Caroline's Lasting Desires - Sex Stories

Caroline's Lasting Desires

... her butt. In one case she even let herself feel up between her legs. Caroline bent over to me and whispered, “I would like to do what she is doing.” “This time you do not surprise me.” “I have been thinking…” She said next morning, when we were enjoying our breakfast in bed. “Ah, no doubt the dirty mind has been working.” “It has indeed. How about renting a car and driving up north tomorrow. We might explore Umbria and I’m sure there will be ample opportunities to play naughty games out there. In broad daylight. I think it will be thrilling and hot to relive some of our old adventures and to invent new ones. I feel like behaving shamelessly and dirty. And before you make a witty remark, I mean really shamelessly.” “Are you thinking of parading across the marketplace of Perugia stark naked?” “Don’t challenge me.” “Whatever, it is a wonderful idea.” On my way out of the hotel to finalize business with Giovanni, I asked the people at the reception desk whether they could arrange a car for the next day. They said I could consider it done. In the early afternoon I returned to the hotel. We had a light lunch, after which we decided to visit the remnants of the imperial palaces on the Palatine hill. That was followed by a visit to the lingerie shop, where I feasted my eyes on the tempting things they had on offer. And on the nice saleswomen, who looked somewhat curious, presumably because of Caroline’s second visit in two days. In the evening I called Helen. She reacted surprised ...

... and enthusiastically when I told her I had met Caroline. “That implies that I can meet her too in the near future. It’s not difficult to imagine what’s going on at your end. I wish you both a lot of fun. And obviously I want a detailed record.” Around ten the next morning a girl from the reception desk called to tell me that the car had been delivered by the rental company, and I went downstairs to settle the paperwork. It turned out to be a red Alfa thirty-three Sport wagon. The brown leather coating of the seats was very well suited for the actions that no doubt would be performed in the car. Before the drive up north we would have a cappuccino on the terrace where we had become regulars. Caroline’s outfit reminded me of the past. She was wearing a short denim skirt with buttons at the front, and a white blouse of a thin fabric. The sleeves were rolled up halfway her forearms. It took little effort to see that there was no bra, and after her statements of the previous day, I was curious as to whether she was wearing panties. On the other hand she was fond of teasing. This time the jewelry consisted of large earrings, a string of pearls around her neck and a number of bracelets around the right wrist. She had taken her camera. Even before the cappuccinos were served, the display of toys and candy cautiously started. First the three top buttons of the blouse were unfastened, then about half of those of the skirt. She took her time, opening them slowly, one by one. Putting one ...