Years ago, fresh at 20, single and craving escape. Early September, I roared my Ducati to an exclusive Atlantic coastal retreat. Discreet beachside haven for the elite – sands private, town whispers away. Manager escorted me to a secluded spot by luxury mobile homes. Three PM sun blazed. Tent up in forty-five minutes. Hit the private beach, towel down center. Few bronzers left post-summer rush. Thirties crowd, topless temptations scattered. Quick dip, then lounge. Eyes lock on newcomers nearby: mid-thirties, dark-haired perfection. Her – magnetic allure, curves lethal.
Shower-bound later, bump into them. Their adjacent luxe mobile home gleams. Introductions flow: Fabienne, Sébastien, 33, northern France elite. He teaches literature with poise; she closes deals in stilettos. Champagne apéritif invite. Crystal flutes chill, bubbles crisp on tongue. Dinner lingers – gourmet bites, wine silk. She proposes tomorrow’s sea sortie on friend’s 7-meter motor yacht. Sundeck plush, leather cushions supple. I nod, retreat to tent buzzing.
The Privilege
Eleven AM launch. Waves slice, thirty minutes offshore. Anchor in azure void. Fabienne’s picnic: caviar whispers, chilled rosé fizz. Strip to suits, sun worship. They confess naturism. ‘Mind if we bare?’ No. Fabienne sheds bikini. Body flawless, bronzed symmetry – breasts firm, ass sculpted, pussy shaved to metro-ticket strip. Sébastien follows: ripped, zero fat, cock smooth-shaven. My erection throbs, flip to stomach on hot leather deck.
She beckons sunscreen. Sébastien shrugs: ‘Can’t stand it.’ Kneel close. Lotion glides over back, thighs. Hesitate at ass – perfect globes. ‘Everywhere,’ she purrs. Fingers knead cheeks, dip to slit. Thighs part slow. Stroke labia, feel bald heat. She moans soft. Cock strains suit. Giggles: ‘Doing well?’ Husband grins. She flips – tits perky, pussy glistening. Fingers plunge, she climaxes, juices slick my hand.
‘Thank him properly.’ Suit yanked. My rigid cock springs. Her mouth engulfs – velvet suction, tongue swirls. Divine. Sébastien hardens, mounts her doggy. Pounds while she sucks. We erupt synced: him flooding pussy, me her throat. First swallow – hot jets, double bliss. Nap under sun, leather warm against skin.
The Excess
Back late afternoon. Their mobile home shower marble-cool. Chat shave perks. ‘She’ll do yours.’ Steam rises. New razor, cream foams pubes, balls. Blade scrapes electric, cock stiffens. Smiles: ‘Easier hard.’ Arse next – total smooth. Dinner naturiste: nude feast, wine flows heavy.
Digestif on leather sofa, him between. Her hand trails his chest, cock. Mine stirs. She guides my touch – first male skin, firm thrill. Stroke shaft slow. She kneels, licks balls. ‘Join.’ Inches from her lips on him. She aims: suck. Salty vein pulses, I devour. Shivers electric – bisexual dawn.
She rims me: tongue probes hole, fingers invade. Three deep, prostate ignites. Strap-on gleams. Lick it for him. She thrusts – pain blooms to rapture. Pound while I blow him. Cum gushes throat – swallow greedy, no gag. He softens; I revive. She spreads: fuck her deep. He enters me – real cock superior, veined heat. Triple climax shatters.
Glass down, tent calls. Dreams wild. Dawn late – their car gone. Warden: ‘Left morning.’ Vacations hollow after. Decade on, true tale hunts kin.
