Yesterday I was flipping through the channels and got stuck on Discovery. There was a documentary on tourism on the Côte d’Azur, and I was immediately reminded of the time when I, 26 years old, together with Anna, 27, ran a summer camp near Saint-Tropez for an Italian foundation. The camp consisted of sleeping tents for boys and girls, a tent for day care, and meals with a kitchenette. We each had our own tent. Meals were prepared by a local woman.
The camp was in a separate section of a large campground right by the ocean. Every two weeks a bus would come with about 40 young people between the ages of 16 and 19 who would stay for 2 weeks. We had to keep them occupied. We had very little work to do because they would hang out on the beach all day and at night they would go to the disco or sneak into one of the sleeping tents to have sex or fuck. Teenagers, who were not allowed by the pastor to do anything at home, jumped out of the band.
We were amazed that so many boys and girls who barely knew each other were having sex right away. Anna and I had agreed not to get involved with any of the guests to avoid trouble. This was not always easy with all the scantily clad girls who sometimes openly challenged you. Especially when I went for a last walk around our part of the campsite in the evening. From the sleeping tents I could hear sighs and groans and the creaking of the cots. The problem was that every group that came had more girls than boys. Usually there were about 24 girls and 18 boys, which often led to jealousy among the girls who were left out. Another problem was that because there were more girls, the boys would switch to another girl halfway through the vacation.
There was a trans girl in the group, Jessie.
Anna was a beautiful girl with large breasts, but unfortunately for me, she was a lesbian. In the two years I was there, I made one mistake. It started very innocently. There was a trans girl in the group, Jessie, 18 years old, and on the second day she asked me if I was a brother of Simone, whom she knew from school. Simone was my niece. That’s how we struck up a conversation. Jessie didn’t feel at home in the group. While the rest of the group was only interested in the beach, she wanted to see more of the area and go to nice towns. She had also brought hiking boots to take long walks in the backcountry. I felt sorry for her. She was not only a nice girl, but also attractive because of her big breasts.
The very next day, Anna sprained her ankle. She was no longer able to go with me to the shops to buy food and other things. Jessie, who heard about it, offered to go with me. In the evening, she helped Anna and the cook with the cooking. I felt that Jessie had not come for that and agreed with her that we would go out on the days when we did not have to shop etc. Anna had misunderstood and thought Jessie was my niece and therefore had no objection. We went out about every other day. Sometimes to a city like Saint-Tropez, sometimes to the countryside, and we went for long walks. We couldn’t stop, especially when we went to a disco on Wednesday night.
When Jessie came running to get into the car, I was stunned. I hadn’t seen her in anything but long pants and a blouse. Now she was wearing an extremely short, loose dress with a low neckline so that when she sat next to me in the car and I looked at her, I could see a large portion of her breasts. She was probably not wearing a bra. We danced all night and I felt her breasts against me. Then I realized she was not wearing a bra.
When we got back to the campsite around 1 o’clock and got out of the car, Jessie suddenly put her arms around my neck. She kissed me on the mouth and thanked me for being so nice to her and saving her entire vacation. While kissing, we walked to my tent. Once inside, we continued kissing. It was almost a full moon and the tent was lit up inside. My hands slid down her back and held her tightly against me. I felt her breasts again. My hands went down to her bottom and kneaded it. I moved up again and slid down one of the shoulder straps of her dress. She didn’t react, so I pulled down her other shoulder strap as well. On her back, I pulled down the zipper of her dress. I stepped slightly away from her and the dress fell to the floor. Now I had a full view of her breasts. Beautiful large breasts but firm with a pink bud.
I grabbed her breasts and kneaded them.
I bent down and licked and sucked her nipples. She was now wearing only white panties. Now she also jumped into action and took off my t-shirt. She knelt down in front of me and unbuckled my belt and my pants. She pulled my pants down and felt for my stiffened cock with her hands. We lay down on the bed and my hand slipped into her panties. I ran my fingertips over her new pussy. She spread her legs, so I could open her pussy and feel her pleasure bud. I continued to stroke her pussy and I carefully inserted two fingers into her pussy and began to fuck her. I went deeper and deeper, and she started moaning softly until she came. Fingers and fuck me deep, my pussy grew close to e little penetration.
I stroked my panties and desperately wanted to penetrate her pussy with my cock. Come with your cock, then I will suck you first, she said. She took my cock in her mouth and I immediately felt that she was not doing it for the first time. Later she told me that an ex-boyfriend had deflowered her and that she had learned a lot from him. When I was about to come, I pulled out of her mouth, opened her legs and slid right in. Wonderful, way too fast and after a few thrusts I squirted my semen inside.
The next day we went for another walk in the country. In a quiet place in the open, we undressed each other and Jessie said I could now fuck her in the ass. The rest of the time, Jessie came to my tent every time it got dark. The last night was a sad one. After extensive lovemaking and fucking, Jessie started to cry. I tried to comfort her and told her we could see each other again. When the bus left the next day, I stayed in my tent. I never saw her again. 5 years later, I heard from my cousin that she was divorced. She lived a few houses away. She had asked for me.
Should I try again?
