There’s only a few more women that I’ve cheated on my wife with.
Next up … Clara. A fine Italian girl that quite frankly I was punching above my weight with. Classic mediterian girl. Long brunette, olive dark skin, deep hazel eyes. The tightest body. She was a skirts or leggings girl with a t-shirt. Super pert and bouncy.
Like most of the other women I met her at a hostel whilst doing seasonal work abroad. She was staying in my shared dorm. I had been there for a few days already and was disappointed not to have anyone super beautiful in my room until she turned up. We chatted and got surprisingly close quite quickly. We had been doing really similar work for different organisations which was a major point of connection.
We were bottom bunks next to each other so we chatted quietly into the evening laying on our bunks. We shared our battle scars that came with the work we were doing which naturally drew our first touches stroking and soothing our hands and arms. Very clearly flirting at this stage. It definitely gave us some fleeting horny feelings. We didn’t majorly let on at that point though. That was it for that night.
We hung out the next day, went around town, shared dinner and had drinks at the hostel bar into the evening. Towards the end of the night we were sweetly entwined on a bench seat, low lighting, me stroking her hair, playing with her ears. She was stroking my thigh and arms, nestling into my chest. I had worked up an unwaveringly strong hard on by this point and I had no doubt she was getting wet herself. We kissed slowly, super passionately but muted enough for a public setting but there were increasingly suggestive hand movements all around. She was massaging my cock through my trousers, I was groping her bum and pussy making sure I pressured her clit through her leggings. Last orders were called … and the bar quietened down pretty quickly.
We made our way up to our floor, each one had these cosy recessed areas with deep sofas. We got so fucking steamy at this point. She had the profile of my dick through my trousers, gripping it, rubbing my head. I had my hand right on her. She was wet through. Before too long I had my hand down on her. Directly on her pussy. I didn’t even really hone in on her clit she was so wet I just had my whole hand making a mess of her. We tore ourselves away to the loos. She gripped my cock out, we were both standing. She rubbed me from head to base only 7 or 8 times before I cracked a load all over her leggings and top. I had’t made her orgasm which always sits wrong with me but she said you owe me one in this sweet chirpy Italian way. She was so fucking springy and cute.
I had fucked enough girls in hostels by now to know that whilst it is fucking hot as hell sometimes you can’t quite settle in and open out as much as you might want to. Have a proper session.
I rented an airbnb. I mean fuck. This is already a long story so I will cover just one of the finest moments until she flew home … I had her on all fours. Her fucking perfect bum, shaved pussy. T shirt still on. No bra. I ate her all out. Her back was arched. It’s not something I had really settled into before but we both warmed up to it and before long I was tonguing her holes, flicking her clit, fingering her. She was moaning out. She came. Fuck did she cum. I mounted her straight after. Slid in and reached my hand round to finish her off again. We both came at the same time. She said I could finish off anywhere so I chose to cum in her. She let out this shivering little moan as I pulsed in her.
So that’s Clara the sweetest, naughtiest Italian girl.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yzkdyb/mf_i_m28_got_an_italian_girl_f24_on_all_fours_and