Eloise encountered the man's private parts for the first time, even though it was covered by a thin swimsuit. Her first reaction was that the texture was different from what she had imagined, like a red-hot iron rod wrapped in a layer of soft, velvety skin.
Her second reaction was—ah, ah, she had gone mad!
In the warm pool water, her fingers felt as though they had been frozen stiff, turning into five rigid pieces of wood, taut and unsure of what position to take. "Help me, can you?" Isidore's lips were pressed against her damp temple as he patiently asked.
"It's simple," he said, "Imagine yourself as a little brown bear, picking mushrooms in the forest. The mushrooms are growing so firmly in the soil that you can't pull them out. Your hand slides from the very bottom all the way up to the cap."
He used simple language that was easy for her to understand, slowly making strange comparisons, though it was unclear whether he was explaining something or teasing her. It was probably more teasing than anything—toward the end, the laughter in his voice grew stronger, driven by her clumsiness.
That large hand wrapped around her small one, curling her four fingers, just like when her teacher had guided her hand to write as a child. With the preparations complete, it was time to put everything into practice.
He held her hand firmly between two bodies, with a forceful "No one is allowed to be a coward" attitude, and pulled out a thick, hard, and erect organ. The resistance of the water reduced some of the elasticity, and the round tip pressed against her abdomen with a dull, "crushing" sensation.
From Eloise's perspective, she couldn't see it, nor dared to look. She only felt the spot that was touched burn with an unusual heat, which soon turned into an inexplicable itch. The undeniable heat and itch stole ninety-nine percent of her attention, leaving her body weak and limp, like a pancake, spread out on him.
Their current position resembled a hot dog wedged between two slices of bread, utterly bizarre. Isidore was a person who valued efficiency. Once he realized a position was inconvenient for movement, he would quickly change it.
He lifted her by placing one hand under Eloise's backside, and her upper body rose uncontrollably out of the water with the sound of splashing. Caught off guard, she couldn't even manage a scream. Her back arched like a shrimp, and her arms, forming a circle, tightened around his shoulders.
The cool air surged from all directions, but it didn't have time to touch her skin. Isidore quickly unfurled the large towel from the wooden tray on the shore and wrapped her up in it.
She was placed sitting on a protruding stone beneath the water, her lower body positioned near the solid muscles of his abdomen, just below his chest. At last, there was a small distance between their lower bodies, and their position formed a stable triangle.
This position allows Isidore to swing his hips and use his large, bulging penis to gently tap her delicate inner thigh. He transformed her from a pancake into a puddle of water, warmth spreading from his shoulder, flowing all over her upper body.
Her lightweight little tender breasts hung like water droplets, swaying back and forth and slapping his shoulder with a "pat-pat" sound. He was still not satisfied, so he then pressed his penis against the indentation created by the swim trunks, applying a gentle pressure as he rubbed against it.
Eloise had a huge sense of impending danger that seemed to be thrusting by him at all times, and she was so nervous that she forgot to be shy. She put her fingers on the root of his erect penis, which was covered in hair, and pushed it back and forth, making noises like "hmmm" in a naive attempt to ward off the danger.
She had no control over herself and was instead forced by Isidore to place her hands in front of her to do the hard work. "What did I just teach you?" he asked.
Eloise's fingers were trembling slightly, but she was optimistically thinking that as soon as he finished, she would be safe. Biting back the embarrassment, she formed a circle with her finger, pressing the palm of her hand against his organ and moving it back and forth.
At first, her movements were slow and awkward, but with repetition, she soon grew more skilled. Beside her ear, Isidore's breathing grew heavier, and a few sensual sounds escaped from his throat as his Adam's apple moved up and down. He even bit her ear and whispered "baby," his large hand resting on her arm, squeezing it as if he were molding a piece of clay.
In contrast to the burning sensation that spread all the way to her nape, a layer of fine, cold goosebumps rose on Eloise's back. A feeling of anger welled up inside her, and she thought, "How can he be so calm? Is this just his rogue nature? Does he treat everyone this way?"
The lady' thoughts were truly strange and hard to guess. The more relaxed and indulged Isidore appeared, the angrier she became. She tightened her grip, applying more force as if to vent her frustration, as though she were determined to pull the "mushroom" out.
However, Isidore was tough, with skin as rough as leather and muscles like steel. In the end, all he did was let out a muffled groan and take a quick breath of cold air, and his organ "puffed" and hit her hand.
After he was satisfied, he lowered his head to kiss her, but she avoided it, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest. Coldly, she said, "Is this enough? I don't want to spend money on a gynecological checkup!"
Isidore furrowed his brows. Having risen to his position, he wasn't completely incapable of guessing what a simple lady's mind might be thinking. He paused for a moment, then spoke in a deep voice, "No need." Eloise shot him a sideways glance. "What?" In his dark, deep eyes, there was a hint of sincerity that didn't seem dismissive. "You don't need to get a checkup."
Eloise stared at him in a daze, an inexplicable sense of joy spreading in her heart. However, when Isidore leaned in again, she unexpectedly raised her hand that filled with semen and slapped him lightly but firmly on the face, causing his head to turn to the side.
Before Isidore could react, she quickly crawled up to the shore. After running a few steps, she dared to turn around and face his dark, handsome face. In a moment of abandon, she made a reckless grimace, intentionally showing her disdain to shame him: "It's not even dark yet, you big! Bully!"
