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When I was years old, I decided to take a few months of my life to travel around in Europe. This story is about a french lady I met in my journey who blew my mind and has definetely inspired me to go back to France. I already had a few hard weeks in The northern parts of France were I partly slept in the woods and partly slept on the beaches, so I decided upon a week of relaxation and soft grass on some sort of camping. I found one that exactly satisfied my needs. The swimming pool was the most amazing feature, mostly because that was where I met her. She was somewhere in het thirties (she later told me she was years old) and from the moment she entered the swimming area, she caught my attention. She wore a bright red swimming suit that could just hold her perfect breasts, her dark brown hair was lying softly on her shoulders and her legs looked so shiny in the summer sun of France. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. The way she walked with her booty wiggling in all its glory. The way she swam, or even red her book. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her and I had the feeling that she noticed me looking at her. Sometimes I could also see her looking back at me, not weird or disgusted, she just smiled and got on with reading. As the sun was slowly pushed down by the evening sky, it was time to leave the swimming pool and take a shower. So I took my stuff and walked towards the entrance, which enabled me to walk by and come even closer to the woman in red (and maybe say something in passing). But every step I got closer, I got more anxious. Eventually I decided to just walk by silently and get to the shower as quickly as possible. This plan was going perfect untill she stopped me. "Excuse me" she said in the best English a French woman could speak. "What means this word?". Apperantly she was learning English and didn't fully understand the book. I helped her, which in turn gave her a smile on her face. The evening slowly turned into the night and although I really liked our conversations by the pool, I felt dirty and really needed a shower. So I told her this and she responded with the best reactions: "I also need a shower, why do you not show me where the shower is?" She looked at me with daring eyes. She put on a sweather that could just reveal the lowest part of her ass and stood up to leave. When we reached the washing building, I learned that she did not have a husband and that she was in France for bussiness or something. We parted ways at the cubicles and said goodnight. I had a great shower, but then I heard a noise. "Shit!". "Jonathan? Do you have some soap I could borrow? I forgot mine" off course I did, so I told her to wait a minute and I would find it. It didn't even take a minute before I heard a knocking on my door. My brains stopped working. I looked through and saw a year old woman standing only covered by a towel. "Quickly, let me in before anyone sees me like this" I let her in. Closed the door. And I looked at her. Trying to not completely show myself to her, I looked in my bag to search for soap. When I showed it and finally showed it to her, I saw that she wasn't at all looking at the soap, she was looking at my dick. She didn't take the soap, but instead she dropped her towel. She wasn't ashamed of her body nor should she have been. I could now see everything. Her perfect legs that completed her wide mature hips. Her flat belly that was still moist and glinstering. Her boobs were perfectly round and as she moved closer to me, became more tempting to put my hands on. Her wet hair made a portrait of her beautiful face that was looking at me. She took both my hands and put them on her round breasts. Her warm soft breasts. I slowly began to massage her breasts and the harder I moved the more she began touching me. First only my chest, but then she slowly moved down. She used both hands stroking my semi erect dick, which was getting harder with every moan she made. She used her nails to tease me and then used her hands again to take firm hold of my dick and started to jerk it slowly. We were both growing hornier by the minute we moved closer and closer. Her boobs felt so soft and the closer the rest of her body was coming, the more I just wanted to grab her and hold her wet body against me. But she didn't move further. Instead she turned around and as she did, layed my hands on her hips. There was still some distance between us and the only other contact we made was my dick sometimes bumping against her round ass. She wiggled with it, she came backwards so I could fit my dick between her cheeks and she started to grind up and down. Moaning and holding on to the side of the cubicle for support. By now I could see her wetness and my cum glinster in the soft lights. I held on to her ass and with the other hand pushed her back so she would arc. She bent down, showed me her perfect ass, I put two fingers on her exposed pussy and felt how wet she was, she looked at me and nodded with content. I took my dick in my other hand and slowly slid it into her. I glided all the way down and heard her voice tremble: "softly Jonathan". I could hear how with every thrust it became harder for her to keep from moaning to loud and wake everyone on the camping. She pushed and grinded harder and went keeping deeper. She whispered something in French and immediately came after. I Followed only a few seconda after, the feeling of a year old woman having an orgasm on your dick has to be one of the best feelings ever. After, we took a long warm shower together were we were mostly quiet and washing each other. When we came out, everything was quiet and everyone was sleeping on the camping. We parted ways with a kiss and I haven't seen her since. P.S. Charlotte, if you read this, please contact me and we'll meet again when I am back in France JonathanTrave