Emma Watson Tries Italian Sausage - Sex Stories

Emma Watson Tries Italian Sausage

... the car park quickie. Some regard these as dangerous fucks. And I would agree.

As I stood in a group in the middle of the large room, I saw a fellow who caught my eye. He had those long dark lashes that most women would kill for, and he had that gaze that I found unable to ignore. ear her gaze away. He wore an Armani suit, with his tie in a tight knot around his throat. His dark hair and slightly olive complexion made me think that he must be Italian. He looked to be over forty which was fine by me. I have fantasised about having some incredibly older man teaching me all sorts of erotic delights.

My mind wandered and I imagined what it might be like to be fucked by him. To be his for a night to share the majesty of his body, and to share the passion. Balls! After three drinks I was fantasying about sex again, dreaming of having rough and unattached sex, with me against a wall with my dress drawn up, and with one leg curled around him as he pumped his hard cock into me again and again. He shifted his gaze and I lost him in the noisy crowd. Someone spoke to me, but I had lost my train of thought.

Did I fancy him? You bet. He was definitely a possible screw. Over the next twenty minutes, we passed each other and I was positive that he had given me the look. You know the one that says "I want to get in your knickers!" But he seemed to not want to introduce himself. Maybe something stopped him. Was he married? Afraid?

I looked around the sprawling room for him, more ...

... determined now to seek the mystery man out. I had a sort of gut feeling that he might be something special. He had a sophisticated air about him, almost menacing, and for me, that impression was a thorough turn-on. I saw him talking to another group of people. All men and I hoped upon hope that he wasn't gay. I decided to be bold and I made a beeline for him. I tapped him on the shoulder and smiled at him.

"Hi, I'm Emma Watson, how are you?"

I kicked myself for sounding almost idiotic as I must have gone quite red.

"Si, signorina. mi chiamo Enzo."

He rested his hand on my arm, and then he moved it to my waist, I liked that, too.

"Do you speak English? Or French?" I asked.

"No. Sono Italiano."

I froze on the spot as he spoke in that sexy accent. I felt tingly all over when he caressed my left hip and continued onto my backside. He pressed on my bum to pull me closer to him. In fact, we were now so close that I didn't think anyone could see between us. I scanned the crowd and there didn't seem to be anyone watching in any obvious way.

We just looked into each other's eyes with no words. But body language speaks volumes and I think he knew how I wanted so much to kiss him and hold him. Not possible in this public place. To my surprise and utter delight, Enzo took me by the hand and led me away. To where I had no idea. Just as I had no idea who he was other than eye candy for a little madam such as me. We pushed through the crowd and at one point Letitia ...