Checked into the beachfront hotel in La Baule for my layover. Keycard beeped open room 214. Suitcase thumped on the rack. City hum outside, sea view through sheer curtains. Slipped into bikini. Beach five minutes away. Kids played far off in the sand. Felt anonymous here, no one knew me. Young guy nearby, early 20s, eyes locked on my tits. Heat flushed my skin. Not the sun. I met his gaze. Held it. Oiled my breasts slow, fingers circling nipples till they poked hard. He stared, bulge growing in his trunks. Imagined him sucking them, hand in my bikini bottom, cock slamming me. Pussy soaked. Panicked, called kids. Rushed back to hotel. Corridor echoes, door clicked shut. That night, spread on crisp sheets, fingered deep. Replayed his stare. Came hard, shaking. What if orgasm shifted my IUD? Paranoia hit. Booked doctor next morning.
Waiting room felt like airport lounge. Sterile chairs, AC hum. T-shirt clung, no bra, nipples outlined. Short pleated skirt showed tanned thighs. Doctor entered, 60s, paunchy, bearded, like my husband but lewder. Eyed my wedding ring. ‘IUD might’ve moved.’ He grinned. ‘Vacation flings?’ Denied it. But he knew. ‘Intent counts.’ Told me keep top on, drop skirt and panties. Lay on exam table, legs spread wide. Pussy exposed, trimmed triangle. His fat fingers probed. ‘Imagine him touching you.’ I did. Beach boy’s cock instead. He massaged belly, then tits under shirt. Pinched nipples. Slid two fingers in my wet slit. Hit G-spot perfect. Moaned loud. Waves built, blacked out in bliss. Woke to his wrinkled dick out, musky smell. ‘Suck it for him.’ Closed eyes, pictured young stud. Bobbed, hand pumping. He groaned, spurted thick cum down my throat. Swallowed, guilty thrill. Left obsessed, his taste lingering.
The Stopover
Searched beaches daily. No sign. Husband arrived, joined family. Hotel restaurant that night. Menu in hand, looked up. Waiter – him! Dark eyes devoured me. Stole glances while hubby talked. Dessert time, his hand brushed thigh under tablecloth. Slipped note: ‘Toilets, 5 min.’ Heart raced. Excused to bathroom. Down dim stairs, men’s room. Key turned lock. Pulled dress to waist. He yanked panties down. Dropped his, thick cock sprang hard. Kneeled, sucked greedy. Salty pre-cum, veins pulsing. He lifted me to sink counter. Legs over shoulders. Thrust in deep. Fucked hard, raw. G-spot hammered. Eyes locked, no blink. Tongues tangled. Came together, his hot load flooding me. Pulled out, cum dripped. Dressed quick. Corridor buzzed past. Back at table, served coffee cool. Hubby grabbed earring from waiter’s pocket – the one he’d gifted me, lost in frenzy. Blushed crimson under both stares.
Morning checkout. Handed keycard over. Suitcase zipped. Shuttle to airport. Plane roared off. Body still hummed. That glance started it. Stopover seared forever.