The neck of the J.P. Chenet

It’s a cold windy night, and its immediately visible from the goosebumps on her arms and her pointy nipples painfully brushing on the thin white blouse she was told to wear. She followed the instructions explicitly and was already slightly tipsy from the J.P. Chenet wine she was told to buy. Mellieha Bay was the name of the bay she was told to go to, specifically the third beach. A cold and windy night not a BBQ group in sight. Completely deserted. Had it not been, all the more fun and exciting. On her knees digging a shallow hole in the sand right slightly further than where the waves end their invasion on the land, right atop the slope. In the dark evening she was digging a shallow grave for herself with bare hands. She hadn’t eaten anything since lunch as instructed. Pulled out her towel and lay it in the hole she just made and gently lowered herself inside, legs spread eagle. Knee length skirt spread out. No knickers on and a breeze tickled her moist pussy as the wind blew right up her parting her lips. Then as instructed, one swig from the bottle and gently penetrate. She was half way through the wine, wishing she had another bottle. The rush rozyed her cheeks quite much already when suddenly an authoritative grab from the back of her neck shook her. She wanted to cry, scream and shit herself all at the same time, all the while the neck of the wine was all the way up her vagina. In a flash the figure was in front of her, now grabbing the front of her neck and her mouth with the other hand. He didn’t want to raise any alarms should there have been a drouzey busy body around. He Relaxed his grip on her neck, knowing that any more pressure would turn her sweet red face to a blue colour he did not much care for. The little moon light on such a dark evening was coming from behind the figure so she had no idea who on earth the figure was. She could smell the scent of him however when he relaxed his tight grip on her neck. The smell excited her, the figure smelled like a sophisticated man. Her mouth still covered, her vagina started gushing, hard, hard! His other hand grabbed the bottle and pushed the whole length of the curved shaft within her. Then again and again. He kissed her hard on the mouth, convinced that she had no more urge to shout for anything other than sheer extacy. The fantasy wasn’t going as planned and for the beginning she thought she was being ****d, her whole body tense and rigid, then he leaned over and whispered in her ear, I hoped you’d find the J.P.Chenet and kissed her hard on her open gasping mouth. She could finally relax in knowing that the rest of the night had a plan. A plan that would as described finish off with her climaxing with waves from the sea washing her lovely curvacious body.

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