Erotic Stories (Part 2 of 5)

The car left town and headed into the countryside headed towards a distant hill. The fields were lined with wheat…..waving smoothly in the breeze, the smell of earth filling the air. As we came around a small bend we saw a villa in the distance, rising above the fields around it. You looked at me as if to ask, “Is that where we are going?”, yet no words came out of your mouth. I simply nodded, pulled your hand up to my mouth and gently kissed it. As we got closer the wheat fields gave way to olive trees, workers in the fields, harvesting; trucks, tractors, people and equipment scattered. The car stopped in a small gravel circle, lined with trees, shading the entrance to the house. A middle age woman came through the door, welcoming us to her house, “Il benvenuto, è entrato per favore.” The house was simple stone and plaster….painted a golden yellow…..a weathered granite staircase leading to the door. We walked inside and were greeted by the her husband….the driver walking past us and up the stairs with our bags. The inside was unassuming in its style, yet at the same time opulent in its simplicity. After some quick pleasantries the lady showed us to our room, the driver having left the door open as he left from taking our bags. I showed you in and immediately you ran for the French doors, walking onto a balcony. I walked up behind you, hugging you, wrapping my arms around you…..and looking over your shoulder saw a wide expanse of rolling hills, line with olive groves and wheat fields. You grabbed my hands pulling my arms up to your chest, leaning back and kissing me on the cheek. I smiled, kissed your neck just below your right ear, and softly whispered, “Enjoy!”

You pulled me tighter into your body, a warmth beginning to emanate from deep within your soul……”But, how did you know, how…..could you know?” I chose not to answer, turning you around so we faced each other…..gazing deep into your eyes, through you, gave you a hard, deep kiss on your mouth, and you knew what I was saying. We could see workers in the distant fields, tractors returning, loaded with freshly picked olives, the smell of dirt, sweat, fuel……the smells of labor surrounding us. But this smell was tamed by the purer scents of flowers, wheat, olives and you. I tilted your head slightly to the left and kissed you deeply on your neck, just under your chin…..”uuuunnnnnhhhhh, yeessssss.” I moved down your neckline towards your shoulder, taking my right hand and pulling on your sweater to expose you soft skin to my caress. You pulled my lips back to yours, grabbing my head and pulling it against you as you drove your tongue deep into my mouth, your fingers running through my hair, clenching it, pulling it……then you stopped.

You dropped to your knees, your face now looking squarely into my manhood, my bulging cock pressing against its cage, begging to be let out. The balcony was surrounded by a wrought iron railing, which normally would have exposed you to the world, but since it was autumn a thick layer of silky green ivy protected your digressions from prying eyes…..although the thought that only a thin wall of vegetation kept my secret from the world sent a rush of erotic pleasure coursing through my body. You unzipped my pants, my cock lashing out at you, springing to life. My trousers fell, the sound of my metal belt buckle hitting the floor breaking an otherwise silent morning. You took me into your mouth, deep within your throat, your lips stretching to take me in. I leaned forward, my hands resting on the railing, my head down, my eyes shut tightly. My teeth clenched against my lip as you grabbed my balls with your left hand and began to jerk the shaft of my cock with your right hand, while continuing to pump my head into your warm hole. I could feel my balls begin to tighten, my manhood about to explode, a tingling sensation pulsing through my body. A loud thud made me look to my left and I noticed a worker loading some wood onto a cart, a mere 50 meters away…..he smiled and waved, not knowing that you were below me, giving me a pleasure I had not known in many years. I strained not to scream, biting my lip, “unnnnnhhhhh, fuckkkk,” as my ass tightened and I blew my hot juice deep into your throat, “mmmmmmm, goddddddd.” My fingers clenched the railing tightly as my head began to spin, my chest heaving tightly.

After what seemed to be minutes I looked down and you sat there smiling, a look of pure innocence on your face, darkly contrasting the sense of filth and sluttiness you felt inside yourself, the taste of my cum still present in your mouth. I grabbed your hand and pulled you up, leading you back into the room. “mmmmm, only been here 30 minutes and already I need to rest, “ I said jokingly, lying down on the plush bed…..an oak four poster, perhaps 18th century….the comforter a soft hand made quilt, with a harvesting scene depicted on it. As I lay back on the soft down pillows, you returned from the bathroom, where you were freshening yourself after our recent session. Instinctively you began to unpack our suitcases, neatly placing our folded clothes into the wardrobes and bureaus (again, both oak, ornately carved with depictions of olive trees, perhaps only 19th century). I chuckled quietly to myself, watching you, knowing that you could not stand to leave the room with our baggage still packed. Unfortunately, my chuckle was a bit too loud, turning sharply you jokingly said “watch it mister, I heard that!”, giving me an elusive smile and a quick wink…..my spent cock bulging slightly. When you were done you lay on the bed next to me, snuggled tightly against my body, your right leg over mine, your face nuzzled into my neck…..I could feel your breathe deeply as you took my scent in. A faint knock at the door woke us both up from our nap…..you quickly jumped from the bed and ran to the door. I saw you open it, and heard the lady of the house tell you in broken English “excuse me, madam, your lunch is prepared.” You smiled at her, and thanked her, closing the door and coming back over to the bed. Grabbing my wrist and pulling me, you smiled at me, saying “Get up lazy, time for lunch!”

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