Let’s start from the beginning. From my first time. Almost first time. Her name was Alice and she lived in Venice. She had some to Florence to celebrate her birthday with some friends. She was turning 18 and so was I. That day the destiny thought daring to cross our paths. It was a Friday evening in March and I was enjoying an aperitivo sitting outside with some friends when she sat with her friends at the next table.
At the beginning I noticed her for her short, blondish hair and red lipstick. She had dressed like a woman, overdoing it like girls often do. She wore a black leather like skirt with black fishnet stockings and on top a white shirt, transparent enough to show the black bra and light enaugh to reveal the small beasts hidden in the padded bra.
It wasn’t long after she sat down that the celebration picked up and drinks were flowing. I thought how I could start talking to her and I resorted to the oldest trick “can I borrow your lighter” I said “is that all you want to borrow ” she answered flirtatious. We began talking and as the drinks increased so did my excitement about the night’s prospect.
I had never had sex before and I thought that night would be my first. I though Alice would be my first. The bench at the bar let us sit very close to each other and soon her body was close to mine. Our legs rubbing with every movement, our hands connected under the table, unknown to the others. Being taller than her I had a great view inside her shirt, slightly unbottoned, revealing small beasts, mostly covered by her bra, but when she leaned forward I could get a small hint of her areola, pink, almost exactly the same color of her skin, but enaugh to know that just a little bit further and it would reveal her nipples.
You should know that I adore female nipples, of all types, sizes and colors. From the dark, small areola and big nipples of Asian girls to the chocolate kisses of black girls. To the cream color and rugged texture of Nordic girls when they become excited. Nipples are the eyes of your body and I intended to see what hers looked like.
I noticed that she had finished her cigarettes so I suggested that we walk together to the automatic machine in the square. The look she gave me let me know that my suggestion was not as smoothly delivered as I had thought. At this point my dick was doing the talking and he wanted to play.
We walked along the river to piazza santo spirito, i didn’t know what to say or do since my dick isn’t very good at conversations, the silence was embarrassing. After we picked up cigarettes and sat on a bench to smoke.
5 minutes went by with no words spoken. At this point she stood up and as I was thinking that I had blown my chance to kiss her my other half of the brain remarked what a nice ass I had in front of me. “What is that” she said pointing at the old tower of San.Francesco. “Let’s go I’ll show you” I said, feeling that not all was lost.
The tower has a small opening through which you can enter to arrive at a fountain with the statue of San Francesco. There is only a dim light and the entrance is so dark that unless you have been there before you would not venture further for fear of the dark. “Are you sure we can go I there ” she said.”Trust me, don’t be afraid” I said, with a hint of drunken courage taking her hand in mine.
Inside the room with the fountain the light flickered and the dripping of the water muffled the sounds coming from outside. “That’s San Francesco and…” She didn’t let me finish, the nimphet, having planned all too well and having taken pleasure in my fumbling, took my face in her hands and had her lips tightly glued to mine. The kiss was akin to releasing a dam of pent up pleasure and frustration. My hands did not hesitate to pull her tight against me, finding their way over her skirt and grabbing her ass to feel the tight glutes contracting as I pulled her even closer to me, making sure to have her leg between mine so she could feel my excitement.
It wasn’t enaugh for her to tease me like that, she wanted more. She took her lips off mine just so she could look me in the eyes while she asked me to show her my dick. I didn’t hesitate, already imagining what would come after, and I opened my jeans dropped them to my knees and did the same with my boxers.
My uncircumcized dick stood up in all its glory on that brisk night, awaiting her attentions, as he stepped closer to me my heart rate doubled and I felt her hand grasping my shaft and slowly pulling back while squeezing with the thumb and the index around the base of my cock. She pulled her mouth to my ear and whispered “msturbate for me, msturbate on me”
Having no shame left and under the blessing of San Francesco I began to slowly to stroke myself, with just two fingers, not wanting to come in the hope that more games were to be played. Alice took two steps back and her eyes were fixed on my cock and a with a big smile on her face she told me to go faster. “I can’t go faster I said. It dry and it hurts” I said, making excuses to last longer. “I can help with that” she said.
Alice lifted up her skirt to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any panties, the little slut was ready all along to fulfill her filthiest desires and I was her pray that night. She came closer to me, confused about what was to happen next, was she ready for sex? How? Were? Which position? “Give me your hands” she said as she was almost in front of me. I took my hand off my dick and for a moment he just stood there alone. She put my hand on her ass and with a big smile she placed on of hers under my balls, tickling me slightly. Her look became serious, it wasn’t a joke anymore, with the other hand she grabbed the base of my dick and slowly pushed herself closer.
She was facing me, standing up, her lips close to mine but not kissing since she took great pleasure to describe what she was doing. “I’m going to rub your cock on my wet pussy” she said as she took her hand and gently spread her pussy lips to better cover my throbbing dick. I felt the warm ang wet embrace of her vulva around my cock, feeling the change in texture between her clitoris and her big lips as she slid back and forth on it.
She pushed herself even closer, letting go of her grip only to reach from behind between her butt cheeks to keep the tip of my cock pressed against her dripping pussy. I moved a little bit lower so that when stocking forward the tip of my dick would catch on the warmest part of her vaginas, which was also the wettest. I suggested that she turn around, envisioning those positions you see in porn movies when the guy spread the girl’s leg against the wall and slides in her pussy with one smooth motion. But she had no intention to fuck me that night. “Eat my pussy now” while she pushed my head down.
What the fuck was happening? I got on my knees, dick hard and wet of her juices, face between her legs, as she moved around and used her hands to position her clit on my unexperienced tongue. I kept stroking my dick, half confused by her dominating demeanor, half hopefull for a happy ending. “Don’t stop keep going” I wasn’t gonna stop. I was going to do exactly what she ordered that night. My lips no longer able to contain her dripping honey. My tongue tired and numb from running circles around her clitoris.
“Keep doing that” I’ve no idea what I’m doing “just like that”, ok, I mumble something and the vibrations from my voice reverberate in her sex, pushing her behind the limit, “I’m coming” she screamed grabbing my hair and pushing my face so hard against her cunt that I could not even breath. Her legs shaking, her breath choppy, her cunt gushing on my face, in my mouth, down my neck and my shirt. My hands still stroking my dick, so hard and swollen that in a lay stroke released all the pressure, shooting ropes of cum on the floor of the fountain, screaming inside her pussy for the strongest I’ve ever had. Catching our breath and looking at each other. “Did you cum? I would have let you fuck me”. That night I didn’t get to fuck, nor I ever saw her nipples.
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