My wonderful adventure in ITALY
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We went from bar to bar and the night just got better and better. It was still early and we were all in good spirits, the streets smelt of Jasmine and when bustling through the small streets the smell of Petrol permeated the air. Small cats lingered by the trash cans and the sense of being in such a magical city filled us all with confidence I cannot explain.
I decided to go and mix with some of the people in my hostel in a local bar, it was the first time I had actually enjoyed mixing with them and I figured most of them were actually quite good fun. We drank, we talked and we danced to Italian pop music.
In our next bar we got talking to a group of women, all Italian nationals, they were all really nice but one really stood out to me. She had dark curly hair and mischievous green eyes, her body slim and petite but with an ass that would have made Kim Kardashian jealous. She and I talked for hours, her English was perfect and she told me all about Italian life and how hard she and her friends worked. She was funny and had such cute little quirks.
I was really into her, she was stunning and so interesting. She also seemed to be quite interested in me. My group of hostel friends were moving onto another bar and so were her friends but we decided to stay, I didn’t know if I was making a mistake leaving my group but I figured even spending another hour or so with this woman was worth it.
We grabbed another drink and carried on talking when we had both finished she tried ringing her friends who weren’t answering their phones and I didn’t have a phone number of anyone from the hostel. She shrugged and I figured our night would end there but then she said:
‘Hey, do you want to come to my apartment? We could have another drink there whilst we try and figure out where our friends have gone’
Of course, I agreed and we set off to her place. It was a small apartment in the middle of the city, it overlooked lots of other apartments and the streets of Italy. She lived alone and had decorated the place with a bohemian-chic twist, tapestry, and mismatched furniture were sprinkled about the apartment and it perfectly represented the little I knew about her.
She poured us both a glass of red wine and we sat on her floor, under us was a red shaggy rug. She looked beautiful, the sun setting behind her, her eyes twinkling and her breasts pushing at her t-shirt.
As we were talking she leaned in for a kiss, her sweet smooth lips against mine felt like heaven. I moved my hand and put it around the back of her neck. feeling her soft hair under my fingertips.
We made out for a while, she slid her tongue into my mouth and I knew this woman meant business. She moaned a little as we made out, she now had her own arms wrapped around my neck. I moved away from her lips and began kissing her neck, gently pecking at her and running my tongue behind her ear, she thrust her head back and moaned again. I kept on kissing her neck and made my way down to her shirt, gently unbuttoning it and placing kisses along her chest. She stopped me and told me to come to her bedroom.
She went to the bathroom and left me on her bed. When she came out she crawled up the bed towards me and began making out with me again. She began by pulling off my shirt and then undressing. She straddled me, her skirt now up around her waist and wearing just her bra. I unclasped it and revealed her small breasts, I kissed them and squeezed them with my hands, my cock throbbing and begging to be released from the constraints of my pants.
I grabbed her ass, pulling her in closer to me, it felt amazing under my fingers. My cock was now desperate to be inside of her but I knew I had to wait, I had to be patient. I wanted to go down on her, taste her sweet, Italian pussy. I flipped her around onto her back, kissed down her entire body before reaching her panties, sliding them off her legs and opening her legs, looking at her perfect pussy. It was glistening with her juices, she was as wet as I was hard. I parted her pussy lips and began sucking on her sweet clitoris, she was riding my face as I sucked her pussy dry.
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