Caroline's Lasting Desires - Sex Stories

Caroline's Lasting Desires

... beauty with glistening jewelry in her ears, around her neck and her wrists, not to mention her fingers. And with open black shoes with very high heels. Her make-up, with dark eye shadow, suited the occasion. She looked gorgeous. “You will have your share of eager looks again tonight,” I said. “Do you have any idea where we are going?” “I’m not quite sure, but I do have a presumption. Since Nicole talked about a smart club, I guess we’ll be taken to a place that Giovanni has mentioned to me earlier. It is a typical ‘members only’ club and it seems to be a combination of a restaurant and a nightclub. If my memory serves me well, it is called ‘La Casa del Diavolo’ . That might give you an idea of what to expect.” “Exciting!” Giovanni and his beautiful wife, who as I later learned was called Angelina, were waiting for us in the lobby as we arrived downstairs. I shook hands with his wife and introduced Caroline, who then said in perfect Italian, “Mi chiamo Caroline. Piacere di fare Sua conoscenza.” “Will you ever stop surprising me?” I said to her when we were seated in the back of the car. “To be honest, I hope you never will. All your surprises turn out to be delicious.” She smiled and kissed me. My presumption about the destination was correct. The place was sparsely lit, mostly by candlelight. There was live music in the form of a young woman playing a piano, positioned next to a small stage. As we were guided to a reserved table, heads turned to admire the ladies. Giovanni ...

... arranged Caroline to be seated at his right hand and Angelina at mine. When I said to Angelina that her name fitted her appearance perfectly, Caroline intervened. “ Stai attento , he is a naughty boy and likes flirting. If you reprimand him, he will say that he is just giving credit where it’s due.” Laughter between the four of us. During dinner, Angelina was very pleasant company, and I was convinced that Giovanni enjoyed Caroline’s, especially as she was able to express herself in fluent Italian. Towards the end, whereas the dessert was being served, both ladies excused themselves, and Giovanni said that he was impressed by the beauty, intelligence and command of the Italian language of my wife. “You must be very proud of her.” “I am, thank you. You have every reason to be proud of yours too.” After the ladies had returned, something happened that I was expecting all evening. The curtain behind the small stage was opened and spotlights were switched on. Accompanied by prerecorded music, a sparsely dressed girl appeared on the stage, and started a skillful striptease. Meanwhile we were offered digestives. The ladies accepted, but Giovanni declined because he had some driving to do, and I because of reasons I didn’t want to explain. When the girl was completely naked, she descended from the stairs in front of the stage and mingled with her audience. Some of the male guests were approached in a rather intimate way, and it seemed normal that they in turn touched her breasts and ...