Sun filters through pine branches. Sweat clings to my skin. I’m Chantal, forty-one, alone in the hills near Cannes. Legs ache from the climb. Found this clearing. Perfect spot. Talus shields the wind. View of the sea. No one around. Kicked off sneakers. Peeled jeans. T-shirt sticks like glue. Bra digs in. Panties soaked. Alone, why not? Hung t-shirt to dry. Slipped off bra. Hesitated on panties. Pulled them down just enough. Lay back on jeans. Needles prick ass. Breeze cools pussy. Doze off.
Bladder screams. Damn morning tea. Squat behind bush. Panties at knees. Knees spread. Piss streams out. Relief. Hot piss splashes dirt. Eyes closed. Footsteps? No. Then cough. ‘Bonjour!’ Eyes snap open. Woman faces me. Dark hair, tanned. Grinning. Staring at my spread pussy. Jet still arcing. Face burns. ‘Sorry to surprise you. Don’t stop.’ She squats too. No panties under shorts. Fingers part lips. Her piss hisses opposite mine. Eyes lock. ‘Colette.’ ‘Chantal.’ Laugh bubbles up. Nervous. Her short soaks. Mine drips. Equal now.
The Fortuitous Contact
She stands. Unbuttons blouse. Tits bounce free. Firm, dark nipples. ‘Your turn?’ I rise. Hands cover tits. Forgot bra back there. Wet fingers mark skin. She grabs arm. Steady. Squeeze out panties. Drip. Naked. Both bare. Inspect each other. Her bush thick, wet. My fuller hips, sagging tits. Pink nipples hard. She steps close. Hands in mine. Arms stretch. Bodies appraised. ‘Desirable,’ she whispers. Heat floods me. Pull her in. Lips meet. Tongues tangle. Tits crush. Thighs slick with pee rub.
Indiscretion in the Clearing
Rustle in bushes. Distant voices? Hikers? Freeze. Hearts pound. No one. Giggle. ‘Clean up?’ Her tongue flicks lips. I nod. Drop to knees. Pine needles stab. Her pussy close. Smells musky, salty. Pee beads on lips. Tongue laps. Salty tang. She moans soft. Hands in hair. ‘Quiet,’ I hiss. Lick folds. Clit swells. Suck gentle. Her thighs quake. Twigs crack nearby? Stop. Listen. Wind only. Resume. Finger slides in. Wet heat grips. She bucks. ‘Fuck.’ Whisper. My turn. She kneels. Tongue dives. Broad strokes. Nibbles clit. Fingers probe ass. Edge builds. Voices again? Closer? Gasp. Cum shudders through. Bite lip. Muffle cry.
She cums too. Face in pussy. Trembles. Pant. Dress quick. Clothes damp. T-shirts cling. Jeans rough. Sneakers on. Kiss last. ‘Secret.’ Nod. Part ways. Path down. Heart hammers. Footsteps ahead. Old couple nods. Smile tight. Do they smell sex? Piss? Sweat? Home. Door shuts. Lean against. Pulse races. Fingers to nose. Her scent lingers. Grin. Tomorrow’s hike?