When I was in my early twenties I was fortunate enough to spend two years with Marie-Helene. She was every man's Frenchgirl fantasy come true; 5'6" 120lbs, long auburn hair with blond streaks and a body that would be considered a perfect 10 by anyone's standards.
Our days and nights together were an exchange of close intimacies and sexual conquests. The particular event that sticks in my mind as I write this happened one early spring weekend at her family's chalet in the Laurentian mountains.
It was one of those first days of spring when you can wear shorts, so we threw some drinks in my backpack and hiked up to the ski hill and spread a blanket. We opened a bottle of wine and passed it back and forth and listened to the silence of the mountains, as we were the only ones up there at the time.
Marie-Helene asked me to pack a pipe of hash so I turned around to get my bag. When I turned around she had taken her shirt and bra off and sat there topless sucking on a bottle of wine, the sun beaming on her perfect Ccup breasts. I took a hit off the pipe and passed it to her while thinking this was one of those times I was grateful to be a man.
She sucked on the hash then leaned over to kiss me but instead blew smoke into my mouth. I held it in as she took my shirt off then stood in front of me, her left hand caressing her tits while her right hand found its way into her tight shorts and began rubbing her shaved pussy.
By this point we both had forgotten that we were outdoors half naked on a ski hill as Marie-Helene slid off her shorts to reveal no panties and stepped closer to me as she began to finger her pussy. She withdrew her soaking finger and put it in my mouth for me to suck on then drew my face to her cunt . As I eagerly lapped her juices she grabbed the wine bottle and poured it over her breasts. I made it my business to swallow all her nectar as well as every drop of wine that poured over her tight body into my mouth and was rewarded when she pushed me to my back and literally ripped my shorts off.