Caroline's Lasting Desires - Sex Stories

Caroline's Lasting Desires

... it didn’t. I just had my period.” She would spend the day with sightseeing, especially in the Centro Storico, the old center of the city. And “obviously” with shopping. We agreed to meet each other at around four pm on a terrace in the vicinity of the hotel. The meeting with my Italian counterpart, and a nice female assistant, went smoothly. It was interrupted by a pleasant lunch in a small restaurant near their office. A few loose ends and the signing of some agreements were postponed until the next day. During lunch I told Giovanni that I had brought my wife with me. Apparently Nicole had wisely not informed him, leaving it up to me how I would present Caroline, and thus avoiding possible contradictions. In order to prevent a complicated explanation at dinner that evening, Caroline had agreed to play that role, albeit under her own name. As Giovanni had never met Helen and I had never mentioned her name to him, this seemed a workable policy. He said that Caroline would of course be most welcome and that he looked forward to meeting her. He and his wife would pick us up at eight. “How was your day?” I asked Caroline when we were having a cappuccino on the terrace. “Great. I’ve seen a lot of interesting things. I’ve been in the Pantheon for instance. Very impressive. I took many photographs. And I have bought interesting things. By the way, it seems as if Italians are horny from the moment they are born. That applies to both sexes. And this is not the first time I have ...

... observed that in this country.” “Did you have to fight them off?” “Well, I had my share of eager looks and gazes.” “I’m afraid that is the price you have to pay for being beautiful… And sexy. At least here. And when in Rome, do as the Romans do, enjoy it.” “I didn’t say that I did not enjoy it.” Later on, in our room, she showed me some of the results of her shopping. By putting them on. Like a mannequin on the catwalk she paraded through the room in exquisite, beautiful and hot sets of lingerie. A striking example was a pair of white panties that could be opened at the front by undoing a ribbon, arranged in a number of crosses and ending at the top into a little bow. “Absolutely stunning,” I said. “You really have to be in Italy for this kind of stuff. Well, also in other countries in Southern Europe or in France and Belgium, but in our country it’s hard to find. Tomorrow we’ll go back to the shop where you bought these delicious things; I want to buy some for Helen.” “You mean for yourself to unpack Helen,” she laughed. The lingerie might have been stunning, the short dress she had bought for the night out was awesome as well. It was made of a shiny black fabric and it left little to the imagination as to the shape of her body. At the side, next to her left breast, a row of buttons started, the last of which being located well above the lower edge of the dress, thus creating a split. At the back it was low cut in a V-shape that ended just above her lovely butt. She enhanced her ...