First off, let me start of by saying that the when you walked into the restaurant I fell in love with those tits. The heat in Rome was obscene. Everyone was dressed down to survive and your low cut top that must have skirted your areola left little to the imagination and despite your best attempts to cover them, your rock hard nipples when you sat under the aircon vent could have been used to dial a phone.
I think I got away with staring; your husband was arguing with your kids too much to notice me and my wife had her head in the wine list. Luckily our accents gave us away as fellow countrymen and even luckier that your spouses worked in the same industry, otherwise we’d never have started talking and they’d never have been so engrossed in shop talk to see us flirt. Of course I say flirt but we’d both been so long in our relationships that longer than average eye contact constituted a hot connection for both of us.
It was something about the way you looked at me as you stood up to go to the bathroom that made me follow. Don’t ask me what, and usually I’d have considered it being a massive sleaze to follow someone like that but my gut (and now semi hard cock watching your ass) told me I had to go. And there you were, as I weaved my way past kitchen staff and into the back, head sticking out of the door smiling at me and raising an eyebrow.
The minute I stepped in you devoured me. I hadn’t had a tongue that far down my throat for a long time. I wanted to feel every part of you with my hands; your ass was firm, your tits magnificently big, but before I could get my hands inside your top you’d dropped down and were at my fly getting my cock out. My god I almost blew my load there and then as you took my whole shaft in one go.
But I’m glad I didn’t. Not that I let you keep going too long, but I had to get inside you. The way you whipped those knickers off I could spot how wet you were, but when you presented that ass of yours, a slight glisten of moisture present on your pussy lips: amazing. I don’t know what your exercise routine was but your pelvic floor could have outdone Arthur in pulling the sword from the stone. If I disappointed you by coming too soon, I apologise, but no man could withstand the power of your vagina.
I’m not one to dump and run, and I know I just made more of a mess, but I couldn’t leave without reciprocating. My cum dripping from your cunt helped though, I think, and with your skirt up above your waist any drips were just falling on the bathroom floor. I don’t know if it was the way you gripped my forearm to increase the pressure of my fingers on your clit, me sliding my two fingers deeper into you from behind our our tongues working hard with each other but you shook like you were about to pass out. I’m glad the sink was there for you to lean on.
But what I loved the most was that once we were back at the table, we were done. We left once bills were paid; kids begging for gelato, and walked off our separate ways, likely never to meet again. You’ll forever be a wonderful memory.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ca702m/a_family_vacation_thank_you_mf
Great story thank you