#tall and slim

Lisa and her husband, Mike, were on vacation in the south of France. They had arrived that morning and were exploring the little seaside town.  Lisa was trying to take a selfie of them when a handsome young photographer approached them.

“S’il vous plait,” he said, “I take for you,” he said in a heavy French accent. He took Lisa’s camera phone and took a few quick shots. As he showed them to Lisa and Mike on the screen, he tut-tutted. “Is okay, but you need much better camera,” he said. “You too beautiful for this,” he said.

Lisa blushed and laughed. Mike prepared himself, suspecting this guy was going to try to sell them a camera or try to rip them off.

“Here, I show,” the Frenchman said, taking his own DSLR camera out and snapping a few quick photos. “See, is so much better to capture her beauty,” he said show Mike the photos.

“Wow, that is much better,” Mike had to admit.

“Your wife, very beautiful,” he said. Lisa looked over his shoulder and started to blush again.  “I can take some more photos? Yes?”

“Sure,” Lisa agreed before her husband could complain.  They did various poses and moved around the street into a courtyard, then down towards the market.  Lisa was having a great time, but she could tell her husband’s patience was wearing thin.

“Honey, do you want to go back to the hotel?” she suggested in a tone of voice that expected a “No, that’s okay.”

“I dunno,” Mike said, eyeing the stranger suspiciously.

“I’ll be fine,” Lisa said, shooing her overprotective husband away.

The Frenchman turned to Mike and handed him a card. “I am Hugo,” he said, pointing to the name. Mike was surprised to see he was a professional photographer. “Your wife is good, she be okay,” he promised. 

Mike checked with his wife again and reluctantly agreed. He made his way back to the hotel. No sooner had his head hit the pillow, jet lag had caught up with him and he was out like a light. 

It was well past midnight when Mike was awoken by the sound of his wife opening the door.  “Heyy, what time is it?” he groaned.

“It’s late,” Lisa said, trying to slip into the bathroom quickly.

“I fell asleep once I got back….were you gone the whole time?” Mike asked.

“What? No, no. I saw you sleeping and went out for some dinner. Didn’t want to wake you,” she lied.  “Go back to bed,” she said softly.

Once in the bathroom, she turned on the shower and quickly washed the scent of Hugo off of her. She rubbed her pussy lips, trying to clean off more of his cum. The thought of him and his fat, strange cock made her horny all over again.  She turned the showerhead on her clit and tried to stifle her moans as she came.

The next day, Lisa said she had made plans to meet up with Hugo to look at the shots he had taken. She stifled a moan of pleasure when Mike said he would find something else to do, leaving her and her new lover time alone.