I did some work in a shop and went to the beach afterwards as I usually do and it was hot, so hot, and I rested in the shade of one of the large rocks. I changed into my swim suit, only the bottom briefs. Too hot for clothes. I wait there and relax and sunbathe for a few hours in the day before I go to work in my Uncle's café at evenings. The beach is always full of tourists from Northern Europe and the USA but some Spanish and French too on day visit so we speak a lot of languages here from childhood! The tourists from the USA are usually amazed by the local girls being topless and they stare and stare. Even their wives and giflfriends stare. It is a shock for them I think, but really it is nothing here and the Germans even wear nothing sometimes but the lifeguards ask them no to for the sake of the Americans! It is funny. The men will often walk back and forth doing errands for their women, but really to look at us again.

Some of them introduce themselves and they are lovely and kind. Always they eant to buy us things and meet us later, and if they are nice and a local girl is in the mood then it happens. It happens a lot really from our opinion as we are asked a lot but they only ask once maybe in a lifetime, but to us it happens many times a day sometimes depending on who is on the beach.

Yesterday a nice man noticed me as I was sitting with my back against the rock. He had a big smile and his wife didn't notice, perhaps did not care as many do not care as they have their own things they are doing. Sometimes they are jealous and threaten us but that is rare but they get revenge if they want.

He noticed me and I knew he would come back soon and in 20 minutes I heard his American accent in front of me, telling me this was the most beautiful beach he had ever seen, which I believe is a nice way of saying that he likes the way I look. Some men will tell me that women don't show breasts in public in Arizona or wherever and that is not so nice. He must be subtle and genuine. He is dangerous after all. A greeting is not the time to talk about my pretty breasts.

I asked him where he was going and he said he wanted to buy a sun hat and he needed some help and he asked me to help him. He seemed nice so I did and we walked to the tourist shops and tried on hats and he was flirty but nice, not groping, but smiling and kind.

He said he had never been to France before and did not know how the French live and I told him this was a mixed part of France with some Spanish and English in her culture. Many will rest during the day but Summer is when we work hard. He said he would like to see something French so I brought him to my home nearby on a quiet street, as if the noise disappears and there is only warmth and pretty little gardens, so different to the beach and the streets full of tourists.

My mother owns a beautician shop and spends all day there when I meet her for a coffee usually. My father works in Paris and my sister in a village far away up the coastline, so it is OK for me to go there with people. It is nice. A pretty house.

He said the house was beautiful and I could see his eyes wanted me so I walked aead of him so he could see me and he followed me to my bedroom where I took my clothes off for him and I could see his penis very hard for me under his shorts and his big hairy chest and lovely dad bod was very tense. 

He as afraid to come to me. I went to him and I could only kiss his chest he was much taller than me, so I put my hand in his shorts where his penis was pressed hard against my breasts. I held his penis and he groaned. I knew he wanted me.to put his penis in my mouth so I knelt in front of him and pulled his shorts down and still he was too tall so I had to bend over instead but he liked it.

His penis tasted salty from the sea and he was not circumcised. He had large large balls and I held them in my hands. I love to do that. I don't know why. His penis became very hard in my mouth but I wanted him to be in my vagina so I stood up and held his penis as I walked to my bed. I lay down on my back and opened my legs and his eyes were so dark amd heavy I knew he could not stop.

He put his penis into my vagina and I pulled him down onto me. I love missionary because I love to feel his whole body thrusting and hear his heavy breath and grunts. It turns me on so much to hear him and feel his chest and strong shoulders. 

He pushed into me and pushed in and out fast. It was amazing to feel him eager to ejaculate inside me and I started to tingle. He was tall so I held my face to his lovely hairy chest and I couls hear his breathing, his heart, and feel his strong muscles and feel him become stronger and stronger until he pushed so hard I was in my mattress I felt and I held him as he became so erect and when his body became hard and he groaned loudly I knew he was ejaculating inside my vagina and we lay on the little bed and hugged for a long time as he calmed down and I held his wet penis and it throbbed and tried to go back to sleep.

We kissed for a while until I reminded him of the hat and he remembered his wife on the beach. I knew she would be happy watching the young local men playing football in their shorts. I made him have a shower and I washed him there and he became hard again so this time I took him into my mouth again and he ejaculated in my mouth and I swallowed his sperm. He had a big smile. It was so nice.

I let him touch my body for a while but then I walked him back to the rocks and he went back to his wife. 

His name was Simon and I think he will be back. They usually are.