We reached the terrace via uneven stone stairs. Modern villa gleamed one side, awning opening to the living room. Gentle slope descended to the pool-devoured garden. Towering parasol pines shielded from July’s blaze. Distant sea shimmered with mirage-like ships.
Jean and I lounged on plush mattresses under the awning. Isabelle, his cousin, lent us her haven while she and friends sailed Corsica. Unthinkable luxury: three weeks poolside, fifteen kilometers from Marseille.
The Privilege
Jean swam, bronzed, shed work stress. I savored shade. Vitiligo blanched my skin porcelain-smooth, sun-forbidden. At fifty, my flesh rivaled youth’s silk.
Cousins returned from port with lunch. Salads, grilled meats. Isabelle proposed a Frioul islands jaunt. I declined—sun’s glare, sea’s reflection too harsh. Jean went reluctantly, craving the adventure.
Alone, I daydreamed by shaded pool. Car crunched gravel. Gilles, thirtyish, bounded up stairs. Owners’ friend, early arrival sans wife. Comically crestfallen: all absent till tomorrow.
I invited him stay. ‘Only a fifty-year-old’s company,’ I laughed. He swam post-drive. We lunched tĂŞte-Ă -tĂŞte. His wit sparked easy rapport. Post-siesta, he coaxed me into pool. Gentle hands steadied my poor strokes. Laughter flowed. Maillot one-piece hugged my modest curves—firm small breasts, plush thighs, soft belly I loathed.
Evening: seaside dinner, music bar dance. Rare thrill. Home, midnight dip tempted. Prudish, I showered, bedded. He swam, retired.
Screams shattered night. Viper in sheets. Hysterical, chair-perched. Gilles, heroic: stick, knife. Crushed skull, decapitated. Reassured me. Loose nightshirt slipped, flashing pert tits, generous ass. Clung to him. His body hardened.
Slept fitfully. Knocked his door. Boxer-clad, bulge evident. Curled beside, hand on arm. ‘Stay?’
The Excess
His palm traced bare back, shirt rucked to hips. Fingertips grazed ass, sparking shivers. Guided my hand to taut abs. Kiss deepened, tongues danced. Mine fled his rigid cock in boxer.
Explored freely. Shirt off. Lips trailed neck, shoulders, suckled nipples, navel. Tongue delved pussy lips, clit. Waves crashed. Boxer shed: massive shaft awed. Mounted him. Dripping, impaled fully. Tight grip milked him. Orgasms exploded mutual.
BĂ©atitude. His mouth savored sweat-slick skin. Fellatio urge surged. Sucked greedily, swallowed spurts.
Dawn: kitchen fuck, pool plunge—water cool on fevered flesh. Terrace climax as cars neared. Maillots on, dove in.
Jean slept early. Slipped to Gilles. Enthusiastic rutting. Isabelle eavesdropped.
Morning: Jean’s tongue woke me. ‘Oh, Gilles!’ Slipped. Confession poured: fear, refuge, surrender, bliss.
He pondered. No rage. Routine sex ours reignited fiercer. Her new oral gifts. Vacations deepened bond. Left pre-return. Time healed.
