At the Camping with the Married Neighbor

The story took place at a campsite somewhere in the Peloponnese. Every year, apart from the vacation I take with my family in August, I escape to this specific place almost every weekend from the end of April.

Since last year, almost opposite my caravan, I had seen a very beautiful woman, around 40, on vacation with her two children, and her husband would appear for only a few days in July and August.

Ioanna, that's her name, had caught my attention with her style and her air. She always swam and sunbathed topless. On the few occasions I saw her going into the sea, I confirmed that time, despite the two births, had treated her wonderfully. She had a body with a magnificent neckline that many women in their twenties would envy. On the few times we had spoken, I could barely take my eyes off the cleavage outlined beneath the little tops she wore. Always without a bra. Since my wife had begun forming a friendship with her, I tried to be as discreet as possible about the whole situation.

In early June, the campsite was relatively deserted, with very few guests. I arrived there Friday night with three other friends, without the wives and kids, to go fishing. On Saturday morning, I felt quite tired and decided to prolong my lounging and not join my friends at 5:30 in the morning for the planned fishing. I finally woke up around 7 and decided to go spearfishing alone after all.

I returned after about 2 hours. As I was coming out of the water, I saw Ioanna leaning against the railing that marked the boundary between the campsite and the beach, watching me. I greeted her with a wave of my hand and she returned the greeting. She was wearing a short black dress that clung to her body. Nothing extraordinary, but enough to make you notice this woman. I sat on the beach and started taking off and gathering my equipment. Still wearing my wetsuit, I began walking up towards my caravan. Reaching next to her, I greeted her, we exchanged pleasantries, and so I learned she had come down alone to tidy up their caravan a bit. When she asked about my wife, I told her I was alone too; she offered to make coffee once I changed. I realized that the whole time we were talking she was looking at my body, where the wetsuit showed every anatomical detail.

Outside my caravan and while trying to take off the top part of my wetsuit, I heard laughter behind me. The damned suit had stuck to me and in my attempt to get it off, I provided, without meaning to, a comical sight.

She came close to me. "Come on, sit down, let me help you," she says to me. She began to pull down, with difficulty, my wetsuit from my shoulders, and I tried to get my arms out. When I reached my waist I stopped because I wasn't wearing trunks under the suit.

I turned and looked at her; she was still laughing. Her hand was caressing my back.. "Aren't you going to take off the rest?" she says to me.. A raised eyebrow was her response when I told her I wasn't wearing a swimsuit.

She had stuck close to me and her dress was getting wet from the suit. Her face was just a few centimeters from mine when suddenly she gives me a kiss on the mouth.

I lost it. We went inside. She continued kissing me and with a sudden movement pulled down the entire wetsuit. Despite the cold from the sea, my cock began to harden, unable to resist her caresses. She began kissing my chest and slowly, tormentingly, descended towards my stomach.

She fell to her knees, caressing my balls with one hand and with the other slowly, slowly my cock which was already deep red. She looked me in the eyes and began putting my shaved balls in her mouth. She sucked them with a unique mastery, sending my arousal through the roof. She began swirling her tongue around the head of my cock and then to suck it all the way down to her throat.

I lifted her up and took off her dress, which was now completely soaked. The perfect breasts I had been seeing for so long were finally in my hands. I pushed her onto the bed and began licking and sucking her aroused nipples.

I caressed her everywhere, running my hand beneath her almost non-existent black string. I slid between her legs and began voraciously kissing her swollen-with-arousal pussy lips. I put one finger in her pussy, then a second, and continued sucking her clit. Her juices were flowing from her pussy. I lifted her legs and began licking her asshole, she was moaning with arousal... "Don't stop," she told me while with one hand caressing her breasts and with the other rubbing her clit furiously.

I pushed one finger into her asshole and another at the entrance of her vagina and continued licking her clit..

"Yes like that.. like that continue.... don't stop...... I'm coming, I'm coming....." she screamed, thrashing on the bed.

I tore her string off and rested my hard cock against her wet pussy lips. She pushed her pelvis onto me and began to take it inside her slowly and tormentingly, enjoying every inch that entered her.

I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and began sliding in and out of her slowly. My cock went in and out slowly in the first few centimeters of her vagina and now and then I pushed it in abruptly and with force all the way to her uterus.

Soon she began to come again, screaming.... "yes, yes, I'm coming again my stud...."

Her juices were running like a river over my cock.

I turned her over on all fours... with eyes red from arousal she looked at me and said to me: "I want you to tear my ass apart.."

She moistened her own fingers, lubricated her asshole by slowly pushing her fingers inside her.

I spat on and moistened my cock and rested it against her back hole. She moaned from pain and arousal...

Slowly she took it all inside her... I began to move faster and faster while Ioanna was thrusting her fingers into her pussy.

I began to come with force, my cum was gushing out from her neckline. She continued to pleasure herself until she came one more time..

We lay down exhausted from the wild fuck... We lit a cigarette... she told me her husband generally neglects her... and she confessed to me that she had noticed me since last year too...

She got dressed and left hastily, lest she run into my friends who would be returning.

Since then, we slowly began to hang out more as families... Every time I come back from spearfishing, I always see the same look and the same devilish and very promising smile.

And her usual line, "when are you going to make us the fish dinner," probably implies something else, because I haven't caught even a scale of fish....

I am sure the story will repeat itself...