When I arrived at my father’s in Italy, I was relieved. I had split up with my boyfriend and wasn’t exactly happy about it, but he had cheated on me and after two years, he wasn’t coming up with anything new in bed! Here in Italy, on the other hand, sexual stimulation was bubbling around in every corner. Attractive men and proud, beautiful women! Since I wasn’t averse to either and the sun and the sea kissed my skin, my hormones were soon bubbling over. Something had to happen, and fast! So to prepare myself for my evening man hunt, I first took a long shower and soaped myself thoroughly from head to toe. Of course, my Lady Shave razor also came into use.
When my legs were as smooth as a baby’s bottom, I continued shaving between them. The anticipation of what I hoped would be a good fuck was already running through me so much that I could hardly stand it any longer. When all the hairs were removed, I lay down by Daddy’s pool, as wet as I was, and enjoyed my own hands! I stroked my inner thighs with one hand, stopping millimeters from the wet middle. The other ran up my stomach to my sweet and still wet breasts. I circled my nipples with my fingers, stroked them with the palm of my hand, torturing myself a little, because I knew that once I reached my pleasure zone, it would take less than two minutes! When my hands could no longer be controlled and landed between my lips, the sweet juice was already running down my back door. I gently rubbed my little pearl and shortly afterwards came to climax with violent vibrations. Unfortunately, I was quickly interrupted from my relaxation as my father had just come home.
When he saw me, he just grinned and asked me if I was enjoying the sun… If only he knew how much! I quickly disappeared into the bathroom and finished getting ready. Since I had flown to Italy without any friends, I now had to explore Messina alone. But I was extremely sociable and was practically not afraid of anything! So no problem! All I needed was a good location that I could get into. Because despite being 18, I looked just like I was 16 with my height of 1.66 cm, 52 kg, barely any hips and A-size breasts. Thank God my dad was busy and so I disappeared into the warm night without having to explain to him about my forbiddenly short skirt. I didn’t have to walk far before I came across the Picanto, a lounge bathed in dark red light, full of my target audience! Men over 35, women over 18… This was the right place for me! I had no problems at the bar and ordered a Pernod first. It didn’t take three minutes before the first guys were checking me out with their eyes so much that I could feel electric shocks between my legs again.
Now I just have to choose one, I thought, but it was already too late! Just as I turned back to the bar, he was standing next to me! 1.80 cm, slightly grey hair, dark eyes like fire… Perfect! My name is Massimo, he said in the voice of a god. I introduced myself as Melissa, which was of course a lie, but my father was well known here and could easily have been a friend of Massimo’s. Do you drink Pernod, he asked? I would have liked to have spared myself this banter and gotten straight to the point, but I didn’t want to seem horny (although I definitely was, given this man)… Yes, I replied, do you have any at home? He smiled and understood. Bull’s eye! We left the bar a short time later and had two more Pernods, and I felt so intoxicated and free thanks to this considerably older man and the alcohol that I followed him into his apartment without suspicion. I just wanted to tear him to pieces, I was more greedy than I had been in a long time! When we finally got to him, I kissed him immediately, pressed him against the wall and pushed my tongue violently and completely uncontrollably against his.
My predatory instincts were awakened and hard to control. He was still smiling, didn’t say a word and let me do as I pleased. At least that’s what I thought, because suddenly the tables turned and I let him take the scepter from my hand without resistance. He carried me like you would carry a child and I wrapped my legs around his hips and didn’t stop sucking on his lips. My skirt was now sitting on my stomach and so he let me slide onto his bed. He lay on top of me and I felt his full weight on me, which turned me on extremely because I was at his mercy and his masculine power. I didn’t just feel inferior, I was! He held my arms above my head with just one hand. I had no chance! His other hand dug under my shirt, up between my breasts and gently closed around my neck. His fingers stroked my lips and he whispered in my ear in Italian that I shouldn’t move! I obeyed… He let go of my hands, pulled me up so he could take off my shirt, underneath which I was naked, and pushed me back into his mattress.
His tongue ran from my lips to my ear, along my neck and finally down to my breasts. He played around my nipples so gently that I wanted to scream and I felt my little white panties getting soaked. He kissed my stomach for an endless amount of time, slowly going deeper and deeper, opened my skirt and pulled it off me with a single tug. His head wandered between my legs, inhaled my scent deeply and kissed me through my panties. I almost went mad, wanted to touch him, but I didn’t dare. His tongue ran over the wet material, hit my swollen pearl right on the spot, sucked on my labia and drove me completely crazy. Then he took his finger and carefully pushed the panties to the side and licked up my juice. His horny tongue moved over and over over my clitoris as he penetrated me with his finger. I didn’t mean to be so loud, I just lost my composure because he wasn’t just pulling his finger in and out, he was moving it back and forth inside me, hitting my G-spot directly.
He knew exactly what he was doing and he did it perfectly! And those lips and his tongue, which were relentlessly pampering my little pussy… I couldn’t take it anymore, I came in violent spurts and pushed my lower body towards him. When I opened my eyes again, he was lying next to me, with a mighty hard-on and that smile again. I didn’t take as much time as he did, I just wanted his cock, in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass, no matter where! I left his upper body and lay between his legs. I smelled his sperm through his skin while I began to massage his balls with my tongue. That in turn turned me on so much that I let my own hand slide between my legs and penetrated deeply. Massimo watched me, this time I smiled. Meanwhile my tongue wandered under his balls, towards his perineum and anal sphincter. I licked myself deeper and deeper between his hard cheeks, slowly letting a finger wander into his sweet ass and moving it carefully, back and forth in circles.
By now he was freaking out, and even though I still didn’t have his cock in my mouth, it was bobbing up and down. I took pity on him, left my little massage finger where it was and started to suck and lick his glans, jerking his shaft and devouring more and more of his delicious wand. He moaned for ten and his pulsating penis signaled to me that he couldn’t last much longer, so I ended my finger blowjob and sat down on his best piece. The resistance at the first penetration was enough and we moaned loudly to orgasm… Lazy but happy, I strolled home early in the morning, thinking that this was the best start to a vacation ever and that I would pick up a cute chick in the same bar tomorrow! After all, I’m still here for two weeks.