Normandy beaches, east of D-Day landings. First school holiday weekend, early July, pre-COVID. Camping with friends, kids everywhere. Two couples: Laëtitia-Jérôme, Stéphanie-Sylvain, each with two brats. Sandra, married, solo with her two, hubby away. Me, Paul, single for a decade.
I arrive first Friday. Set up tents, logistics. Hot summer day. Casual clothes. Laëtitia bends, her tiny tits peek out. Flat chest, nipples like buttons. I smirk. This weekend’s gonna sizzle.
The Fever
Friends roll in. Aperitif, dinner, plans. Fitful sleep on thin mat, tent thin as paper.
Morning. Laëtitia and Jérôme fetch fresh bread. Merville Battery visit for D-Day history. Duty to the fallen.
Sandra sticks to me. Khaki short, short. Legs long, toned. Ass fills it perfect. She brushes close. Arms touch. Shoulders graze. She doesn’t pull away. Familiar tease.
Dark son-et-lumière show. Night combat reenactment. I lean on wall, tall enough. Sandra ahead, kids in front. Lights out. She backs up. Ass presses my crotch. Half-step. Full rub now. I harden. Awkward. Hand on her hip to stop. She giggles, grinds more.
Escape last. C47 cockpit. Tight space. Her small tits squash my back. Teasing excuse: gotta see. Pleasant friction. Heart races.
Afternoon kite-surfing. Perfect tide, wind. Beach time. I swim quick, guard gear. Dry off, lotion up. Sandra in bikini, stunning. ‘Cream my back, Paul?’ Eyes sparkle. ‘Ask a girlfriend?’ ‘No.’ Her skin smooth, curves hypnotic. Hands glide.
Sunset beach solo. She sits close. Shivers, teeth chatter. Lend hoodie. Hood up, rub arms, back. Hug tight. Big cheek kiss, forehead.
Kids bed late. 11:30 shower. Mixed block. Sandra joins, brushes teeth beside. I enter stall. Foot blocks door. ‘Share gel, towel?’ ‘One at a time.’ ‘Together. Save time.’ Pushes in, locks.
She strips. ‘No shower in panties.’ Me too. Naked. Her body: small tits, tiny areolas, hard nips. Pencil-strip pubes over slit.
Hot water. Soap separate. Tense. I turn, cock stiffens. She presses front. Soaps chest, sides. Back, ass. Kneels, legs. Hand slips: balls, cock. Pulls foreskin, strokes.
I soap her back. Belly, arms, tits. Kneel: legs, ass cheeks spread, rim soapy. Pubes. She bends. Tongue dives pussy, thrusts. Then anus. ‘First time… good!’ Circle, flat, probe.
The Blaze
Stand. Cock between thighs. Hand forward, rubs slit. She jerks me, soapy glide heaven.
Turns, kneels. ‘Suck like a queen.’ Licks shaft, swirls head. Nearly cum. Stands, bends. Cock at pussy. Wrong hole? No—ass. Slides in easy. Virgin tight? Shocked. ‘Stay?’ ‘Yes, full. Tight ring.’ Slow thrusts. Fingers clit, tit. Daughter calls: ‘Mom?’
Freeze. I wilt, pop out. She laughs soft. Wake sweating. 3 AM. Piss break.
Sandra there, eyes wild. ‘Heard your zip. Hot dream.’ Pushes to sink stall. ‘Not toilet.’ Naked quick. Hoodie unzips: tits bare. Guides my hand. Kiss hungry.
Kiss everywhere. She perches sink. Kneel: tongue pussy, suck clit, finger. Pinch nips. She tenses, bites fist, cums silent.
Her turn. Kneels. Licks underside, swirls, sucks deep. Hand-job tongue torture. Stops edge.
Bends over sink. Ass perfect. Spread, tongue pussy, rim. ‘Dreamed this. First.’ Finger ass, pussy pinch. Tongue-finger mix. Cums again.
Lifts legs. Kiss wild. Cock slips pussy. Fucks hard. ‘Anal?’ ‘Fantasy. Like dream.’ We synced.
Rim more, prep. She guides cock to ass. Millimeter push. Kisses devour. Rhythm builds. Balls fondle, clit rub. Her juice lubes. Pulse throbs.
‘Can’t hold.’ Hug tight, tongue deep. Shivers hit. Explode jets deep in ass. She contracts, expels laughing. ‘Better than dream.’
Dawn. Emerge tousled. Dream? Her smile says no. Close all weekend. Brushes, flashes skin. Shoulder rubs public. Tease.
Later, with hubby, asks weekend fun? Eyes gleam. Perverse spark. Yes, repeat. COVID blocks. Heat lingers.