Swiped the magnetic keycard at our anonymous transit hotel on Île d’Oléron. Beep. Door clicks. Sterile room, sea view through pines. Unpacked light suitcases: bikinis, lube stash, bike locks. No one knows us here. Annual two-week stopover. Urgency of ferry home amps the thrill.
Morning beach after swim. Towel cabin around Léa. She peels off bikini. Heavy tits sway. Round ass flexes. Bush barely hides plump pussy lips. Love that raw look. No shaved bullshit.
The Stopover
Digs in beach bag. ‘Honey! Forgot my panties!’ Fantasy jackpot. Not planned, but fuck yes. Cock throbs in boxer shorts.
‘No worries,’ I murmur. Opaque sundress. Quick bike ride back. Light breeze. Hand in hand, off the sand. Bulge obscene. She spots it at bikes. ‘Me doing that?’ Blushes.
Crush lips to hers. Hand dives under dress. Pussy drenched. Voices nearby. Teens laughing. Car engine. Shit. Pedal hard. Record speed to hotel.
Rip dress off. Bed. Legs splay. Cock rams sopping cunt. Pound savage. She growls, ‘Love your cock! Cum fast!’ Climax hits her. I flood her pussy.
Shower. Lunch: fresh salad, fried cockles, creamy cheese, wild strawberries. She struts in red-white dress. No bra. No panties. Sneaky smile.
Coffee on lounge chairs. Legs hiked. Sun rays light her pussy slit. Bulge strains bermuda. ‘Your knife?’ Teases. Grabs cock. ‘Too big for pen.’ Drag to room.
The Transit
Afternoon heat builds. Strip naked. Fingers probe wet folds. Tongue laps tits, ass crack, swollen clit. She begs, ‘Eat my fucking pussy!’ Devour till she squirts, screaming.
Lube toys from bedside case. Thin dildo slides ass. Thick vibe fills cunt. Buzz on high. She thrashes, pinches nipples, spreads wide. Epic orgasm rips her.
Straddles me. Sinks on cock. ‘Better than vibrating plastic.’ Slick heat grips. She bounces wild. Flip her. Slow grind, hold back with mind tricks. ‘Fill your slut!’ Explode deep.
Nap. Shared shower caresses. Evening bike coastal path. Sweat-soaked cuissards. Bench stop. Convince her: more no-panties days. ‘Your call when.’ Agrees.
Home shower. Chilled tomato soup, pork roast, port sorbets. Street duo: accordion, sultry singer. Waltz her. Hand slips under black linen dress. Bare skin. No fabric barrier.
Beach detour. Park in dark pines. Keycard tossed later. Moonlit stroll. Hands roam ass, pussy. Blockhaus shadow. Nude midnight dip. Float-fuck in waves. Legs wrap. Thrust to mutual roar.
Stars on terrace. Her hand in mine. ‘Overdid it today?’ ‘Multiplied bliss.’ Ferry tomorrow. Keycard return. This carnal parenthesis lingers.