Date: Fri, 10 Apr 2015 12:04:52 -0700 From: Carole Unwin Subject: Young Love at a French Camping Park 4 Young Love at a French Camping Park – Chapter 4 by cs.unwin Warning: This story contains adult content. If such material offends you or if you are under 21 please stop reading. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2015 cs.unwin, All rights reserved. Please email if you have any suggestions or comments: csunwin@yandex.com If you like this story please consider donating to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html -- The following morning Lilou's parents offer to take the girls to a nearby amusement park. Lucie has been scheduled to work that day tells them she cannot go. Lilou wants to stay with Lucie, but her parents insist she come with them. Lilou's family set off in their car shortly after breakfast. Lucie is stuck in the snack bar for most of the morning. It is quiet and she is bored and wishes she could have spent the day with her friend Lilou. Shortly after noon a woman comes to the snack bar and orders a soft drink. She asks for a plastic cup instead of a straw and drinks it at the counter. She begins chatting with the 12 year old girl, and asks her questions about the camp. Lucie recognizes the woman as having arrived at the camp the previous night with her husband. She is staying in a large new caravan. Lucie remembers having seen the husband leave at the crack of dawn wearing golfing clothes. The young girl guesses the woman is a golf widow; she is not the first Lucie has seen at the camp. "You have such pretty blonde hair," the woman says to Lucie. "You must be 16, am I right?" "Yes I am, Madame," Lucie says, pleased to be considered older than she is. She is flattered at the comment and pays the woman closer attention. She sees a good looking woman who she guesses to be in her 40s, with a nice figure and shoulder length brown hair. She has a large Italian nose and very wide lips on which she has applied dark red lipstick. She is wearing an expensive looking black two piece bathing suit, an open shirt and high heels. Lucie thinks she looks very attractive. "Don't call me Madame, sweety! My name is Manon. And I think you are simply gorgeous. Tell me all about yourself." Lucie responds to the woman's charm, and since she has nothing else to do, she tells her all about herself. Manon interrupts her with questions such as what are her interests, and how does she get along with her parents. The older woman asks her if she has a boyfriend, and Lucie replies she does not. "Do you have a girlfriend that you love?" Manon asks with a smile. Lucie shakes her head but blushes deeply. Her light skin makes her reddening cheeks difficult to conceal. "Ah, so you have a girlfriend Lucie! It is nothing to be embarrassed about sweetie. I am married, yes, but my husband is so boring. All he enjoys is golf, shooting, and his business. If I did not have girlfriends I would go mad (she deliberately uses the word `amantes' which means female lovers, instead of the word `copines' which means female friends). As she says this she gazes into Lucie's eyes with a smile on her face, as if daring the girl to ask more questions. Lucie rises to take the bait. "Does this mean you are a lesbian?" Lucie asks, wanting to understand. "Perhaps! I don't believe in labels. If I love a woman I find joy in intimacy with her. Call that lesbian or whatever, I do not care." "And if I find you irresistible sweetie, and you like me and we kiss and touch each other in secret places, that is called `making love', don't you agree Lucie?" Manon places her hand on the young girl's, suggestively. "When do you stop working, my love? I would like to invite you to my trailer so that we may talk more and share secrets. Did I tell you how beautiful you are? You remind of me one of my ex-lovers." Lucie is spellbound by this frank, compelling and very sexy woman. She tells her she is free at noon, when the snack bar closes for lunch and Manon promises to return and fetch her. As she waits until her work is done for the day, Lucie wishes she had time to go home and change and put on some makeup. She is nervous and full of anticipation, although she does not know why. She does know this woman has had an effect on her and she was not blind to the way Manon had been looking at her body. She spares a passing thought for Lilou and wonders how she is enjoying the amusement park. She wishes they were together. Manon returns at noon on the dot. She has replaced her bikini top with a black t-shirt, which looks fabulous on her. Lucie notices her breasts, which, now they are unsupported, are not as high on her chest. But Lucie cannot help notice the nipples which are visible beneath the thin cotton of her shirt. Manon takes Lucie's arm and as they walk together their hips touch. Outside her caravan is a plastic table with an umbrella. Lucie expects they will sit there, outside, but Manon suprises her by leading her up the short staircase into the caravan. "Air conditioning, darling," Manon says to her. The inside is cool and shades are drawn on the caravan's large plastic windows, to protect against the heat of the afternoon sun. Manon invites Lucie to sit in on a U-shaped padded bench which surrounds a small table. Lucie knows that the bench and table can be dismantled at night and replaced with a bed. Manon offers the young girl a cocktail and Lucie accepts. Lucie wonders what she is doing here, and why this beautiful woman is interested in her. Manon brings them both a drink and slides in beside the young girl. She is sitting very close and her leg is touching Lucie's. She is aware of the heat of the woman's skin against her own. "Are you wondering why I invited you here, Lucie?" Manon asks, as if reading her thoughts. Lucie nods and sips her drink. "Some think me too direct," Manon says. "I always say what is on my mind. I always have, even when I was your age." Manon pauses for a moment and continues. "I told you I find you extraordinarily attractive Lucie, and when we talked I noticed you were looking at me. You were looking at these," she says and puts her hands under her large breasts, lifting them and giving them a shake. Lucie is speechless with embarrassment at this turn in the conversation. Manon continues: "I wish us to be lovers darling. I wish us to kiss and touch each other with tenderness and love. I wish to touch you darling, tell me you also want to touch me." Without waiting for an answer the older woman takes the young girl's hands in her own, caresses them for a moment, and then places Lucie's hands on her breasts. Lucie is powerless to resist. She revels in their warmth and softness under the thin t-shirt and cannot will her hands to move away. She is conscious now of Manon's scent, she guesses it is an expensive perfume which she finds intoxicating. Manon pushes her fingers into Lucie's thick blonde hair and pulls the girl's head close to her own. She captures her young lips and begins to kiss her softly, planting kiss after kiss on her sweet lips. Lucie now feels like she is in a dream. She notices her hands have somehow slipped beneath Manon's shirt and she is caressing her heavy hanging breasts. Hard rubbery nipples cross her palms; she feels the older woman gasp at her touch. "Oh yes lover, take my nipples, squeeze them; you don't need to be gentle," Manon urges her. Manon pauses for a moment and pulls her shirt over her head. She returns to kissing Lucie, this time she opens her mouth and pushes her tongue into the teenager. Lucie is now lost to her feelings and desire and accepts her wet tongue. Her fingers clutch at the large erect nipples; they are each nearly the size of her thumb. Manon places a hand on Lucie's head and firmly pushes her lower. Her other hand she places beneath the fold of her bosom and lifts, offering it to Lucie to suck. The teenager needs no encouragement; her mouth encapsulates the large brown teat and she begins to suck on it. While Lucie is occupied with her breast, Manon takes the opportunity to gently remove the bathing suit straps from her shoulders and lower the stretchy fabric to her waist. Lucie barely notices. The older woman eagerly takes hold of her budding breasts and caresses the small mounds. Her hands easily cover the slight fleshy orbs. Their pink tips are small as a penny coin, which swell and harden at her touch. Manon pinches and rubs them; Lucie, mouth full of rubbery nipple, emits a small moan. Manon's hand leaves Lucie's breast and glides across the baby fat of her stomach to where the swimsuit has bunched at her waist. She slides her hand underneath and in between the 12 year old girl's legs and explores her young sex. Her fingers brush across Lucie's small patch of public hair and make for her smooth hairless slit. Her fingers explore the slightly sticky furrow between the plump lips. The older woman's fingers begin to rub the sensitive insides of the girl's sex, as she would rub herself when masturbating. Lucie reacts immediately to the older woman's practiced touch. She can no longer concentrate on the nipples and slumps against Manon who takes the opportunity to completely remove her swimsuit. Lucie is sitting between Manon's legs with her back to her. Manon uses both her hands to help the twelve year old climax. She uses the fingers of one hand to stroke her clitoris and with her other hand she slides her fingers into the girl's wet vagina. She is pleased to discover the absence of a hymen, although the girl's hole will only accommodate two of her fingers. Manon's attention quickly produces a desired result; Lucie's body and legs begin to twitch and shake as she gives in to a powerful orgasm. The 12 year old settles against her older lover, her body limp and spent. Manon caresses her dishevelled hair and whispers into her ear: "I think you enjoyed yourself my sweet lover? Are you not glad you met me today?" Lucie feels too drained and confused to answer. She can barely comprehend what has happened and is content to feel Manon's soft warm curves against her own body. "Manon has given her sweet little lover a wonderful climax. Do you not think it is time that she have an orgasm of her own? Come, let us go to the bed." The older woman stands up and pulls Lucy to her feet. At the other end of the caravan, past a stove, fridge and toilet is double bed which takes up the entire width of the unit. The bedspread is a grey pastel colour with a lighter paisley pattern; a dozen matching pillows are scattered about the bed. Manon helps the young naked girl onto the bed and stands, admiring her nubile body. The 12 year old feels self-conscious under her gaze but is distracted by the woman pulling off her black bikini bottom and stepping out of them. She stands naked in front of her young lover whose eyes are drawn to the dark triangle between her legs. Her pubic hair is darker than the light brown hair on her head and is carefully trimmed. Lucy can see wrinkled inner labia peeking out between her hairy vulvae. Manon rubs the folds between her legs and says to Lucie: "Lover, you can give me the most pleasure with your tongue. Please will you lick my sweet pussy for me?" And without waiting for a reply, Manon climbs on to the bed and straddles the young girl's recumbent body. Pausing to plump a couple of pillows and setting them behind Lucie's head, she lowers her sex onto the 12 year olds face. Lucie already knows what to do; she uses her tongue to bisect the now moistened lips and savour the woman's unique taste. It is strong, tart and musty, with a suggestion of sweat, a hint of urine and the flavour of Manon's exclusive perfumed scent. Lucie uses her tongue in the way she learned with Lilou, alternatively licking and sucking. Manon is soon riding on the crest of a climax and she cries out: "Lucie, use your fingers darling. Please fuck my cunt with your fingers...." Lucie injects her fingers into the woman's wet hole and thrusts into her in the same way as she was herself penetrated minutes ago. Manon swivels her ample hips to meet the girl's stabbing. She reaches behind herself and hooks two fingers into her own back passage. Lucy can feel the fingers pressing against her own through the thin membrane separating the woman's two orifices. It does not take long for Manon to reach her climax. But she hasn't had enough. She pivots her body so that she is facing Lucie's crotch and begins licking and sucking her 12 year old pussy. The young girl opens her legs to receive her capable mouth and renews her own onslaught on Manon's hairy slit. They continue this way until each has another climax. Manon takes Lucie in her arms and the two rest for a moment in the caravan's air conditioned comfort. "You are a wonderful lover darling," Manon says, caressing the young girls hair and face. "I want you to come and visit me every day, so we can spend the afternoon in each others arms." "What about your husband?" Lucie asks her. "Faw! What about him? He is too busy with his golf and shooting to care what I do." Lucie realizes she has been so enraptured by Manon, she has hardly given a single thought to Lilou the whole day. It dawns on her that if her young lover knew what she had done she would be terribly hurt. She would be broken hearted. Lucie attempts to explain to Manon. "I am sorry, she says. I can't see you again, at least for another week. My girlfriend would not understand." "Your girlfriend? You said you have one, but is she here, in the camp? What is her name? Do I know her? Please tell me Lucie." Lucie keeps silent and refuses to elaborate, despite Manon's repeated questioning. She is deathly afraid that Manon may confront Lilou, and should the two meet, the older woman will discover Lucie's real age. "I am sorry I'm late," she tells Manon. "I have to work at the restaurant tonight," she says and leaves the bed and begins to step into her swimsuit which has lain abandoned on the floor. "Let me walk you out lover," Manon says and searches for her own clothes which she had discarded a couple of hours ago. Manon dresses and follows Lucie out of the caravan and along the path towards the recreation centre. Lucie wants to be alone because she is afraid someone will see the two of them together. She stops and holds out her hand to the older woman and says: "Goodbye Manon, I wish to be alone now." Manon gives her a nod and look of understanding. She takes her hand and pulls Lucie close and envelopes the 12 year old in a tight hug. She presses her lips to the young girls' and gives her bottom a final squeeze. Lucie tries to duck her embrace but does not succeed. She disentangles herself from the woman's and and runs off toward the beach.