It started like a movie scene. Me cruising the cliffside road overlooking the sea in my bright yellow convertible. Sun blazing, breeze whipping my face. Heading home to dive into the pool after village shopping. Then, after the third bend, a weird shape on the roadside. A big light canvas sack. Closer, it morphed into a tall, thin figure slumped over a backpack, face buried in hands, under a wide white leather hat and dusty cowboy duster.
I passed by. Never pick up hitchhikers. But fifty meters on, I stopped. Couldn’t leave the kid stranded. Thought of Wak, my husband, lost in the wild—he’d hate that. Heart tugged. Skin prickled with that stupid maternal pull. Backed up on foot. Called out. She lifted her head. Long, fine hands. Dragged her massive pack. Duster opened—girl, not boy. Shaved head gleaming, flawless skin, white short shorts hugging firm ass, tank top clinging to small perky tits. Legs endless, Mephisto boots. Eerie beauty, grey eyes behind rimless glasses. No smile.
The Fever
Loaded the pack—heavy as hell. She slid in. ‘Thanks, ma’am.’ Soft American accent. Dropped her at the junction? Nah. Previous driver tried to force her— she twisted his balls like a corkscrew. Laughed. Atmosphere cracked open. Heat built. Invited her home. Pool, shower, call parents. She stretched in the car, feet on dash, hands flat on thighs, thumb grazing her mound absentmindedly. Pulse quickened. Mine too.
Poolside. Swimsuits dripping. Chilled grapefruit juice. Talk flowed—Dante quotes, family of twelve, virgin at twenty. Hands on thighs again, nail circling. Nipples hardened. Pinto left. Night fell. Silk robes matched. Stars out. She caressed openly. I mirrored. Fingers slipped under silk—no panties. Heart hammered. Climax hit eyes locked. Hands joined, slick fingers trembling.
Spy hole later. Watched her strip, examine body, gym, then masturbate furiously—fingers in pussy, thumb in ass. Waves of spasms. I matched, soaking the chair. Heart raced, skin aflame.
The Bonfire
Morning market romp. Back home. Topless by pool. She licked my bushy pussy from the water. Tongue deep, lips sucking. Legs spread, gripping edge. Trembled but held. Slid in—lost bet. Shower cooled me, barely.
Phone rang. Wak. Naked on bed. She sneaked in, speaker on. Mimicked his voice commands. Her hands, lips, tongue everywhere. Sucked tits, navel, clit. Flipped me, rimmed ass. Sixty-nine frenzy—sucking her bald pearl slit, finger-fucking anus. Exploded together. He heard cries, thought his doing.
Laughter. Pinto knocked—dinner cold. Stayed tangled till dawn. Skin scorching, hearts synced in primal rhythm.