Unlocking My Private Locker: Raw Fuck with the Waiter

I unlock my Private Locker. This secret burned inside too long. That sweltering June afternoon. Office empty. I bolt home early. Underground parking chills my skin. Apartment upstairs? Steamy oven. Quick de-maq. Shower calls. Lukewarm jets soothe. Anna’s watery games flash back. Bladder half-full. I let a hot trickle go anyway. Clit throbs instantly. Hard. Demanding.

Dry off. Full mirror scan. Curves I adore. Five hundred grams lighter? Barely notice. Plump ass? Comfy throne. Nude all afternoon. Love it more alone now. Pour Erdinger Weissbier. Crisp. Tangy. Terrace sun blasts. Lean on railing. Picture him across the Seine. Binoculars glued. Stroking his cock to my naked body. Exhibitionist pulse races. Mine.

Opening the Floodgates

Sunscreen bottle. Huge towel on lounger. Lather up slow. Breasts first. Nipples stiffen under fingers. Right one’s bigger. Always was. Pinch. Stretch. Suck it quick. Shivers hit. Belly soft. Pubis smooth from Carole’s wax. Clit peeks proud. ‘Little dick,’ Alain called it. Coat it anyway. Thighs part. Auto-pilot. Lips swell. Juice slicks my crack. Pinch clit hood. Pull it out. Waves crash. Spasms buck me. Fingers slip inside. Full. Not orgasm full. Just filled.

Phone buzzes. Ignore. Flip prone. Ass up for sun. Careful, no cream there. Doze hits. Doorbell jars. Wrap towel sloppy. Peephole: Mireille, neighbor. Open wide. ‘Going away?’ She grins. Invite in. Nip slip. We laugh. Past terrace tans bond us. Juice oranges. She returns in ancient robe. Drops it. Naked. Folds everywhere. ‘Don’t stare. Not fresh anymore.’ Superb anyway.

‘Never slim down, Maud.’ Firm tone. Lost eighteen kilos. Regrets it. Skin sags. Turns me. Eyes my ass. ‘Yours huge. Never that big.’ Laughter. I prone again. She grabs lotion. Straddles my ass. Soft cheeks on mine. Massage deep. Shoulders knead. Spine unlocks. ‘Tight. Tutoyer ok?’ Yes. Fesses gripped hard. Thighs. Legs. Flip. She on belly now. Eyes shut. Her saggy tits swing. Pierced scars. Bushless cunt wide. Pee hole winks. Clit hooded.

Skips my tits. Hard peaks ignored. Belly. Pubis edge. Notes clit. ‘Gorgeous. Only saw bigger on roided daughter.’ Laugh. ‘Big ass, big clit!’ Bond instant. She off to Balearics. Painter lesbo daughter. Model bait. ‘Come pose nude?’ Blurt yes. Numbers swap. Nude hall kiss. Gone.

Deep in the Heat

Anna’s voicemail: Weekend ocean escape. Chouchou too. TGV tomorrow. Hesitate. Call back. Yes. Shower again. Sticky cream. Guinguette hunger. Tee no bra. Long skirt. Bare below. Nipples poke fabric. Free swing thrills.

Alex seats me. Eyes devour tits. Ass sway noted? Flirt heavy. Ravioles rich. ‘Won’t help hips.’ ‘Better for it.’ Heat floods. Pussy wets skirt risk. Tarte follows. Bill time: ‘Upstairs Eiffel view?’ Yes. Stairs dark. Neck kiss. Shoulders gripped. Hands cup tits through shirt. Under. Pinch peaks. Pain sweet. Spin. Movie kiss. Shirt off. His off. Sparse hair. Good.

Sucks nipple. Fesses mauled. ‘Knew no panties.’ Cock hard against me. Through pants. ‘Strip.’ He does. Long. Straight. Gland gleams pre-cum. ‘Turn.’ ‘What an ass.’ Pure lust. Divan. Grip his shaft. Silky steel. ‘No pill.’ ‘No rubber.’ Suck deep. Sixty-nine drop. Tongue invades. Pussy floods. Clit sucked. Ass rimmed. Fingers plunge. Three vag. Thumb ass. Cum screams out.

He jets thick ropes. Swallow all. Compact spurts. More than Alain. Stand. Soft smile. ‘Had to happen.’ ‘Once only. No regrets.’ Dress quick. Wipe pussy. Pay fair. Home dash. Terrace breeze. No Eiffel. Bed calls. Fingers clit again. Quick cum. Sleep deep. Locker seals. Light. Free.