I was 20, restless, escaping routine. Studies bored me. Girlfriend distant. Hitchhiking south to Spain for air. Found Joel online—covoiturage with a twist. He picked me up in his sleek black Porsche, leather seats hugging my thighs like a promise. Forties, chiseled jaw, silver-flecked hair. Dynamic exec, sensitive eyes. We clicked instantly. Books, life, his pending divorce, son my age. First solo trip. He invited me along. Why not? Fun awaited.
Dusk fell as we hit Andalusia’s coast. He veered off to his private beach—exclusive enclave, white sands like powdered silk, Mediterranean whispering secrets. Full moon rose, silvering the waves. Chilled Cristal champagne from the cooler, bubbles sharp on tongue, fizzing in crystal flutes etched with his monogram. We stripped for naturism. Air caressed skin. His body: sculpted perfection, muscled chest, firm ass. Cock thick, heavy, veins pulsing under moonlight. Trimmed pubes. Balls massive, hanging low. I stared, heat rising. Mine hardened too.
The Privilege
He laughed softly. ‘Don’t mind the erection. It decides.’ It swelled—25cm beast, foreskin retracting, gleaming. Power and tenderness. I stripped bare. His gaze raked me. ‘Beautiful skin. Ass like a girl’s.’ Pleasure surged. We talked deep—life, desires. He pulled me close. Head on his chest, heartbeat steady. Hands roamed: my shoulders, his thighs. Delicate, feminine touch from me. His fingers dipped to my crack, teasing virgin flesh. I ground against his leg. He guided my hand to his throbbing shaft. Hot. Hard. Veined. Mine to claim.
The Excess ignited. I slid down. Tongue traced contours, salty skin. Lips enveloped gland—filled my mouth. Sucked slow, hand pumping base. He moaned, eyes locked. On all fours between his legs, I devoured. Guttural groans. His cock swelled, hardened. Cum erupted—thick ropes hitting my throat. I swallowed, licked clean, saliva-semen sheen. ‘My love,’ he whispered. Arms enveloped me. I came in his palm, shuddering. Kissed, entwined, slept under stars, waves crashing luxury’s edge.
The Excess
Dawn. Woke in his embrace. His cock soft, tempting. Kissed it awake. Swelled in my mouth. Straddled him. Hands kneaded my ass—firm, possessive. ‘Suck again. Sixty-nine.’ Mouths fused: I deep-throating, he tonguing my hole. Exploded first, seed in his throat. Then, his plea: ‘Let me take you.’ Yes. Heart pounded. Sucked him slick. Four paws, ass up. Tongue rimmed me, probing. Pushed in—pain tore, then bliss. Inch by inch, that monster stretched me. Hands gripped hips, balls slapping. Fucked slow, deep. Paradise in agony. He thrust hilt-deep, flooding me. Collapsed, owned.
Fifteen days blurred: beach trysts, his cliffside villa’s silk sheets, caviar-laced romps. Returned inseparable. His lover now. Discretion seals it—glass walls hide our fire, elite shadows protect the thrill.
