What more beautiful place than the vermeille coast to spend holidays in January? Especially since without the big crowd, there's little chance of being noticed, so a perfect time to be there, alone, as a woman, as I like. An apartment rented on a well-known platform in Collioure, and off I went for a six-hour drive. The cafe-toilet stops are going well, no one tells me anything when I go to the places dedicated to ladies. It's always a fear...Arrival at night, I find the key in the key box, I take my suitcase to this superb accommodation with sea view, a magnificent balcony, and I immerse myself in the documentation kindly left by the hosts, a fairly young couple apparently, which I may see later. The next day will be for a walk in the streets of Collioure, happy and free. The beautiful cool weather is reaching out to me. A fitted skirt, mid-thigh, and opaque stockings, a seasonal sweater and heels, taking the precaution of bringing my sneakers in a flashy backpack. Full of landscapes and sunshine in my skin and my head as a girl.Spain is not far away, and I decide to cross the border the next day. The walls are whiter there, the art more present, it is the country of Salvador Dali. An hour and a half by car along the coast, and I'm there. It's almost deserted, but it's beautiful, and two restaurants are open on the beach. I choose one. I'm super happy but my approximate Spanish earned me the amused look of the waiter, a very handsome man, and I guess it's not just that. I'm not perfect… He calls me “señora” in a somewhat emphatic way…The zarzuela and the rosé wine helping, I ask him for the toilets which he tells me with a kind smile. But I never imagined that he would follow me, and that once I entered the women's room, sitting with her skirt up and thong down, he would open the door and, having closed it behind him, put his hand over my mouth. and explain to me in excellent French that people like me are only tolerated in Spain if they do what they are asked to do, and that what I should do there right now is show myself a good sucker…I hoped from my stay a brief life as a girl without constraint, free, and here I am confronted with this stake in front of my face, already as stiff as the voice was demanding. What to do if not, defeated, place my lips on this swollen glans, then spread them a little, touch the tip of the tongue to the meatus, brush my fingers against the purses full of this man sure of his rights?After all, who am I to argue with him? And why not do my duty with pleasure? So I stroke him, my fingers excite his perineum while my mouth pumps him eagerly. He is handsome, and his cock is beautiful, I massage his buttocks while he invests my mouth more and more. I am there, obedient and delighted, and I touch with my finger this athlete's body and my true function: to satisfy the man.And I suck and I suck, until I give myself gasps and finally hear the rumble of pleasure that escapes from her lips while the flow of her pleasure springs and that I swallow as much as I can. “Que buena chpadora! “, he lets go. I tell him that's a very nice compliment, and he replies that he's not done with me, and that I'm lucky because he's not on evening duty. I tell him that I have to go back, and he replies "it ...

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