agnetha
08-01-2006, 03:25 PM
Hello,
and I did promise a story after my holiday in Italy, so I hope you like reading it. I do like to know peoples reactions too !
I woke with a start and, disorientated under the grey blanket, slowly opened my eyes. I stroked her soft hair from my face and gently removed the small hand from between my legs. Amy slept on, curled in her seat until the stewardess curtly asked that we fasten our seatbelts for landing.
Amy woke and sat up, realised where we were and smiled at me, next stop Italy she said. Soon the plane bumped down and we were on holiday.
The hotel proved to be lovely, very lush and green with lots of cooling running water. Everyone spoke English too. After a short nap we headed straight for the private beach to spend the afternoon under a shady parasol.
As we thought, most ladies on the beach were topless so we ditched the bikini tops and sprayed on our sun lotion, laughing as we massaged odd blobs of oil into each other. Amy spent a lot of time on this lovely activity and had attracted the attention of one fairly spectacular italian in particular. He was tall and dark haired with a happy smile. His name was Armando and he took several goes at coming over to speak to us, finally squatting down on the edge of our towels. Close up he was impressive, and in his speedo trunks, showed some interesting looking curves. He did seem to be having a spot of trouble with his girlfriend who kept shouting for him to return to her. Still, its ok to go a bit mad on holiday so we flirted with him for a while. He was a good laugh and very relaxed as today was his last day before flying home.
Soon he had got himself laid flat on the towel between us, his bulges had got me quite interested :o ! His friend was getting quite agitated by now so to avoid a fractious start to our lazy week I decided to go for a swim (and I had to cool off a little after Amy’s attentions too :) ).
The water was cool and so clear, I swam all the way to the edge of the bay and turned and began to lazily swim back. After a while I was surprised to notice a head bobbing towards me. I stopped and stood waist deep in the cool lapping water until the splashing body stood glistening in front of me, it was Armando. My, he did look something else that day. He seemed unsure what to say and I understood why, his eyes kept dropping to my breasts, the water droplets dripping as he looked on. We were about fifty yards from the beach, we were alone and he was erect, every contour clear but unseen against the tight speedos.
Without a word I stepped to him and held the front of his smooth trunks, stroking him firmly so that his head popped over his waistband. He gasped and gave a small smile, but looked a little afraid, we were close to the beach, so I asked if he could see his girlfriend.
I cupped his tight balls and asked if she did this to him where he came from. I tried a light squeeze and he curled forwards but stayed huge. I took this as a good thing and Armando sighed deeply when I stroked the head of his swollen cock. I whispered to him can you see her, can she see you with your balls in another woman’s hands?
I played with him some more and said that I could see her, lying next to Amy, then pulled his heavy testicles out of one side of the speedos. Armando sucked air as I gently rolled them around in my hand. I told him that they felt very full and he quietly said that Georgina had not been good to him, it was over with them. I kneaded him firmly and told him that this afternoon I would be good to him, and later, I would expect him to return the favour.
I pushed his balls against him hard and said that I wanted her to see what she had been missing, then gently eased them back into his tight trunks. I let him run his hands over my breasts while I traced the length of his cock and massaged the curves of his balls. They were so smooth and so firm and the effect I was having was very sexy for us both.
He breathed hard and water dripped from him, I knew that I could do anything, I took a ball in each hand and kneaded them through the nylon. He squirmed and took himself in one hand. I squeezed and told him to slow himself.
I do love it when a man masturbates himself, it is so personal a thing and Armando obliged beautifully, stroking and turning his large cock and using the material of his trunks through his hands. It was very sensuous and I could only bear to watch his hands stroking for so long before I guided them to me and let him work some magic with his fingers. With Amy and the oil, and now with rubbing Armado’s large balls in my hand I was very wet:o , and I found that he did have the touch in the cool sea, I leant against him and came with his fingers pressing my bikini into me.
Armando smiled and whispered nothings to me and I put my hand into the front of his speedos and felt his pulsing cock. He took my hand in his hands and used them to stroke himself again. It was just so sexual that I knew it was soon time for him so I used my free hand to move each ball one out to either side of his trunks. I gently took my hand from his cock and whispered that I wanted to watch him come. His strokes had become longer and he breathed deeply.
He had his eyes closed by now and was heading fast to his time. I gently caressed each ball from top to bottom, up and down and then put my hands around each one and squeezed as hard as I dared. Armando gasped and I felt the pulses beginning at the base of his swollen cock as he went to somewhere else with his orgasm building. I cupped his balls and lifted them against him with one hand and let the other be guided by his, working its way up and down on his shaft as the cool sperm leapt out in jets that coated our hands and arms.
We stepped back, the semen still wet on us and laughed and joked. What a way to start a holiday, and what a way to end his! We swam back to the beach and padded on the hot sand to our towels, Amy and Georgina had gone so we went back to the hotel, having agreed to meet later on.
I went to our room and stopped short at the door, I could hear voices, happy voices, so quietly opened the door. I could see Amy with her back to me in a lounge chair, she was laughing with her head thrown back, and kneeling in front of her with her hair tumbling over Amy’s thighs, was Georgina.
It was going to be some holiday !
Aggie xx
and I did promise a story after my holiday in Italy, so I hope you like reading it. I do like to know peoples reactions too !
I woke with a start and, disorientated under the grey blanket, slowly opened my eyes. I stroked her soft hair from my face and gently removed the small hand from between my legs. Amy slept on, curled in her seat until the stewardess curtly asked that we fasten our seatbelts for landing.
Amy woke and sat up, realised where we were and smiled at me, next stop Italy she said. Soon the plane bumped down and we were on holiday.
The hotel proved to be lovely, very lush and green with lots of cooling running water. Everyone spoke English too. After a short nap we headed straight for the private beach to spend the afternoon under a shady parasol.
As we thought, most ladies on the beach were topless so we ditched the bikini tops and sprayed on our sun lotion, laughing as we massaged odd blobs of oil into each other. Amy spent a lot of time on this lovely activity and had attracted the attention of one fairly spectacular italian in particular. He was tall and dark haired with a happy smile. His name was Armando and he took several goes at coming over to speak to us, finally squatting down on the edge of our towels. Close up he was impressive, and in his speedo trunks, showed some interesting looking curves. He did seem to be having a spot of trouble with his girlfriend who kept shouting for him to return to her. Still, its ok to go a bit mad on holiday so we flirted with him for a while. He was a good laugh and very relaxed as today was his last day before flying home.
Soon he had got himself laid flat on the towel between us, his bulges had got me quite interested :o ! His friend was getting quite agitated by now so to avoid a fractious start to our lazy week I decided to go for a swim (and I had to cool off a little after Amy’s attentions too :) ).
The water was cool and so clear, I swam all the way to the edge of the bay and turned and began to lazily swim back. After a while I was surprised to notice a head bobbing towards me. I stopped and stood waist deep in the cool lapping water until the splashing body stood glistening in front of me, it was Armando. My, he did look something else that day. He seemed unsure what to say and I understood why, his eyes kept dropping to my breasts, the water droplets dripping as he looked on. We were about fifty yards from the beach, we were alone and he was erect, every contour clear but unseen against the tight speedos.
Without a word I stepped to him and held the front of his smooth trunks, stroking him firmly so that his head popped over his waistband. He gasped and gave a small smile, but looked a little afraid, we were close to the beach, so I asked if he could see his girlfriend.
I cupped his tight balls and asked if she did this to him where he came from. I tried a light squeeze and he curled forwards but stayed huge. I took this as a good thing and Armando sighed deeply when I stroked the head of his swollen cock. I whispered to him can you see her, can she see you with your balls in another woman’s hands?
I played with him some more and said that I could see her, lying next to Amy, then pulled his heavy testicles out of one side of the speedos. Armando sucked air as I gently rolled them around in my hand. I told him that they felt very full and he quietly said that Georgina had not been good to him, it was over with them. I kneaded him firmly and told him that this afternoon I would be good to him, and later, I would expect him to return the favour.
I pushed his balls against him hard and said that I wanted her to see what she had been missing, then gently eased them back into his tight trunks. I let him run his hands over my breasts while I traced the length of his cock and massaged the curves of his balls. They were so smooth and so firm and the effect I was having was very sexy for us both.
He breathed hard and water dripped from him, I knew that I could do anything, I took a ball in each hand and kneaded them through the nylon. He squirmed and took himself in one hand. I squeezed and told him to slow himself.
I do love it when a man masturbates himself, it is so personal a thing and Armando obliged beautifully, stroking and turning his large cock and using the material of his trunks through his hands. It was very sensuous and I could only bear to watch his hands stroking for so long before I guided them to me and let him work some magic with his fingers. With Amy and the oil, and now with rubbing Armado’s large balls in my hand I was very wet:o , and I found that he did have the touch in the cool sea, I leant against him and came with his fingers pressing my bikini into me.
Armando smiled and whispered nothings to me and I put my hand into the front of his speedos and felt his pulsing cock. He took my hand in his hands and used them to stroke himself again. It was just so sexual that I knew it was soon time for him so I used my free hand to move each ball one out to either side of his trunks. I gently took my hand from his cock and whispered that I wanted to watch him come. His strokes had become longer and he breathed deeply.
He had his eyes closed by now and was heading fast to his time. I gently caressed each ball from top to bottom, up and down and then put my hands around each one and squeezed as hard as I dared. Armando gasped and I felt the pulses beginning at the base of his swollen cock as he went to somewhere else with his orgasm building. I cupped his balls and lifted them against him with one hand and let the other be guided by his, working its way up and down on his shaft as the cool sperm leapt out in jets that coated our hands and arms.
We stepped back, the semen still wet on us and laughed and joked. What a way to start a holiday, and what a way to end his! We swam back to the beach and padded on the hot sand to our towels, Amy and Georgina had gone so we went back to the hotel, having agreed to meet later on.
I went to our room and stopped short at the door, I could hear voices, happy voices, so quietly opened the door. I could see Amy with her back to me in a lounge chair, she was laughing with her head thrown back, and kneeling in front of her with her hair tumbling over Amy’s thighs, was Georgina.
It was going to be some holiday !
Aggie xx