ she whispers. ‘Tomorrow shower. With me.’ Knows my peeping. Kiss cheek. Jerk off all night thinking of her wet slit.
The Act: From Shower to Forest Fuck
9 AM. Door opens. Naked. Full kiss, tongue deep. Yanks shorts. Grips cock. Drags to shower. Hot water cascades. Soaps my shaft gentle after peeling foreskin – hurts first, then heaven. Teaches clit rub. Fingers her slick folds. She bucks, bites lip, cums shaking. ‘Your turn.’ Jerks slow. Explode on thigh. Embarrassed, limp dick. ‘Forest later.’
Afternoon woods. Kisses, hands everywhere. Unbuttons dress. Sucks tits, tongue nipples. ‘No panties today.’ Spreads legs. Bushy pussy drips. Finger-fuck her. Hits spot. Cums again. ‘You make me orgasm twice!’ Jerks me off. Cum arcs far.
Night bedroom. She mounts. Tight heat engulfs cock. Rides slow, then wild. I flip, thrust. Last two minutes. Laughs. All night: missionary, her on top, endless. Dawn cums.
She leaves sudden. Letters fade. Years later, meets with family. Whispers: ‘Should’ve fucked first night.’ Secret thrill lingers. Crossed line. Tasted forbidden. Worth every risk.