“Not all the time. There are times when we can slip away and be by ourselves.”
“Like when?”
“Like right now.”
“We’re at the swimming pool in the middle of the day. What can we do now?”
“I remember we were pretty adventurous last night.”
“You’ve got to be joking me.”
“Does it look like I’m joking you?” I say, looking down at my groin.
Her eyes focus on my trunks underneath all the bubbles. “You’re ready already. You’re huge.”
“You do this to me.”
“But we just sat down.”
“I know you saw what was underneath the newspaper.”
She giggles. “Yeah, you weren’t exactly so sly about that. I’m just hoping my dad didn’t notice.”
“If he did there’s not a lot he can say about it.”
“He’ll get really angry. You saw how he is.”
“I know how he is, but he also isn’t the kind of guy who can admit he’s looking at another man’s package.” She bursts out laughing. “He’s too macho and too proud.”
“That’s for sure,” she says, still laughing. She looks over her left shoulder and then her right, before sliding down lower in the hot tub. “I’ve got an idea,” she says.
She takes off her hair tie and wraps it around her fingers, before sliding her hands down the front of my shorts.
“I like the way your cock feels in my hand.”
“So do I.”
Her other hand joins her first and she quickly loops the hair tie around the base of my cock, before twisting it and then wrapping it around the base of my ball sack. She doubles back making it tight.
“What in the hell are you doing?”
“Improvising.”
“Is that what you call it?” I say, getting even more aroused that she’s taking the lead.
“I call it a cock ring,” she says as she begins stroking me with one hand.
“Fuck, that feels so good. You’re doing it perfectly,” I say as I slide deeper into the tub as her other hand comes around and pulls my trunks down mid-thigh so she can please me even better.
“Fuck this is hot. Do you think anyone sees us?”
“I don’t even care,” I say.
“I want to fuck, but we can’t.”
“Touch yourself. I want to watch you.”
She slides her other hand down the front of her swimsuit as I watch her wrist move in circles as her lips part and a gasp escapes her.
“Oh my god, this is incredible. I want to cum right now.”
“Don’t cum. Make it last,” I say, reaching my hand in behind her and grabbing a handful of her ass as hard as I can.
I slide my hand in between her cheeks and press against her tight hole. “Uh huh,” she says, looking so deep into my eyes she’s actually looking through me.
I twist my index finger, gently working it inside her, finding her perineum. I’m going to show her just how good it feels to feel what she did to me last night.
Her focus clears and she’s back in the present as she scans the pool area. “We’re going to get caught.”
“No we’re not. Nobody sees. Stroke harder.”
She picks up the pace and I’m so into it I practically forget where I am.
“I’m going to cum,” she says.
“Me too!”
She slides her hand up and down my shaft even faster than before, pushing me over the edge. I blow my load under the water and as it floats up, my head falls back.
“Ahh,” she says, and her hand leaves my dick. My orgasm has my entire body on edge and I press down harder on her perineum sending her over the top.
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she says, her hands start splashing around in the water.
I’m still feeling the aftershocks when I look and see her fully immersed in her climax. I keep my finger firmly in her ass until she stops shaking. I lean over to kiss her, and feel her shove me right in the chest. What the fuck?
Suddenly she’s waiving out towards the pool with the same hand she was just jerking me off with. I look and it’s her brother Lucas, smiling and waving back.
“How long has he been there?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Did he see us?”
“Don’t know.”
“Can you tell?”
“It’s not like I can ask him!”
She’s right. I’m freaking out and grilling her like it’s twenty questions.
I give him a wave and he waves back before diving down. A second later I see his feet above water. He’s doing underwater handstands.
“The angle. He was blocked. He couldn’t see.”
“Are you sure?” she says.
“Yeah, I just noticed it. There’s no way. His eye level is just a few inches above the water line, and the edge of the pool is a solid six inches above that. The hot tub sits another two feet off the ground. He probably can’t see anything below our chests, as we sit now. And we were lowered down into the water when…”
“When what?” she smiles.
“When you gave me the best mother fucking hand job in the history of this hotel.”
“This hotel?”
“This whole fucking country. The world!” I say grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into me as I pull our bodies under the water.
The hot tub is hot, but I don’t feel it because we’re on fire. This girl is the definition of adventure and I can’t wait to see where this journey takes us next.
CHAPTER 12
Lisa
Y esterday was crazy. Cumming together in the hot tub. Blowing him in the freight elevator. Playing footsie at dinner. I can’t believe we haven’t been caught, especially by my dad. Sometimes I feel like he thinks he’s an amateur detective the way he’s keeping an eye on me, but this time I’m a step ahead of him, but for how much longer?
We pull into the dock and board the boat to Capri. It’s a bumpy ride, but once we’re back on land we start settling down and book our little boat to the blue grotto. It’s the same place where David Gandy was photographed for the Dolce & Gahanna light blue fragrance campaign, and today I’ll visit it. And not to be outdone by anyone, ever, Roman shows up wearing a white Speedo looking like the spitting image of Mister Gandy, only better.
My dad forced me to buy a new swimsuit yesterday, which to be honest I was fine with. The girls were flopping everywhere, and if I bent over too far it was going to be a not so abstract exhibit of my chocolate starfish. No bueno for anyone.
We put on our snorkel masks and start swimming in the grotto. I’m spending as much time swimming as I am watching Roman’s massive cock move around in his white speedo, which thankfully became slightly transparent underwater.
Underwater the light from above and the blueness from the grotto make him look angelic, and he is. It’s technically only our second day together, and most of our relationship so far has been built on lust, but there are also plenty of times where I’m able to just observe him for the man he truly is. He’s so kind and compassionate to everyone.
Yesterday at dusk he took my brother for a ride in his Ferrari. When they returned my brother didn’t speak for a whole thirty minutes. My mom had to force him to wash his hands before dinner. He didn’t have to tell me why. I knew what Roman did. He must have taken him out in the countryside, in the middle of nowhere, and put him behind the wheel. My brother wasn’t even old enough to qualify for a driving permit, let alone a license, but things were different here in Europe. Teenagers drank wine at dinner, but drunkenness was extremely frowned upon. There were so many more freedoms afforded everyone, but those freedoms came with responsibility. I’m sure Roman afforded Lucas some of those freedoms, but I’m sure he also took the responsibility upon himself to make sure everything was done in a safe way.
And it wasn’t just the way he treated me and my family, it was everywhere we went. Service professionals to passersby on the street warmed t
o him so quickly. He dressed well, and I was learning just how much of a celebrity he really was, but it was so much more than that. He wore sunglasses that concealed his true identity pretty well, so it was my belief that the way people treated him came naturally. It certainly did to me. He was so warm, and his positive attitude was so contagious you couldn’t help but love him.
I stopped in my tracks. I had used a word I wasn’t prepared to use. Of course I couldn’t really love him so quickly…could I? I knew girls reacted differently to losing their virginity, and part of that reaction was to the boy, or in my case the man, whom they gave their first time to. I still hadn’t told him, and didn’t want to, at least not yet.
If the time came later, then so be it, but not right now. Everything was so perfect now.
After the blue grotto we settled in for a nice Italian lunch. We were stuffed so we started walking up the island, determined to reach the top. That lasted all of about fifteen minutes when we decided the chairlift would be the better option.
I get in a chairlift with mom, and the boys get in a chairlift of their own. They’re laughing and having a great time. I’m watching them from the chair behind when suddenly I feel a hand on my thigh.
“How’s your trip going so far, honey?” my mom asks.
“Great mom. Thanks.”
My mom smiles, and looks out towards the sea, before looking back at me. She chooses a new angle of approach. “What I was really wondering is your trip toward womanhood.”
“Mom!”
“Not just right now, sweetheart. You’ve been in college these last three years. You even took summer school. I haven’t really been able to keep up with you, I mean it’s not really my business or anything, but I just want to make sure everything’s okay. That’s all.”
“Everything’s great mom. Thanks for asking.”
“Are you sure this is what you want?” my mom asks. Does she know? I’m going to bluff.
“Yeah, I’m happy, mom. My grades are still good, I only have one year left, or just one semester if I schedule everything right. I’ll graduate at Christmas and be able to get placed before everyone else frantically starts searching in the new year.”
“Do you know where you might wind up?”
“I haven’t thought about it yet.”
“Do you think it will be in the States?”
“I have no idea, mom. I’m just enjoying my last summer.”
My mom paused, just looking at me. I kept my focus forward, hoping she would look away, but she didn’t.
“Just be carefully, baby girl. I don’t think your dad could handle it if he finds out.”
My eyes dart everywhere, before I center them forward again. I don’t dare look at my mom, and acknowledge I understand her words. She doesn’t seem deterred by my lack of a response, as she pushes forward anyways.
“It’s okay. I’m happy for you. I don’t know if it’s just an adventure or something more, but either way it will be something that you can remember forever.”
Shit! She knows.
I mumble something incoherent. She leans in and hugs me tight. Maybe I’m crazy, but it feels like she’s hugging me for the first time as her friend, as her equal. I’ll always be her little girl, but this is something different.
I look over at my mom and I see her eyes are welling up. “I love you,” she mouths silently, and it’s too much. I reach for her and we embrace. We’re both crying, and hugging, and acknowledging. It’s a moment unlike any I’ve ever had with my mom before, and it feels amazing.
“Everything okay back there?” my dad says.
“They’re scared!,” my little brother yells, before he starts making chicken sounds.
My mom and I start to laugh so hard we temporarily lose our balance before grabbing the railing, and then laughing even harder.
“Tonight, on the six o’clock news,” I say in my best overly dramatic male voice impression, “crazy mother and daughter tourist team fall from the chairlifts in Capri.”
“Crazy women still laughing when our reporter arrives on the scene,” my mom says, joining in on my fake newscast fun.
We keep laughing but I notice she’s referred to us as women. I feel relaxed as I look at her from the side. Our relationship has crossed a threshold and there’s no looking back. We’ve reached that point where we truly can be friends now. I had always hoped it could be that way, and now it was. Ever since I met Roman, my life just keeps getting better and better. I couldn’t wait to thank him in my own special way.
CHAPTER 13
Lisa
W e reach the top of Capri and start exploring. It’s big and spread out and when my dad wanders off to take a picture with my little brother, and my mom is in the bathroom, I grab Roman by the hand and pull him over to some pine trees.
“My mom knows.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, she didn’t say it exactly, but she said it.”
“You think she told your dad?”
“Not yet.”
“Then that’s what I’ll have to do tonight. After dinner.”
“You don’t mind?”
“No, it’s my responsibility. I’ll make this all right.”
“It’s not going to be as easy as you think.”
“I know.”
“As a matter of fact, it’s going to be…hard,” I say grabbing his cock through his pants.
“Going to be, or is?”
“Apparently is,” I say.
I go to undo his belt. “Not this time,” he says. “I’ve got something for you.”
He takes me by the hand and takes me a little deeper into the trees. There’s a rock, laid out at about a forty-five degree angle. It’s as flat as a dinner table, and I can see he’s ready to make me the main course.
He grabs me by the hips and sets me on the rock, motioning with his hand to lie back.
I put my bag down behind me, using it as a makeshift pillow, and Roman quickly gets to work.
He lifts up my dress and pulls my panties to the side with one hand. He wastes no time licking my folds up and down, and I’m so turned on I’m immediately wet. The island is crawling with tourists, not the least of which being my family. The thrill of getting caught surges through me, almost as much as the touch of his tongue as he splits me open.
He sucks on my bud, rolling it around in his mouth. I look down at him just in time to see him slide two fingers into his mouth. I appreciate the thought but he didn’t need lubrication. I’m already starting to drip when he slides his fingers in, finding my G-spot instantly.
He’s licking me and his fingers are teasing me, pressing up in just the right spot. The calming winds of Capri are blowing over me as I smell the pine trees mixed with the seaside air. It’s unlike any experience a girl could ever have, and I’m smack dab in the middle of it.
I’m thinking about how amazing this is, when suddenly his tongue finds just the right spot and my eyes roll back in my head.
“I’m gonna cum,” I say, just seconds before I unleash on his face, my body spasming as I shoot up from my position, placing my hands on the rock and breathing hard. I see Mount Vesuvius across the Gulf of Naples and thank my lucky stars only one of us is dormant now.
He whips out his dick, which I quickly take in my mouth. I can taste the precum and see that’s he’s already on the edge.
“I’m…gonna…” There’s no more warning as he explodes inside me. I’m overtaken by the moment, and for some reason I pull his cock from my throat as he plasters my face with his load. My face looks like a Jackson Pollock piece, and the wind is drying it quickly. I’m in deep shit if I don’t get it cleaned off.
“Here, take this,” he says, handing me a bottled water. I clean up my face as he takes off his shirt and hands it to me.
“But it’s your shirt.”
“We don’t have time. We’ll have to use it.”
I try and use the bottom of the shirt to get as much jizz off my face as I can. I look like a
kid who just went crazy with her Gerber in her high chair and now mommy’s making clean up time, but this is no peas and carrots…this is Greek yogurt, extra salty, and I’m on a timer.
“What in the fuck!” I hear as I turn just in time to see my dad staring at us.
He takes off in a full sprint towards us and dives at Roman.
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