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A trip to France

My trip to France proves more eventful than i anticipated.
As well as delivering furniture all over Spain, when the need arises, I do the odd house to house removal to help pay the bills. Normally I only do local moves, but this one day, I was approached by a customer who was moving from the Costa Blanca in Spain, to the south of France. I didn´t really fancy doing this job, as he said that he would be riding with me in the van, along with his dog. I normally preferred my own company, so I quoted him a higher than usual. This was a trick a builder friend of mine had told me they use in the trade, where if they don´t fancy a job for whatever reason they quoted a much higher price. Then if they still got the job, it made it more worthwhile. However to my surprise he agreed, and the deal was done.

On the day of the move, I arrived early, we loaded the van, and then set off. We hadn't been gone five minutes before he started on about how he had bought some land with his sister in France, and they had had two bungalows built on it. He waffled on and on, mainly about his wealth, and I thought to myself that this was going to be a long trip.

Usually I like to drive as long as possible without stopping, to get the job done. However with Mr. Boring and his dog on board, we ended up making three stops, once for something to eat, and twice for his dog to do its business. It took eight hours to get to the French border, and another two hours to reach the village in Avignon, where the bungalows were situated.

Upon arrival we were greeted by his sister, who seemed very friendly and introduced herself as Michelle. She was in her early fifties, with blonde curly hair, that she had in a bob style. I must admit that for her age, she looked very tasty, and I was instantly attracted to her.

"You must be starving," she said. "I'll go and prepare some food, while you men unload the van."

With that she turned and walked off towards her bungalow. I stood for a moment and admired her nice arse, wiggling into the distance. Michelle glanced over her shoulder and I felt myself blushing as she caught me staring. She gave me a wry smile and carried on walking.

I helped Mr. Boring unload the van, and we headed over to Michelle's bungalow for our food. Over our meal, Michelle and Mr. Boring caught up with some family gossip, occassionally bringing me into the conversation. After dinner Mr. Boring got up and announced that he was tired and was going to bed. We were both staying at Michelle's tonight, as the other bungalow was in a mess because of being decorated.

I stayed and offered to help Michelle clear up, and as we washed and dried up, we chatted, mainly about her life, and I found out that she used to be a model.

"That explains why you have such a good body for your age," I blurted out.

I never knew whether women liked to hear this comment, as it drew attention to the fact that they were getting on in years. However Michelle took it the right way and said,
"Thank you, I still workout whenever I get the chance, and I'm lucky, I can eat whatever I want without putting any weight on."

I thought I felt a chemistry between us, so I was disappointed when she suggested that I ought to go and get ready for bed. I thanked her for the meal and asked if it was ok to have a shower, as I was hot and sticky after unloading the van.

"Of course you can," she said.

She showed me where everything was, and left me to get on with it. I had been in the shower a few minutes and was just standing there, letting the hot water run down my soaped up naked body, when the cubicle door opened. There stood Michelle, in all her glory, without a stitch on.

"Do you mind if I join you?" she said with a wicked smile on her face.
"Of course not, as long as you wash my back," I replied.

With that she picked up the sponge and started slowly washing more lather on to my body. As she did, I felt my cock start to stiffen. Michelle noticed my erection and her hand reached down and she gently started to stroke it, under the pretence of washing it.
"Put your arms up against the wall and spread your legs," she suddenly ordered.

I did as instructed and all of a sudden felt a soapy finger enter my ass hole. She continued to jerk my cock whilst gently sliding first one, then another finger into my ass and sliding them in and out. She carried on doing this for about fifteen minutes, before I couldn´t control myself anymore, and shot all my cum up the shower cubicle wall. Michelle washed my cock clean and we both got out of the shower and she led me down the hall and into my bedroom. She put her finger to her lips, to indicate for me to keep quiet, and closed the door. My cock was quickly getting stiff again, and Michelle beckoned me over to the bed. I walked over and dropped to my knees between her curvy legs, as I leant forward Michelle got hold of my head and guided it to her juiced up pussy and ordered me to lick her to an orgasm, a task I was more than willing to perform. I must have been tonguing her wet cunt for a good half hour bringing Michelle to two strong orgasms. When she finally let me free from her steaming pussy, my face was covered in her juices. Her only words to me next were to lie down on my back, as I did this she straddled my cock and impaled herself on me. I nearly shot my lot on the spot but managed to hold back, as she fucked me all I could do was gaze at her ample tits bounce about above me. I tried to hold back but to no avail, my cock exploded shooting my cum into her pussy.

We then both just lay exhausted on the bed, without muttering a word. All of a sudden Michelle took hold of my floppy cock, shook her head, then stuck it in her mouth and sucked me to an impressive erection. Then to my surprise, she threw her leg over my head and for the second time in that day, I was licking her shaven pussy, that I so wanted to fuck. After I managed to make her climax in my face again, she then moved round and dropped down taking my erect cock deep into her sloppy wet cunt, she rode me for a few minutes, then we rolled around till I was on top and fucking her as hard as I could.

Michelle then pushed me off, and got on her hands and knees sticking her ass up in the air. I got behind her slammed my 7” cock straight into her juicy pussy and started to shag her as hard as I could, whilst slapping her arse. Michelle then screamed out in orgasm, and I had to cover her mouth with my hand, so that we wouldn't wake her brother. She then told me to fuck her dirty arse hole. How could I refuse, I pulled out of her wet cunt and pushed the end of my cock against her bum hole till the tip slipped in. Michelle let out a scream and begged me to push harder, which I did till my cock was fully embedded in her bum. I began to slip in and out of her arse making her climax time and time again till I could take no more and I injected her arse with what felt like gallons of my cum.

Again, we collapsed on the bed, and it wasn't long before we were both asleep in each others arms. When I awoke the next morning, Michelle was gone. I got up, showered and got dressed. I went into the living room, where Michelle's brother was sitting watching the news on the television, whilst eating some breakfast.
"Michelle's in the kitchen, if you want some breakfast before you head off," he said.

"Yes, I think I will, if it's ok," I replied.

I walked into the kitchen and Michelle was still in her robe. I took her in my arms and gently kissed the curve of her neck. I pulled her closer to me and lightly brushed my lips against hers. I slipped my hand inside her robe and down her stomach, and into her panties. I expected her to stop me, as her brother was only in the next room, but she didn't. Instead she slid her hand down into my boxers and started stroking my hardening cock. I spun her around and pushed her red panties to the floor. I slightly pulled down my own trousers and boxers and slowly entered her from behind. She was already wet, probably from the thrill of knowing that any minute her brother could have entered the room, and it didn't take much effort to slide my now fully erect cock into her. She let out a slight moan and bent her neck back, reaching for me to continue kissing her neck. I gripped her hips and started pushing faster and deeper, faster and deeper. As I did I could feel her body begin to tremble and I felt a gush of liquid dribble down my legs and onto the kitchen floor. It wasn't long before I too was close to orgasm, and just managed to stifle my own moans, as I shot another load of cum into her. I withdrew my now limp cock and quickly pulled up my boxers and jeans. She did the same with her panties.

We kissed again, and Michelle said that she had better make me something to eat. I stayed in the kitchen with Michelle, to eat my breakfast, and in between mouthfuls of food, we found the time to chat and kiss a few more times, before her brother entered the room. I finished up eating and it was time to say my goodbyes.

Michelle gave me a hug, and I felt her hand place something into my pocket.
"I hope you'll come back to France one day," she said smiling.

"Yes, if you're ever passing this way, don't hesitate to drop in," her brother added. "I'm sure Michelle would look after you" he continued, "she does the odd bit of bed and breakfast, to earn a bit of extra money".

I waved goodbye, and as I climbed into the van, I reached into my pocket and pulled out Michelle's used red panties. They still smelt of Michelle's pussy juice, and I hung them from my mirror, to remind me of the wonderful sights of France...

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