Il Valentino Italiano - Sex Stories

Il Valentino Italiano

... but a permanent relationship would have failed; given three more months she would have realized that, to her sorrow. Since I have come here you are the first woman I have been with. And the first American. Based on you, all women in this country are superb lovers, much better than the French.” This pleased Teresa, to know she had provided him with a new experience. “You must develop a social life, discover the delights of Pittsburgh, the remainder of the country, while you are here.” “Of course you are correct, but I find I am in need of a guide. Everything here is so confusing. Would you be my companion?” From the tone of voice, the tenderness with which he held a breast, and, of course, from the intensity of the love-making they’d just shared, it was clear what he was asking of her. He wished her to become his concubine. Teresa paused, just long enough to ensure in her own mind that this, indeed, was what she yearned, truly desired. Although she’d been in bed with other men since her marriage to Will so many years ago, she’d not honestly taken a lover, one who would provide a continuing erotic and yet cerebral relationship, and this was certainly what Antonio was asking for. And then in her mind she heard Will encouraging, ‘It’s all right; do what you wish.’ “I would be happy to escort you from time to time.” “And your husband, he will not object?” “I feel sure he will be accepting.” They sealed their pact with a kiss, and then another kiss, which led to additional ...

... stroking of bodies, which in tranquil time led to coitus. For the next forty minutes, while the sun set over the river and the world went dark, the mistress coupled with her Lothario. A full repertoire was utilized, butterfly to perfumed garden to spooning. Teresa roared in nearly continual apogee, Antonio luxuriated in the atmosphere of aphrodisia until, at long last the woman beside him once again drew the hallowed elixir from his loins. While gathering their breath, only the tips of their fingers touching, the lovers realized their time together was drawing short. Trips were made to the toilet, clothes gathered and donned, cell phone numbers exchanged, the drive was made to her automobile, still parked in the mall lot. Through it all, the couple continued to smile, in remembrance of the afternoon past, and in anticipation of trysts yet to come. “ Con te partirò,” she lamented. Time to say goodbye. Both desired a final embrace, a passionate kiss, but the exposed locale denied them this final feat of flirtation. “Ciao!” “Fino a quel momento, ” he added. Till the next time. And she was driving from him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The remainder of her evening was frittered in indulgences, a long bath surrounded by candles, attention to nails on her fingers and feet. It would have been impossible not to review the erotic adventure of the afternoon and, to her surprise, she hungered for further amorous attentions from her other lover. With twenty minutes remaining until he returned home, she lit ...