Yonk
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Lovely story! Thanks for that!On taking the opportunity - a holiday tale
Scene: a villa in France last summer in 'wine country', surrounded by vineyards. It's so, so hot, the temperatures in the mid thirties Celsius (that's 90 F for those in 'old money'). The villa is attached to the owners' property, they are wine makers, tending the vines, with the villa as a sideline. In fact they are not in residence this week, but their son, a pleasant, engaging lad in his early twenties, is discreetly around.
We're here with another couple, relatives, enjoying a relaxed week in the glorious weather, in and out of the lovely pool, long lunches with plenty of wine, reading, chatting, evenings barbecuing in the beautiful courtyard.
One afternoon my man and I hatch a plot to wait until after the others have gone to bed and then sneak out to the poolside to fuck. The evening comes, a convivial dinner, wine, laughter, conversation, and, over our side of the table at least, an almost palpable air of tension. I'm wearing just a simple thin cotton frock, slightly above the knee, no panties. And I'm already wet like you wouldn't believe. I can't even look at him. I know he knows...
It gets darker, although this being summer, after a clear sunny day and with a near full moon, it's almost like twilight still at 10:30. Finally, finally the others go in ("You go up, we'll clear up and stack the dishwasher, don't worry..."), and we can begin. Chores complete, we sneak quietly round to the poolside, overlooked by the owner's part of the house rather than our villa, and head for one of the loungers under a little vine-covered pergola in the corner.
It's just beautiful, the sky full of stars and the bright, bright moon. I take off my frock in one move, lie back on the lounger and part my legs for his head. He's as astonished as I am by just how much honey there is already, and I can barely keep my moans to a low volume as he finds my engorged clit with his tongue. It's so good, after the day's anticipation and the building tension of the evening, and I cum really fast.
We swap positions, and it's my turn to be astonished at how wet he is. Hands first, he's so slippery I can run my fingers up and down his shaft easily, making a 'O' and sliding it down over his head to elicit an involuntary low growl. Then my mouth, tasting the precum, he's so close already I have to be careful not to bring things to an early conclusion
He's loving it, but it's getting too much, and so I break off to let him come down a little. He bends me over the back of another lounger and begins to spank me lightly with his hand. We're further out in the open poolside now, and when I look up I see the shuttered windows of the owners' house overlooking us. It occurs to me that their son might hear us and look out to see what's happening, and I find that I love this thought. He spanks me harder at my urging, putting his fingers inside me, and I'm getting kind of loud now, but I don't care.
I cum again, and collapse a little, and we lie briefly together on the lounger. Then I mount him, riding him hard, my fingers working at the join of our bodies, and we cum, practically together, my waves taking him finally over the edge. We lie entwined for a while, murmuring, looking at the stars, savouring the sensations.
And then we scuttle back inside and sleep the sleep of the just after...
Next morning:
"Did you stay up long?"...
..."No, just a quick stroll to look at the stars"
I think I was still glowing...
