My First Touch: Discovering Desire with My Sister-in-Law in Saint-Jean-de-Luz
The bathroom door creaked in our rented house in Saint-Jean-de-Luz. Three years ago, family vacation chaos. Kids asleep. My heart hammered as Nelly slipped in behind me. Mirror fogged slightly from my face wash. She was my brother François’s wife, curves fuller from three kids. I’d caught her flirty phone call that morning. Now, her eyes locked on mine in the glass.
Nerves twisted my gut. What was this pull? Gilles downstairs with the men. Innocent routine shattered. She pressed close. Her breath hot on my neck. Hands on my shoulders, sliding down. I froze, pulse racing. Breasts against my back through thin nighties. Forbidden. Exciting. Unknown territory. Part of me screamed stop. But desire won. No words. Just her lips brushing my neck. Straps slipping off. Naked now. Her body warm, heavy against mine.
The Approach: Heart Pounding, No Turning Back
I turned. Faces inches apart. Her fuller tits crushed mine. Pubis grinding soft. Heart thundered. First real taste of woman. She leaned in. Lips met. Soft. Wet. I pulled back, breath shaky. ‘Nelly, we can’t.’ But her confession spilled: her neighbor, her secret women cravings. Me, always wanted. Shock. Arousal. Night restless, replaying touches. Fingers itched to explore.
Next night, beach day done. I waited, pulse quick. Slipped into sexy nightie. Door ajar. Her transparent robe. Nipples dark, bush visible. Flesh prickled. Belly clenched. Arms around each other. Kiss deepened. Tongues danced slow, sensual. Her hands on my tits, mine on hers. Softer than Gilles. Electric.
Fingers trailed down. Her legs parted. Clit slick under my touch. She mirrored, stroking my wetness. Never so soaked. She offered fingers: ‘Taste yourself.’ Salty-sweet tang. Mine. Sucked eagerly. Her nipple in my mouth, hard peak. Tension built, thighs quivering.
The Instant: Skin on Skin, Worlds Colliding
Gilles called from hall. Panic. Clothes on. Door open. Fled to bed, hand diving between legs. Masturbated to her taste. Gilles entered, fucked me hard. But orgasm crashed thinking of her. Her pussy, tongue, scent. Cried out. He noticed.
Afternoon alone. Kids napping. Her room. T-shirt, shorts off. Blotted against her. Kissed deep, my tongue invading. She sucked tits, belly. Then lower. Hair on thighs. Mouth on pussy. Tongue lapping lips, clit. Legs spread wide. Bliss. ‘Want to?’ Yes. Her turned over me. Brown lips, trimmed bush. Leaned in. Licked. Musky, tangy. Sucked folds. Told her: one at a time. Better control. Her turn again. Full surrender.
Vacation blurred into stolen afternoons. Pussies devoured, fingers plunging. Waxing later with her esthetician. Life back home, secret meets. Phone calls hungry. Bisexuality owned. Innocence gone. New hunger born. Still thrills me. Heart races remembering that first press in the bathroom mirror.
