To say that I was excited was an understatement. It was my eighteenth birthday and we were going to visit my uncle and aunt who had recently bought a villa in the south of France. Their son, Mark, my only cousin who is nineteen, had taken time off his work to be our guide. Mark spoke fluent French so that would be a huge asset as mum and dad didn’t speak a word of the language, and I only knew how to say, bonjour and a few other phrases that I had learnt at school.
Mark was at the airport to greet us; I was astounded at his golden tan and his awesome looks. Why did this handsome Adonis of a man have to be my cousin? We all piled into Mark’s car, a nineteen sixties Citroen. It looked very low to the ground, but when Mark started the engine the car rose up into the air. The ride was comfortable despite some rough terrain, and soon we had arrived at the villa.
The villa was a short drive off the main road and was set in its own grounds, surrounded by trees and bushes that were a profusion of colour. My aunt and uncle were waiting at the door to greet us and looked amazing with their bronzed looks. After our hugs and kisses we were ushered into the villa and asked what we would like to drink.
Mark offered to give us a tour of the villa then led us out to the rear of the property. “Gosh,” I exclaimed, as the large outdoor swimming pool came into view. “You can use it anytime you like, said Mark, “It’s completely private and totally secluded.”
Our tour of the villa complete, we were shown our rooms. Mine had its own en suite and a balcony overlooking the swimming pool. Mum and Dad’s room was on the opposite side with a view looking out over the countryside and to the far away mountains.
The en suite had a large wall to wall and floor to ceiling mirror, a shower, bidet, bath, toilet and wash hand basin. I ran the shower and re entered the bedroom. The windows leading out onto the balcony were open. Stepping onto the balcony, I was surprised how quiet it was despite being only a few yards off the main road. It was still warm and after a quick glance around, found myself all alone. I stripped naked and stretched my arms in the air, breathing in the aromatic scents from the trees and shrubs.
Back in the bathroom, I admired my developing body in the full length mirror. My nipples were hard and had taken on a rosy glow; my long legs were topped by a neatly trimmed bush, just hiding my pussy lips. My long blonde hair was resting on my 34” breasts. I turned to admire my tight bum and my slim waist.
The shower was just at a perfect temperature as I stepped under its cascading waters. The jets of water were having an erotic effect on me as they sprayed onto my breasts like thousands of tiny needles. I soaped myself and felt the firmness of my nipples as I ran my hands over my perk breasts. My pussy was pulsating and begging for relief. A loofah with a handle that almost resembled a man’s penis was hanging on the shower rail. Gently at first, I began to rub my pussy with its hardness. An orgasm shuddered through me, taking me completely by surprise. The twitching continued and I began to rub harder with my new toy. I was breathing hard as I pushed the end of the handle against my pussy lips. Squeezing my nipples with one hand I pushed the handle past my pussy lips and into my very wet hole. I was near frantic with desire and began to push the handle up and down until I had its entire length pushed up into my hole.
Another climax shuddered through me as I withdrew the handle. I finished showering and wrapped a large fluffy white bath towel around my naked body. Stepping into the bedroom, I heard the sound of splashing coming from beyond my balcony. Looking out, I saw Mark in the swimming pool. I drew back a little so as not to let him see me and continued watching him swimming up and down the length of the pool.
Mark reached the shallow end, which was facing my balcony. As Mark climbed out of the pool, I was shocked to see that he was naked. I let out a gasp as my eyes fixed onto his enormous cock that was dangling between his legs. Mark must have heard me, as he shouted, “Hello, anyone there?” I peered over the balcony and said “Hi.”
Mark looked up and without any embarrassment, said, “come on down and have a swim.” “I’ve just showered, perhaps tomorrow,” I replied, trying to avert my eyes from his massive tool. “Great,” said Mark, “were having a Barbie at six thirty, down here next to the pool, wear something cool.”
I could see that Marks penis was starting to become erect and that he was staring at my legs. I blushed and looking down at my legs, I was horrified to see that my towel had opened and that my legs and pussy were on show. Mark kept on staring with one of those stupid grins on his face. It was then that I become aware of a new sensation in my lower parts and could feel my erect nipples trying their best to pierce the top half of my towel.
I hurriedly covered myself up and said, “Fine, see you at six thirty.” My pussy was throbbing so much that I could feel my wetness running down my thighs. I removed the bath towel and lay back on the bed. I squeezed my erect nipples and then pushed two fingers into my soaking wet hole. The picture of Mark and his enormous cock kept running through my mind as I frigged myself to an earth shattering orgasm.
I had to shower again to rid myself of my meaty sweat. I then rummaged through my suitcase to find something cool to wear for the Barbie.