The French Tourist

My sexual encounter in the American desert translated from French. Enjoy!

Five years ago, I was on a bus tour through the Southwest of America, mainly to see the grandeur of the Grand Canyon. But I never reached the canyon. I was fed up with being restricted to a group of creepy married men and the jealous death stares I would get from their wives. I’m gorgeous, I know this. I was twenty-one, single, and without anyone, so I left my girlfriends in France. And now for some reason, I had to go alone and venture into America off the beaten path. Meet and interact with American men and women. It would turn out to be a hot sexy summer there in the American desert.

Left in the dust of the bus I intentionally missed at this whistle stop somewhere in New Mexico, I started to walk. It was like a sauna outside, so when I heard a vehicle approach from behind, I put out my thumb in hopes of getting to some society with air conditioning. As my thumb extended, I turned my head to lay eyes on an old Chevy that was topless. The driver, shirtless, showed himself and his tanned muscles to the world and to me. At that moment, I didn’t know if the humidity in my dampening panties was stimulated by the beautiful old Chevy or the hunk with sunglasses behind the wheel, or the heat of the desert itself. Whatever it was, I kept my thumb up enthusiastically as I extended a leg and made eye contact with a big smile. He pulled right up to me and asked, “Where ya headed?”

In my broken English, I answered emphatically, “This is America! Take me where fun is!”

With a graceful wave of his sweaty arm, he invited me into his topless antique machine. I gripped the door handle, swung open the door, and hopped in. I remember a thought at that instant, as I sat my well-endowed ass into his cushioned seat, that my damp panties were shining his seat. I felt like it was running down my thigh and yet I didn’t know what was making me so horny. It’s not like I carried condoms.

The Chevy then chewed through the sand and rock and we sped off down some highway. At first, I wasn’t as ladylike as I sat, wearing a short skirt with my legs spread – the cool breath of air-conditioning radiating between my damp legs felt refreshing. He noticed. I peeked over to him but his eyes were already chained to mine. Naturally, my eyes rolled down his sculpted, tanned body that was glistening in the heat.

“Notice a lot, don’t you, girl?” he said.

“Maybe too much – boy!” I answered shyly.

His lips curved and he bared his pristine rows of teeth as he smiled – such a cute and suggestive smile. The horny young lady I was at that time knew where this was going. All my girlfriends back home told me to wait for the right one to fuck while out on my venture into the US.

Then it was I who would bare teeth in a grand, suggestive smile. As we were speeding down that highway, the raw power of the engine got me turned on, and by instinct, I snuck a peek down between his legs and witnessed his bulge through his jeans. I noticed his leather belt buckle had been loosened and his lengthy bulge ran down his pant leg and he had girth that I knew would fill my mouth and be a tight fit in my pussy. I imagined his balls would be fat and filled.

Then nature called. I motioned for him to pull over and when he had done so, I giggled, “I have to pee pee.”

“Ya gotta take a leak? Yeah, go ahead!”

I got out of the Chevy and scanned around there was only desert and no brush or tall rock to conceal me.

He pointed for me to come around to his side of the Chevy. When I got there, he pointed to the asphalt I was standing on, saying, “Ya, go make pee pee right there!”

At first, I thought ‘What the fuck’. But then I realized I was in the mood to play these games with him. As if I were putting on a show for him, I slowly lifted my skirt until my damp, neon green panties were revealed. I lifted my skirt high all the while our eyes were chained together. Then I released my pussy from the humidity and slid those damp panties down to my shaking knees.

“The piercing on your clit is so sexy, girl!”

I was shy by this point and even with my broken English I did not know quite what to say.

“So, I make pee pee here for you?”

“Hell, yeah, girl!”

So I squatted there before him and the raw power of his engine. The relief of the high-pressure stream that puddled beneath me as he watched like a hawk. When I was finished, no toilet paper, so I would air dry. I lifted my damp panties and folded my jean skirt back over my wetness. A large puddle of piss between my feet, I ran back to the passenger side door and hopped in.

“So, I gotta pee pee myself,” he said with a chuckle.

He stepped out and made his way over the sand on my side of the Chevy. For a few moments, we stared at each other until he started fondling himself. Unbuckled and zipped his pants down and parted his pants revealing the bulge in his boxers. Then he pulled his boxers down and his bulge came to fleshy life as it extended out of his pants. Then he released a powerful golden stream into the sand and I must admit I was pretty shy to watch but every time I looked away I glanced again giggling. He noticed that when the stream was gone and the tip of his dick dripped, he shook it and crammed it back into his pants. Obviously, in relief, he hopped back in behind the wheel. And we again sped off.

As his beautiful Chevy bulleted through the desert and the wind in our hair, we both kept catching each other sneaking peeks at the other.

I found that he was paying attention to my skirt and legs, which I again had spread. Devilishly I kept attention to his unending bulge down his pants leg. Again the humidity built between my legs and I felt like I was dripping onto his seat.

There were no words… it began by him tapping his hand onto the shift stick close to my thigh then he shifted his hand over to my thigh and ran the palm of his hand down my sweaty leg and ran his fingers back up to my skirt. I didn’t shake as this was one of my deep desires coming to America alone at 21. I pivoted and scanned the roomy backseat. This caught his eye and he shook his head, saying, “can’t have any stains on the seats – I’m finding a spot for us.”

I with my broken English barely understood him. Then just up ahead there was a large rock formation. Just as we got to it, he veered off onto the sand and behind the massive rock where he shifted into park and turned off the engine.

“I want you,” he said.

“Well, here I am,” I reciprocated giggling.

With that hungry desire every man possesses, he undid his seatbelt and leaned into me. At first, I shivered when our lips met and our tongues danced. Again his hand came to rest on my thigh and again he massaged my inner thigh with his palm and fingers. His other hand landed on my tummy and slid upwards under my tank top until his hand cupped a breast. Our tongues lapped more and he withdrew, hopping out of the driver’s seat and making his way around to my door which he swung open, reached in, and undid my seatbelt. With gentle force, he took me by the hand and guided me out into the sand. He shut the door and pressed me up against his Chevy with his sweaty body, driving his tongue into my mouth and both strong hands groping my ass over my skirt. Then he parted a shoulder strap and exposed one of my erect nipples in the summer sun. With his soft lips, he attacked it and ran the tip of his tongue over sucking hard. Then lifting my tank top off he undid my bra and tossed both onto the seat. Looking down at my nude upper body glistening with sweat, he made long brushes with his tongue up and down my body to taste me.

“You know, American boy, there’s more of me to taste!” I spoke excitedly.

“You know, young French Lady,” he responded, “anticipation heightens the pleasure!”

After all the strokes with his tongue, he knelt before me and lifted my skirt to my belly button, my panties were just before his face, and before dropping them, he ran the tip of his tongue up over my panties then parted them to the side exposing my wet pussy. As soon as he had done so, he drove his tongue into me, stroking it in and out as his thumb massaged the bulb of my clit. I felt like I was dripping into his mouth and it made me want to taste his pre cum when my chance would come.

After the initial mind scramble, he pulled my damp panties down and onto the seat, they went. He spread my legs with the skirt up and dove his mouth all over my pussy, licking and sucking on my clit. My head arched back in ecstasy as I gripped the door tighter and tighter. I moaned into the desert air and the light breeze that raked my hair. My legs began to tremble at the knees. But he persisted! Until finally I felt it was time to uncontrollably ejaculate all over his face! My heart raced and my moans became wild as I could feel release as I struggled to speak, “I cum… I cum…”

Then one of the best feelings for a woman came as if the goddess of sex had smiled upon me… I squirted like a bitch and my cum landed all over his mouth and face. He was obviously turned on as he licked my pussy all over and ran his tongue over his mouth and cheeks tasting me there.

I did what I wanted next, what I craved, I tapped his shoulder and he stood up. I wanted to taste myself all over his mouth and it was in itself a mind scramble. Then it was my turn to take control! I turned us so I had him pinned against the Chevy and ran my tongue from his tummy up his neck and more taste of my pussy on his lips. Unbuckling his jeans and lowering the zipper I again caught a closer glimpse of his bulge. I knelt before it, pulled his pants down, and slid off his boxers, and as I had done so, the wet tip of his cock shot up out of his boxers and brushed my face. I could sense a string of pre cum across my face to which I ran my tongue over his salty pre cum.

“I want more out of you,” I said as I cradled his fat balls.

Then gripping his cock by the base, I inserted the fat head between my plump lips and sucked hard for every drop of him. All the while I fondled his sweaty balls. He moaned at my handling of his cock and there he asked, “Want me to cum in your pussy or your mouth?”

I had no idea, haha. I suppose I hoped that I could get both. But I focused on my mouth first you could say, hehe. Quicker my head bobbed back and forth and the more my tongue caressed his shaft and my lips wrapped tightly.

“Cum in your mouth, baby?”

“Mmmmm.”

Then he squirted into my mouth filling it up to the point where it drained out between my lips, down my chin, and dripped onto my tits. His knees appeared as if they were going to buckle. His thick, salty cream I immediately swallowed and pulled his cock out using my fingers to collect every drop back into my mouth…

To be continued…