Caroline's Lasting Desires - Sex Stories

Caroline's Lasting Desires

... foot on a supporting bar of the small table, she made sure that I was treated with a nice up skirt view. There was a tiny white triangle. With the tip of her tongue she wetted her upper lip. The toolkit of seduction techniques had been opened too. We took the main road in the direction of Florence, intending to turn off to the east half way and to drive into the beautiful, hilly countryside of Umbria. By now Caroline had fully opened the blouse and also the skirt that was only held in place by the top button. When we passed a truck, the driver honked and put his thumb up out of the window in appreciation. Knowing full well that the magic flute would be easily accessible she took it out and played it, with her left hand and subsequently with her sweet mouth. Pre-cum was gushing out in abundance. “So, here we are, hedonistic dirty slut, in a situation that resembles a ride of many years ago, the only difference being that this time it is taking place in full daylight.” She growled, putting her right foot against the windshield and sliding her hand into her panties. “A perfect day for the sexual beast in you to be unleashed again.” “You can say that again. I’m in the mood for doing extremely wicked and naughty things and I want to display my horny, filthy, cum-begging body wherever I can.” When we had reached the province of Terni, the southern part of Umbria, and were driving along secondary roads, Caroline considered it high time to take off her skirt as well as her tiny ...

... panties. “Would you please pull over at a suitable spot?” she said. After a mile or so there was an empty parking lot to the left of the road, where one had a majestic view into a valley. “Is this suitable?” “It certainly is.” As soon as I had switched off the engine she got out and went up to the fence that lined the parking. I stepped out of the car as well, curious as to what was going to happen. “Guardami,” she yelled towards the valley, “Io vado a pisciare!” “Did I understand it correctly that you have told your audience in the valley that you are going to pee?” “You are learning fast, naughty boy. And I want you to take pictures.” I knew how to handle her sophisticated camera as I had used it on the Palatine hill. She folded her hands behind her head, parted her legs and let out the first stream. Then she started to walk around with a hand planted on her hip and with the other fondling her tits, wiggling her butt and continuing her business, enjoying every second of her show. Meanwhile a car approached and slowed down. This was a spectacle the driver didn’t want to miss. After she seemed to have finished, she sat down on her seat with her legs spread outside the car and wanted me to lick her clean, including her legs. “How do you intend to have these pictures developed?” I asked when we drove off. “There is no need for any assistance. I have my own dark room. I presume you want copies.” In a village we found a small restaurant that served lunch on the market place across the ...