Caroline's Lasting Desires - Sex Stories

Caroline's Lasting Desires

... the plane, had pressed a button to call an attendant, as it turned out to order a drink. When she went back to the galley I noticed that the girl slightly turned her head and looked in our direction from the corners of her eyes. No doubt she was aware of what was going on. After delivering the drink she smiled at me and without sound her lips managed to communicate a word, “Enjoy.” As the aircraft was descending above the fields of Tuscany we made ourselves decent, although Caroline did not take the trouble to put on her panties. When we were eventually disembarking at Rome’s Fiumichino airport and passed the girl who had more or less witnessed our little game, she said, “Have a nice stay, sir.” And then, bending over and with a lowered voice, “I’m sure you will have a great night ahead of you to begin with.” A taxi dropped us at the smart looking hotel, not far from the Forum Romanum, around eight thirty. It was the place where I used to stay whenever I travelled to Rome and the kind people at the reception desk knew me. The appearance of Caroline was new to them, but she was received with a very warm welcome, and there were no questions asked. Just a remark by the senior official behind the desk who congratulated me with my beautiful company. “Complimenti con bella società, signore.” “Grazie. Sono felice.” Caroline smiled. “So you can speak Italian,” she said as our suitcases were brought into the comfortable room. “No I can’t. Well, a little. But you very well understood ...

... what was being said down there.” “I did, which doesn’t necessarily mean that I can fluently speak the language.” That was false modesty; the near future would prove otherwise. As soon as the boy who had brought our luggage had received his tip and left the room, she swiftly undressed. I didn’t get the chance to follow her example; she squatted, took the semi-hard rod out and put it into her mouth, meanwhile opening my pants with both hands and pulling them down. Multitasking. She got the instrument of joy hard within seconds and hungrily continued where she had left off in the air, cupping my balls, licking, biting, sucking, turning and twisting. The sexual beast was unleashed again and this was only the beginning. Then she rose and threw herself onto the large bed. “Fuck me, nasty stallion, fuck me hard and deep.” Stepping out of my pants I said, “Is it allowed to feast on your candy before I start screwing you, or do you prefer to skip that phase?” It was allowed, but not for long. Pulling my hair she shouted, “Up! I want that hot orgasm pistol in my cunt. Fuck me!” Fifteen years had to be compensated. There was no need to get up early; my meeting was scheduled for eleven o’clock. We ordered breakfast in our room. “Breakfast in bed… Brings back memories,” Caroline said. “I’m almost tempted to start a tickling game with you later on.” “Why not? That will be fun. By the way, when you said that I didn’t have to restrain myself, did that imply that you’re still on the pill?” “No ...