Caroline's Lasting Desires - Sex Stories

Caroline's Lasting Desires

... street, in the shadow of some old oak trees. Caroline had fastened her blouse with a knot just below her tits. Wearing panties was not an issue, and she left enough buttons of her skirt open to flash her cream puff. We were having sandwiches and chardonnay. The lovely looking young woman who served us could not take her eyes off Caroline. She was dressed in an all-black outfit, consisting of a top and tight pants, showing off a beautiful butt. Caroline was well aware of the interest of the girl and their covetous looks, crossing each other frequently, spoke volumes. “Do you imagine to address the people of Umbria again later on? For instance with the kind of speech you delivered years ago when we were fucking on that hill, after you had told me the story of your actions in the church?” “I might.” She wanted to visit the ladies’ room before we left. Apparently she hadn’t spent all she had in store earlier or the wine had created the need. As soon as she had entered the building, the young woman, who had been standing on the other side of the street next to the door, turned around and went inside too. Coincidence? Caroline took her time. When she eventually returned she was smiling, and looked like a puss that had been at the cream. “Something satisfying must have happened in there,” I said. She let her index finger slide under my nose. It had the unmistakable scent of female juices. As it turned out not hers. “Quite so! I had a very nice encounter with that lovely girl who ...

... served us. She followed me and slipped together with me into the ladies’ room. After locking the door she came into action immediately. Standing behind me she cupped one of my tits with one hand and unbuttoned my skirt with the other. Then she started finger-fucking me fiercely. I reached behind me and grabbed between her legs. Her pants felt moist. As soon as she had opened them and pulled them down, I went into her sodden little honey pot. We moaned. She said if I wanted to pee, I should do that over her hand, which I did. Eventually we both had a roaring orgasm.” “I’ve seen you being extremely horny in the past, but today you seem almost too hot to handle.” “You can handle me. Being caressed and fingered by a lovely woman is very nice, but it doesn’t weigh up to playing with your fucking pistol and feeling your hot milk squirting into my cunt, or any other hole for that matter.” We drove further to the north, into the Province of Perugia. Caroline remained completely naked, save her jewelry, and adopted every provocative pose she could think of. Among them kneeling on her seat, showing off her butt trough the windscreen. Facing the back of the car, she noted that we might fold down the backseat, enabling her to lie in the trunk with her legs spread, and with the back door open. “You have been very, very naughty in that restaurant, you filthy, cum-begging bitch. You have been seducing that girl by putting your sizzling hot, please-fuck-me body on display and by casting sultry ...