LESBIAN EURO MILF
Laura Lovelace
Copyright © 2015 Laura Lovelace
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This is a work of fiction brought to you straight from the filthy mind of the author. If you notice any similarities to real-life people, places or events, then I assure you it is entirely coincidental.
Furthermore, the story depicted here is intended for mature audiences. It most likely contains highly graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults meant to titillate and excite the reader. It should be noted that all characters are 18 years or older and absolutely NOT blood related.
This book is dedicated to my one and only love. I couldn’t have done it without you babe!
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Lesbian Euro MILF
Chapter 1
“Ladies and gentleman, we will be landing soon. Please place your seat backs and tray tables in the upright position, and have your seat belts securely fastened.”
I opened my eyes, still groggy, and looked around. I must have dozed off for a little bit. One of the Italian flight attendants walked by and I watched her perfect ass sway back and forth as she checked people’s seat belts. She could check anything she wanted on me, as far as I was concerned. If she was the typical woman they had in Italy then it was going to be a very, very good summer.
I had lots of choices for where I could do my semester abroad, but my criteria for choosing was pretty simple: I wanted to maximize my chance for losing my virginity to a woman. Nobody back home knew I was a lesbian and that was just fine with me. Italy, with its nude beaches and laid-back lifestyle seemed like the perfect fit. And if not, I could just hop on the train somewhere. Like maybe Amsterdam. I heard they had lots of lesbians there so that could be an option if I got to the end of the summer without getting laid. But hopefully it wouldn’t come to that. Either way, my first trip to Europe was going to be amazing.
Once we landed, I collected my bag and filed off the plane with the rest of the people. At the exit, the sexy flight attendant was saying good bye to everyone, and when I passed her she gave me a smile and said, “Ciao,” then winked. I felt my face turning red but I managed to return the smile before I hurried off. Had I already missed a chance? That smile seemed like it was more than normal. It could have meant, “Hey sexy american, why didn’t you finger fuck me in the bathroom?”
She probably was just smiling like that at everyone, I told myself. No reason to get depressed about missed opportunities before I’d even set foot in the country. There would be plenty of chances. I just had to be patient.
First things first, I needed to find my host family. I’d been exchanging emails with the mother. Isabella was her name and her English wasn’t that great but she seemed nice enough. It was her and her husband and their two children who were about my age. She had all my flight info and told me she’d be waiting at the terminal for me. I looked around as I entered the crowded airport, not sure how I was supposed to find her. There were hip Europeans everywhere and I was immediately struck by the amount of men carrying little purses walking next to smoking hot women. If these guys could land women like that while they were carrying a man-purse then surely I would be golden.
There was no sign of Isabella yet. Mrs. Basso I guess I should call her. Or Signora Basso or something. I’d have to find out how you were supposed to refer to her. But actually I didn’t even knew what she looked like so even if she was standing right in front of me I wouldn’t know it.
After I got my bag and made my way through customs, I started looking for Isabella.
A woman dressed in a tight, white dress showing off her cleavage caught my eye and I tried to nonchalantly look at her without staring, something I’d been working on lately. Her dark hair and perfect olive-colored skin were what I’d imagined Italian women would look like when I’d signed up for this. There was a man in a black suit next to her holding a card with something written on it right. She was looking around and I could’t help but notice her amazing breasts as she did. Then she looked right at me before I had a chance to turn away. Shit. I was so bad at checking women out.
She walked towards me, smiling, the man following close behind, and I felt the familiar warmth in my face as the blood rushed to the surface, letting everyone know I was embarrassed. Why was that even a thing? It made no sense. How could my ancestors have an evolutionary advantage by blushing? I looked down and pretended my shoe was untied and bent down, quickly loosening the laces before I fumbled to get them back together, somehow forgetting how to tie them.
While I tried desperately to get some semblance of a knot going, a pair of heels clacked against the floor in front of me. I looked at them, then my eyes slowly moved up the legs they belonged to, a pair of perfect, smooth brown calves gave way to the bottom of a white dress. I swallowed hard then stood up to face the woman.
My eyes were drawn for a moment to the card the man was holding which for some reason had my name on it, but before I had a chance to process that my eyes darted back and were trapped by the perfect cleavage between her large breasts.
“Hello,” she said in an Italian accent.
I managed to look her in the eyes and was immediately stuck by how beautiful they were. Almost hypnotic. I looked back over at the man and his sign, before coming back to her doing my best to not stare at her tits. I felt my nipples starting to harden. “That’s my name,” I said.
“You’re Lacey?”
I nodded, trying to think unsexy thoughts, not wanting to embarrass myself in front of the very first Italian woman I met.
“Oh wonderful. It’s such a nice American name,” she said, her face lighting up. ‘I’m Isabella!” She lunged forward before I had a chance to react, hugging me, and burying my face in her bosom.
All hope I had of not becoming aroused left as my nose slipped between this sexy woman’s tits. They were so warm and full. “Hi,” I managed to say, pulling away.
She put her hands on my shoulders, her full, beautiful lips spread wide into a smile, and kissed one of my cheeks then the other. I could feel the moisture from her mouth still on my skin and my pussy was starting to become wet.
“I am so excited you are here,” she said slowly, trying to make sure she said the words correctly.
“Me too,” I said and tried to smile and figure out what to say, but nothing came to me, so I just kept smiling and covering myself.
She looked down at the bag I was holding. “Let my driver help you with that.” Her reached his hand out to try to take it but I pulled away just before he could grab it.
“No, I got it.” Then I was worried I’d been too rude and I quickly added, “But, thank you very much for offering.”
“Okay, well my car is parked outside. Let’s head back to the house.”
Her “car” was actually a really nice limo. She didn’t say anything about it and I thought it might be rude to ask so I tried to just enjoy it. I was able to make a little small talk sitting right next to her in the back seat during the ride back to the house. The initial shock of having an actual MILF as my host mother started to wear off and I became a little more comfortable. The Italian country-side was green, and the rolling hills covered in olive trees gave way to the blue sea beyond. It was one
of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen.
Their house was high up on a cliff, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea, and it was by far the biggest house I’d ever seen. While the driver collected my bags I followed her inside, stealing glances at her curvy backside, noting the lack of a panty line.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she said, “but the rest of the family is on vacation for two-weeks. It’s just us.”
I smiled at her. “Just us and the driver?” He had disappeared into the house somewhere with my suitcase.
“He lives in the servants quarters with the rest of the help. They don’t come here unless I call for them.”
That was an unexpected development. I was going to be spending the next two weeks alone with this sexy, rich, Italian woman. Things were looking up already.
“You can have my son’s room until he gets back, then we’ll figure something else out.” She led me to his room. It was simple but clean. The walls were covered with pictures of soccer players, and there was a bed, a desk and a window looking out to the sea.
“It’s perfect,” I said, finding my bag was already there on the bed. “Really, this is amazing. Thank you so much for having me.” I wanted to hug her again, partly to show my appreciation but also to feel those large, soft breasts against my face. I resisted because it seemed a little creepy and I didn’t want to creep her out as soon as I got here.
She put her hand on my head, ruffling my hair, then ran her fingers down my cheek, her long finger nails dragging lightly across the skin. “You’re a good girl,” she said. “I think you’ll really like it here in Italy.”
“I know I will.”
Later, she cooked me a huge Italian dinner but I could barely keep my eyes open during it. I tried to eat as much as I could because I didn’t want to offend her but I kept nodding off. Finally, I told her I had to go to sleep. I think I passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow, because normally I would have masturbated before going to sleep.
Chapter 2
When I woke, it was still dark outside. The window was open and a warm sea breeze floated in, bringing the smell of salt water and the sound of waves crashing against the cliff below.
Wow. I couldn’t believe I was finally here. I’d been dreaming about this for several months and here I was. Isabella came back to my mind again. I also couldn’t believe how hot she was. Maybe the sexiest woman I’d ever met. My pussy was moist at the thought of her and I reached down, circling my engorged clit, thinking about her beautiful breasts and curvy ass in that white dress.
I started to slip my fingers slowly inside my moistening lips, imagining what she would look like naked, enjoying the soft noise of the sea, when a new sound came to my ears. Something faint, but unmistakable. It was the sound of a woman moaning. I stopped masturbating and concentrated, trying to figure out where it was coming from. The noise from outside made it hard to hear so I got up and carefully shut the window, then trained my ears on the sound, louder now. It was definitely coming from somewhere in the house.
I quietly went to the door of my room, and opened it. The moaning got louder as I did. Pushing the door open slowly, I winced at the creaking sound it made and froze, not wanting to disturb Isabella. If it was her making the noise I definitely didn’t want to disturb her, if for no other reason than I wanted to continue listening.
I took a deep breath and steeled myself then pushed the door open quickly like ripping a bandaid off. The squeak wasn’t that bad, and the moaning continued. Taking a step with my barefoot out into the hallway, I was suddenly reminded that I was only wearing a pair of panties and no t-shirt, my hard nipples exposed to the cool air. If she saw me out here like this it would be beyond embarrassing.
My heart pounded against my neck and I considered turning around, getting safely back in bed where I could finger myself and maybe pass out again. But her moaning drew me forward like a moth to the fire. I didn’t come all the way to Italy to pass up opportunities like this.
I could now hear a slight buzzing noise accompanying the furtive moans. She must be masturbating with a vibrator. If I could get outside her room and listen without her noticing me I should do it. This was the closest I’d ever been to a woman that was going to orgasm.
Her room was down the hall from mine and in the dim light I could see her door was open. Worst case scenario I could just say I got up to use the bathroom. There was nothing wrong with that. Except for maybe the fact that I wasn’t wearing a shirt and my panties were soaked from my own arousal.
I laid my palm flat against the wall and slowly walked towards the moaning, very much conscious of the sound of my heart beating. It was going so loud and fast I thought there was a chance she might hear it. No, that was silly. Gathering my courage, I slipped down the hall, determined to get closer to that angelic sound that pulled me forward.
I came to her doorway, and slowly, very slowly I peaked my head around. What I saw made me nearly gasp out loud and I may have if I hadn’t been so damn afraid of getting caught. There she was, completely naked, her legs spread wide apart and her hand worked a large vibrator in and out of her pussy. The moonlight gave me a crisp view of her body. Her large breasts hung neatly off to the sides of her thin body and her pubic hair was dark and trimmed close.
I wanted to jump in the air and pump my fist, run around laughing my silly head off. Shouting to everyone that I was coming of age. But I held it together, even gaining a little more courage. Her eyes were closed, and she was so wrapped up in fucking herself it seemed unlikely she would catch me watching her. And if she did I would just pretend to be going to the bathroom.
All that added up to me reaching down and finding my taut clitoris, rubbing it slowly off while I watched my beautiful host Mother touch herself. A finger was quickly drenched in moisture and my stomach was all warm and tingly. It wouldn’t take long to come.
The way the dildo slid in and out of her sex so effortlessly was intriguing. Her pussy must have been completely wet. I had to be careful to not make too much noise as I touched myself, and I gripped the wall tightly, rubbing my clit hard and fast, ready to explode.
Her moaning got louder and her silky body writhed around on the bed. If I didn’t know any better I would have thought she was in pain by the way she was thrashing around.
My legs tightened, and then I exploded. My panties were soaked from the sudden orgasm and I held on to the wall to steady myself.
I ran my palm over the mess I’d made in my underwear, still keeping an eye on Isabella as she fucked herself. Isabella’s back arched as she drilled the vibrator deep between her folds. Her moaning became more urgent. It seemed like it wouldn’t be long before she finished.
My panties were absolutely drenched with my excitement and I decided I should take them off. There was so much of it, I had no idea I could do that.
I’d taken my eye off Isabella so I could slip the wet underwear off as I did I was startled when she suddenly screamed. I winced and froze, ready to bolt down the hall naked if I had to. My first thought was she’d screamed because she saw me but that didn’t make sense because I was completely away from the door at that point. The next logical explanation was that she’d orgasmed.
The moaning stopped and the only sound left was the buzzing of her vibrator. Suddenly, that stopped as well and then the only thing I heard was my heart bashing against my rib cage, threatening to burst out of my chest. If she got up and found me outside her room, naked, with my wet panties in my hand there was no telling what she would do. My mind immediately went to the worst case scenario which must have been her calling the Italian police and accusing me of being a pervert. They’d ship me off and call my parents who would have to fly over and bribe god knows who to get their pervert daughter out of prison.
Fuck that.
Without risking another look at her, or stopping to make sure I’d cleaned up the entire mess I’d dripped onto the floor, I moved my naked ass down the hall as fast as I thought I could without making any no
ise. I must not have taken a breath the entire time because when I got back to my room and closed the door, again grimacing at the squeak which seemed so much louder in the silent house now, I felt light-headed and had to lay down on the bed and force myself to take slow, deep breaths.
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