Three Day Leave Day 1 - Sex Stories

Three Day Leave Day 1

... her. Eric also said he probably would not see me again until it was time to return to the ship. Our tour began with a history lesson on Naples: Maria explained that Naples was the third largest city in Italy. It is located on the south-central west coast of Italy with Rome being about one hundred twenty miles to the northwest. It is a very old city with some buildings, still in use, dating to the tenth century and earlier. We were to visit some of the museums and other attractions. Mount Vesuvius was clearly visible in the distance. Our tour carried us to the Teatro San Carlo and the Palazzo Reale, The Villa Comunale, a large park with Naples's aquarium and to a sidewalk café on the Via Roma where we shared a late lunch of bread, cheese and a bottle of wine. We held hands as we strolled down the streets and through the old buildings. We could have been mistaken for lovers. After our lunch we took a ride on one of the funicular railways, (this is a cable-operated tramway that resembles a ski lift). Seated beside her on the narrow bench seat, our bodies touching, I could feel the warmth of her thigh against mine. Placing my arm around her shoulders, I turned toward her and she toward me - we kissed. As Maria placed her arms around my neck, I could feel her firm breasts pressing into my chest and against the inside of my upper arm. She let her left hand drift down across my chest and stomach, and come to rest on the inside of my left thigh. My response was immediate. Constrained ...

... by the tightness of my trousers, the erection was almost painful. I blushed in my embarrassment. Looking into my eyes with a mischievous smile, Maria placed her hand over my member and gently squeezed. Taking my hand, she placed it on her firm breast and then kissed me in the most sensual and erotic manner I had ever experienced. Sitting back in her seat as if nothing had passed between us, she said we should probably return home for dinner and a good nights sleep. We had planned an all day trip to visit Pompeii and Herculaneum the following day. After dinner, I visited with the family for a short while relating our adventures of the day, except the encounter on the train. Everyone had retired for the night by 2200 (10:00 P.M.). I was shown to a small bedroom where I proceeded to undress down to my skivvies and climb into bed. Erotic thoughts of Maria ran through my mind and I was tempted to masturbate. (During my years in the Navy, I spent many days at sea and found sexual release by "whacking-off" in the shower. So much so that for twenty years thereafter I think I got an erection every time it rained). Still, re-living, and relishing, Maria's boldness, I heard the door to my room open. Maria came into my room. She carried an old-fashioned oil lamp and a bottle of wine. Her only garment was a nightgown. Made of a pale green diaphanous material, the short gown only served to accentuate the delicious charms of her tantalizing body. As she lighted several candles in the room, ...