Red Confession: Stranger’s Raw Fuck in Nudist Beach Van

Our van squats on the nudist beach lot. Hot summer air thickens. Days of watching him circle. Black car prowls nightly. Heart races. What does he hunt? Tonight, we bait. Aperitif burns throats, fires imaginations. Antoine commands. ‘Play coy, baby.’ Blue frilly dress hugs me. Short. Buttons beg to pop. White cotton panties peek. Straw hat shades my flush. Stool by open door. Legs splayed wide. Skirt hiked. Pussy exposed to path. Blush scorches cheeks. But wetness betrays. Glass clinks. He rolls in slow. Eyes lock. Antoine pins thighs open. White panty flashes. Car crawls. Almost stops. Accelerates away. ‘Not a couple,’ Antoine grins. Kisses deep. Unbuttons top. Breasts swell near bare. Hand dives under cotton. ‘Soaked already.’ Finger parts slick lips. He returns. Slow pass. Finger plunges my creamy slit. Car halts. Parks close. Pivot me. Antoine kneels. Tongue laps open folds. Door slams. Footsteps near. ‘Evening,’ I whisper. ‘Join us?’ Antoine offers whiskey. Claude eyes my spread. ‘Beautiful view.’ Legs reopen. Finger stirs honey pot. Blush deepens. He touches shoulders. Fingers trace cleavage. Nipples harden. Dress falls open. Firm tits glow in sunset. Heart hammers. Desire surges red.