I still remember that first time I caught her smiling. Effervescent and pure, sitting on the clothed seat at the terminal. Her slim body in a tight blue tank and khaki shorts, she turned to me while I was talking to my friend trying to spot any other students heading to Italy to study abroad, “So you’re on this trip too? I’m Ariel.” Her bright blue eyes locking with mine as I returned the smile and introduced myself. Her sweet voice tickled something inside me, immediately putting me under her spell.
I was powerless to resist, even as I met beautiful curvy Maria and later the sexy Francesca with her flowery tongue with words that made me blush. Still it was Ariel I pursued. At first willing and heated with desire, but always pulling away before we could reach any satisfaction. Passionate kisses on balconies overlooking the Mediterranean, holding her dancer’s body to mine as the repressive heat of the day cooled slightly but not enough to cool my blood.
Relentless, the harder I pursued the more she proved capable of resisting. Like none I’d encountered before. Pulling up just as my need would throb, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths. Fair skinned cheeks pink, nipples of her pert if small tits showing through her tight fitting tanks the caress of the salty evening breeze across our skin – yet even then she would find some way to disengage.