The campsite cleaner changed that vacation for me

That summer Cristina was heading to Ibiza for her bachelorette party with her friends, and I couldn’t be bothered sitting at home alone counting down the days. So I booked a couple of nights at a naturist campsite near the coast of Cadaqués: a tiny bungalow, a kitchen-diner with a bathroom, and a single bedroom. I packed a few clothes in a backpack, a book, hopped on the motorbike, and hit the road.

I don’t like rushing; I prefer to enjoy the scenery, so it took me a leisurely three hours to get there. I checked in, left my things in the bungalow, and stripped off. First thing I did was take a walk around to get to know the place: the bathrooms, the pool, the bar area. I grabbed my towel and started wandering with no particular destination.

What caught my attention most was seeing the cleaning staff working nonstop. It’s nice when everything is spotless. I went into the shower block and there I ran into a Colombian girl with very dark skin. She was wearing white cargo trousers, a company polo shirt, and an orange apron, like a cook’s.

“Oh, excuse me, I’m just leaving, I don’t want to bother you,” she said, backing toward the door.

“No, not at all. You’re working, you’re not bothering me. Besides, we’re all people; I don’t think this is the first body you’ve seen,” I replied with a smile.

Even so, she waited outside for me to finish. When I came out she apologized again.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your work,” I insisted.

“No, sir, it’s no trouble at all. You enjoy your vacation,” she replied.

“I will enjoy it either way, but I feel bad that you’re stopping for me. What’s your name, by the way?”

“Yamila. And you?”

“Daniel. Nice to meet you.”

“Very kind of you, sir.”

I carried on with my route without pushing it, though I would have happily stayed and chatted with her for a while. She wasn’t very tall and had to be in her early forties. She wore red lipstick, had a sweet face, and light makeup. With the work smock on, I couldn’t tell much, but her ass stood out huge under those trousers, two tight half-moons pulling at the seam. It’s the kind of thing you notice right away, and my cock got hard thinking about what that fat ass would look like without clothes.

I went to the pool, ordered a soft drink, and took a swim. It was a family campsite, full of kids with their mothers behind them, a very welcoming atmosphere. I ordered a sandwich so I wouldn’t have to cook, then headed back to the bungalow to take a nap, but not before stopping by the bathrooms to see whether I ran into Yamila again.

I saw her in the back, busy with the showers. I went into one of the first stalls and closed the door. This is my chance. I turned on the lukewarm water and grabbed my cock, pulling the foreskin back slowly until I felt it throb in my palm. I worked it, squeezing from the base to the glans, listening to her footsteps getting closer. I imagined her coming in, seeing me hard, biting her red-painted lip. I got fully erect and a drop of precum slid down the tip. When I felt her nearby, I shut off the tap and walked out of the stall with my dick still stiff, not bothering to cover up.

“Oh, Yamila, sorry to bother you, but I turn the hot water on and it comes out cold. Could you have a look?”

“I’ll let maintenance know; they’ll fix it right away,” she said, and her eyes slipped downward for a quick look at my hard cock, lingering for a second too long before she looked away.

“Thanks, then I’ll go shower at the bungalow. Sorry for the trouble,” I added, pretending to be shy. I noticed she looked at me a couple more times and started to stumble over her words. Her cheeks had gone pink.

“No trouble at all, whatever you need.”

“What shift do you work?” I asked.

“In summer we do overtime. More people, more work, but it pays well. Today, for example, I finish at ten.”

“If it pays well, that’s what matters. See you later, Yamila, have a good day,” I said goodbye with my best smile. I would have stayed, but I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

***

Back in the bungalow I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Am I getting obsessed? She was one of those women who wore tight trousers and had everything showing, with that sweet little face and that accent that completely disarmed you. Pure tenderness. That accent was pure honey. I lay down on the bed and jerked off again, thinking about her black ass bouncing on my cock, about how her wet cunt would look opening for me. I came over my stomach in four hard strokes, gasping her name.

When I woke from my nap I went to a nearby supermarket to buy a few things, came back for an afternoon snack of fresh coffee and cookies, and picked up camping life again. I took my book — a story about ancient Rome — and sat by the pool. The best thing about that era? The same as now: women.

I made a couple of deliberate trips past the bathrooms, but no luck. In the recreation area next to the bar, the staff were organizing a ping-pong tournament and I signed up. There were people of all ages. I thought I was pretty good, but I ran into a kid who beat me effortlessly, though I had a great time. Drink after drink, it’s easy to strike up a friendship. Around eight I headed back to the bungalow and, lucky me, I crossed paths with Yamila.

“Good evening, Yamila.”

“Good evening, sir.”

“Call me Daniel, please.”

“Sorry, it’s a work habit. How was your day?”

“Very good, very pleasant. Are you starting now or finishing?”

“I’m starting a two-hour round for the bathrooms and then I’m going home.”

“Perfect, then we’ll see each other later. I like showering before bed.”

That was a lie, of course. I was just trying to set up another situation. I grabbed some shower gel and a towel and went straight to the showers. She was already working. I got into one of the first stalls and started touching myself again, even more eagerly than in the morning. I spat into my hand and spread the spit all over my cock, masturbating slowly, squeezing hard each time I worked up to the glans. The idea that she might see me had me on fire. As soon as I had it hard, properly hard, I turned off the tap as if there was no one there and kept silent, my dick pointing at the ceiling, waiting. I heard the door open and then she appeared.

“Oh, my God! Sorry, I didn’t know you were occupied,” she said, stepping out of the cubicle with her eyes fixed on the floor, though she had already looked up for a second and seen my cock fully hard.

“Yamila, calm down, it’s me. And sorry, I’m the one who should apologize for doing this here,” I replied, coming out after her so she wouldn’t walk away, my hard cock still swinging.

“I didn’t see anything, really. I’m minding my own business,” she answered, clearly nervous, swallowing hard.

“Sorry, I was a bastard. But I have to confess something: I think you’re beautiful and I didn’t have the guts to tell you. That’s why I did this stupid thing. I know I look like a kid.”

“How embarrassing. And don’t say that, I’m much older than you,” she murmured, looking away, though her eyes kept darting back to my crotch again and again.

“You didn’t interrupt anything. I like talking to you, I think you’re a sweet, friendly woman. I like being near you,” I said, taking her hand to calm her. I saw her eyes drop down again and her red lips part slightly.

“I’m working, I have to keep going.”

“What if you weren’t working? Would you stay and talk to me?”

“Maybe, I don’t know. I’m nervous.”

“My bungalow is number ten. When you’re done, come by if you want. To talk, to eat something, no strings attached. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

***

It wasn’t even nine and I was as restless as if it were a first date. I didn’t eat dinner, in case she wanted to have a bite of something. It was getting cool outside, so I waited inside and switched on a little heater. Then, suddenly, knocks on the glass door. Knock, knock.

“Come in,” I said, and my pulse quickened as I saw her walk in.

“Good evening. I’ve only come to clear up a couple of things; I don’t want any misunderstandings, okay?”

“Of course, come in, come in.”

“First, I did the work faster so I could come. And second, I’m a married woman. I shouldn’t even be here.”

“Relax, Yamila, we’re just talking. Want a soft drink?” The heater had warmed the place up and she looked flushed.

“Okay, a cola or whatever you’ve got. And another thing: you can’t go around the campsite like this, you could make people uncomfortable and get yourself into trouble. I’m saying this for your own good.”

“Thanks for the advice, but I did it for you. I didn’t know how to get your attention. Let’s say I like you,” I said, holding out a glass of cola.

Yamila drank half of it in one go. She was thirsty and sweating a little, but she was still standing, not wanting to sit down.

“Thanks. And I don’t believe I’d catch your attention. You’re young; there are lots of pretty girls here to talk to.”

“You look hot. Make yourself comfortable. At least take off the apron; you must be roasting in that. And no, it’s you I like. Your way of being: polite, kind. And very beautiful.”

“I don’t believe you, Daniel,” she said as she unfastened her apron.

“Why do you think I spent more time in the bathrooms than in the whole campsite? Why do you think I kept looking for your gaze while you were working? Why do you think I asked you to come? There may be lots of girls, yes, but I only have eyes for you. There’s something about you that calls to me and I can’t help it.”

With each word I moved closer until my hand brushed hers. Still looking into her eyes, I felt the tension growing between us. Yamila tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. She was frozen.

“If you want, I’ll back off and leave you in peace. But if you want me to kiss you, don’t say anything and I will.”

I moved closer to her face, looking at her, until I was only inches away. She kept staring at me. It was she who closed her eyes and kissed me. It was exactly what I had wanted most all day. We kissed slowly, with tongue, melting into each other, and our bodies tangled almost on their own. I had been naked from the start and felt my cock, hard again already, press against her stomach through the polo shirt.

I took off her work shirt as she lifted her arms. She pressed herself against me and unclipped her bra herself, freeing two breasts not very big but beautiful, with dark areolas and nipples begging for attention, stiff as stones. It drove me crazy just seeing that. I bent down and caught one nipple in my mouth, sucked hard, licked it in circles, nibbled the tip until she let out a low moan. I moved to the other breast and did the same while my hand squeezed the one I’d left free, tugging the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I moved my hands down to her trousers, unbuttoned them, and pulled them down in one yank along with her panties. She stood naked in front of me, a thick, very dark cunt between her legs, the lips already shining with wetness.

“And what you feel is for you,” I told her, taking her hand and placing it on my cock, which was throbbing in her palm. “And we’ve only been alone for five minutes.”

That was when she pounced on me like a wolf. She’d gotten what she wanted. She gripped my dick in her fist, pumping from top to bottom with a rage I hadn’t expected, and whispered in my ear with that honeyed accent:

“Oh, daddy, what a cock you’ve got. How hard it is for me.”

She practically shoved me to the bedroom and threw me onto the bed. In front of me, she caught her breath and knelt between my legs. She took my cock in both hands and stared at the tip for a few seconds, savoring it, before sticking out her tongue and giving me a slow lick from the base to the glans. A moan slipped out of me. She did it again, this time slowly, sucking my balls too, one first and then the other, taking them whole into her mouth. Then she slid her tongue up the shaft and took the glans between her red lips. She swallowed it whole, all the way down, without gagging, that hot mouth squeezing me like a glove. She started blowing me, pumping up and down, faster and faster, making a wet little sound each time she pulled me out of her mouth. I grabbed her head and fucked her mouth slowly, watching the saliva run down her chin and drip onto her tits.

“Fuck, Yamila, you suck so well, fuck.”

She pulled back, licked her stained lips, and smiled.

“I’ve been thinking about your cock all day, daddy.”

I lifted her onto the bed and laid her on her back. I spread her legs wide and got between them. Her cunt was soaked, the dark lips swollen and shining. I ran my tongue from below up to her clit in one long lick and she arched her back with a sharp gasp. I pressed my mouth to her, sucking her clit, circling with my tongue, sliding it into her cunt and pulling it back out. She tasted strong, like a hot woman. I slipped two fingers inside her while I kept sucking her clit, curving them upward, searching for the spot inside. Yamila was writhing on the bed, clutching her head with both hands, squeezing her tits.

“Oh, daddy, like that, like that, don’t stop, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come...”

I kept licking and fingering her until every muscle in her body tensed, she closed her legs around my head, and came with a muffled cry, soaking my chin. I stayed there for a while licking her slowly, drinking it all in, while she trembled and tugged my hair.

“You have no idea how badly I wanted this,” I murmured, kissing my way up her belly.

“I didn’t expect you to be this good,” she replied, breathless. “I never in a million years imagined you’d eat my pussy like that.”

“I want to enjoy you. No rush.”

“We can’t take too long tonight. I left early to come here, but I have to go home as usual. I don’t want my husband to suspect anything.”

“So you already knew we’d end up like this,” I said, looking at her with a hint of challenge, as I positioned myself between her legs and rubbed the glans up and down over her cunt lips.

“I didn’t know. But I was curious about you,” she answered, looking shy, though she opened her legs wider to take me in.

I pushed in slowly and sank into her cunt with one thrust. She was so wet she swallowed me whole. She let out a long moan and dug her nails into my back. I stayed still for a second, feeling her squeeze around me, and then started fucking her with slow, deep thrusts, resting on my elbows, not stopping kissing her. Every stroke drew a moan from her, each one louder than the last. I picked up the pace, bracing myself on my knees so I could give it to her harder. The bed creaked. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them while I pushed all the way in, looking at her face.

“Turn me over, daddy, turn me over, I want it on all fours,” she panted.

I put her on all fours at the edge of the bed. That huge black ass rose in front of me like a ripe fruit. I slapped it, and then again, and watched the flesh ripple. I spread her buttocks with my hands and shoved back in. I started fucking her hard, holding her by the hips, watching my cock disappear whole inside her and come out shining with her juices. She arched her back, clenched her pussy, pushed her mane of hair out of her face, and looked back over her shoulder with her red lips parted.

“Fuck me, daddy, fuck me hard, hard, like that, like that...”

I grabbed her hair and pulled, never letting go of her hip with the other hand, and gave her everything I had. The sound of my belly hitting her ass filled the room. I ran my thumb through the crease until I found her asshole and rubbed it with the pad of my finger wet with her juices. She moaned louder and pushed her ass back so I could press harder. We searched each other relentlessly, her arching her back and pushing her hair away from her face, biting the pillow so she wouldn’t scream. The tension of the whole day discharged at once between the sheets.

When I warned her I was about to come, she spun around in a flash and finished driving me over the edge with her mouth, kneeling on the floor, looking me straight in the eyes. She sucked my glans and worked me with both hands, squeezing my balls, pulling me out to lick me, then taking me back deep inside her mouth. I couldn’t hold on any longer.

“I’m coming, Yamila, I’m coming...”

She took all of it in and I started coming in her mouth in bursts. She didn’t let go; she swallowed everything, never stopping caressing me, sucking the tip to get the very last drop out of me, then slowing down, gently, her tongue cleaning my glans. When she pulled away, she opened her mouth to show me she’d swallowed it all and smiled with shining lips.

We finished quickly and lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath, with her curled against my chest and my hand lost between her buttocks.

“I’m dying to do it again with you,” I told her.

“I’m even more eager than you are,” she replied with a smile.

We said goodbye and she went home. I went outside to get some air and take in what had just happened. It was cool, but it felt glorious. That encounter would have been on my list of best ones if it hadn’t been for the rush at the end. And honestly, I already wanted more.