Sexual Awakening Part Two Italian Adventure
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Nan’s encounter with Andre had left her full of confidence and newfound sexual energy. She learned that not only could she enjoy sex, but desired it. And while her fling with Andre was completely gratifying, it also sparked a flame deep within her and the fire was building.
With the French countryside well behind her, she fantasized about André as the train moved on. They had said goodbye in Austria, and now she was headed to Italy. She had always been fascinated by the tales of ancient Rome. She couldn’t wait to view the Colosseum, experience the night life and find out if the there was any truth the stories about Italian lovers.
It was the last day of her train ride to Italy; night had fallen and she lay in her cabin thinking of Andre. She could almost feel his hands on her as she thought about his firm, gentle kiss, the way his hands caressed her body, the way he dominated her without making her feel powerless, like a cheap slave, used and abused. In fact, she'd never felt so powerful, in control and out of control all at the same time, while not actually being in control. It was a confusing thought best left for another time, so she pushed it away and refocused her thoughts.
She unbuttoned her blue satin night shirt, slowly running her fingertips along the swell of her breasts, the cool silky feel of the shirt tantalizing her as it fell away. Her body responded with a little shiver as her nipples hardened and small goose bumps popped up on her skin. She giggled as she continued to trace her nipples with her left hand, pausing occasionally to roll her nipples between her fingers. Her right hand ran up and down along her legs, sliding the soft smoothness of her matching pants against her skin. She wasn’t wearing any panties and the fabric felt delicate and sensual against her aching mound. Nan couldn’t believe she was enjoying this so much; she hadn’t really masturbated, or enjoyed it anyway, since she was a teen.
She slipped her right hand into the waistband of her pants, fondling her soft flesh with her fingertips. Slowly she reached down to the bottom of her pert, wet hole. She gently inserted her middle finger just a little; the moist confines of her sex pulsated against her touch. She slid her fingers up, dividing her lips with tingling response. She stopped at the firm nub of her clit as a jolt of electric excitement traveled through her, her breath caught a moment at this and she pinched her nipple a little harder than she expected, sending a flash of mixed pleasure and pain back down her body to her already excited pussy. She repeated her trail with her finger, teasing herself torturously. Again, she paused as her finger crossed her clit and she answered the jolt going up her body with a pinch of her nipple that would send the pleasure wave back down. She continued this, letting the sensations ebb and flow along her body like the waves of the ocean.
Soon, her body was screaming at her, demanding release; but she wanted to let it build, denying herself the release the body craved. She inserted her two middle fingers into her pussy as her hips thrust up and down, the heel of her hand rubbed against her clit as she stroked, her fingers pressing against the inside of her pussy with every downward thrust. Her left hand had forgotten about her nipples and now clutched at the bed sheets as she neared orgasm. She tried to keep her rhythm as she orgasm she’d been building began to release, but she couldn’t. Her thrusts were jerky and erratic as she came against her hand, her other hand tightly gripped against the pillow she held to muffle her cries of pleasure.
As her body relaxed and the sensations of her orgasm subsided, Nan lay there breathing deeply and gently stroking her mound as if it were a kitten, lying contently in her lap, purring softly as she drifted off to sleep.
The train arrived in Rome at ten a.m. Nan gathered her things and checked into her hotel before beginning her adventure around Rome; her plans for the first day included all the usual tourists stops, beginning with the Colosseum. During her sight-seeing adventure, there were several men that gave her a look or two and more than a few that she looked back at. But none of them attracted her like André did. He had become the new standard for comparison. With her new-found sexual energy and confidence, she realized she didn’t have to settle for someone trying to put another notch in their bedpost; she also realized that her intuition to distinguish between that guy and the one who could help build on her knowledge, experience, and understanding of herself still needed a lot of help.
On day two she continued her sight-seeing; she traveled to Pompeii and did some shopping when she returned. Day three was when her real and unscripted adventure began. Nan checked out of her hotel, rented a car and drove to Cappocotta Beach, one of the oldest nude beaches in Italy. She felt a little silly now, having bought a new bikini yesterday, since she wouldn’t be wearing it. She laughed at herself as she drove, her anticipation growing with every mile. This was the wildest thing she’d ever done, but she was going to do it. The thoughts made her giddy and horny. She was naked under her sundress, but resisted the temptation to exploit that fact as she drove. She arrived at the beach just after one p.m., having gotten only slightly misdirected once.
She stepped along the bright sandy beach, the sun reflecting off her white sundress, and looked for a suitable spot to set up camp. It didn’t take long before she found a cozy little inset in the dunes. She set her chair and umbrella, stripped off her dress, stuffed it in her bag and proceeded to apply her sun block. She had read up on these kind of beaches, but wasn’t completely sure of proper etiquette. She was just glad not to be a guy at that moment, because there would have been no hiding her excited state. Nan finished applying her sun screen, making sure she paid extra attention to the areas that previously had only been exposed to the artificial sun of a tanning bed. She was scared, nervous, excited, horny and anxious all rolled into one, but she stepped out from the shade of her umbrella with her new found confidence leading the way.
Nan strolled along the beach, enjoying the invigorating feel of the warm sea breeze against her nude body. She observed everyone around her, and found that there were all types of people of all ages and body styles and wondered why she thought nude beaches were only visited by the sexy model types, then answered her own question; because marketing portrays it that way. Nan was nearing the area where her umbrella sat when she noticed a group of guys nearby tossing a football around. She decided to have a closer look. As she approached, she could see they were all quite fit. Three of them, all with similar builds, chiseled abs, strong legs and arms, a little scruff on the face for the two with brown hair, and the blond had no facial or body hair, anywhere. They appeared to be around her age, so she ventured a little closer. Suddenly the ball came, flying towards her, landing just a few feet in front of her. The three men trotted up to her to retrieve the ball.
“Hi. I’m Nan,” she expressed.
The three spoke to each other, but didn’t really respond to her that she could tell. They spoke in Italian, and though she didn’t understand their conversation, she suddenly felt like a piece of meat being examined.
“Hey!” she heard someone yell. She turned and looked in the direction of the voice and saw three girls sitting on a blanket near her umbrella. “Hey! Come here!” a fine looking woman with dark hair called and motioned at her. Nan was secretly thankful; she looked at the guys and said,
“Sorry. Gotta go,” and scurried off to the group of girls. She plopped down on her knees at the edge of the blanket and let out a sigh of relief.
“Hi. Thanks,” she offered.
“No prob,” the girl who had called to her responded.
“What are you doing prowling all by yourself?” scolded the girl at Nan’s right. She was blond and tanned and reminded Nan of your typical California girl, except for her accent, which sounded not-quite southern. Nan looked at her, not sure how to respond; before she could, however, the girl on her left spoke up.
“Yeah, really, an import like you? You really have no idea how dangerous that can be,” she added, her Australian accent unmistakable. Nan laughed at the irony of the girls comment and retorted,
“True, but I’d guess that you’re not exactly a local.”
“Touché,” the girl responded as they all chuckled. “I’m Nina,” she continued after the laughter had died off. “I’m from Queensbury.”
Nan smiled at her admiringly; she thought Nina had the most beautifully proportionate body she’d ever seen. She wasn’t overly tall, 5’ 6” at best, but her legs were firm, abs not too muscled and breasts a perfect full B cup. Her skin was darkly tanned and her nipples were beautiful half dollars on her upturned breasts. Her dark hair came down in waves to her shoulders and framed an almost pouty face that featured the most amazing emerald eyes she’d ever seen.
“I’m Nancy, from Hampton, Virginia. Friends call me Nan.”
“I’m Sophia,” said the girl who had been her savior. “I’m a local. Grew up just north of here.”
“Thanks, again, for saving me from that most awkward situation.”
“Anytime.”
“And I’m Kelly, from Moorehead City, North Carolina,” her southern accent now thick and unmistakable.
“I’m very pleased to meet all of you,” Nan said. The girls all offered likewise and the group began chatting. Nan observed her new companions and noticed that Sophia had shaved her pubic hair into the shape of a heart. She thought it was cute and whimsical for someone who had a no nonsense air about her. Her chocolate eyes matched her dark brown hair which was straight, just off the shoulder and was pulled back in a pony tail. Her long legs were well muscled, her body well toned with broad shoulders and her breasts were a small B cup, at best. To Nan she looked a swimmer or volleyball payer.
“So, what were you doing scouting out here by yourself?” quizzed Sophia.
“I’m on vacation and just wanted to explore a little,” Nan answered. She then proceeded to tell them the abridged version of how she came to be in Europe and her meeting with André.
“Mmmm, sounds like someone I wouldn’t mind taking a romp in the hay with,” Kelly declared, her accent once again muted.
“You say that about all the guys,” Nina quipped.
“Only the sexy ones,” Kelly fired back with an evil grin.
“Don’t worry, Nan, you stick with us, we’ll see to it that you have a good time in Italy,” Sophia offered.
“Thanks,” Nan said, feeling familiar warmth in her ears. She was feeling a little ashamed at herself for her foolishness and having been scolded by three women who were younger than she, but obviously wiser in the ways of the world. She was truly thankful to have met them.
“So, how did you all meet? I mean, you’re all from different corners,” Nan asked.
Sophia responded for the group,
“I met Kelly in high school. I went to the States as a foreign exchange student. We’ve stayed friends ever since. Nina and I met a couple of years ago in college. We were working on our masters in marine biology.”
“And now we take holiday together and every year two of us fly out and visit the third. This year is Sophie’s turn to host; and I must say, its been splendid and going to get better!” Nina chimed in.
“You can bet your ass on that!” Sophia exclaimed. At this, the girls reveled in more giggling and laughing. “Where are you staying?”
“Well,” answered Nan, “I was staying in Rome, but I checked out this morning before coming here. I figured I’d find somewhere local to stay.”
“You can stay with us,” Sophia offered, “if you want, and as long as you like.”
“I get back on a train tomorrow night headed for Spain. It’s my last stop before heading home.”
“I have a friend who lives in Madrid, how long will you be there?”
“Two days, I’m scheduled to arrive Monday morning. I head back to the states Wednesday at four o'clock.
“Well, if we only have one night to have fun and make sure you have a good time, then we better get started,” Sophia announced, getting up and putting on her dress. The other girls followed her lead. Nan went back to her blanket, packed up and donned her sundress. She was nervous about what the rest of her day had in store for her, but was also excited about being so quickly and easily accepted into this circle of friendship and couldn’t wait to enjoy a night out with them.
They headed back to the parking lot, talking of the plans for the evening. It was only three in the afternoon, so first was to head back to town for a little shopping before heading back to Sophie’s house to get ready. Nan decided she needed a little more exciting attire and purchased a red dress to wear. Later, as they were getting ready, she put on the dress and the other items she purchased as a whole to get a collective opinion. Nina, who had been riding with Nan, had already seen the dress itself. The dress was strapless, form fitting along the body, but had a layered, ruffled-wrinkle to it so it didn’t expose every line of her body and left a little to the imagination. The skirt part fell away at the hip and came about mid thigh. Beneath it she wore a black petticoat with lacy fringe that hung just below the hem of the skirt; which broke up the color a bit from her red high heels. Her hair was partially pulled up with loose tendrils falling around her face.
“You look great,” Sophie complimented. Her look was simple, black dress, straight hair, but somehow sexier than if she’d dressed fancier.
“I wish I had your hair,” Nina admired. ‘It always looks perfect.”
“And yours doesn’t?” Nan asked, giving Nina her own admiring look. Nan never could pull off the layered look, she felt she always looked like the lonely cat woman, but Nina did it effortlessly. She was dressed in a black steam punk-style mini dress that hung lower in the back, paired with a white button down shirt with sheer sleeves that flared at the cuff. She topped that with a low-cut black vest that gathered nicely below her perky breasts, and a hat slightly off the back of her head. Beneath the dress she wore black thigh high stockings and low cut boots with a short heel.
“Not even,” Nina responded, “half the time I think it just looks a mess!”
Nan understood this very well. Looking at her, Nina’s hair had a kind of disorganized control that really matched her personality; bold, daring and free spirited.
“A sexy hot mess, maybe,” Nan shot and they all giggled.
“Well it don’t matter y’all,” Kelly chimed in, “’cause I have southern charm and that’s all I need,” then flashed them a devilish smile. Kelly wore a white dress that was threateningly short and devilishly revealing; her legs seemed impossibly long and her blonde hair fell in curls and waves. To Nan she looked like a model who had stepped right off a magazine cover.
“Wow!” Nan exclaimed, “I don’t know which is bolder, your outfit or your attitude. But I know this; you’re going to kill them in that dress. You look absolutely… wow!”
“I know,” Kelly replied, pouring on the southern accent, then turning around with a flip of her hair and a sway of her hips to finish getting ready.
“She’s beautiful; no one can deny her that. Has been since I’ve known her; and she knows it,” Sophia said as they watched her disappear into the bathroom.
They finished getting ready then piled into Sophia’s SUV. They drove to a club that Nan was certain was not listed, though she thought it was probably on the underground circuit. The inside was well-furnished and alive with loud music and so many people on the dance floor that it was hard to believe there was room to dance, but the mass of bodies moved like a wave on the dance floor.
“I didn’t think places like this really existed,” Nan said in awe. “I’ve seen them in movies, but just thought it was bull! So this is a rave?”
“Not quite,” Sophia laughed. “They do have raves here, but not tonight. There is a mosh pit though, if you’d like to try it out.”
“I think I’ll pass. Looks like I’ll get plenty moshed out there,” Nan said motioning to the dance floor. Sophia led them to the back of the club where they climbed a set of stairs to the VIP area. There was another dance floor here that wasn’t nearly as crowded. A waitress appeared almost immediately and exchanged a cordial greeting and a peck on the cheek with Sophia. Nan could tell the two knew each other and wondered how often Sophia came here.
“Bring us a round, Tiff,” Sophia said, “and we are going to have a heck of a night!”
“Sure thing, hun, I’ll keep ‘em comin’.”
“Thanks. Well girls,” Sophia started when the dinks arrived, “here’s to a wonderful night.” They all took a shot glass and drank to the toast. Nan had never been one to drink much, but the shot was sweet and not offensive. There was also a mixed drink for everyone to sip on, and this too Nan found to be light, fruity and tasty.
The four of them talked, laughed, drank and danced; sometimes with each other and sometimes with this guy or that guy that tried to woo them. Nan was feeling tipsy and frisky, but had completely forgotten her quest of finding an Italian lover. She was having too much fun to care. A couple of guys did manage to cop a feel on the dance floor, and Nan didn’t really mind, but Sophia kept the wolves at bay. Nan noticed she wasn’t drinking since the first shot and was thankful that they wouldn’t need a cab later.
At 1:45, being more than a little drunk and tired of the club scene, they went back to Sophia’s house. They kicked of their shoes and gathered on the couch as Sophia fixed herself a drink.
“Anyone else want one?” Sophia offered.
“I’ll have one,” Nina replied.
“Not for me,” Kelly said, “I’ve had way too much.”
“Sure, why not,” Nan said. She had sobered a little on the way to the house and wasn’t ready to let go of the buzz she was on.
“So what do you guys want to do? Wanna play a game or something?” Sophia asked as she delivered the drinks.
“I don’t know,” Nina answered, taking a large drink of her cocktail, “Ooh! I love this song!” Nina exclaimed as an upbeat dance song came on. Nan had barely swallowed her sip of her drink when Nina grabbed her arm and pulled her to an open space in the living room and began to dance. The song had a quick tempo and Nan was a little breathless as the song ended. They both went back and finished their drinks, which Sophia promptly replaced. Kelly and Nina both pulled Nan back to the floor. The song was not as fast, but was a little longer and by the time they sat down, Nan was feeling the effects of her drink.
“Whew! Okay you guys, gimme a minute,” Nan expressed, a little breathless. “I haven’t had this much in a long time. Thank you so much for inviting me.”
“Anytime, hun. Next year we might just have to visit you,” Sophia said with a laugh.
“I’d have you, gladly,” Nan responded with gratitude.
“What’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done?” Nina implored.
“Had sex with a complete stranger on a train,” Nan answered. The girls laughed, and then Nina continued,
“Okay. Before that?”
“I don’t know,” Nina said thoughtfully, “I guess, it’d have to be sex in a car.”
“While it was moving?” Kelly asked excitedly.
“No,” Nan laughed, “while on my honeymoon. My husband and I found a very secluded spot in the woods and things got hot.”
“That’s not very wild,” Kelly complained.
“It was, for me,” Nan offered.
“It’s okay, Nan,” Nina said, “not everyone is as exciting as Kelly.” At this the girls laughed again.
“Ooh! This is a good song, dance with me Sophia,” Kelly said getting up. The song was slow, but had a good groove for bumping and grinding. All the girls got up and danced together. Nan wouldn’t have enjoyed herself dancing like this just a few weeks ago, with a guy or girl. But she was thankful that she was able to learn and practice with her new friends without being judged. Nina came up behind her and began to grind against her; putting her hands on Nan’s hips, she guided her hips in rhythm with her own. It didn’t take Nan long to pick up the bump and sway. Nina moved to in front of Nan, keeping her hands on her hips. She continued to gyrate and added little dips and shimmies in her movements, all the while grinding Nan along with her. It was all very sexy and Nan was feeling a little aroused as she thought about her quest of seducing an Italian lover, and all the guys passed over through out the night.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Nina pressed her lips to her own and Nina’s tongue began to probe her mouth. Nan was shocked at first and froze, but then accepted and returned the kiss of the Aussie beauty. Her gyration had stopped, but Nina kept dancing as her hands left Nan’s hips and began to explore other parts of her body. Nan tried to dance as Nina’s hands moved up her sides, down her back and found two handfuls of her firm ass. Nan moaned into her mouth as Nina gave her ass a firm squeeze. Nan was still unsure of how to react even though she was beginning to admit to herself that the taboo nature of what was happening was exciting her. She cautioned a glance at Sophia only to find her and Kelly freely groping each other. She looked at Nina in disbelief and asked,
“Are you all lesbians?”
“No,” Nina said with a smile, “we just like to have fun together. I guess you could say we are bi, but only when we’re together. We keep no restrictions when we’re together.” Nan had stopped dancing and looked at Nina with an astonished look. “I hope I didn’t spook you,” Nina cooed.
“Nope! I’m good,” Nan answered, maybe a little too quickly. In an attempt to prove herself, she began dancing again and moved close to Nina, hoping for another kiss, but too nervous to initiate it. Nina laughed and danced with her, grinding her leg against Nan’s pelvis and letting Nan’s do the same to hers. Nina moved her lips to Nan’s ear and gently kissed just below her earlobe, and then continued soft kisses down her neck as her hand ran up Nan’s thigh. Nina’s touch sent thrills up Nan’s spine as her hand moved up her naked leg, under her skirt and again came to rest on Nan’sTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
With the French countryside well behind her, she fantasized about André as the train moved on. They had said goodbye in Austria, and now she was headed to Italy. She had always been fascinated by the tales of ancient Rome. She couldn’t wait to view the Colosseum, experience the night life and find out if the there was any truth the stories about Italian lovers.
It was the last day of her train ride to Italy; night had fallen and she lay in her cabin thinking of Andre. She could almost feel his hands on her as she thought about his firm, gentle kiss, the way his hands caressed her body, the way he dominated her without making her feel powerless, like a cheap slave, used and abused. In fact, she'd never felt so powerful, in control and out of control all at the same time, while not actually being in control. It was a confusing thought best left for another time, so she pushed it away and refocused her thoughts.
She unbuttoned her blue satin night shirt, slowly running her fingertips along the swell of her breasts, the cool silky feel of the shirt tantalizing her as it fell away. Her body responded with a little shiver as her nipples hardened and small goose bumps popped up on her skin. She giggled as she continued to trace her nipples with her left hand, pausing occasionally to roll her nipples between her fingers. Her right hand ran up and down along her legs, sliding the soft smoothness of her matching pants against her skin. She wasn’t wearing any panties and the fabric felt delicate and sensual against her aching mound. Nan couldn’t believe she was enjoying this so much; she hadn’t really masturbated, or enjoyed it anyway, since she was a teen.
She slipped her right hand into the waistband of her pants, fondling her soft flesh with her fingertips. Slowly she reached down to the bottom of her pert, wet hole. She gently inserted her middle finger just a little; the moist confines of her sex pulsated against her touch. She slid her fingers up, dividing her lips with tingling response. She stopped at the firm nub of her clit as a jolt of electric excitement traveled through her, her breath caught a moment at this and she pinched her nipple a little harder than she expected, sending a flash of mixed pleasure and pain back down her body to her already excited pussy. She repeated her trail with her finger, teasing herself torturously. Again, she paused as her finger crossed her clit and she answered the jolt going up her body with a pinch of her nipple that would send the pleasure wave back down. She continued this, letting the sensations ebb and flow along her body like the waves of the ocean.
Soon, her body was screaming at her, demanding release; but she wanted to let it build, denying herself the release the body craved. She inserted her two middle fingers into her pussy as her hips thrust up and down, the heel of her hand rubbed against her clit as she stroked, her fingers pressing against the inside of her pussy with every downward thrust. Her left hand had forgotten about her nipples and now clutched at the bed sheets as she neared orgasm. She tried to keep her rhythm as she orgasm she’d been building began to release, but she couldn’t. Her thrusts were jerky and erratic as she came against her hand, her other hand tightly gripped against the pillow she held to muffle her cries of pleasure.
As her body relaxed and the sensations of her orgasm subsided, Nan lay there breathing deeply and gently stroking her mound as if it were a kitten, lying contently in her lap, purring softly as she drifted off to sleep.
The train arrived in Rome at ten a.m. Nan gathered her things and checked into her hotel before beginning her adventure around Rome; her plans for the first day included all the usual tourists stops, beginning with the Colosseum. During her sight-seeing adventure, there were several men that gave her a look or two and more than a few that she looked back at. But none of them attracted her like André did. He had become the new standard for comparison. With her new-found sexual energy and confidence, she realized she didn’t have to settle for someone trying to put another notch in their bedpost; she also realized that her intuition to distinguish between that guy and the one who could help build on her knowledge, experience, and understanding of herself still needed a lot of help.
On day two she continued her sight-seeing; she traveled to Pompeii and did some shopping when she returned. Day three was when her real and unscripted adventure began. Nan checked out of her hotel, rented a car and drove to Cappocotta Beach, one of the oldest nude beaches in Italy. She felt a little silly now, having bought a new bikini yesterday, since she wouldn’t be wearing it. She laughed at herself as she drove, her anticipation growing with every mile. This was the wildest thing she’d ever done, but she was going to do it. The thoughts made her giddy and horny. She was naked under her sundress, but resisted the temptation to exploit that fact as she drove. She arrived at the beach just after one p.m., having gotten only slightly misdirected once.
She stepped along the bright sandy beach, the sun reflecting off her white sundress, and looked for a suitable spot to set up camp. It didn’t take long before she found a cozy little inset in the dunes. She set her chair and umbrella, stripped off her dress, stuffed it in her bag and proceeded to apply her sun block. She had read up on these kind of beaches, but wasn’t completely sure of proper etiquette. She was just glad not to be a guy at that moment, because there would have been no hiding her excited state. Nan finished applying her sun screen, making sure she paid extra attention to the areas that previously had only been exposed to the artificial sun of a tanning bed. She was scared, nervous, excited, horny and anxious all rolled into one, but she stepped out from the shade of her umbrella with her new found confidence leading the way.
Nan strolled along the beach, enjoying the invigorating feel of the warm sea breeze against her nude body. She observed everyone around her, and found that there were all types of people of all ages and body styles and wondered why she thought nude beaches were only visited by the sexy model types, then answered her own question; because marketing portrays it that way. Nan was nearing the area where her umbrella sat when she noticed a group of guys nearby tossing a football around. She decided to have a closer look. As she approached, she could see they were all quite fit. Three of them, all with similar builds, chiseled abs, strong legs and arms, a little scruff on the face for the two with brown hair, and the blond had no facial or body hair, anywhere. They appeared to be around her age, so she ventured a little closer. Suddenly the ball came, flying towards her, landing just a few feet in front of her. The three men trotted up to her to retrieve the ball.
“Hi. I’m Nan,” she expressed.
The three spoke to each other, but didn’t really respond to her that she could tell. They spoke in Italian, and though she didn’t understand their conversation, she suddenly felt like a piece of meat being examined.
“Hey!” she heard someone yell. She turned and looked in the direction of the voice and saw three girls sitting on a blanket near her umbrella. “Hey! Come here!” a fine looking woman with dark hair called and motioned at her. Nan was secretly thankful; she looked at the guys and said,
“Sorry. Gotta go,” and scurried off to the group of girls. She plopped down on her knees at the edge of the blanket and let out a sigh of relief.
“Hi. Thanks,” she offered.
“No prob,” the girl who had called to her responded.
“What are you doing prowling all by yourself?” scolded the girl at Nan’s right. She was blond and tanned and reminded Nan of your typical California girl, except for her accent, which sounded not-quite southern. Nan looked at her, not sure how to respond; before she could, however, the girl on her left spoke up.
“Yeah, really, an import like you? You really have no idea how dangerous that can be,” she added, her Australian accent unmistakable. Nan laughed at the irony of the girls comment and retorted,
“True, but I’d guess that you’re not exactly a local.”
“Touché,” the girl responded as they all chuckled. “I’m Nina,” she continued after the laughter had died off. “I’m from Queensbury.”
Nan smiled at her admiringly; she thought Nina had the most beautifully proportionate body she’d ever seen. She wasn’t overly tall, 5’ 6” at best, but her legs were firm, abs not too muscled and breasts a perfect full B cup. Her skin was darkly tanned and her nipples were beautiful half dollars on her upturned breasts. Her dark hair came down in waves to her shoulders and framed an almost pouty face that featured the most amazing emerald eyes she’d ever seen.
“I’m Nancy, from Hampton, Virginia. Friends call me Nan.”
“I’m Sophia,” said the girl who had been her savior. “I’m a local. Grew up just north of here.”
“Thanks, again, for saving me from that most awkward situation.”
“Anytime.”
“And I’m Kelly, from Moorehead City, North Carolina,” her southern accent now thick and unmistakable.
“I’m very pleased to meet all of you,” Nan said. The girls all offered likewise and the group began chatting. Nan observed her new companions and noticed that Sophia had shaved her pubic hair into the shape of a heart. She thought it was cute and whimsical for someone who had a no nonsense air about her. Her chocolate eyes matched her dark brown hair which was straight, just off the shoulder and was pulled back in a pony tail. Her long legs were well muscled, her body well toned with broad shoulders and her breasts were a small B cup, at best. To Nan she looked a swimmer or volleyball payer.
“So, what were you doing scouting out here by yourself?” quizzed Sophia.
“I’m on vacation and just wanted to explore a little,” Nan answered. She then proceeded to tell them the abridged version of how she came to be in Europe and her meeting with André.
“Mmmm, sounds like someone I wouldn’t mind taking a romp in the hay with,” Kelly declared, her accent once again muted.
“You say that about all the guys,” Nina quipped.
“Only the sexy ones,” Kelly fired back with an evil grin.
“Don’t worry, Nan, you stick with us, we’ll see to it that you have a good time in Italy,” Sophia offered.
“Thanks,” Nan said, feeling familiar warmth in her ears. She was feeling a little ashamed at herself for her foolishness and having been scolded by three women who were younger than she, but obviously wiser in the ways of the world. She was truly thankful to have met them.
“So, how did you all meet? I mean, you’re all from different corners,” Nan asked.
Sophia responded for the group,
“I met Kelly in high school. I went to the States as a foreign exchange student. We’ve stayed friends ever since. Nina and I met a couple of years ago in college. We were working on our masters in marine biology.”
“And now we take holiday together and every year two of us fly out and visit the third. This year is Sophie’s turn to host; and I must say, its been splendid and going to get better!” Nina chimed in.
“You can bet your ass on that!” Sophia exclaimed. At this, the girls reveled in more giggling and laughing. “Where are you staying?”
“Well,” answered Nan, “I was staying in Rome, but I checked out this morning before coming here. I figured I’d find somewhere local to stay.”
“You can stay with us,” Sophia offered, “if you want, and as long as you like.”
“I get back on a train tomorrow night headed for Spain. It’s my last stop before heading home.”
“I have a friend who lives in Madrid, how long will you be there?”
“Two days, I’m scheduled to arrive Monday morning. I head back to the states Wednesday at four o'clock.
“Well, if we only have one night to have fun and make sure you have a good time, then we better get started,” Sophia announced, getting up and putting on her dress. The other girls followed her lead. Nan went back to her blanket, packed up and donned her sundress. She was nervous about what the rest of her day had in store for her, but was also excited about being so quickly and easily accepted into this circle of friendship and couldn’t wait to enjoy a night out with them.
They headed back to the parking lot, talking of the plans for the evening. It was only three in the afternoon, so first was to head back to town for a little shopping before heading back to Sophie’s house to get ready. Nan decided she needed a little more exciting attire and purchased a red dress to wear. Later, as they were getting ready, she put on the dress and the other items she purchased as a whole to get a collective opinion. Nina, who had been riding with Nan, had already seen the dress itself. The dress was strapless, form fitting along the body, but had a layered, ruffled-wrinkle to it so it didn’t expose every line of her body and left a little to the imagination. The skirt part fell away at the hip and came about mid thigh. Beneath it she wore a black petticoat with lacy fringe that hung just below the hem of the skirt; which broke up the color a bit from her red high heels. Her hair was partially pulled up with loose tendrils falling around her face.
“You look great,” Sophie complimented. Her look was simple, black dress, straight hair, but somehow sexier than if she’d dressed fancier.
“I wish I had your hair,” Nina admired. ‘It always looks perfect.”
“And yours doesn’t?” Nan asked, giving Nina her own admiring look. Nan never could pull off the layered look, she felt she always looked like the lonely cat woman, but Nina did it effortlessly. She was dressed in a black steam punk-style mini dress that hung lower in the back, paired with a white button down shirt with sheer sleeves that flared at the cuff. She topped that with a low-cut black vest that gathered nicely below her perky breasts, and a hat slightly off the back of her head. Beneath the dress she wore black thigh high stockings and low cut boots with a short heel.
“Not even,” Nina responded, “half the time I think it just looks a mess!”
Nan understood this very well. Looking at her, Nina’s hair had a kind of disorganized control that really matched her personality; bold, daring and free spirited.
“A sexy hot mess, maybe,” Nan shot and they all giggled.
“Well it don’t matter y’all,” Kelly chimed in, “’cause I have southern charm and that’s all I need,” then flashed them a devilish smile. Kelly wore a white dress that was threateningly short and devilishly revealing; her legs seemed impossibly long and her blonde hair fell in curls and waves. To Nan she looked like a model who had stepped right off a magazine cover.
“Wow!” Nan exclaimed, “I don’t know which is bolder, your outfit or your attitude. But I know this; you’re going to kill them in that dress. You look absolutely… wow!”
“I know,” Kelly replied, pouring on the southern accent, then turning around with a flip of her hair and a sway of her hips to finish getting ready.
“She’s beautiful; no one can deny her that. Has been since I’ve known her; and she knows it,” Sophia said as they watched her disappear into the bathroom.
They finished getting ready then piled into Sophia’s SUV. They drove to a club that Nan was certain was not listed, though she thought it was probably on the underground circuit. The inside was well-furnished and alive with loud music and so many people on the dance floor that it was hard to believe there was room to dance, but the mass of bodies moved like a wave on the dance floor.
“I didn’t think places like this really existed,” Nan said in awe. “I’ve seen them in movies, but just thought it was bull! So this is a rave?”
“Not quite,” Sophia laughed. “They do have raves here, but not tonight. There is a mosh pit though, if you’d like to try it out.”
“I think I’ll pass. Looks like I’ll get plenty moshed out there,” Nan said motioning to the dance floor. Sophia led them to the back of the club where they climbed a set of stairs to the VIP area. There was another dance floor here that wasn’t nearly as crowded. A waitress appeared almost immediately and exchanged a cordial greeting and a peck on the cheek with Sophia. Nan could tell the two knew each other and wondered how often Sophia came here.
“Bring us a round, Tiff,” Sophia said, “and we are going to have a heck of a night!”
“Sure thing, hun, I’ll keep ‘em comin’.”
“Thanks. Well girls,” Sophia started when the dinks arrived, “here’s to a wonderful night.” They all took a shot glass and drank to the toast. Nan had never been one to drink much, but the shot was sweet and not offensive. There was also a mixed drink for everyone to sip on, and this too Nan found to be light, fruity and tasty.
The four of them talked, laughed, drank and danced; sometimes with each other and sometimes with this guy or that guy that tried to woo them. Nan was feeling tipsy and frisky, but had completely forgotten her quest of finding an Italian lover. She was having too much fun to care. A couple of guys did manage to cop a feel on the dance floor, and Nan didn’t really mind, but Sophia kept the wolves at bay. Nan noticed she wasn’t drinking since the first shot and was thankful that they wouldn’t need a cab later.
At 1:45, being more than a little drunk and tired of the club scene, they went back to Sophia’s house. They kicked of their shoes and gathered on the couch as Sophia fixed herself a drink.
“Anyone else want one?” Sophia offered.
“I’ll have one,” Nina replied.
“Not for me,” Kelly said, “I’ve had way too much.”
“Sure, why not,” Nan said. She had sobered a little on the way to the house and wasn’t ready to let go of the buzz she was on.
“So what do you guys want to do? Wanna play a game or something?” Sophia asked as she delivered the drinks.
“I don’t know,” Nina answered, taking a large drink of her cocktail, “Ooh! I love this song!” Nina exclaimed as an upbeat dance song came on. Nan had barely swallowed her sip of her drink when Nina grabbed her arm and pulled her to an open space in the living room and began to dance. The song had a quick tempo and Nan was a little breathless as the song ended. They both went back and finished their drinks, which Sophia promptly replaced. Kelly and Nina both pulled Nan back to the floor. The song was not as fast, but was a little longer and by the time they sat down, Nan was feeling the effects of her drink.
“Whew! Okay you guys, gimme a minute,” Nan expressed, a little breathless. “I haven’t had this much in a long time. Thank you so much for inviting me.”
“Anytime, hun. Next year we might just have to visit you,” Sophia said with a laugh.
“I’d have you, gladly,” Nan responded with gratitude.
“What’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done?” Nina implored.
“Had sex with a complete stranger on a train,” Nan answered. The girls laughed, and then Nina continued,
“Okay. Before that?”
“I don’t know,” Nina said thoughtfully, “I guess, it’d have to be sex in a car.”
“While it was moving?” Kelly asked excitedly.
“No,” Nan laughed, “while on my honeymoon. My husband and I found a very secluded spot in the woods and things got hot.”
“That’s not very wild,” Kelly complained.
“It was, for me,” Nan offered.
“It’s okay, Nan,” Nina said, “not everyone is as exciting as Kelly.” At this the girls laughed again.
“Ooh! This is a good song, dance with me Sophia,” Kelly said getting up. The song was slow, but had a good groove for bumping and grinding. All the girls got up and danced together. Nan wouldn’t have enjoyed herself dancing like this just a few weeks ago, with a guy or girl. But she was thankful that she was able to learn and practice with her new friends without being judged. Nina came up behind her and began to grind against her; putting her hands on Nan’s hips, she guided her hips in rhythm with her own. It didn’t take Nan long to pick up the bump and sway. Nina moved to in front of Nan, keeping her hands on her hips. She continued to gyrate and added little dips and shimmies in her movements, all the while grinding Nan along with her. It was all very sexy and Nan was feeling a little aroused as she thought about her quest of seducing an Italian lover, and all the guys passed over through out the night.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Nina pressed her lips to her own and Nina’s tongue began to probe her mouth. Nan was shocked at first and froze, but then accepted and returned the kiss of the Aussie beauty. Her gyration had stopped, but Nina kept dancing as her hands left Nan’s hips and began to explore other parts of her body. Nan tried to dance as Nina’s hands moved up her sides, down her back and found two handfuls of her firm ass. Nan moaned into her mouth as Nina gave her ass a firm squeeze. Nan was still unsure of how to react even though she was beginning to admit to herself that the taboo nature of what was happening was exciting her. She cautioned a glance at Sophia only to find her and Kelly freely groping each other. She looked at Nina in disbelief and asked,
“Are you all lesbians?”
“No,” Nina said with a smile, “we just like to have fun together. I guess you could say we are bi, but only when we’re together. We keep no restrictions when we’re together.” Nan had stopped dancing and looked at Nina with an astonished look. “I hope I didn’t spook you,” Nina cooed.
“Nope! I’m good,” Nan answered, maybe a little too quickly. In an attempt to prove herself, she began dancing again and moved close to Nina, hoping for another kiss, but too nervous to initiate it. Nina laughed and danced with her, grinding her leg against Nan’s pelvis and letting Nan’s do the same to hers. Nina moved her lips to Nan’s ear and gently kissed just below her earlobe, and then continued soft kisses down her neck as her hand ran up Nan’s thigh. Nina’s touch sent thrills up Nan’s spine as her hand moved up her naked leg, under her skirt and again came to rest on Nan’sTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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