Camper Van Frenzy: I Rimmed a Stranger and Swallowed His Load on Our First Ride

Ten years back, UCPA sailing camp. Sunny beach, dériveurs ready. My papers stolen, found far off. Gendarmerie summons. No time for buses, three changes, endless waits. Spot Fabrice. Sporty 50s guy, ex-hippie vibe, rock n roll eyes. His camper van parked nearby. Been teasing the guys all week. Looks, brushes, dirty hints. They all hard for me. Tall blonde, green eyes, plump ass, full lips. I knew they jerked to me nights. Phone buzzes in my pocket—friends texting, ‘Where you at?’ Ignore it. Days of this camp flirt, blood boiling. Time to pick. Him. Stride over in jean mini, white bustier hugging my perky tits, navel out. His eyes devour. ‘Fabrice, drive me to S…? Quick favor.’ He grins, heart pounding I bet. ‘Hell yeah.’ Others glare, jealous. We hop in. Engine roars. Like lovers fleeing. I’m loose, chatty, leg brushing his. ‘Nice truck. You lure girls here often?’ Eye the bed behind. ‘Big bad wolf gonna eat me?’ Lean in. ‘Fuck yes, starving.’ Road twists. No pull-off easy. My head on his shoulder. Hand on thigh. Perfume hits him—musky vanilla, intoxicating up close. He stiffens. Huge bulge. Breathe fast. ‘You want me?’ Voice husky. Fingers creep up. Nails carmine red, matching lips. Graze his 501 zipper. He swerves into dirt path. Stops. I grab his cock through jeans. Full kiss, tongue out. Unbutton. Lycra underneath strains. Monster: 20cm, thick, veiny, purple head leaking. Griffe softly from balls up. He groans. I lick that shiny tip. Tongue probes slit, spreads it. ‘Fuck, slut, your whore tongue drives me nuts.’ ‘Mmm, tasty big head keeps oozing, I lap like a pig.’