Two hours out of Lyon. I’m shotgun in our Peugeot 407. Guillaume drives. Celine Dion’s ‘My Heart Will Go On’ fills the air. Memories flood—tears from Titanic. But my bladder’s screaming. ‘Pull over. Need to pee.’ He grins. Spots a forest edge. Parks by a dirt path. Grabs tissues. I bolt out. Nature hits: wind in oaks, birds screeching. ‘Come with me.’ He jokes about satyrs. We hike the trail. My hips sway. Short skirt hugs my firm ass—swimming, jogging, MTB keep me tight. Two kids, still melons up top, flat belly, powerful thighs that lock him in during climax.
Path ends at old stone porch. Ruined estate ahead. I spot a mossy trail. Follow it. Massive oak. Perfect love spot—condom wrapper confirms. Glance around. Hike skirt. Spread legs wide. Yank lace panties aside. Golden stream jets out. Power surge. Standing like a man. He stares, stunned. First time seeing this. I wipe my bushy slit. He kneels. ‘Let me.’ Shocked, I hand tissue. His fingers graze labia. Gentle. Then clit. Heat explodes. Fear mixes thrill—anyone could see. But I crave it. He spreads me. Pink flesh gleams. Tongue dives in. Urine tang, pussy spice. I protest weakly. ‘Crazy… someone might come.’ Hands push his head. But weaker. Nature’s symphony amps adrenaline. Clit throbs. Finger teases ass. I’m lost. Waves build. Ghostly woman in veil smiles from bushes. I shatter. Scream rips air. Birds flee. Squirt floods his face—I’m a fountain. Legs buckle. Grip his hair. Pure power unleashed.
The Mutation: Dropping the Mask
He laps remnants. I shove him off. Panties soaked. Ditch them. Wipe with them. Skirt down. Kiss him. ‘Incredible.’ Feel his bulge. ‘Poor baby.’ Unzip. Free his thick stub. Not porn-star long, but perfect. Stroke slow. Worship it. He hikes my skirt. Kneads bare ass. Finger probes wet crack. Slides in anus. I suck him deep. Rhythm syncs—his finger fucks my ass, my mouth his cock. Birds watch. Kids’ laughter echoes. Panic. Spit him out. Skirt down. He zips. ‘So close!’ ‘Car. I’ll finish.’ Arm around waist. Hand slips under skirt. Fingers reclaim ass. We walk. Meet hikers—smirks. Finger deep. I moan. Escape it. Grind on his hardness. ‘Fuck me. Now.’ Passionate kiss. Love reignited. Back to car. Buckle in. Desire rages. Klaxon blares.