Winter on the Côte d’Azur. My six-month training gig here was my escape hatch from heartbreak. Dragged my beat-up suitcase into the Campanile hotel months ago, swiped the magnetic keycard daily, ignored the hum of airport shuttles nearby. Anonymous spot. No one knew me. I was done with men, sex, makeup. Frumpy sweats, messy ponytail, flats. Buried in work. Topped the course. Last class: empty room. Just Roger and René, two fortysomething profs. Nerdy names, nerdy vibes. Balding Roger with his walrus mustache, hairy paws. Slim René, white hair, runner’s build. Harmless dads. They pitied my solitude. ‘Dinner?’ Yeah, why not. First time off in months.
Ditched the drab. Hair salon: blonde streaks on my light brown. Esthetician: Lancôme Trésor spritzed on. Snagged a skin-tight apricot dress, peach-soft fabric hugging hips then flaring mid-thigh. Shiny tobacco dim-up stockings. No bra, no panties. Beige suede heels swapped for sneakers. Back at Campanile, soaked in bubbly bath. Mirrored myself: perky small tits free, saucy mouth glossed red, bubbly ass impossible to hide. Rushed. Thirty minutes late. Fur coat to ankles. External stairs crunch under heels. Their ancient Renault Nevada idles in parking lot. They gawk, don’t recognize me. Laughing, I slide in back. Provence rosé at the pizzeria next door. Paternal chit-chat. Tiramisu flop. Then, sad disco beside it. Gin fizzes hit hard. No booze in six months. Solo dance sweat. Eyes on me now. Slow with Roger: dad-style, till thighs grind, his paws hunt panty lines on my ass through wet fabric. Toilets for René: bolder grip, thigh rubs electric.
The Stopover
Club shuts. Cold night bites. Backseat blues hit. ‘Up to my room? Hall’s locked.’ They trail up external stairs. Keycard beeps. Narrow room, city lights flicker through thin curtains. Corridor echoes faint snores. They perch on bed. Piss break: hike dress, hot stream splashes loud. They hear. Fingers linger wiping pussy. Slick gush. Nipples poke fabric. Back out, femelle heat raging. Hike dress slow: stockings gleam, bush triangle, bare tits. Dress pools. Crawl between them. Kiss René deep. Then Roger: mustache tickles, thick tongue floods mouth. His shirt rips open, hairy chest. Hand dives: fat gut, thick short cock strains zipper. Straddle him. Guide fat head to dripping slit. Slides in easy, stretches walls. Ride hard, moans echo off walls.
René sulks. ‘Fuck my ass too.’ He fumbles nude. I grab his slim long dick, spread cheeks. He rams raw. Burn rips, then yields. Double stuffed. René pistons ass, shoves me onto Roger’s girth. Pussy clenches, ass milks. Savage howls. Blackout orgasm. Wake late, solo. Thighs crusted cum, ass throbs raw. Did they breed me? Mystery. Shower hasty. Pack suitcase zip. Keycard drop at desk, engine roars away. Riviera fades in mirror. Reborn slut, transit memory sears.