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© Copyright 2000 Shadow

My story dates back to last August when I was on holiday in the South of France. This is where and when I met Chantelle who is an absolutely gorgeous local with an amazingly beautiful body. My name is Paul, and it was last July and I’d been looking forward to this holiday for weeks. I was staying on a campsite near Valas-Plage and my friend Graham and I had been down to the local hyper-market to get some provisions in for a planned B-B-Q that evening on the beach. There was also a good mixture of wines and mixers in there too as well as the usual provisions.

It was in this hyper-market that got talking to Chantelle who was serving at the checkout. Although French, her English was fairly good and from looking at our shopping she was asking me where we was having our B-B-Q. I mentioned that I didn’t know the area very good and I was just going to try and find a decent place on the beach. She suggested a quiet area she knows in the sand dunes, which she quickly, on a piece of paper sketched out how to find it. Half joking I recommended that her and a friend join us later to help us demolish our cooking and of course the wines.

I thought not much else of this until later that evening around ten, sort of time, just after we had eaten when I saw two real lovely’s heading in our direction across the beach. It was of course Chantelle and her work mate, Claudette who she had brought along. I fetched a bottle of wine from the cool box and poured them a glass of wine each. Chantelle was a 5’9" brunette and was at least a 36B and had a fab figure. Claudette was a Blonde of 5’6" and was maybe a little smaller on top, though I do remember her having an amazing backside.

After about an hour the girls were getting a little tipsy and Claudette said she wanted to get her portable stereo from her car for some music and Graham went with her so she wasn’t alone. That’s the last we saw of them for the evening!

I was chatting with Chantelle when I couldn’t help noticing she had her legs slightly apart sitting on the sand and was flashing me her skimpy bikini bottoms from beneath her sarong. This was beginning to have quite an effect on me and she noticed this by my shorts. I leaned over to Chantelle to pour her another glass of wine but she took the bottle out of my hand and kissed me. We had the most amazing, full on kissing session that you could ever dream of. She slipped her hand into my shorts and grasped my tool and gently "finished" me off, whilst I pulled her Bikini top up and fondled in turn on those wonderfully firm breasts. She had a very attractive accent and whispered in my ear that we should take a stroll into the dunes. I enjoyed walking behind her as watching her pert cute bum was quite a turn on as it wiggled with each step.

Chantelle and I had literally only got round the corner as she turned round and yanked my shorts down, fell to her knees and took my tool within her mouth. With her head bobbing up and down and back and forth I could feel my sac starting to throb, and it wasn’t long before I unloaded my love seeds deep into her throat whilst gasping the night air. She swallowed the lot and promptly stood up and used her hands to caress my tool. We kissed and I eagerly wrapped my hands round that cute backside pulling up her short sarong as I did so, I slipped my hands inside her bikini to feel the deliciously moist inner thighs, which I’m sure, was in need of some loving. I quickly slid two fingers inside and she gasped for breath, not needing any encouragement I glided them in and out as she moaned and got wetter and wetter. I laid her on the beach and kissed her lips and explored her wonderful, natural crevices. I slid her bikini down to her ankles and I eagerly let my adventurous tongue wander over her inner thighs and began to savour her juices, and oh, that delicious taste.

She was groaning and loving every second of it. It was only then that Chantelle made a move by asking me to lie on my back. "I want to ride you," she whispered in her gorgeous accent. Not needing to be asked twice, I let Chantelle take the lead and I rolled onto my back on the sand. She straddled me and went down to her knees feeding my throbbing manhood into her sopping wet tunnel as she lowered herself. She was such a turn on that this one move made us both gasp. And this in itself, was a real turn on.

© Copyright 2000 Paul