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Hello, I love intellectual Women. Due to my work, I had to travel a lot. I’m a 38 yr old technical professional and was send to Italy to meet some customers almost 10 yrs back. Now Italian and French women it seems are made by God for love making; they ooze so much confidence and sensuality that is not generally present in other races…though after eating in almost half a ton countries, I found Italian and French cuisine the best.

Anyways…I caught a train/ metro from Milano central to a far away station. Those familiar with Italy know that strikes can happen almost anytime. I was sitting when a man and young woman came and sat to my either side. They were not together. After sometime, I the train went slow and stopped while the announcement was brought made in Italian. I turned to the guy on my right to ask what was the matter. He responded in Italian and in a very rude way. I turned to my right and hesitated. She was reading some book and looked towards me and smiled. Wow..What a smile it was. With her specs on..she looked even more beautiful. She said that the train work has stopped and we need to catch a bus that will take people to their destination. She spoke English in very Italian way. She told me not to worry and just walk with her. We talked a bit and exchanged emails and phone nos. I dropped her email when I reached office to thank her and asked if she would like to have dinner with
me. She accepted and we met at a restaurant. After dinner, we started to talk and walk around duomo. The air was a bit chilly and she held my hand…trust me I got the shiver that Milan cold couldn’t give me. Nothing romantic…it’s just Italian way. We got a bit personal and I held her, looked into her eyes and told her that she is beautiful. She came every close to me and we kissed. Here I have to mention that whenever I get compliments on kissing ability…I thank her in my heart. We decided to go to my 5 star hotel…right in center of Milan. I think that it was Radisson.

We got into my room and kissed madly. She moved her hand on my cock and I on her breast. She was wearing knee length skirts and decent top. When I moved my hands over her top..She whispered…moved your hands inside. And my God….wonderful boobs….with exciting, piercing pink nipples. I circled my tongue around the nipple and probably she couldn’t resist and forced me to push my mouth on the nipple. I grabbed one nipple in my mouth and started to suck it and other was hands were working….sometimes on boobs and sometimes on her lovely cunt. And then we stopped…looked into each other’s eyes…perhaps an approval from each other…and In no moments she was naked and wow…beautiful breast and lovely shaved cunt. I started to kiss and moved down…sucking her nipples. She pushed my head deeper into her cleavage. As I was about to talk…she said..shut up and suck. That was very beautiful. As we rolled into each other..my thighs got wet and I realised that this beautiful woman was not just wet…she was almost draining between her legs. I got down to drink her juices and she pushed my head deeper into her pussy. And guess what..she had her orgasm. Now she was even more aggressive. She pushed me on the bed…took my belt off and brought down my zipper. Took the cock out….looked at it lastingly…I understood…she wanted to suck it. We got into 69 and in 10mins…I released. She gulped every bit of white nectar that came out. But her sucking did not stop and my cock was up in no time. Now she got up…kissed me and told me to fuck her. I told her..no condoms. She said something that surprised immensely…I’m a virgin and I want to loose it to you. I asked why me? She said because I am in love with you. She told me that she is a scientist and always was interested in science and research till today morning when she saw me. And she decided to lose my virginity to me. I asked her “what would have happened if I wouldn’t have invited her for dinner”…and came a prompt response “I would have invited you for dinner”. And she lied down…pulled me over and took my dick in her hand and put it on the opening of her cunt. She then kissed me and pressed my ass indication to push my cock inside. A bit of pain..few drops of blood and the rhythm went on. It was rhythmic …I loved her for around 45 minutes…where all what she said was…”Fuck me hard”, and when I nearing that..she whispered…don’t worry..just release as my periods will start in a day or two. We fucked like kittens all night. After making love, she just wanted to me suck her nipples. We made furious love again and I released. I just prayed that she doesn’t become pregnant. And I released….Oh God…what a release it was in an Italian Cunt. And then we slept naked in each other’s arms. I work up in morning…and saw my Italian beauty sleeping. It seems that she just came out from one of Michelangelo’s paintings. And I kissed her. She woke up and we rolled in each other’s arms and made love again. This time very soft and she has switched on Pavarotti’s songs on the background. What more can one asks for. This time, she did all the hard work…rode me while I just watched this Italian babe’s emotions while the pressed her boobs and ass. Her flowing hairs and jingling boobs were a sight to watch. We came again…and left to our offices from there with happiness in our hearts and sleep in our eyes.

I went on to see her for next 2 yrs and fucked many times…but then that is for some other time. Write to me your comments at

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