My name’s Tamara, and I want to share what happened during my summer break at my parents’ villa in the south of France. It was the third day of my trip, and I was finally starting to unwind after a grueling semester at university. I was 19, studying veterinary biology, with my future all planned out, becoming a vet, no time for distractions like guys. I’m not arrogant in the slightest, but I know I’m attractive, even at 5 feet 2. Guys often notice me, but I usually brush them off. Sure, I’ve had some clumsy moments with boyfriends in the past, but most of them dumped me when they realised I wasn’t ready to jump into bed. Honestly, they were idiots anyway.

I was floating on a lilo in the pool, soaking up the sun, when I heard noises from the other side of the balustrade. It sounded like someone was hammering or moving stuff, followed by a man and a woman talking. I figured it was my parents’ neighbours, whom I hadn’t met yet. Curious, I slid off the lilo, water dripping off me, and tiptoed over to the edge of the pool area to peek over the balustrade.

As I peered over, I saw a black couple in their forties, chatting away in French with those rolling accents that made everything sound lively. They were putting together what looked like an outdoor barbecue set. The bald guy was huge, like a rugby player. He was tall and broad-shouldered with a deep laugh that echoed as he hefted a heavy slab into place. He was topless, his rich brown skin glistening with sweat under the sun. I had never fancied a black guy before, but I had to admit, he had a nice body, especially for an older man.

The woman beside him was shorter, with a rounded figure that spoke of good meals and easy living, her curves filling out a flowy sundress patterned with bright flowers. She had warm, dark skin and her hair twisted up in a colorful scarf, gesturing animatedly. She handed him screws or whatever they needed. They seemed so in sync, joking back and forth, and for a second, I felt a pang of envy at how comfortable they looked together.

I must've made a noise or something because suddenly they both glanced up, spotting me with friendly waves like I'd just wandered into their backyard party. I waved back awkwardly, and the guy called out in English with a thick accent, "Hello there! You must be Tamara, yes?" The woman smiled widely, nodding encouragingly.

"Hey, yes, that’s me," I called out, leaning over the balustrade. The man stood tall, wiping sweat off his forehead with his arm, and flashed a big grin. "Tamara! So good to meet you at last. I'm Laurent," he said, and pointed to the woman next to him. "This is my wife, Aissata." She smiled brightly, waving once more, and added, "Bonjour, Tamara. We've heard so much about you already."

“Your parents talk about you all the time about how smart you are, studying to help animals." Aissata nodded eagerly, her eyes lighting up. "Yes, they say you're so dedicated. And how pretty you are! We feel like we know you already." They chuckled together, and I felt my cheeks warm, not just from the sun, as the praise sank in.

I fidgeted a bit, looking back at the pool behind me. "That's sweet of them to say. I've only been here a short while, but it's nice meeting you." Laurent set the tool down with a clunk and nodded. "Come visit us soon, Tamara. Your mum and dad join us sometimes for barbecues. We'd love to have you, too." Aissata kept sorting parts, humming softly, her smile never fading as the conversation wrapped me in this unexpected cosiness.

Just as I was about to reply, I heard the patio door slide open behind me, and out stepped my parents, drawn by the voices carrying over the warm air. Mum was in her late forties, with a practical British look. She had short brown hair with a few silver strands, glasses perched on her nose, and a simple sundress over her average build, the kind that screamed comfort over style. Dad trailed behind her, also late forties, with a bit of a paunch from too many pub lunches back home, his thinning hair combed neatly and a polo shirt tucked into khaki shorts. He looked every bit the typical dad, reliable and unassuming, with a quick smile and hands that were always fixing something.

My mum spotted the neighbours and lit up right away. "Laurent! Aissata! I thought I heard familiar voices," she called out, setting the tray down on a nearby table before waving enthusiastically. Jon nodded along, adjusting his glasses as he ambled over to the balustrade beside me. "Afternoon, you two. Building that barbecue finally? Looks like it's coming along nicely." Laurent and Aissata waved back, their faces breaking into even bigger grins, like old friends reuniting after a week apart.

Mum didn't waste any time jumping in with her usual enthusiasm, clapping her hands together like she'd just had the best idea ever. "Why don't we all get together for dinner tonight? We've got plenty of food in the fridge, and it would be lovely to catch up properly." She beamed at them, her eyes sparkling behind her glasses, always the one to turn a casual chat into a full-blown gathering.

Laurent let out a hearty laugh, "Elsa, you are too kind! We would love that. I felt a little flutter in my stomach, nodding with a grin even though part of me wondered if I'd be the odd one out in this grown-up crowd.

Around six, the doorbell rang, and I caught Mum's excited chatter as she let Laurent and Aissata in, her voice all warm and inviting like always when guests arrive. They were early, lugging a bag stuffed with jars of spices and a few bottles of wine that clinked together.

I lingered in my bikini, towel draped over me. "Be back soon," I mumbled, ducking out before they noticed, and headed upstairs. I dug out a pink vest top and some ripped denim shorts from my bag, something casual for the heat. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, straightening my blonde hair and adding a touch of makeup, with just some mascara and lip gloss to look a bit more put together.

When I stepped back into the kitchen, Aissata saw me first, grinning as she cleaned her hands on a towel. "Tamara, you look so nice. Pink suits you!” Then I caught Laurent glancing up, his eyes widening for a split second like he'd seen something surprising, before he quickly looked away with a nod. It threw me off, making me self-conscious all of a sudden. Guys had checked me out before, but his look hit different, sending this weird jolt through me.

As the kitchen wrapped up with everyone grabbing bowls and plates, I hung back a bit, not sure where to plop down, but when Aissata waved me over to the long bench, I ended up right next to Laurent without even thinking about it.

We dug in, plates piled high with grilled chicken, couscous, and veggies drenched in that tangy sauce, laughter bouncing around as stories flew back and forth. Laurent turned to me now and then, asking about uni life with his deep voice rumbling close, that accent making simple questions sound almost intimate. The sun dipped lower, casting everything in a golden haze, and after a few drinks, I kept catching myself glancing at his strong hands gripping the beer bottle, wondering why this older guy next to me was suddenly messing with my head.

As the plates got passed around for seconds, Laurent reached over me to hand Aissata a bowl of that spicy couscous, his big hand brushing lightly against my back. It wasn't just a quick touch; his palm stayed there for a beat longer than it should have, warm through my thin pink vest, sending this unexpected shiver up my spine. I froze mid-bite, my fork hovering, pretending to listen to Mum's story about some market in town, but all I could focus on was how his fingers pressed just a little before pulling away. He didn't say anything about it, just kept chatting with Dad about football or whatever, but I swear I felt his eyes flick to me for a second, like he knew exactly what that did.

As the chatter died down a bit with everyone picking at the last bits of food, Aissata set her fork aside and sighed, rubbing her temple like she was already tired just thinking about it. "I must leave early tomorrow for work again. It’s such a shame, as I was so looking forward to getting to know you more, Tamara," she said, her voice carrying that melodic lilt even when it sounded weary. "Another trip to Paris for meetings. I always have these conferences keeping me on the road."

Mum leaned forward, shaking her head slowly. "Not again, Aissata! You're always away these days; it must be exhausting for you both." Aissata just laughed it off lightly, waving her hand. "It's the job, Elsa. Pays the bills." I sat there quietly, absorbing it all, feeling a strange mix of sympathy for her.

I tilted my head a little, curiosity getting the better of me. "So, what do you do for a living that keeps you traveling so much?" I asked, trying to sound casual while forking at the last of my couscous. She paused with her wine glass halfway to her lips, then set it down with a soft chuckle, her eyes crinkling at the corners like she got that question a lot. "Oh, I'm a consultant for an international aid organisation, mostly focused on education projects in Africa and Europe," she explained, her voice warming up as she talked about it. "We set up programs for schools, train teachers, that sort of thing. It's rewarding, but yes, it means I'm on planes more than I'd like." Laurent nodded along, pride flickering in his smile, and Mum jumped in with an "It always sounds so fascinating!"

The chat flowed on from there, with Aissata sharing a quick story about a recent trip to Senegal, where she'd helped open a new library. Her hands gestured vividly as if she were painting the scene. I listened, genuinely hooked, feeling a bit small with my uni stories compared to her world-hopping adventures, but it made the evening feel bigger somehow.

Aissata leaned back in her chair, swirling her wine with a playful grin, and poked Laurent's arm across the table. "You know you'll miss my cooking the most while I'm gone, won't you? All those lonely nights with just takeout or whatever mess you whip up." She laughed, her eyes sparkling under the patio lights, and everyone chuckled along, including Mum, who nodded like she knew the feeling. Laurent rolled his eyes dramatically, but his smile was wide, that deep rumble in his chest starting up again as he shot back, "Oh, sure, the cooking's great, but I'll miss other things too, you know." He winked at her, his tone all cheeky and loaded, making Aissata swat at him lightly while Dad snorted into his beer. I felt my cheeks heat up at the implication, trying not to read too much into it, but damn, the way he said it sent my mind wandering places it shouldn't, especially with him sitting so close.

The teasing hung in the air for a second, lightening the mood even more as Aissata pretended to be offended, crossing her arms with a fake pout. "Other things, huh? Like my nagging about picking up your socks?" Laurent just shrugged, his knee brushing mine again under the table, accidental or not, it made my pulse skip, and replied, "Nah, more like your warm company at night." They both burst out laughing then, pulling the rest of us in, but I was stuck on how comfortable they were with that flirty banter, like it was second nature. It stirred something envious in me, watching their easy back-and-forth, and I hid behind sipping my drink, wondering if I'd ever have that kind of spark with someone, all while stealing another quick look at Laurent's profile in the dim light.

Aissata's eyes flicked over to me mid-laugh, catching how my face had gone all pink from their flirty exchange, and she tilted her head with a knowing smirk. "Look at you, Tamara, blushing like a schoolgirl over our silly teasing," she said, her voice light and warm, not mocking at all but like she was pulling me into their little circle. I stammered something about the wine going to my head, fanning myself with a napkin to play it off, but she just chuckled softly, reaching over to pat my hand. Laurent glanced my way too, his grin turning a bit sly, which only made the heat in my cheeks worse. I mean, here I was, getting all flustered by a married couple's banter, feeling like a total newbie in this grown-up vibe. Mum and Dad seemed oblivious, chatting about dessert, but Aissata's comment hung there, making the air feel thicker around me.

Then she leaned in closer, her expression turning thoughtful as she topped up her glass. "But seriously, with all my traveling, we have to work at keeping things exciting, you know? Laurent and I have been together forever, but we make sure to surprise each other." She winked at Laurent, who nodded with that deep hum of agreement, and I listened wide-eyed, soaking it in like some secret recipe for relationships I hadn't figured out yet. It sounded so open and fun, nothing like the awkward fumbles I'd had with exes, and it planted this seed of curiosity in me, wondering what "playful" really meant for them while the night breeze rustled the leaves overhead.

The evening wound up after a while, the hugs wrapped up, and everyone said their goodnights. I lingered on the patio for a minute, watching Laurent and Aissata head back through the gate with their empty dishes tucked under their arms. Mum and Dad were already tidying up inside, clinking glasses and chatting about how fun it had been, but I felt this odd buzz in my chest, like the evening had stirred up stuff I wasn't ready to poke at. I wrapped my arms around myself, replaying bits of the night, the way Laurent's hand had brushed me, Aissata's easy laughter, that flirty banter that made my face burn. It was all so grown-up and effortless, nothing like the awkward dates I'd muddled through before. I headed inside, mumbling a quick "Night" to my parents, who were still puttering in the kitchen, and climbed the stairs to my room

I flopped onto the bed without bothering to change, staring up at the ceiling fan whirring lazily in the dim light from the window. My mind wouldn't shut off, jumping from Aissata's stories of far-off places to Laurent's deep voice asking about my uni life, and yeah, that lingering touch that sent sparks I couldn't ignore. Why was I even thinking about him like this? He was married, older, and totally off limits. But damn, it made me wonder about what I'd been missing, sticking to my safe plans and brushing off guys who didn't get it. I twisted under the sheets, a mix of excitement and confusion swirling in my gut as sleep finally started to pull me under.

The next morning, I woke up with sunlight streaming through the curtains. Mum and Dad were up early, chatting about needing supplies from the supermarket, bread, cheese, and more wine for the evenings. They asked if I wanted to tag along, but I shook my head, craving another lazy day by the pool. "Go on without me," I said, stretching and nipping to the bathroom for a quick shower.

After my quick shower, I wrapped a towel around my wet hair and slipped back into my room, the cool tiles under my feet a nice contrast to the warm air drifting in from the open window. I rummaged through my drawer for my bikini, the simple white one with ties at the sides that always felt comfy against my skin. I slipped it on, adjusting the straps, before flopping onto the bed. I grabbed my phone and caught up on some messages and news.

After what felt like ages but was probably only half an hour, a car door slammed outside, jolting me upright. I crept to the window and parted the curtain just a sliver to peek down. There was Aissata, dressed in smart travel clothes. She was wheeling her suitcase to the car parked in their driveway. She popped the boot open and hefted the bag inside with a grunt, then turned to Laurent, who stood there in shorts and a tee, looking a bit somber. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a lingering kiss, their bodies pressing close like they were savouring it. She gave him one last peck before sliding into the driver's seat, the engine revving as she backed out, waving through the window. Laurent watched her go, hands in his pockets, and I ducked back.

I grabbed my sunscreen and a book, ready for a relaxing day, lounging quietly on the sunbed with my shades on, and I settled in, the heat soaking into my bikini-clad body. The sun was getting intense, making me sweat a little under my bikini, when suddenly a string of frustrated French curses floated over from next door, something like "Merde!" and a few other colorful words I recognised from movies. It caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but let out a quiet giggle. I set my book down and padded over to the balustrade, peeking over with a grin I couldn't hide. "Everything okay over there?" I called out lightly, leaning on the stone edge, curious to see what mess he'd gotten into.

He looked up from a pile of scattered metal parts, his face all scrunched in annoyance, but it softened quickly when he saw me, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "Ah, Tamara, you heard that? This thing is fighting back." He chuckled, shaking his head like he was half mad, half amused, and held up a twisted bit of metal as proof.

Just as I was about to say something helpful, a wobbly section of the barbecue gave way with a clatter, the legs collapsed in a mini avalanche that sent screws scattering across his patio. Laurent jumped back with a yelp, letting loose another barrage of French swear words, "Putain de merde, this piece of junk!", his big hands flailing as he tried to catch a falling grate, only for it to slip through and bang against his foot. I burst out laughing before I could stop myself, covering my mouth but failing to hide the giggles bubbling up, and he looked over with mock outrage, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he started chuckling too, shaking his head like the whole thing was ridiculous.

He kicked lightly at the mess, still grinning widely, and wiped his hands on his shorts, glancing up at me with that deep rumble of a laugh fading out. "See what I mean? It's cursed, I tell you." I nodded, wiping a tear from my eye from laughing so hard.

I couldn't resist poking fun at him, still chuckling as I leaned further over the balustrade, my arms crossed like I was judging a bad handyman show. "Maybe you need a pro to step in before the whole thing turns into modern art." My voice came out lighter than I felt, teasing him with a grin. He raised an eyebrow, pretending to be offended, but his laugh boomed back, deep and infectious, making my stomach flip in a good way this time.

He shot back quickly, picking up a stray screw and twirling it between his fingers like a challenge. "Oh yeah? And what makes you the expert, little Miss England? Bet you've never built anything tougher than a sandcastle." I rolled my eyes, firing off, "Hey, at least my sandcastles don't collapse and swear at me!" We went back and forth like that, him defending his "manly skills" with over-the-top stories of past projects gone wrong, me countering with silly jabs about calling in reinforcements, and the banter flowed easily.

He shot me this mischievous look over the balustrade, his eyes narrowing like he was sizing me up, and crossed his arms over his broad chest. "Alright then, smart one, if you're so good at this stuff, why don't you hop over here and show me how it's done? Prove you can handle this mess better than I can." His challenge hung in the air, laced with that deep accent that made it sound half-serious, half-playful. I hesitated for a second, biting my lip, but the teasing glint in his eyes dared me on, so I shrugged like it was no big deal. "Fine, challenge accepted, don't cry when I fix it in five minutes," I said, swinging my legs over the stone edge and landing lightly on his patio, my bikini feeling way too skimpy now that the divide was gone.

We knelt down amid the scattered parts, the warm tiles under my knees as he handed me the manual. "Okay, let's see... this bit goes here, I think," I muttered, piecing together one of the parts, while he watched closely, his shoulder bumping mine accidentally, or maybe not, as he leaned in to help steady it. His scent hit me then, a mix of sweat and something else, making it hard to focus.

I kept fumbling, trying to slot it into place while pretending I knew what I was doing, but when I glanced up, Laurent was just standing there watching me with this amused half-smile, his arms crossed like he had all the time in the world. "There's a sight you don't see every day," he said, his voice low and teasing with that thick accent rolling through it. "A pretty lady in a bikini building a BBQ." My hands froze mid-twist on the screw, heat rushing to my face, not just from the sun, and I let out a nervous laugh, ducking my head to hide how flustered I felt.

I straightened up a bit, wiping my hands on my thighs, and shot back with a shaky grin, "Well, if you weren't so hopeless at this, I wouldn't have to save the day in my swimsuit." He chuckled deep in his chest, stepping closer to hand me another tool. We kept at it, our laughs mixing with the occasional grunt of effort as we wrestled a stubborn panel into place. The sun was beating down mercilessly now, turning the patio into a furnace, and Laurent paused, wiping his forehead with the back of his arm.

"Whew, getting too hot out here," he muttered, grabbing the hem of his tee and peeling it off in one smooth motion, tossing it aside like it was nothing. His chest gleamed with sweat, all defined muscles and that rich brown skin I'd glimpsed before, broad shoulders tapering down to a ripped stomach that made my mouth go dry. I stared without meaning to, my hands stilled on the tool, taking in the way his abs flexed with each breath.

He caught me looking and smirked, flexing a bit playfully as he knelt back down beside me. "What? Never seen a guy cool off before?" he teased, his voice husky, but I just stammered something incoherent, my cheeks burning as I forced my eyes back to the barbecue, though my mind was stuck on how solid and inviting he looked up close.

I mumbled a quick "Sorry, didn't mean to stare like that," my words tumbling out all rushed as I tore my eyes away from his chest, fiddling with the screwdriver in my hand to give myself something to do. But then, feeling this bold streak I didn't know I had, I glanced back up and added, "It's just... you've got a really nice body, especially for an older guy." My face burned hotter than the patio stones, and I regretted it instantly, wondering why I'd blurt that out to my married neighbour, but his smirk turned into a full grin, like he appreciated the honesty.

He leaned in closer to grab a brick from the pile. "Thanks, Tamara, such a nice compliment." His eyes locked on mine for a beat, playful but intense, and I swallowed hard, my pulse racing as we got back to slotting the pieces together, our arms brushing more often now, each touch sending little electric zaps that made it tough to think straight about anything but him.

We kept piecing the barbecue together, my fingers getting greasy from the metal bits, but the heat was unbearable now, sweat trickling down my back and making my bikini stick in uncomfortable ways. Laurent paused after slotting in the last grate, his bare chest heaving a little as he stood up and stretched, those muscles rippling under his skin. "This is getting too hot out here. How about we take a break and jump in the pool to cool off?" he suggested, his voice casual but with that teasing edge, nodding toward the sparkling water just a few steps away.

I nodded at his suggestion, my nerves buzzing like crazy as I followed him to the edge of the pool, the water looking inviting under the midday glare.

"Yeah, a swim sounds perfect right now, I'm melting out here," I said, dipping a toe in first before sliding in fully, the cool rush hitting my overheated skin and making me sigh with relief.

Laurent jumped in with a bigger splash, surfacing a few feet away with water dripping from his bald head, grinning like a kid as he shook his head.

"This is nice," he said at one point, treading water near me but keeping a respectful distance.

I agreed with a quick "Totally," splashing a little wave his way playfully, which got him laughing, and he sent one back, turning it into a mini game that had me giggling and forgetting my earlier embarrassment for a moment.

My giggling turned into full-on squeals as Laurent ramped up the splashes, his big hands scooping water like waves crashing over me, drenching my hair and face while I fought back with frantic slaps at the surface, sending sprays flying everywhere. "No fair, you're way stronger!" I yelled through laughs, ducking under a huge arc he launched, but popping up to nail him right in the chest, water exploding off his bare skin.

Things got wilder when he lunged closer for a massive splash, but I twisted away at the last second, grabbing his arm to pull him off balance instead, and we ended up tangled in a mess of limbs and water, faces inches apart as we surfaced gasping. His dark eyes locked onto mine, that grin fading into something hotter, droplets trickling down his jaw while my heart hammered like crazy. The playfulness shifted to this intense pull that made my stomach knot with want.

Our breaths mingled heavily in the steamy air, water dripping from his chin as we hovered so close, the splash fight forgotten in this sudden stillness that made my skin prickle. Laurent's dark eyes held mine, intense and searching, like he was deciding something big, and I felt exposed, not just from the bikini clinging wet to me but from the way his eyes stripped away my pretense.

Suddenly, he grabbed my waist, our wet bodies slamming together in the water as his lips found mine in a fierce, hungry kiss that stole my breath away. I gasped into his mouth, "Laurent, oh fuck," my hands clutching at his broad shoulders while his tongue dove in deep, tasting like chlorine and raw want. His big palms slid down my back underwater, fingers digging into my arse cheeks with a firm squeeze that made me moan against him, grinding my hips instinctively as heat exploded low in my belly. The pool rippled around us from the movement, his groans rumbling through his chest into mine, "Tamara, you're so damn sexy," as he kneaded my flesh harder, pulling me tighter so I felt his hard cock pressing against my thigh through his shorts.

I wrapped my legs around his waist without thinking, locking us together as the kiss got messier, wetter, his hands roaming up to trace my spine. He broke the kiss just enough to growl against my neck, nipping the skin there, "You drive me crazy. I've been wanting this since I saw you watching," his breath hot and ragged as one hand dipped lower, teasing the edge of my bottoms. I gasped, my body trembling in the cool water, every nerve firing like fireworks from his bold explorations, leaving me desperate and soaked in ways the pool couldn't explain.

His strong arms lifted me smoothly onto the pool's edge, my legs parting almost on their own as Laurent slotted himself between them, his wet body pressing close while he claimed my mouth in a ravenous kiss that left me dizzy and aching. I kissed him back hard, my fingers digging into his shoulders, but that nagging thought bubbled up. I wanted to blurt out that I was a virgin, to warn him before things went too far, but embarrassment clamped my throat shut, making the words stick like glue. Instead, I stayed silent, my breath hitching as he trailed his lips down to my neck, sucking gently at the sensitive skin there, sending sparks shooting through me.

"Mmm, Tamara, you taste incredible," he murmured against my pulse, his hands sliding up my thighs slowly and teasing, thumbs brushing the edges of my bikini bottoms while I arched into him, a soft whimper escaping despite myself. The heat between us built fast, his mouth nipping lightly before soothing with his tongue, and I felt his hardness nudge against my core through the thin fabric, making my mind spin with want and fear. Part of me screamed to tell him, to slow this down, but the shame of admitting how inexperienced I really was kept me quiet, letting the moment sweep me along as his kisses grew more insistent, my body responding with tremors I couldn't control.

His fingers found the ties of my bikini top while his mouth worked magic on my neck, tugging them loose with a slow pull that made my breath catch, the fabric falling away to bare my breasts to the warm air. Before I could cover up or say anything about my virgin status, Laurent's lips moved lower, capturing one peak in a wet suck that sent jolts straight to my core.

"Oh god, Laurent, that... ahh, yes," I moaned, my head tilting back as he groaned deep against my flesh, "Mmm, these tits are so perfect, baby." His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, nipping lightly before soothing with gentle licks, his hands cupping my other breast, thumb flicking the nipple in rhythm that had me gasping and arching into him, embarrassment fading under the rush of pleasure despite the voice in my head screaming to confess.

He switched sides, lavishing the same attention on my other breast, sucking harder now with a hungry growl that vibrated through me. "Please, don't stop, it feels amazing," my legs opened more underwater while his free hand traced down my stomach, teasing the waistband of my bottoms. The world narrowed to his mouth on me, wet and insistent, pulling gasps and sighs from my throat as heat pooled between my thighs, making me slick and needy. I bit my lip, still too shy to admit my inexperience, letting the sensations overwhelm me instead.

His lips left my breasts all tingly and wet, moving down my stomach in a trail of soft pecks that made my skin goosebumpy despite the sun's warmth beating down. My pulse raced like a drum in my chest, knowing I'd never had a guy go there before, but the words to tell him stuck in my throat again, too shy to spill my secret as his fingers sneakily tugged at the strings of my bikini bottoms, loosening them with a quick pull. The fabric slipped away, leaving me totally exposed to the air and his eyes, a rush of cool breeze hitting my bare pussy that had me gasping quietly, "Laurent, oh..." but before I could process it, his head dipped lower, hands spreading my thighs wider as his tongue pushed right between my folds, hot and slick against my clit. I arched up with a sharp moan, "Ahh, fuck, that feels, mmm, yes!" my fingers grabbing his smooth head while he groaned deep against me, "Taste so sweet, Tamara, fuck you have a nice pussy," his words vibrating through me as he sucked gently, making stars explode behind my eyelids.

Everything blurred in a haze of new sensations, his tongue swirling slow circles around my sensitive spot before dipping inside, thrusting in and out like he was savoring every bit, my hips bucking without control as whimpers spilled from my lips.

"Oh god, Laurent, don't stop, it's too good, ahh!" I gasped, my body shaking with each flick and lap, his hands gripping my ass to pull me closer to his mouth. The pressure was building fast and fierce, like a wave crashing over me, my breath coming in ragged pants while I twisted under him, feeling so vulnerable yet alive, his expert touches unlocking something wild I'd never known, leaving me teetering on the edge of bliss I'd only dreamed about.

As Laurent's tongue delved deeper between my folds, lapping at me with this expert rhythm that had my toes curling against the pool tiles, my mind spun like a whirlwind, trying to wrap around what the hell was happening. Here I was, legs splayed wide on the edge of his pool, this older married black guy, probably twice my age, with his head buried between my thighs, devouring me like he'd been starving for it. The sight of his dark skin against my pale legs sent this electric thrill through me, the contrast so stark and hot, like something out of a forbidden dream I never admitted to having. I watched him through half-lidded eyes, as he sucked my clit gently, groaning, "Mmm, so fucking tasty, Tamara," and it hit me how wrong this should feel, he's hitched to Aissata, for god's sake, but damn, it only made the heat coil tighter in my belly, my breaths coming in short gasps as pleasure built like a storm.

I arched my back a little, whimpering, "Oh god, Laurent, yes, ahh, right there," my hands pulling his head closer, while he flicked his tongue faster, one hand gripping my thigh to keep me steady. The way his rich brown skin gleamed under the sun against my flushed white body turned me on more than I expected, this visual rush mixing with the wet sounds of him eating me out like a total pro, no hesitation, just pure skill that had me trembling already. Married or not, old enough to be my dad, black guy I'd never even fantasised about before, it all swirled in my head as taboo fuel, making every lick feel dirtier and better, my hips bucking involuntarily toward his mouth. "Fuck, don't stop, I'm so close," I moaned, lost in the moment, guilt flickering but drowned out by the waves crashing closer.

I was right on the edge, my body shaking like a leaf as Laurent's tongue drove me wild between my legs, that building pressure about to explode when he suddenly pulled back, leaving me gasping and needy. He stood up in the water, yanking his shorts down in one swift move, and my eyes went wide as his massive, thick, circumcised cock sprang free, pointing straight up like it had a mind of its own. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it'd burst, staring at that huge black shaft, veins bulging along its length. Oh god, this is it, I'm about to lose my virginity to this enormous black cock, the thought hitting me like a freight train, mixing terror with this insane rush that made my pussy throb even wetter. He stepped back between my spread thighs, his dark skin glistening as he leaned over me, that heavy dick pressing firm against my slick folds, sliding up and down teasingly while he captured my lips in another deep kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as I moaned into his mouth, "Mmm, oh fuck, it's so big, Laurent."

His huge cock pressed firm against my slick folds, sliding up and down in slow, teasing strokes that had me whimpering into his mouth, our kiss turning sloppy and desperate as his tongue tangled with mine. "Mmm, Laurent, oh god, that feels so good, don't stop doing that," I moaned between gasps, my hips rocking up to meet his movements, the fat head of his dick nudging my clit over and over, sending sparks shooting through my core without pushing inside. He groaned deep against my lips, "Ahh, fuck, Tamara, you’re so wet," his breath hot and ragged as he kept up the torturous glide, my body trembling on the edge, every brush making me ache harder for more but loving the build-up that left me panting and clutching at his back.

We kept kissing hungrily, his hands roaming my bare breasts, pinching my nipples lightly while that thick shaft rubbed against me relentlessly, coating himself in my juices with each pass. "Yes, right there, mmm," I gasped, arching into him as a low growl rumbled from his chest. The tease was maddening, my heart pounding like a drum as pleasure coiled tighter low in my belly, our bodies slick from the pool and sweat.

I reached down between us, desperate to hold him. My fingers wrapped around his thick cock tentatively, curious and a bit shaky as I started stroking it slowly, feeling its heat pulse in my palm while I rubbed the head against my wet folds, teasing myself with the pressure. "Oh, Laurent, it's so big, mmm," I moaned into his kiss, gasping as he groaned deep, "Ahh, yes, Tamara, keep doing that." My tiny hand could barely close around its girth, the skin smooth and veiny under my touch, so massive compared to my slender fingers that it made my heart race even faster. This powerful thing, throbbing like it had a life of its own. I pumped it gently, exploring every inch from base to tip.

My hand trembled a little as I gripped his thick cock tighter, the heat of it pulsing against my palm, and something bold sparked in me despite the nerves knotting my stomach. I broke our kiss just enough to catch my breath, my eyes flicking down to where I held him, then up to his dark gaze watching me intently. I guided his thick tip right to my entrance, my hand shaking as I pressed it against my slick opening, feeling the heat of him there like a promise that made my whole body tense up. As he started to push in slowly, my pussy resisted at first, this tight ring of muscle clenching like it wasn't ready for something so huge, the pressure building until it gave way just a bit, stretching me wider than I'd ever felt before. "Oh god, Laurent, it's, ahh, so much, fuck," I whimpered, my walls fluttering around the head as it finally popped inside with a sharp burn that turned into this full, aching fullness, making me scream loud, "AHHH, FUCK!" the sound echoing off the pool tiles while tears pricked my eyes from the intense mix of pain and pleasure. My tiny hand still gripped the base of him, feeling him throb as my pussy adjusted, the resistance easing into a deep throb that had me panting, every inch feeling like it was claiming new territory inside me.

The stretch was insane, my pussy walls hugging him so tight it almost hurt, but in a way that sparked this wild heat spreading through my core, like I was being filled up completely for the first time. My body trembled as he inched further, the resistance giving way bit by bit to that delicious slide, stretching me out until I felt stuffed and raw, my juices coating him to make it smoother. He groaned low against my neck, "Fuck, Tamara, you're so tight," his words vibrating through me as the fullness hit deeper, turning the initial sting into waves of pleasure that had me arching and gasping, lost in how my pussy molded around his massive cock like it was made for this.

Laurent leaned in, his lips crashing onto mine in a deep, passionate kiss that muffled my whimpers, his tongue exploring my mouth slowly and hungrily as he rocked his hips gently forward. Inch by inch, more of his thick cock slid inside me, the stretch intensifying with every careful push, my pussy walls gripping him like a vice, resisting but yielding to that burning fullness that made me gasp against his lips. "Oh fuck, Tamara, you feel so incredible," he whispered hoarsely between kisses, his voice a low groan that sent shivers down my spine, his hands steadying my trembling thighs as he eased deeper. I moaned loud into his mouth, "Ahh, Laurent, it's so much, mmm, yes, keep going slow," my body arching as the resistance gave way bit by bit, that delicious ache turning into waves of heat pulsing through me, every new inch disappearing inside filling me up like I'd never imagined, leaving me panting and clutching at his back.

Laurent's lips met mine again in a fierce kiss, his tongue plunging deep as he rocked forward, but then in one sudden thrust, he drove all the way in, bottoming out hard and filling me completely with that massive black cock, at least 9 inches, stretching my tight pussy to its limits like I'd never felt before. I screamed loudly against his mouth, "AHHH, FUCK, LAURENT, IT'S TOO BIG!" My body jolting from the sharp burn and overwhelming fullness, every inch of my walls clamped around him, stuffed so tight it ached deep inside, throbbing with this mix of pain and raw pleasure that made my thighs quake. He held still for a beat, letting me adjust, his thick shaft pulsing hot within me, the sensation so intense I gasped and whimpered, feeling utterly claimed by his size, my juices slicking him as my pussy fluttered desperately around that invading girth.

His whispers hit me like fire, "Fuck, Tamara, your tight little pussy is squeezing me so good, mmm," and god, those dirty words turned me on more than anything, sending shivers racing through my body, my nipples hardening tighter, and my juices flowing slicker around him. I'd never heard a guy talk like that, raw and commanding, his deep voice rumbling with groans that made my core clench harder, heat building like a storm I couldn't control, leaving me gasping and talking dirty back. "Ahh, Laurent, yes, fuck your cock feels good." It was filthy and hot, pushing me closer to the edge as we rocked together, my screams turning to needy moans while his hands gripped my ass, pulling me into each grind.

But then reality crashed in, and I pulled back from the kiss, my voice shaky as I whispered, "Laurent, wait, I have to tell you, I'm a virgin... or I was." He froze mid-grind, his cock still throbbing deep inside me, and lifted his head to look at me with wide eyes, surprise flickering across his face before it softened into this hungry grin. I couldn't believe I'd let him take my virginity just like that, this older married black guy stuffing me full on his pool edge, but damn, the way he stared, like he'd won some prize, made my heart flip, his low groan escaping as he murmured, "Oh, Tamara, that's even hotter, mmm, love being your first, baby." He leaned in for another kiss, gentle this time, his hips staying still but his hands caressing my sides, that look in his eyes telling me he was thrilled, turning my nerves into this wild rush of excitement

Laurent's lips brushed mine in a soft, lingering kiss, his breath hot against my skin as he stayed buried deep inside me, his massive cock throbbing like a heartbeat in my stretched pussy.

"God, Tamara, I can't believe your tight virgin pussy took all of my back cock," he whispered huskily, his voice laced with awe and lust, rocking just a little to make me feel every inch. "Ahh, Laurent, neither can I, but fuck, it feels so good," my walls clenching around him involuntarily, the fullness aching but sparking this fire that had me moaning low into his mouth. He pulled back slightly to look at me, eyes dark with desire, and asked, "You enjoying it, baby? This cock filling up your first time?"

My response came out in a breathless scream, "Fuck yes! Ahh, yes, Laurent, don't stop, it feels amazing!"

We ground together slowly at first, his kisses turning deeper and messier as he groaned against my neck, "Mmm, that's my girl, so tight and wet for me." I arched up with each roll of his hips, "Oh god, harder, ahh, fuck," the burn fading into pure bliss that made my toes curl and my nails dig into his back. His dirty words kept fueling me, turning the stretch into this addictive heat building low in my belly, our bodies slick and slapping softly as we lost ourselves in the rhythm, my screams echoing with every deep grind.

He started thrusting faster, each powerful stroke slamming his huge cock into me harder, making my whole body jolt with the force. Water splashed wildly around us from the pool edge, my legs spread as wide as they could go, thighs trembling while he pounded me relentlessly, his balls slapping against my ass with every deep plunge. "Ahh, fuck, Laurent, yes, harder! Oh god, your big cock feels so good," I screamed with each thrust, gasping and moaning as the burn turned to pure ecstasy, his grunts mixing with mine, "Mmm, take it all, baby, groan, your tight cunt's milking me so good." The intensity built like a storm, my nails raking his back, body arching up to meet him, feeling so stuffed and owned that I couldn't hold back the waves crashing through me.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, everything exploded. My pussy clamped down hard around his thrusting cock, spasming wildly as I climaxed with a guttural scream, "OH FUCK, LAURENT, I'm cumming, ahh yes!" My body shook uncontrollably, legs quivering wide open while a gush of squirt sprayed out around his shaft, soaking us both in hot bursts that left me gasping and whimpering. He groaned deep against my neck, "Shit, baby, you're squirting all over me, mmm, so fucking hot.”

Laurent scooped me up effortlessly from the pool edge, his strong arms holding me tight as he lifted me out, his massive cock still buried deep inside my throbbing pussy, making me gasp sharply with every slight movement. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, locking him in place as water dripped off our bodies, my nails digging into his shoulders while he carried me over to the lounger. "Ahh, fuck, Laurent, oh god, you're so deep even like this," I moaned against his neck, grinding down on him a little as he walked, the stretch still burning but turning into this addictive fullness that had me whimpering. He groaned low in his throat, "Mmm, Tamara, keep clenching that tight pussy around me, feels so good carrying you like this," his voice husky and rough, before he sat down on the lounger, pulling me fully onto his lap with him still impaled inside me, our wet skin slapping together softly.

He leaned back a bit on the lounger, his dark eyes roaming over my naked body hungrily, hands sliding up to cup my breasts as he squeezed gently. "Ride me, baby, want to see that beautiful body bouncing on my cock," he rasped, thrusting up once shallowly to encourage me, making me gasp. "Oh shit, yes, ahh, Laurent, that feels so good." I started rocking my hips tentatively at first, lifting up and sliding down his thick shaft, moaning with each drop as it filled me completely again. "Yes, just like that, ride this cock harder, girl," his hands guiding my waist to speed me up, the lounger creaking under us as pleasure built fast and fierce.

I bounced harder on Laurent's lap, my pussy clenching tight around his massive shaft as I rode him like a woman possessed, water still dripping from our bodies onto the lounger below. "Oh fuck, Laurent, ahh, I love your big black cock inside me!" I screamed, gasping loud with each downward slam, my tiny hands on his chest for leverage while he groaned deep, "Mmm, yes, baby, fuck you’re sexy bouncing on my black dick, show me how much your tight little hole craves it." The contrast of his dark skin under my pale fingers turned me on insanely.

We kept the rhythm going wild, my screams echoing as I leaned back, letting him watch my tits jiggle with each ride. He gripped my hips harder, pulling me down deep with a low growl, "Mmm, that's it, take every inch, you love being filled by this big black cock, don't you?" The interracial heat escalated my moans, my nails digging into his dark shoulders as I whimpered, "Fuck yes, ahh, make me cum again, Laurent!" Our bodies slapped together wetly, his grunts mixing with my gasps, the taboo words pushing us both closer to the edge in this frantic, sweaty ride.

Laurent flipped me over onto my stomach on the lounger like I weighed nothing, his strong hands gripping my hips as he positioned me on all fours, my knees digging into the cushion and my ass up high for him. He grabbed my arse hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh with a possessive squeeze, "Ahh, yes, Laurent, squeeze it tighter!" before slamming his huge black cock back inside me in one rough thrust, pounding doggy style with relentless force, the slap of his balls against my clit. I screamed out, "Oh fuck, Laurent, harder, ahh, fuck yeah, just like that!" moaning deep as he groaned behind me. His thrusts picked up speed, each pounding stroke stretching me wide and hitting that spot deep inside that had me trembling and gasping for air, pleasure ripping through me like fire.

We kept going like animals, his hands kneading my arse roughly while he slammed in over and over, water from the pool still dripping off us, making everything slick and messy. "Shit, Laurent, yes, fuck me, oh god, I'm gonna cum again!" I whimpered loudly, pushing back against him as he growled low, "Ahh, fuck, your pussy's so fucking good, cum for me, baby." The intensity built fast, my body shaking with every brutal thrust, moans turning to desperate gasps as he grabbed harder, pulling me onto his cock like he owned me completely, the raw power of it leaving me breathless and begging for more..

I felt the pressure building like a dam about to burst, my pussy clenching tighter around him, every inch of that massive shaft stretching me wide and hitting spots that made stars explode behind my eyes. "Oh god, Laurent, ahh, fuck, I'm so close, don't stop pounding me!" I screamed, gasping loud as he growled back, "Mmm, yes, baby, your tight pussy's gonna make me cum." The intensity dragged on, my body trembling on the edge, walls fluttering wildly around him as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, prolonging the sweet torture while his thrusts turned erratic, his breath ragged against my back.

Then it hit, my orgasm exploding through me like a wildfire, screams ripping from my throat as I shook violently, "AHHH, FUCK, LAURENT, YES, SHIT, OH GOD!" My pussy spasmed endlessly around his cock, squirting hot and messy in drawn-out waves that soaked everything, the climax stretching longer as he thrust one final time and erupted inside me, groaning deep, "Ahh, shit, yeah, fuck!" I felt every hot pulse of his cum shooting deep, prolonging my screams as the warmth flooded me.

I glanced over my shoulder submissively, my body still quivering from the endless waves of pleasure, and caught sight of Laurent's face twisted in pure ecstasy as he came hard inside me, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a deep groan, sweat glistening on his dark skin like he was lost in the moment. It was so hot, so I pushed back against him to feel every last pulse of his thick cock, my pussy clenching tighter around him as the sight fueled my own prolonged orgasm, drawing out the shudders and gasps that left me breathless and weak. His hands gripped my hips firmer, pulling me flush as he grunted, "Mmm, Tamara, fuck, that was intense," his expression relaxing into a satisfied smirk that sent fresh heat rushing through me, making the whole thing feel even more intense and raw.

We stayed like that for a bit, his cock softening inside me, my heart racing from how vulnerable and turned on I felt seeing him lose control like that. "Ahh, Laurent, that was... oh fuck, I can feel your cum inside me," I whimpered softly, wiggling a little, which made him groan low again, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my back. He leaned down to kiss my shoulder gently, murmuring, "Mmm, you’re so fucking sexy, Tamara.”

We were still catching our breath, Laurent's cock softening inside me as cum trickled down my thighs, my body all limp and glowing from that mind-blowing orgasm, when the sound of a car engine rumbled up the drive next door, my parents' car, no doubt about it. My heart dropped like a stone, panic surging through me, whispering urgently, "Oh shit, Laurent, that's my mum and dad pulling up! We gotta hide, quick!" He pulled out with a wet pop that made me whimper softly.

He froze for a split second, groaning low under his breath, "Ahhh, merde," gasping as he yanked up his swim shorts, his cum still leaking warm between my thighs, making everything feel slick and messy. I scrambled to grab my bikini, fumbling with the ties while my body shook from the aftershocks, my pussy throbbing sore but satisfied as I tried to smooth my hair and look casual, face flushed hot from the orgasm and the fear of getting caught.

My heart nearly exploded out of my chest when I heard Mum's voice cutting through the air like a knife, "Tamara? Love, are you over there?" She must've spotted me from the sliding door, her tone all curious and innocent, not a clue about the absolute chaos I'd just been in. I fumbled like mad with my bikini ties, fingers slippery from nerves and everything else, managing to knot them just enough so nothing fell off, while Laurent shot me a quick, wide-eyed look that screamed 'act normal.' My thighs felt sticky and warm, a reminder of what we'd done, but I plastered on a fake smile, brushing my wet hair back as I stepped out from behind the lounger, pretending I'd been tinkering with tools the whole time. "Yeah, Mum! Just helping Laurent fix up his barbecue, it was falling apart earlier," I called back, my voice higher than usual, waving casually over the balustrade like it was no big deal, even though my legs wobbled and my face burned like I'd been slapped.

Laurent played along smoothly as anything, picking up a stray wrench and holding it up like evidence, his deep voice booming out steady despite the sweat still beading on his forehead. "Oui, Elsa! Your daughter is a lifesaver; without her, this thing would still be in pieces."

Mum leaned out a bit more, squinting in the sun with that mum-smile, nodding like she bought it hook, line, and sinker.

"Oh, that's nice of you, Tamara. Don't stay too long, though, we've got lunch to sort out." I mumbled something about wrapping up soon, my pulse thundering in my ears as she ducked back inside, the door sliding shut with a click that let me finally breathe. Laurent and I exchanged a loaded glance, his eyes twinkling with that mix of relief and something hotter, making my stomach flip all over again despite the close call.

let out a shaky breath as Mum disappeared back inside, my body still buzzing from everything that had just gone down with Laurent, his touch, his size, the way he'd made me scream like that. I mumbled a quick, "Thanks for the erm, you know. See you around," to him, my voice all wobbly, and hopped back over the balustrade to our side, legs feeling like jelly as I grabbed my towel and book, pretending like I hadn't just had my world rocked. Back in the villa, I ducked upstairs fast, heart pounding, and collapsed on my bed, staring at the ceiling with this huge grin I couldn't wipe off. I'd finally done it, lost my virginity, and oh man, was it mind-blowing. That thick black cock of his stretched me in ways I never imagined, turning pain into this insane pleasure that had me squirting and begging for more, like nothing those clumsy boys back home could ever match.

The rest of the holiday blurred into this secret whirlwind of sneaking over whenever Aissata was away on her trips, Laurent pulling me into his arms the second I showed up, fucking me senseless on every surface we could find, the pool lounger, his kitchen counter, even bent over that damn barbecue we'd built together. It was that addictive, that raw and hot, I couldn't get enough of his deep groans, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded away, filling me up over and over until I was hooked, craving that fullness like air. Now, packing my bags to head home, I'm a total black cock addict, replaying every thrust in my mind, knowing uni life will never be the same without that thrill waiting next door.

Back at uni, I'd have to pretend everything was normal, burying myself in lectures and labs, but deep down, I knew this was just the beginning of my awakening. Who knows what other forbidden thrills awaited me. Maybe a chance encounter with someone just as commanding, or even a return to the villa where Laurent might have more surprises in store?