Heart racing as we pull into the hidden clearing in Mormal Forest. Thibault kills the engine. His Yamaha 900 hums to a stop. I’m still straddling the wet leather seat, no panties, my pussy slick from vibrations and that narrow path scare. Jupe rolled up under my jacket, thighs spread wide. He stands before me, bulge tenting his pants. Spanish blood, he says. Heat floods my core. Pulse hammers in my ears. Skin prickles, nipples harden against lace. I know what’s coming. Like Cambrai. But hungrier. He eyes my glistening slit. ‘All shiny and open,’ he growls. Breath catches. Thighs tremble. Desire coils tight, a serpent ready to strike. I shift forward. He wipes the seat behind me. Then dives in.
His tongue hits my folds like fire. Hot, wet laps. Heart slams chest. I arch back, feet on handlebars. Pussy exposed, self-serve. He devours. Sucks clit. Tongue fucks deep. Juices flow. Waves build fast. Faster than with hubby. Skin burns. Sweat beads. Fingers grip leather. Moans rip out. ‘Oooh yes!’ Body quakes. He senses it. Doubles down. Flicks merciless. Orgasm crashes. Tsunami. I shatter. Scream echoes trees. Stars burst. Pussy spasms, flooding his mouth. Legs lock his head. Pure blaze.
The Fever
Still buzzing, I sit up. Zipper low, tits spilling. His cock strains harder. ‘Specialty from Spain,’ he hints. I get it. Smile wicked. On the fallen log, skirt down for ass, top open. Tits thrust out. Arms back. Inviting. He strokes. Thick shaft, perfect size. Eyes devour my chest. Heart still races. Pussy throbs afterglow. Urgency grips him. Grunts build. First rope hits nipple. Hot. Thick. Splashes skin. More jets. Coating both tits. Warm rivers trickle. Never so much. Valorizing. Hubby never this wild. He wipes tip on erect nipples. Gland smears cum over areolas. I let him. Tingles shoot straight to core. Skin glows sticky. Forbidden rush.
Embers smolder. He hands wipes. I clean slow. His gaze burns. Tits spotless, but heat lingers. Chest heaves. Skin flushed. We dress. Jupe down, but pussy remembers seat’s slick. Back on bike. He teases Lens next. My nose twitches, betraying want. Ride home jolts revive sparks. Parking lot kiss goodbye. ‘My pretty one.’ Flattered. Scared. Hubby’s clueless. But this fire… addictive. Skin still hums. Heart whispers: more. Vanessa’s trap? Maybe. Worth it. Total. Devouring. Dangerous.