The municipal pool in our sleepy village gleamed under a near-full moon, its waters a silver mirror of elite seclusion. I’d dreamed of this midnight bath forever, inspired by my brother Laurent’s teenage tales of fumbling sex with Carole right here, four years back. Now, my turn. Heart pounding, inexperienced, feverish. Our group of five—guys and girls—plus pesky seven-year-old Chipette, Nicolas’s bratty sister Amandine, who tagged along uninvited. Arguments flared at the chain-link fence. Nicolas threatened pocket money and spankings. Marion, my crush in her tiny yellow dress, legs golden silk, promised bribes. I ogled her, recalling winter strip games: her wool skirt hiked slow, blue cotton panties wedged, exposing plump hairy labia, wet glimpse of pink. Bike saddle grind, her scent on my hand. But Chipette spied with binoculars. Plan ruined. Group scattered.
Alone, cursing fate. Perfect pairings: Nicolas-Julie, me-Marion, shy Sophie pining for distant Philippe. Then footsteps. Sophie emerges, long light-brown hair, feline athlete’s gait, almond eyes, pert breasts, curvy hips on slim waist. Red mini-dress hugs like cashmere. She sought me, pebble at my window. Julie ‘grounded’—lie later revealed. Laughter eases tension. We climb fence, my ladder hands under her, black Brazilian panties flash, heart thumps like bass in a penthouse club. Inside, moonlit pool hypnotizes, vast and ours. Her hand hot in mine, leads to grass verge.
The Privilege
Mutual undress. She perches foot on my belly, shoe off, skin velvet. I sit, she kneels swift. Her barrette next—lips brush forehead, cock presses her mound through fabric. Tee-shirt peels, her palms glide my smooth chest to thighs. My turn: fingers trace neck, thumbs cheeks, ease red dress straps. Fabric whispers down shoulders, elbows. Snags on breasts—small, pear-round, tiny aureolas, stiff nipples salute night air. Black panties peek. She kneads tits free. Her squat lowers my swim trunks: nose inches from throbbing cock, pulls rear first, cheeks bare, then front—glans free, bobs. Fingers graze ass as she rises.
Finale. Thumbs hook her waistband, pubes glisten, bush untamed guards swollen lips. Yank crotch aside, wet hairs stick, panties drop. Pussy beauty: pink valley, live petals. Rise gripping hips, cock kisses belly.
She chooses plunge. Cat-walk to edge, stops. ‘Unique show.’ I sit grass. Slow cartwheel—labia flash second-long. Silent dive into moon disk. Nude synchro symphony: limbs whirl, ass splits, thighs splay spiraling down, tits arch to luna. Breasts, belly, slit surface gleaming, vanish in leg-twist. Ends supine float, body offered, breathless joy. ‘Perfect.’ Score her 10s. Nude nymph, siren nature.
Race me. She wins easy, breast in my face at wall. Tag game: catch for tit kiss. Crocodile stalk fails thrice. Feint—trap her feet underwater. Rewards: gaze floats tits half-submerged. Hands waist-caress, ass-grope near slit—’Tsst, tits only!’ Suck left nipple rigid, she moans, knees graze balls innocent. Right tit flash-second.
The Excess
Her turn: catch for cock kiss. She dives, hands roam thighs-ass, fingers circle shaft-balls navel-anus. Nose glans, lips base-balls, tongue frenulum. Near-spurt.
No more games. ‘You won kiss.’ Leads showers, lights blaze. Hot cascade like champagne torrent. She props metal, water steams. Self-caress: neck, tits, hand dives crotch, fingers plunge blond bush, thumb clit. Builds frantic, body quakes silent scream, radiant smile.
Masturbate mutual, eyes locked. ‘Never fucked? Seen pussy close?’ Handstand before me. Grip hips, legs spread: inner pink nacre, clit hood to anus. Lips quiver water-lashed. Kiss mound, tongue lashes pulsing folds, nose buries scent-musk. Suck clit. She flips, straddles face: first cunnilingus ever. Thumb anus tickle, tongue laps. Grips head, deep moan-cry, orgasms.
Sits chest, ponders. ‘Eyes shut.’ Kneels between legs. Kisses balls thousand-light, tongue glans circles, shaft lick. Lips gobble head gentle, deepens—throat fucks. Explode jets down gorge.
Rise, embrace, endless kiss—tongues velvet. Skin silk-fuse, hands necks-ass. ‘Philippe?’ ‘Who?’ Secret sealed in afterglow hush, moon witness. Slip away clothed, hearts elite-bound, night our private vault.
