Dressing Phase 1 A Holiday in Venice
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I had been to Venice several times and was never disappointed by its magic. Yes, there are hordes of tourists throughout the year, but what can you expect if you seek out such a preposterously over-the-top, baroque city-on-an-island? A man-made fairytale confection, doomed to eventually sink into the lagoon that surrounds it, like a latter day Atlantis.
I had met Alicea on a European dating site. We 'clicked' from the word go and when I suggested a long weekend in Venice, she didn't need asking twice. "Well, as you've been there three times before and obviously know your way around, why don't you make all the travel arrangements?" I happily agreed. "But do tell me what to bring, darling?"
I very nearly replied: "As little as possible," but managed to come up with something slightly more alluring. "I'd love it if you could, maybe 'dress down' a little - say to an imaginary age of seventeen? Would you mind?"
There was an alarmingly long pause and I wondered if I'd over-stepped the bounds of propriety with this feisty twenty-six-year-old. "Hey, I love that sort of young / old set-up! Me in ultra-short pleated skirts and revealing blouses? You in a crumpled old lightweight suit? That sort of thing?"
"Exactly!" My worries about our thirty-year age difference evaporated.
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A week later we rendezvoused in one of the terminal buildings at London's Heathrow Airport. We'd never met face-to-face and I nervously scanned the travelers in the bar I had nominated. Then, tucked away in a far corner all alone, I spotted my 'date'. She was wearing a jaunty pink-ribboned straw hat, a pink silk blouse, faded blue jeans shorts, white ankle socks, and pink suede pumps. In front of her on the table was a half-empty Pina Colada cocktail. She looked good enough to eat.
She smiled coquettishly as I sauntered up. "Hi, Nick. Hope you didn't mind me starting? Thought I'd get into the holiday spirit as soon as possible!"
"Good girl! Let me get you another - we've still got almost an hour before our flight is called. I'll be right back."
I returned with our drinks and took a seat opposite her. Without looking up from her second pineapple cocktail, Alicea gently ran one of her shoes up my calf. She made a slurping noise with the straw to attract my attention, gazed up demurely and asked, "Young enough?"
I had a job to stop spluttering with laughter and managed, instead, to whisper, "Perfect!"
She continued her adorable charade on the flight and soon had the young steward who served us our supper swooning with admiration. Making sure our two meal trays neatly abutted on their drop-down shelves, Alicea deftly slid her napkin over my legs. Just as I was about to place a forkful of spaghetti Bolognese in my mouth, I felt an inquisitive hand gently stroking my crotch. Without even glancing sideways - and as if enquiring about the food I was consuming - she whispered, "You like?"
I choked on my spaghetti so violently that our steward had to bring me a glass of water. "Anything for Madam?" he enquired courteously.
"I wouldn't say no to another Pina Colada."
"Certainly, madam."
My very own Lolita quietly returned to her ministrations.
_
The high-speed launch transer from Marco Polo Airport to the start of the Grand Canal is always an electrifying experience, with the approaches made doubly exciting as dusk falls on the city. The dome of St Mark's Basilica was bathed in crimson light.
Neither did our canal-side apartment atop a faded seventeenth century palazzo disappoint, although one could hardly have described its amenities as twenty-first century. The carpets were threadbare, the curtains were moth-eaten and even the cooking utensils looked as if they should have been in a museum. But Alicea, bless her, was wholly un-phased, pronouncing it all 'simply delightful'. Standing on tip-toes she gave me a slow, lingering 'thank you' kiss.
I uncorked the bottle of Prosecco we had purchased at the airpot and handed her a huge cut-glass goblet. "Now I'm going to do something exceptionally naughty for you," she purred, slipping out of her shorts and unbuttoning her blouse.
She sauntered over to the balcony which overlooked the Grand Canal, still busy with traffic and two huge cruise ships. I was reasonably certain that perched up on our top floor, no one would be able to spot the naked figure of my nubile lover. "Come and stand behind me, Nick" she instructed, unbuttoning my trousers and sliding my jockey shorts to the floor. "Nice and close!" She leaned over the stone balcony rail and poked her posterior out provocatively.
"Want to take me from behind?"
"What? Here? Now?"
"Why not? Slide into my bumhole, why don't you? You're always messaging how you love the view of my puckered sphincter. Well now's you chance to try it for size!"
Not only had this outrageously sexy set-up got me stiff as a flagpole, but I was already starting to leak copiously. She reached behind her and smeared some of my pre-cum across the top of my glans. "There you are, big boy - Nature's own special lube!" She moved her other hand back and parted the cheeks of her bottom as I eased myself slowly into her.
Once I was snugly inside her, she moved her two arms forward to better grip the ledge of the balcony. Her head dropped forward as I thrust, and she moaned: "Oh you fucker! You dirty fucker!" An exaltation that was enough to tip me over the edge. I gripped her hips tightly as I emptied my seed deep inside her.
Half-an-hour (and three goblets of Prosecco) later, Alicea was sitting cross-legged and naked on a threadbare old chaise lounge. She gave me a wicked grin. "Well, who'd have thought it?"
"Thought what?"
"Who'd have thought that within an hour of arriving in Venice for the first time, I'd be fucked up the arse!" She roared with laughter as she downed her wine.
_
For the first night of our vacation we slept soundly, wrapped in each other's arms. I woke at first light and went into the tiny kitchen to find coffee-making items. The chipped old blue enamel jug had seen better days, but the Italian coffee beans the owners had left us were top quality. As were the sugared almond amoretti biscuits.
Alicea had dragged the chaise lounge out onto the balcony and was sunbathing topless. With her eyes closed behind huge pink sunglasses I was able to admire her small perfectly-formed breasts and pert little nipples. I recalled her telling me in one of her early emails that she had never had to wear a bra. I stood before her in my jeans and T-shirt, slowly stroking myself. She peeped over the top of her shades. "Good moring, sir. And how are we feeling today? Perky already by the looks of it!"
"Fine, thanks. You?"
"Good, thanks, though I need to get some sun."
"Well, we also need to get some food supplies pronto, if we're not going to starve to death in this garret. I'm going to take the vaporetto to the Rialto Market. It's always a good idea to get there early for the best fruit and veg."
The shades went back down. "I'll leave that side of things to you, honey."
"Any special requests?"
She pondered the question for a moment, then murmured, "Asparagus, because it makes my pee-pee smell strong, a ripe mago (I know something terribly naughty you can do with a ripe mango) and as much Prosecco as you can carry. And hurry back!" She blew me an air kiss.
The market was teeming; not with tourists but Venetians. This was where they bought the best (and the cheapest) fresh produce, often taking all day to cook it before bringing it to the family table.
I staggered up six flights of stone stairs to our apartment. By the silence on the dusty landings that I crossed on my way up, we were probably the only people living in this crumbling old mansion. Alicea was still fast asleep on the sofa. "What kept you?"
Local trade union dispute. No return varorettas. I had to walk."
"Well, let little Alicea fix you a drink." Jumping up (she was completely naked), she snatched a bottle of fizzy wine from my basket and popped it open, adding some crushed ice from the bag I had bought in the market. She went and sat on the sofa, facing me with her legs opened invitingly. "And did you get a mango?"
"Yup. It's at the bottom of the bag."
"Ripe?"
"I'd say it'll be finished if we don't have it for lunch."
She rummaged in the bag and pulled out the fruit to admire it. "Darling, we're going to be using this little beauty before lunchtime!"
"We are?"
"Well, strictly speaking, I'll be using it and you'll be eating it!" She turned and gave me a mischievous grin as she began peeling it on the kitchen table with a knife, first quartering it and then cubing it."
I looked on with puzzlement. "What happens next?"
"What happens next, my angel, is that your little girl lies on her back on her chaise lounge, while you stuff pieces of ripe mago into her cunnie. Then you go slowly down on me and eat it. By which time it should have a liberal covering of my love honey over it!"
This decadent mid-morning snack was washed down with yet more Prosecco. Fishing the final pieces of fruit from her vagina. Alicea observed: "I bet those filthy Borgias used to get up to this sort of thing morning, noon, and night!" She moved across to kiss me on the forehead. "Now I must go and have a shower and get cleaned up."
_
Half-an-hour later she reappeared, naked and towelling herself dry. She walked out onto the balcony without even covering herself. I so admired this young woman's brazen manner. It was already starting to warm up. "I could murder an ice cream!" she called back. "Hey: what say we go down to the piazza in front of the building and find a cafe?"
Ten minutes later we were seated in a small, air-conditioned cafe-cum-ice cream parlour overlooking the fountain in the centre of the square. Alicea had on her signature shorts, ankle socks and pink trainers. She had unbuttoned at least three of the fastenings of her white cotton shirt, giving a lovely view of her decolletage. Her breasts were already beautifully tanned. We ordered two espressos and two 'house special' ice cream confections. As the young waiter returned with our order, he lingered behind Alicea in order to admire her beautiful breasts.
I nodded as he moved away. "I think you've got a fan." She wiggled her titties appreciatively and stroked one of her nipples.
The long, pale blue tablecloth concealed our seated bodies from view within the gelateria and I noticed that Alicea was eating her ice cream sundae with one hand, with the other tucked beneath the table. She gave me an impish smile and ran her tongue around her ice cream-covered lips. "You'll never guess what I'm doing."
"Eating your mango and chocolate sundae?"
"Yeah. That's my right hand. So what d'you think my left hand is doing?"
I didn't need three guesses. "Want me to take over?"
"I thought you'd never ask!"
Beneath the tablecloth, I first touched her knee, then ran my hand up the inside of her leg, to be guided to her very moist slit. I began fingering her. Taking another spoonful of ice cream, she closed her eyes. "Mmmm that is so good!" She gave a grin. "Almost there!" Then she suddenly made an involuntary lunge forward, banging her spoon on the tanle. "Oh my God!"
Giving her time to recover, I whispred: "And did you cum?"
"Fuck yes!"
_
The next two days were spent in blissful sexual harmony, with Alicea forever coming up with original and inventive ways for two over-sexed individials to amuse themselves in a decaying Venetian apartment.
"Well, you haven't suggested a gondola ride yet!" she announced with mock grumpiness over breakfact on out last day.
"That's for tourists."
"Well, we're tourists, for fuck sake! Come on, Nick, you crusty old curmudgeon: let's do it this evening. I want to go under The Bridge of Sighs." It was pointless to put up any resistance.
As dusk was falling, we crossed our piazza to a corner where we knew gondoliers plied for trade. Alicea chose a particularly ornate gondola, its seats furnished with lovely thick crimson cushions and with a vase of pink geraniums perched on the prow. The old man saluted us with his hat, then helped Alicea to settle inside the narrow craft, her slender legs stretched along three cushions. I took my place opposite as our boatman cast off, calling back to his comrades something about a bella regazza.
He deftly navigated us off the Grand Canal, passing beneath the Bridge of Sighs as instructed. Then he slowed our pace as we entered a dark lagoon, lit only by gas lamps. Although it was overlooked by apartments and hotels, there were no other gondolas on this quiet stretch of water.
Our boatman steered us gently to the lock-side, in the shadow of a footbridge. As he began to sing us a traditional Italian love song, which echoed off the buildings, Alicea slipped down from her cushions and, unbuttoning her silk blouse, came and knelt beside me. Both the old man and I knew what the next move would be. She deftly unzipped me and took me deep into her mouth. The gondolier smiled and rubbed his crotch with encouragement. I had long since lost all cares about us being observed in our Venetian sex play. My adorable lover, I was soon to discover, was an accomplished exponent of the noble art of fellatio.
Before long, the ineviatble climax occured. Silently I ejaculated into my lover's mouth, before she pulled back slightly, so that I could 'annoint' her face and neck. "Thank you, kind sir" she gurgled.
Alicea turned towards the old gondolier, who was leaning on his pole smiling, and proudly displayed her new pearl necklace, which glistened in the lamp light.
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One thing I have never been able to figure out is how in the world my step-daughter has come across some of the friends she has. Through the years, she has always had an interesting choice of people that she's chosen to socialize with. Girls that, by her own admission, like to sleep around, drink, smoke and on occasion (more often than not), do drugs.Now, while this isn't really that shocking in today's society of teenagers, the reason I say that it is an interesting situation is that my...
VoyeurMy wife Jordan & I are at a Halloween party, getting frisky in the bathroom. She’s dressed in a cute cheerleader outfit, her nipples popping right through her shirt. As we’re fooling around, I propose bringing in a party-goer in a football player costume to tackle my wife. She is intrigued and hesitantly accepts. Luckily for her this guy has a big cock & my honry wife can’t help but suck on it til she gets all wet. He pulls her panties down and fucks her doggystyle....
xmoviesforyouCHAPTER ONE CHAPTER ONE The summer rain fell in drenching sheets.? Beyond the mountains, somewhere in the distance, was a flicker of lightning.? Seconds later, the inherent low, rumble of thunder rolled across the dark landscape.? In the night, the sleek limousine moved briskly along the isolated, mountainside road.Inside, Alexandra De Luca stared absently out the window.?? Through the heavy, wet droplets of water pounding against the side of the moving vehicle, she could barely make out...
"Frank is coming over tonight," Mike said as he came home from work. "You know he's single, so wear something hot." "Why?" I laughed. "To turn him on? That's not very nice, is it?" Mike hung up his coat and turned to me. "Oh, sure," he said. "It's a guy thing. Men like to get excited. Then he can just go home and jerk off." I giggled. But the thought of Frank jerking off actually turned me on. He is a big, muscular guy – and for some reason I imagine he has a big cock. Not that I've ever seen...
Wife LoversI'm going to make you feel amazing. I've kept off masturbating for the past week, so the next time I get horny, when I masturbate, I can have a big orgasm. I was thinking about this, and starting too get wet when a girl around my age, maybe 19, (i'm 18) walked up too me. Her breasts looked around a C or B cup, and were perfectly rounded. They flopped around freely as she has no bra on. Her nipples were obviously hard. She had a short little skirt on she wore a pair of sexy black high heels with...
LesbianI had just moved in with my little sister. At 34, my life wasn't very impressive, I had jumped from apartment to apartment but for some reason, my little sister had always seen me like a hero. She idolized me and when she rented a 2 bedroom house she helped me out by letting me move in. About halfway into moving my stuff in, it started to rain. It was already 6:00pm and neither of us had eaten so we went back to our new place. We ate spaghetti and meatballs, my sister was excellent at cooking...
IncestThe girls slept contentedly and were awakened by Ellie's mother. It was Saturday, and they went shopping at the mall, spending a great deal of time at Victoria's Secret, but not buying anything there. The sensual garments they touched and held against themselves only served to whet their sexual appetites for later that afternoon. Their plan was to tell their parents they were headed back to the mall around four and to the movies afterward. They promised to be home by ten or ten-thirty the...
Chapter 9 – they want to share me…. Saturday was going to be a big day: Stephen’s 18th birthday: Saturday, February 22, 2008. It was going to be a big day indeed. Jim took us to dinner at the country club. Over dinner, Stephen and Jim joked with each other and they both flirted with me. Jim made it clear that he was comfortable with Stephen making sexual innuendos directed towards me. Jim referred to me as ‘their girl’ and ‘their date’ throughout the evening. Jim asked me over dinner, “How does...
Ebony skin, silver hair, and pointed ears; she was a stunning beauty and drew both men's and women's gazes. Her outfit didn’t reveal much skin, but her leather pants accentuated her curves, and her white shirt was tight-fitting. Noah found himself bewitched as well, despite her attempt to kill him the first time they met. The sun had just risen on the first day at the academy, and he was gathered out in one of the training fields with about twenty others, ready to begin their first lesson in...
“Come on, Jackie! It’s time to take your meds,” fussed the roommate.“Calm down, you old queen,” hissed the 76 year-old. “You’re not the boss of me.”“Thank goodness,” giggled the friend. “Open up, Drink.”Jacqueline Littlejohn swallowed with relative ease.“Very good. You feel like oatmeal for breakfast,” inquired the mature, sepia-toned woman.“That’s fine. Apple cinnamon,” requested the fair-skinned Jacqueline.“Give me a few minutes. You mind seeing if Alene wants some too?”“Sure,...
“So, little She-Elf, let’s see what you are hiding under here.” As he says this, the orc grasps my silken gown at the neckline and pulls. The flimsy material rips easily and he tears it open. The four orcs behind him jeer as it is revealed that I am naked underneath save for a tiny pair of lacy panties that barely covers my pussy mound. My arms pulled back, tied behind a tree trunk, make my exposed breasts jut out. “Pay her back for what she did”, cries one. “Cut her good Yagrhat”, says...
My eighteen year old daughter, Sadie, and I are at the supermarket - she's got an urge to stuff some fresh fruit and vegetables inside her, so we've come to find some specimens of various sizes to see how much she can take.Since her first double penetration experience a couple of days ago, she keeps wanting to stuff ever bigger items into her hot cunt and arse. Last night, she got four fingers into her cunt and three up her arse. The desperation as she was trying to get herself off was exciting...
My introduction to power transfer.I had a great marriage, my husband earned an obscene amount of money, we loved each other, and lived an a large house in leafy suburbia. I played tennis and golf , swam daily, and met the girls at the health club. Then one awful day, my husband announced he was leaving me. I got a reasonable settlement, and the house. I would never be short of money, but I searched on the computer for some sort of voluntary work to keep me occupied. I derived a lot of pleasure...
Next five days were even more hectic. More friends and guests arrived. Each key host family member was tied up more and more entertaining. Everyone noticed Heather becoming more and more vivacious and now she and Sharleen were similar in looks and demeanour. Kathleen and Pa were very happy to see her eventually come out of her studious demeanour and be her happy boisterous self. Day engagements were getting numerous. Both Kathleen and Shahnaz felt their private time shrunk so much that they...
Daniel looked around the nightclub, He loved hunting here, the men and women were all beautiful, available, and usually had been drinking or taking drugs. They were also usually horny as well, so he didn’t have to work so hard to get them worked up. He walked through the still and silent dancefloor, trailing his fingers across hips, asses and tits as he passed, finding just the right one. There. She was about nineteen, he guessed, short dark hair, choker, bright red lipstick and dark...
The next day, Mrs. James began her own portrait of Andrea as I added the finishing touches to mine. By the time the light began to fade on Saturday of the following week, I pronounced mine finished and signed T W Farris in the bottom left corner. Andrea was anxious to look but I put her off again, saying, "Why don't we wait until Mrs. James is done and we can look at both of them together?" Mrs. James scolded me. "Don't be so cruel, Terry! The poor girl has been waiting on pins and...