Summer 2008. Freshly divorced in Bordeaux. I link up with Valérie, two years older, petite brunette. Both naturists. We claim a week in Spain’s elite cove. Private naturist beach. Sable fin like silk underfoot. Turquoise waves lap crystal shores. Elite crowd. Discreet wealth. No peasants here.
Our towels spread prime spot. Sun kisses bare skin. Valérie’s curves glow. Full breasts. Toned legs. I dive into the sea. Cool brine revives me. Emerging, spot him. Lone man. Towel down meters away. Dead axis to Valérie’s thighs. No Adonis. But nature blessed him. Cock hangs heavy. Thick even soft. I whisper to her. She smirks. Eyes spark.
The Privilege
Next swim. I linger offshore. Watch. Valérie sits up. Faces him bold. Breasts thrust forward. Finger slips into her slit. Slow. Deliberate. Tongue traces lips. He stares. Unblinking. Hand grips his shaft. Strokes discreet. My cock twitches. Water hides my rise. Back to towel. Mask bulge. Gauge his tool up close. Massive. Veins pulse. Tell her. She beams. Lust in eyes. Hand checks her pussy. Soaked. Fingers dance on clit. She writhes. Ball interrupts. Damn.
We pack. Climb to secluded cove end. Empty. Pristine. Resume. Fingers plunge her drenched folds. He follows. Parasol. Towels. Closer now. Five meters. Face in her compass. We allow it. He caresses his now rigid pole. Whispers ‘Si, si, si.’ Two fingers pump her. Eyes lock on his monster. Tongue lolls. Mimics suck. Orgasms hits. Sharp cry. Body shudders. He pauses. Waits.
Thrilled. We whisper. She grins wicked. Trusts my vibe. Dress minimal. Her white slip dress. Sandals. Him: loose shorts. Shirt. Path up. Belvedere halt. Ocean vista. Elite view. She leans rail. Hand dangles. He sidles. Fingers graze short. Then grips inside. ‘Oh!’ Surprise. Measures girth. Pumps slow. Spot lacks cover. She nods him to cars.
The Excess
Parking. Our rides close. His 4×4 gleams. Black leather seats. Italian tan hides. He sits driver. Legs splay. She kneels. Yanks shorts. Cock springs. Thick. Veined. Purple head. Heart pounds. Her hand wraps. Hesitant first. Then firm. He groans. ‘Oh yes, stroke it good!’ I urge. ‘So big, so hard,’ she breathes. Two hands now. Flies over shaft. Balls to tip. Kneels closer. Face level. Mouth gaps. Breath ragged.
Gland nudges lips. Pre-cum threads. She stares me. ‘So huge! So beautiful!’ Frenzy builds. I whip out mine. Steel hard. She turns. ‘Can I suck?’ ‘Yes! Suck him!’ He thrusts. Gland breaches. Lips stretch. Sucks deep. Slurps echo. Cheeks hollow. Gorges. I stroke wild. ‘Eat it all! Lick balls!’ He frees straps. Mauls tits. Pinches nipples. My hand dives robe. Pussy floods. Finger-fucks her. She rages on cock.
‘Suck, slut! Love big cocks!’ Fingers blitz clit. She devours. Balls in mouth. ‘So good! So big!’ He moans. Peaks near. Tongue out. Jets erupt. Mouth fills. Gags. Swallows gallons. Nearly chokes. Cleans him. Then me. I cum hard. Grabs head. Kisses fierce. Sperm tinge lingers. Unknown salt.
Whispers hot: ‘Follow him home?’ Eyes burn. Not done. That’s next chapter.
