One night in Italy [MF]

This happened when I was a junior in college, studying abroad in Italy for a semester.

In my program, there were 20 other students from my school, and of course we interacted a bunch with other schools, but the 21 of us spent a lot of time all together and (for the most part) got pretty close. There were of course small groups of closer friends, but we generally had a good time whenever we were all together.

There were some pretty girls in our group, but one girl especially caught my eye, call her Emma. She was short, curly brown hair and very dark eyes. Due to her size, you’d think that perky would be the right word to describe her but I don’t think that does it justice. She wasn’t particularly slim, but also not fully “curvy”. She was just right in my book. She was super fun to be around, had an amazing sense of humor, and an adorable little giggle that always made me smile.

I was not the only one who couldn’t help but be drawn to her. Whenever the guys in the group would get together, she was always a topic of conversation. Now, there was a girl in our group that would conventionally be considered “hotter” (thin, blonde, and very beautiful) but she had a boyfriend and was thus off-limits.

Over the course of the first month, every guy in our group who felt the boldness (or got enough liquid courage in him) took a shot and without fail was shut down. Always politely, always cutely, but nonetheless. We started wondering if she also had a bf that she just never talked about.

Spoiler alert: I’m happy to say that I was the guy who first got lucky and landed a night with her. But it was quite unexpected.

I definitely was not the best looking guy in our group (and definitely had a tough time competing with sharply dressed young Italian men at the bars lol). I’ve got what I’ll call a slim-athletic build. I’m in good shape and big enough, but there’s nothing particularly special, nothing that makes girls go “Wow” when they see me.

One weekend, almost all of our group had gone away, off traveling some other area. I had remained in our city, along with Emma, and one other guy named Chris. The three of us got dinner and went to a cafe to drink and sit outside. We got to talking relationships, and there Emma confessed that she was single and had been feeling lonely. I figured that night was the best shot I would ever have: no competition (chris is gay) and we’re actually having a real conversation, not just a drunken string of words. After a while, I suggested we go back to my apartment and watch a movie. Chris opted out and went home, but Emma came along.

Here I got my first hint that sone thing might happen: I had rented a bike for the semester to get around and my apartment was a bit far from the bar we were at. Emma didn’t have a bike, so I offered to let her ride mine and I would walk/jog alongside. Instead, she said she didn’t mind just sitting behind me (like a motorcycle) if I didn’t mind the extra weight. The ride home was filled with a bunch of hilarious near misses, bumps, and almost tipping over. We both laughed a lot, and I notice that she was not shy about holding on to my waist/shoulders as we drove.

We got back to my place, still laughing about how ridiculous we must have looked. My apartment didn’t have a couch or anything (had to save money somewhere), so I suggested we sit on my bed and watch something. She agreed, and so we sat side by side on my bed, watching some ridiculous rom com we found on Italian netflix.

Over the course of the movie, as things go, we both kept adjusting to make ourselves more comfortable. Slowly, we made more and more contact, our feet bumping, her knee resting against my thigh, her head dipping to my shoulder. That type of near contact got my heart pounding, as I thought about what could happen.

As the movie reached its sappy conclusion, I confessed to her that I related to what she had shared earlier, that I too was feeling lonely here. She responded by softly whispering,

“well you could put your arm around me if you wanted”

So I did, and she snuggled up a little closer. After the movie ended, I sat up and switched over to a dumb tv show, neither of us ready to leave yet. As I returned, we made eye contact, just about a foot apart. Looking into those dark eyes, I knew right then what I was supposed to do. I reached up, and kissed her straight on. She jumped initially, as if surprised, but quickly melted into it and we began to make out.

In no time, I was laying on top of her, her arms around my back, our legs intertwined and our hands clasped. Our kissing became more passionate, as she slowly worked her hands down my back, then back up, this time under my shirt. I took the hint, and removed it, and began kissing her neck, ears, and upper chest. She let out a soft moan, as my hands starting rubbing along her pants. I pulled up her shirt, revealing a cute pink bra, which I moved aside and began kissing and sucking on her beautiful, pink nipples.

She wrapped her body fully around me, and we switched so that I was now laying in the bottom, and Emma shirtless on top, straddling me. She put one finger to her lips, letting me know it was her turn, and slowly she worked her way down my body with her tongue. As she unhooked and slid down my pants and boxers, I went from semi to full mast instantly. She started slowly, testing my tip with her tongue while stroking with one hand. Eventually, she stopped teasing me and started sucking.

Now let me say, this girl had some SKILLS. Like I said, I’m pretty well hung (about 8”), about average girth, and she did things I had never felt before. Not every girl I had been with was able to deepthroat me, but oh boy Emma was not just another girl. She went on like this for a while, and I felt myself coming near to finishing.

I let her know, and told her it wasn’t time yet, so I grabbed her and flipped her over, while she let out this adorable little squeal. At this point, I was ready, so her pants came down quick, revealing a matching pink thong. I had to stop and laugh, and asked

“We’re you planning on this happening, dressed like that?”

“Oh shut up and go down on me” She said as she pushed my head down. Everything was perfect. Her pink, shaved pussy tasted like heaven on earth. I licked, teased, added a few fingers here and there, and when all was said and done she had come twice.

After the second one, breathless she looked up at me and said

“Now fuck me, I need it inside me”.

I was only too happy to oblige. I crawled behind her, in a spooning position, and slid in from behind, my arm wrapped around her while I kissed the back of her neck and her ears. She was extremely tight, and gave a little squeal as I started to work, in and out, first slowly then harder. I reached around and played with her clit, while her moaning became uncontrollable.

Before long, we had rotated so that she was face down, ass up, and I was slamming her hard enough to make her ass clap, while I squeezed and spanked her cheeks. Every few seconds, she’d moan and cry “Harder baby” or “yes more come on”, so I’d oblige.

Knowing I wasn’t far from finishing, I told her I wanted to look at her beautiful face as I finished (she had mentioned earlier she was on BC so I was ready to cream inside her amazing pussy). We switched over to missionary, cradling her face in one hand, holding myself up with the other. She wrapped her legs around me tight, and dig her nails deep into my back as I shot my load deep inside her.

Still breathing hard, I lay down, and she put her head on my chest and one leg over mine, dripping wet, silently taking in all we had just done. Without another word, we were both fast asleep within 15 minutes. Thankfully the next day was Sunday, so we barely left the bed all day…possibly the best weekend of my life.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g1cfb5/one_night_in_italy_mf