Ana of Peljesac A retelling of my affair
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This summer I was invited by a friend (I’ll call him Frank) to join him and his family, plus a few other befriended families on a 2-week trip to Croatia. I took him up on his offer more than gladly, and on the 22nd of August we were on our way. We live in southern Germany, and the trip to Peljesac Peninsula (near Dubrovnik; maybe some of you have been there) took almost 16 hours. But we finally, finally made it, and it couldn’t have been sooner! We stayed with a couple who rented parts of their villa to vacationers, and we were living on the outskirts of Trpanj. The couple, both already well into their 60s, welcomed us as we arrived, and what I didn’t recognize immediately though, was a girl about my age, standing maybe a yard behind the couple. We all introduced ourselves, and our hosts told us that this girl was their hired housekeeper, and that we should come to her if we needed anything, like towels, sheets and so forth. This girl (it’s going to be quite hard to describe her, given that I knew very little about her) was Bosnian and worked for our hosts as a summer job. Her name, as I later found out, was Ana. Anyway, we started settling in and spending a lot of time on the rocky beaches, tanning, fishing and hiking.
During the day we would be outside the entire time, and come evening, we would be on our open porch, playing cards and drinking some lovely Croatian beer with the rest of the crew, often very deep into the night. Once everyone else had gone to bed, Frank and I would scavenge for tobacco which the adults left lying around (some of them were very active smokers). We almost always found some, and took the booty down to the bay, which was about 85 yards away from our villa. We then sat down on the docks, every night, and smoked a few cigarettes by the water. Frank and I have known each other for about 6 years now, and we have become almost like brothers. We talked about a lot of stuff, from stupid teachers to the reason for our existence to girls we liked. Often the day would not be declared ‘over’ if we were not sitting at the bay, smoking and philosophizing over this and that. And so it came, that we were talking about Ana time and again. We both noticed her beauty, and that she looked at us with a kind of mischievous gleam in her eyes. But before I go into detail about her looks, I have to tell you about mine. I’m quite short for a man, at 5’5”, I have blond hair that I like to wear short, I have fair skin and an average build. What I was proud of, however, was the size of my penis. I always thought, even when I was younger that it was big for my size. During the summer, it was about 7, 5”. Now Ana was pretty much your girl-next-door. She was pretty much exactly as tall as I was, she had long brown hair that she would always wear in a ponytail, slim build, a very cute smile with a clear, healthy laugh, a quite sexy behind, a chest that was good enough for me (I later looked in her bra once and saw the size to be 75C by European measurements) and oh God, those beautiful hazel eyes…. Frank and I both said we wanted her, even though my buddy always has very high demands of women, while I tend to be more realistic. I also knew that he wouldn’t be going after Ana; He is always looking for a model, and I tend to see the good in the women around me.
So after about a week, I wanted to exchange my towel for a new one. And who do I have to see to get a new one? Ana. The girl I had been looking at all along. We didn’t really see her during the day, during the late afternoon she would appear and water the plants in the garden of the villa. I did know what room she lived in though, and that afternoon I nervously knocked on her door. After a moment she opened up, wearing a white bathrobe that ended at her knees and looked at me. Her hair was damp and stood off from her lovely head here and there. A pang of longing passed me, Jesus, her eyes……She looked at me questioningly while I fought to regain my senses. I asked if I could have a new towel in German. She just raised her eyebrow and grinned in a pretty cheeky way. ‘Idiot!’, I thought to myself. I repeated the question in English, but she still looked lost. I repeated slowly, gesticulating alongside. She understood, apparently, because she threw back her curls and laughed her beautiful laugh. She beckoned me to come inside. Her room looked pretty much the same as mine, albeit with a larger bathroom and a bit more space altogether. She picked up a key from her dresser, giving me a little something to look at in the process. She gestured for me to follow her upstairs to the room where all the towels, sheets etc. were stored. Now, communication between the two of us was difficult at best. I couldn’t speak Croatian, her English was mediocre at best and I didn’t even have a clue about Bosnian. So when she said something to me I didn’t understand (other than the very pleasant tone of her voice, so smooth and silky), I looked at her helplessly until she took my hand and dropped the key into it. She then grinned and opened the closet doors to find the towel I had asked for. I followed her to the point where I was standing right behind her, and she knelt down to pull out the towel. I put my hands on my hips (which I do a lot) and waited. She laid her head back into her neck and looked at me from below. Since I didn’t know what to make of it I looked at her quizzically which caused her to laugh heartily. She finally got up again and handed me my towel. I gave her a slight bow to express my thanks, and she giggled. We looked each other in the eyes for a bit; I could see a mix of emotion rising from hers, sadness, longing, amusement, desire…She looked down and muttered something to herself. I didn’t know what to make of it, obviously she was nervous but I didn’t really know what to make of it. I stroked her chin with my index finger and she slowly looked up. Ana appeared torn, as if she was trying to make a decision. She slowly extended her hand to mine and took it. Our joined hands were just below her face, when she kissed my hand lightly. Ana then released it and traced a line from my chin, down my throat and chest to my stomach, stopping just above the belt line. Suddenly I heard Frank calling for me, completely destroying the moment between me and Ana. She gesticulated a bit, supported with a few lumps of English, that I was supposed to come back to this supply room at 03:00 in the morning, pointing to my watch. I nodded to show her that I understood, and a relieved smile crept over her lovely face. She hugged me, engulfing me in her intoxicating smell; something between salty and the sweet smell of figs. I quickly planted a small kiss on her forehead and we left the room together, both a bit flushed. I came down the 2 flights of stairs to find my friend with two bottles of Karlovacko Beer. He handed me one saying “C’mon Mike (that’s me), I still gotta beat my 14 kuna you won from me outta you!” I followed him downstairs to our porch, where everyone was already waiting to play. I took my seat and dealt the cards, not once not thinking about the moment I had shared with Ana earlier.
The hours passed, and I was losing all the money I had won on previous nights. I know just why, too. Ana. I could not, for the love of God, stop thinking about her, how close she was to me that evening; the look in her eyes, the smell of her, the way her chest heaved in sync with her breath…It was overwhelming. Finally, the crowd thinned, and once again it was just me and Frank sitting on our porch. As usual we looked around for renegade cigarettes, and found us each one. We went down to the docks in silence, only the ground cracking and crunching beneath our feet. It was warm, given that it was 2:00 am, something around 75° I guess. We arrived at our docks and started conversing about this girl back home that Frank said he would get. We had a good time teasing each other about the girls we had had and which we would get. Selfishly though, I didn’t tell him about Ana and what I had experienced. He looked at me testily and said “Well Mike, aren’t we gonna light up these cigarettes?” I threw him the lighter, he ignited his and threw me the lighter again. I lit mine as well, and breathed in the tobacco fumes deeply. We sat there for a while, this time contemplating the political situation in Germany and the US. After we had sat there for half an hour, more than usual (Frank had pulled out a pack of cigarettes he had bought discreetly from our host, and we each smoked two more), we went back up to the villa. Since we shared a room, we each got into our beds, and after about 15 minutes, Frank was snoring. I laid in bed a while longer, unsure of what was about to happen. I didn’t know Ana too well, and I was wondering what she wanted to do.
Nevertheless, at 2:55 I quietly left our room, wearing my pajamas, which were nothing more than a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. I actually remember taking a short bathrobe too. I silently crept up the stairs, not wanting to wake anybody and be faced with prying questions. I arrived at the door to the supply room; light was showing under the door. I knocked once, quietly and then pushed open the door. Now, I just remembered that I hadn’t told you what the room looked like. It was just below the roof, so the far wall was inclined, and there was 1 small niche with a window. On the far left was the closet with all the spare textiles, on the right there was a small sink and mirror and there were 2 stacks of spare mattresses in the middle of the small room, each about 4 mattresses high (about 3’ in total). Ana was sitting on the stack, wearing a white top and baggy gray pants. I couldn’t see any bra straps, but I could see the string of her underwear. Her face lit up when she saw me enter, motioned me to close the door, throwing me a key. I dutifully locked it, but she told me to kill the lights. I flicked the switch, leaving the room doused only in silvery light from the half-moon above the window. She gently patted a space right next to her on the mattress, and I sat down, my heartbeat fluttering.
She scanned me up and down slowly, and I noticed Ana’s eyes flash a tiny bit as she passed my crotch with her view. She raised her hand, pointed to me, and then formed a fist with her thumb and pinkie extended. She looked at me, like she wanted to ask something and brought her thumb to her mouth, lifting her pinkie into the air.
She was apparently asking me if I wanted to drink something. I shrugged and nodded, and Ana produced a metal flask from between the stacks of mattresses. She handed it to me. I flipped it open and took a whiff, smelling the familiar fumes of burnt alcohol. “Viski”, Ana said, Whiskey. I nodded, raised the flask to her and took a gulp. The whiskey warmed up my stomach and nagged at the knot I had in my intestines. All in all, it felt rejuvenating! Ana took the flask, took a massive gulp herself and grinned at me seductively. ‘Oh right’, I thought to myself, ‘Bosnian. She’s probably been drinking the stuff since she was 12’. I took another swig after she handed me the flask again. I felt more comfortable and a little warmer too. I set the whiskey aside and looked at this girl. Her hair was put up in a knot, with a few strands of hair falling loose. Her round face, her tanned cheeks where I could see a bit of a flush, her lips; full and rosy, her heaving bosom, and her loose fitting garment all suited her wonderfully. She looked at me with something I guess was sadness in her eyes, I figured she was homesick. With the language barrier, I would never find out. She leaned onto my shoulder, and I put my arm around her. She settled into my embrace and said “Nice, this nice. This warm.” I grinned and laid my head on the top of hers. Breathing rhythmically, I could feel her slim waist and her hips and moved my hand up and down her waist. (I do like the waist on the female body ;) She stroked my chest and my stomach, carefully avoiding anything below the midriff. She caressed my face, which I took as a sign to look up. She looked right into my eyes, and her intoxicating scent once more captivated me. Her eyes portrayed a deepness I have yet to see in another girl. The sexual tension between was crackling with electricity; a small action would cause it to snap. She leaned up toward me and I saw sparks fly. Our lips met, and the tension exploded in a starburst of color, sound and song. There was that peculiar feeling that something in my body was falling, coming back up and then falling again.
We broke apart, and smiled at each other, and her smile was just the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She had a mysterious mischievous shine in her eyes, and she pushed me onto my back, and she laid down on top of me. I gripped her tightly with both of my hands. We joined lips again, this time with real fire burning between the two of us. She opened her mouth slightly and I felt her tongue prodding at my lips. I gladly granted her entry and she practically fell into me. We made out like that for a few minutes, and slowly I pushed one of my hands up her back. Her smooth skin below my hand almost made me freak out, and by stroking her back I was also pushing her top up as well. She reacted by giving me one last flick of her tounge and she sat up. She ripped open my robe, and pulled it off. I reached up to rid her of her shirt, but Ana took my hands and pinned them down again. She yanked my t-shirt upward, revealing my belly and chest. She traced a line around my nipples and slowly moved up to my lips. Ana then drew back her hand, looked at me mysteriously and moved her hands to the hem of her top. She pulled it above her head, leaving me to gawk at her bare chest. Her tits were really out of this world, well-sized, full and round, and topped with wonderfully shaped brown nipples. She smirked and threw herself on top of me again. Skin and skin slapped together, almost making me lose my mind. It goes without saying that I had a raging erection my now, and my cock was tenting my boxers incredibly. My penis was poking into her waist and she touched it gingerly while we were making out again. It twitched, causing her to grin.
Ana raised her wonderfully shaped body off of me and completely rid me of my shirt that I still had gathered below my chin. I sat up as well, we were now kneeling, facing each other. Grabbing her waist and pressing our mouths together again, I twisted her body and let myself fall on top of her. She shrieked and then laughed again. I let my hands roam all over her body, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, causing her to moan. She was clawing at my boxers, evidently anxious to get into my pants. I retaliated by doing just what she had done a few minutes earlier, and pinned her wrists to the mattress. I then shimmied her out of her baggy gray pants, leaving us both only adorned with our most private areas covered and planted a trail of kisses from her chin, over her chest, biting the nipples softly, over her defined belly down to her waist. I could smell her feminine scent rising from her crotch, and I almost came then and there. She looked at me pleadingly, and pointed toward her vagina. I smiled, and moved my body on top of her again. She smacked me playfully, while I pinched her right nipple again.
She suddenly pushed her body upward, taking me with her. When we reached the top, she pushed me onto my back, but holding on to my boxers. In one very smooth motion, Ana had put herself into the position of power AND pulled off my only remaining piece of clothing! In doing so she had pulled my underwear to my knees and completely exposed my freshly shaved crotch; my cock was standing at attention. She looked at me naughtily while I nodded appreciatively of the move she had just pulled off. She once again pointed to her panties and beckoned me with her finger. I rose to kneel again, and looking her full in the eyes I reached down to her waist. She took a deep breath and I paused, raising my eyebrow. “Ozbiljan sam”, she told me (I later found out it meant ‘I’m serious’) I didn’t know what to make of it, but slowly continued pulling down her panties. Bit by bit, her pussy came into view. A very neatly trimmed stubble of pubic hair preceded her very pink folds, tucked into her outer lips. I guess I stared a little…. Ana smacked my hand away and yanked her knickers down herself. She pushed me down again, and quickly followed suit. She looked at me in a very, incredibly sexy way before she kissed the head of my 7” cock. I jumped in pleasure, and she took it as a sign to engulf my rod into her small mouth. My oh my, was it wet wand warm in there, and her tongue swirled over my cock while she moved her head up and down. I was in complete heaven, until after five minutes I pulled myself away. The Bosnian Beauty sighted my knowingly, pulling a condom out of seemingly thin air. Ana proceeded to put it on my penis, and it was a lot more snug than any other condom I’ve had on. She then, for what felt like the 20th time, pushed me onto my back. Ana had a wicked grin on her face as she positioned her beautiful pussy right above my cock.
Moaning loudly, she let herself fall and be impaled on my dick in one smooth motion. I threw my head back in pleasure, she was tight as fuck! Her folds gripping my cock like a vice, she began bouncing on my cock, coating it with her delicious juices. It was heaven, I could have died in that moment for all I care. All that mattered was Ana, her hair flying wildly around her face while she rode me, the smell of her womanhood, the sight of her boobs bouncing around up there, the feel of my cock inside her, pushing against her back wall. I pulled out, and guided her to her back. Ana looked like a goddess, lying on those mattresses, her legs spread wide, allowing me to get a very exclusive and very sexy view of her pussy. I practically jumped her, plunging my cock inside her and ramming her like there was no tomorrow. She moaned at every stroke; I traced by hand to where her folds joined and caressed her clit. She almost screamed in pleasure as I stimulated the beauty’s most sensitive area. She threw her head from side to side as I fucked her and simultaneously fingered her clitoris. I suddenly had an idea. I reached for the flask we had drunk from earlier, snapped it open and poured some on her tits. Her eyes flew open as the liquor spread across her body. I let myself fall on top of her, the whiskey lubricating the motion of our bodies nicely. I began to fuck her faster, causing Ana to moan and scream in pleasure. She clamped her arms around my back and let them roam free. I wiggled my hand down to our joined bodies again, and with one quick flick of her clit, and a push of my pelvis her walls clamped tightly around my cock, her back arching, her nails digging into my back drawing blood, her toes curling and a animal, guttural scream escaped her throat. All this caused me to fall from my ecstatic heights, and I came violently, pumping my seed into the condom, a deep and drawn-out moan escaping my lips. I fell on top of Ana, still buried inside her. Her pussy was still twitching as she rode out her orgasm. We finally came down together, and I pulled my cock out of her, her pussy giving a small squelching sound. I removed the condom and laid down next to her. As her breathing slowed down, I reached for her clit with my hand, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget her face going slack as I found her clit and began to stroke it. She moaned very softly. I continued to lift her into those unimaginable heights and held on tight as she tensed up, moaned very loudly and her pussy bucked and squirted some juice onto the floor. We stayed arm in arm a while longer, my cock at her thigh and my finger in her pussy. We finally fell asleep shortly after, naked and very, very spent in each other’s arms.
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AN: Well, I hope that you enjoyed my first erotic piece of writing! Please let me know if you liked it, or what I should change in future writing. Criticism is appreciated! Ana and I did have sex a few more times during my vacation; if you wish, I’ll write about that, too. I hope to see a lot of reactions to this!
All the best,
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This summer I was invited by a friend (I’ll call him Frank) to join him and his family, plus a few other befriended families on a 2-week trip to Croatia. I took him up on his offer more than gladly, and on the 22nd of August we were on our way. We live in southern Germany, and the trip to Peljesac Peninsula (near Dubrovnik; maybe some of you have been there) took almost 16 hours. But we finally, finally made it, and it couldn’t have been sooner! We stayed with a couple who rented parts of their villa to vacationers, and we were living on the outskirts of Trpanj. The couple, both already well into their 60s, welcomed us as we arrived, and what I didn’t recognize immediately though, was a girl about my age, standing maybe a yard behind the couple. We all introduced ourselves, and our hosts told us that this girl was their hired housekeeper, and that we should come to her if we needed anything, like towels, sheets and so forth. This girl (it’s going to be quite hard to describe her, given that I knew very little about her) was Bosnian and worked for our hosts as a summer job. Her name, as I later found out, was Ana. Anyway, we started settling in and spending a lot of time on the rocky beaches, tanning, fishing and hiking.
During the day we would be outside the entire time, and come evening, we would be on our open porch, playing cards and drinking some lovely Croatian beer with the rest of the crew, often very deep into the night. Once everyone else had gone to bed, Frank and I would scavenge for tobacco which the adults left lying around (some of them were very active smokers). We almost always found some, and took the booty down to the bay, which was about 85 yards away from our villa. We then sat down on the docks, every night, and smoked a few cigarettes by the water. Frank and I have known each other for about 6 years now, and we have become almost like brothers. We talked about a lot of stuff, from stupid teachers to the reason for our existence to girls we liked. Often the day would not be declared ‘over’ if we were not sitting at the bay, smoking and philosophizing over this and that. And so it came, that we were talking about Ana time and again. We both noticed her beauty, and that she looked at us with a kind of mischievous gleam in her eyes. But before I go into detail about her looks, I have to tell you about mine. I’m quite short for a man, at 5’5”, I have blond hair that I like to wear short, I have fair skin and an average build. What I was proud of, however, was the size of my penis. I always thought, even when I was younger that it was big for my size. During the summer, it was about 7, 5”. Now Ana was pretty much your girl-next-door. She was pretty much exactly as tall as I was, she had long brown hair that she would always wear in a ponytail, slim build, a very cute smile with a clear, healthy laugh, a quite sexy behind, a chest that was good enough for me (I later looked in her bra once and saw the size to be 75C by European measurements) and oh God, those beautiful hazel eyes…. Frank and I both said we wanted her, even though my buddy always has very high demands of women, while I tend to be more realistic. I also knew that he wouldn’t be going after Ana; He is always looking for a model, and I tend to see the good in the women around me.
So after about a week, I wanted to exchange my towel for a new one. And who do I have to see to get a new one? Ana. The girl I had been looking at all along. We didn’t really see her during the day, during the late afternoon she would appear and water the plants in the garden of the villa. I did know what room she lived in though, and that afternoon I nervously knocked on her door. After a moment she opened up, wearing a white bathrobe that ended at her knees and looked at me. Her hair was damp and stood off from her lovely head here and there. A pang of longing passed me, Jesus, her eyes……She looked at me questioningly while I fought to regain my senses. I asked if I could have a new towel in German. She just raised her eyebrow and grinned in a pretty cheeky way. ‘Idiot!’, I thought to myself. I repeated the question in English, but she still looked lost. I repeated slowly, gesticulating alongside. She understood, apparently, because she threw back her curls and laughed her beautiful laugh. She beckoned me to come inside. Her room looked pretty much the same as mine, albeit with a larger bathroom and a bit more space altogether. She picked up a key from her dresser, giving me a little something to look at in the process. She gestured for me to follow her upstairs to the room where all the towels, sheets etc. were stored. Now, communication between the two of us was difficult at best. I couldn’t speak Croatian, her English was mediocre at best and I didn’t even have a clue about Bosnian. So when she said something to me I didn’t understand (other than the very pleasant tone of her voice, so smooth and silky), I looked at her helplessly until she took my hand and dropped the key into it. She then grinned and opened the closet doors to find the towel I had asked for. I followed her to the point where I was standing right behind her, and she knelt down to pull out the towel. I put my hands on my hips (which I do a lot) and waited. She laid her head back into her neck and looked at me from below. Since I didn’t know what to make of it I looked at her quizzically which caused her to laugh heartily. She finally got up again and handed me my towel. I gave her a slight bow to express my thanks, and she giggled. We looked each other in the eyes for a bit; I could see a mix of emotion rising from hers, sadness, longing, amusement, desire…She looked down and muttered something to herself. I didn’t know what to make of it, obviously she was nervous but I didn’t really know what to make of it. I stroked her chin with my index finger and she slowly looked up. Ana appeared torn, as if she was trying to make a decision. She slowly extended her hand to mine and took it. Our joined hands were just below her face, when she kissed my hand lightly. Ana then released it and traced a line from my chin, down my throat and chest to my stomach, stopping just above the belt line. Suddenly I heard Frank calling for me, completely destroying the moment between me and Ana. She gesticulated a bit, supported with a few lumps of English, that I was supposed to come back to this supply room at 03:00 in the morning, pointing to my watch. I nodded to show her that I understood, and a relieved smile crept over her lovely face. She hugged me, engulfing me in her intoxicating smell; something between salty and the sweet smell of figs. I quickly planted a small kiss on her forehead and we left the room together, both a bit flushed. I came down the 2 flights of stairs to find my friend with two bottles of Karlovacko Beer. He handed me one saying “C’mon Mike (that’s me), I still gotta beat my 14 kuna you won from me outta you!” I followed him downstairs to our porch, where everyone was already waiting to play. I took my seat and dealt the cards, not once not thinking about the moment I had shared with Ana earlier.
The hours passed, and I was losing all the money I had won on previous nights. I know just why, too. Ana. I could not, for the love of God, stop thinking about her, how close she was to me that evening; the look in her eyes, the smell of her, the way her chest heaved in sync with her breath…It was overwhelming. Finally, the crowd thinned, and once again it was just me and Frank sitting on our porch. As usual we looked around for renegade cigarettes, and found us each one. We went down to the docks in silence, only the ground cracking and crunching beneath our feet. It was warm, given that it was 2:00 am, something around 75° I guess. We arrived at our docks and started conversing about this girl back home that Frank said he would get. We had a good time teasing each other about the girls we had had and which we would get. Selfishly though, I didn’t tell him about Ana and what I had experienced. He looked at me testily and said “Well Mike, aren’t we gonna light up these cigarettes?” I threw him the lighter, he ignited his and threw me the lighter again. I lit mine as well, and breathed in the tobacco fumes deeply. We sat there for a while, this time contemplating the political situation in Germany and the US. After we had sat there for half an hour, more than usual (Frank had pulled out a pack of cigarettes he had bought discreetly from our host, and we each smoked two more), we went back up to the villa. Since we shared a room, we each got into our beds, and after about 15 minutes, Frank was snoring. I laid in bed a while longer, unsure of what was about to happen. I didn’t know Ana too well, and I was wondering what she wanted to do.
Nevertheless, at 2:55 I quietly left our room, wearing my pajamas, which were nothing more than a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. I actually remember taking a short bathrobe too. I silently crept up the stairs, not wanting to wake anybody and be faced with prying questions. I arrived at the door to the supply room; light was showing under the door. I knocked once, quietly and then pushed open the door. Now, I just remembered that I hadn’t told you what the room looked like. It was just below the roof, so the far wall was inclined, and there was 1 small niche with a window. On the far left was the closet with all the spare textiles, on the right there was a small sink and mirror and there were 2 stacks of spare mattresses in the middle of the small room, each about 4 mattresses high (about 3’ in total). Ana was sitting on the stack, wearing a white top and baggy gray pants. I couldn’t see any bra straps, but I could see the string of her underwear. Her face lit up when she saw me enter, motioned me to close the door, throwing me a key. I dutifully locked it, but she told me to kill the lights. I flicked the switch, leaving the room doused only in silvery light from the half-moon above the window. She gently patted a space right next to her on the mattress, and I sat down, my heartbeat fluttering.
She scanned me up and down slowly, and I noticed Ana’s eyes flash a tiny bit as she passed my crotch with her view. She raised her hand, pointed to me, and then formed a fist with her thumb and pinkie extended. She looked at me, like she wanted to ask something and brought her thumb to her mouth, lifting her pinkie into the air.
She was apparently asking me if I wanted to drink something. I shrugged and nodded, and Ana produced a metal flask from between the stacks of mattresses. She handed it to me. I flipped it open and took a whiff, smelling the familiar fumes of burnt alcohol. “Viski”, Ana said, Whiskey. I nodded, raised the flask to her and took a gulp. The whiskey warmed up my stomach and nagged at the knot I had in my intestines. All in all, it felt rejuvenating! Ana took the flask, took a massive gulp herself and grinned at me seductively. ‘Oh right’, I thought to myself, ‘Bosnian. She’s probably been drinking the stuff since she was 12’. I took another swig after she handed me the flask again. I felt more comfortable and a little warmer too. I set the whiskey aside and looked at this girl. Her hair was put up in a knot, with a few strands of hair falling loose. Her round face, her tanned cheeks where I could see a bit of a flush, her lips; full and rosy, her heaving bosom, and her loose fitting garment all suited her wonderfully. She looked at me with something I guess was sadness in her eyes, I figured she was homesick. With the language barrier, I would never find out. She leaned onto my shoulder, and I put my arm around her. She settled into my embrace and said “Nice, this nice. This warm.” I grinned and laid my head on the top of hers. Breathing rhythmically, I could feel her slim waist and her hips and moved my hand up and down her waist. (I do like the waist on the female body ;) She stroked my chest and my stomach, carefully avoiding anything below the midriff. She caressed my face, which I took as a sign to look up. She looked right into my eyes, and her intoxicating scent once more captivated me. Her eyes portrayed a deepness I have yet to see in another girl. The sexual tension between was crackling with electricity; a small action would cause it to snap. She leaned up toward me and I saw sparks fly. Our lips met, and the tension exploded in a starburst of color, sound and song. There was that peculiar feeling that something in my body was falling, coming back up and then falling again.
We broke apart, and smiled at each other, and her smile was just the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She had a mysterious mischievous shine in her eyes, and she pushed me onto my back, and she laid down on top of me. I gripped her tightly with both of my hands. We joined lips again, this time with real fire burning between the two of us. She opened her mouth slightly and I felt her tongue prodding at my lips. I gladly granted her entry and she practically fell into me. We made out like that for a few minutes, and slowly I pushed one of my hands up her back. Her smooth skin below my hand almost made me freak out, and by stroking her back I was also pushing her top up as well. She reacted by giving me one last flick of her tounge and she sat up. She ripped open my robe, and pulled it off. I reached up to rid her of her shirt, but Ana took my hands and pinned them down again. She yanked my t-shirt upward, revealing my belly and chest. She traced a line around my nipples and slowly moved up to my lips. Ana then drew back her hand, looked at me mysteriously and moved her hands to the hem of her top. She pulled it above her head, leaving me to gawk at her bare chest. Her tits were really out of this world, well-sized, full and round, and topped with wonderfully shaped brown nipples. She smirked and threw herself on top of me again. Skin and skin slapped together, almost making me lose my mind. It goes without saying that I had a raging erection my now, and my cock was tenting my boxers incredibly. My penis was poking into her waist and she touched it gingerly while we were making out again. It twitched, causing her to grin.
Ana raised her wonderfully shaped body off of me and completely rid me of my shirt that I still had gathered below my chin. I sat up as well, we were now kneeling, facing each other. Grabbing her waist and pressing our mouths together again, I twisted her body and let myself fall on top of her. She shrieked and then laughed again. I let my hands roam all over her body, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, causing her to moan. She was clawing at my boxers, evidently anxious to get into my pants. I retaliated by doing just what she had done a few minutes earlier, and pinned her wrists to the mattress. I then shimmied her out of her baggy gray pants, leaving us both only adorned with our most private areas covered and planted a trail of kisses from her chin, over her chest, biting the nipples softly, over her defined belly down to her waist. I could smell her feminine scent rising from her crotch, and I almost came then and there. She looked at me pleadingly, and pointed toward her vagina. I smiled, and moved my body on top of her again. She smacked me playfully, while I pinched her right nipple again.
She suddenly pushed her body upward, taking me with her. When we reached the top, she pushed me onto my back, but holding on to my boxers. In one very smooth motion, Ana had put herself into the position of power AND pulled off my only remaining piece of clothing! In doing so she had pulled my underwear to my knees and completely exposed my freshly shaved crotch; my cock was standing at attention. She looked at me naughtily while I nodded appreciatively of the move she had just pulled off. She once again pointed to her panties and beckoned me with her finger. I rose to kneel again, and looking her full in the eyes I reached down to her waist. She took a deep breath and I paused, raising my eyebrow. “Ozbiljan sam”, she told me (I later found out it meant ‘I’m serious’) I didn’t know what to make of it, but slowly continued pulling down her panties. Bit by bit, her pussy came into view. A very neatly trimmed stubble of pubic hair preceded her very pink folds, tucked into her outer lips. I guess I stared a little…. Ana smacked my hand away and yanked her knickers down herself. She pushed me down again, and quickly followed suit. She looked at me in a very, incredibly sexy way before she kissed the head of my 7” cock. I jumped in pleasure, and she took it as a sign to engulf my rod into her small mouth. My oh my, was it wet wand warm in there, and her tongue swirled over my cock while she moved her head up and down. I was in complete heaven, until after five minutes I pulled myself away. The Bosnian Beauty sighted my knowingly, pulling a condom out of seemingly thin air. Ana proceeded to put it on my penis, and it was a lot more snug than any other condom I’ve had on. She then, for what felt like the 20th time, pushed me onto my back. Ana had a wicked grin on her face as she positioned her beautiful pussy right above my cock.
Moaning loudly, she let herself fall and be impaled on my dick in one smooth motion. I threw my head back in pleasure, she was tight as fuck! Her folds gripping my cock like a vice, she began bouncing on my cock, coating it with her delicious juices. It was heaven, I could have died in that moment for all I care. All that mattered was Ana, her hair flying wildly around her face while she rode me, the smell of her womanhood, the sight of her boobs bouncing around up there, the feel of my cock inside her, pushing against her back wall. I pulled out, and guided her to her back. Ana looked like a goddess, lying on those mattresses, her legs spread wide, allowing me to get a very exclusive and very sexy view of her pussy. I practically jumped her, plunging my cock inside her and ramming her like there was no tomorrow. She moaned at every stroke; I traced by hand to where her folds joined and caressed her clit. She almost screamed in pleasure as I stimulated the beauty’s most sensitive area. She threw her head from side to side as I fucked her and simultaneously fingered her clitoris. I suddenly had an idea. I reached for the flask we had drunk from earlier, snapped it open and poured some on her tits. Her eyes flew open as the liquor spread across her body. I let myself fall on top of her, the whiskey lubricating the motion of our bodies nicely. I began to fuck her faster, causing Ana to moan and scream in pleasure. She clamped her arms around my back and let them roam free. I wiggled my hand down to our joined bodies again, and with one quick flick of her clit, and a push of my pelvis her walls clamped tightly around my cock, her back arching, her nails digging into my back drawing blood, her toes curling and a animal, guttural scream escaped her throat. All this caused me to fall from my ecstatic heights, and I came violently, pumping my seed into the condom, a deep and drawn-out moan escaping my lips. I fell on top of Ana, still buried inside her. Her pussy was still twitching as she rode out her orgasm. We finally came down together, and I pulled my cock out of her, her pussy giving a small squelching sound. I removed the condom and laid down next to her. As her breathing slowed down, I reached for her clit with my hand, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget her face going slack as I found her clit and began to stroke it. She moaned very softly. I continued to lift her into those unimaginable heights and held on tight as she tensed up, moaned very loudly and her pussy bucked and squirted some juice onto the floor. We stayed arm in arm a while longer, my cock at her thigh and my finger in her pussy. We finally fell asleep shortly after, naked and very, very spent in each other’s arms.
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AN: Well, I hope that you enjoyed my first erotic piece of writing! Please let me know if you liked it, or what I should change in future writing. Criticism is appreciated! Ana and I did have sex a few more times during my vacation; if you wish, I’ll write about that, too. I hope to see a lot of reactions to this!
All the best,
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Eisley
- 05.06.2021
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