Lena In Tuscany

LENA IN TUSCANY

It was a beautiful August late afternoon in Tuscany. A few passing clouds, beautiful rolling hills. Lena was tired, and having just finished work on the communal farm, she was a bit sweaty. Lena was wearing a pretty flowery dress, her hair back in a cute ponytail, and she was hoping for a ride into town just to grab a bottle of wine to share with her friends back at the farm that evening. She was walking along the road into town, and a pickup truck, vintage 50's, open in back approached. The hill ahead of her was looking fierce, and she knew she was in a friendly part of the world, so she stuck her thumb out, smiled, and as luck would have it, the pickup truck pulled over.

She looked inside the little cab, and the piercing blue eyes of the young man inside really struck her. She noticed there were multiple flower pots in the back, and figured quickly that he must also be in the growing business, as so many are in Tuscany. He smiled, introduced himself as Giancarlo, and Lena got in. The cab smelled beautiful, as if those flowers in back were right there with her and this very good looking driver. He was tan, he had a beautiful head of light brown hair, which led her to believe he must work outside with these flowers. He also had the most devastating smile, which along with those beautiful blue eyes caused Lena to purposely shift her eyes away. She didn't want to stare, but she wanted to.

They talked freely and easily together. And he made her laugh a lot, which was so lovely. He was glad to have company he said, after having just plants and flowers all day to talk to. He was also happy to drive her to the store to pick up wine. After talking for awhile on the way into town, he revealed that he was taking care of a large orchard, growing some of the finest grapes for wine in Tuscany. When he said the name of the winery, Lena recognized it immediately.

He waited in the truck while Lena shopped, bringing out his family's finest wine, and she proudly showed him the bottle. The smile on his face was so sexy she found herself looking away again. Before long, he invited Lena to his grandmother's house where he was to drop off the flowers and eat linguini with clam sauce with his grandmother and would she like to join. Lena answered, perhaps too excitedly, "yes, that sounds very nice!"

Arriving at the villa, Lena was overwhelmed by the beautiful view from her old home, and asked Giancarlo if she could take a few photos. Of course she could.

And as they walked toward the house Lena noticed a very expensive Ferrari convertible parked just outside the door. Lena joked that his grandmother had very good taste in cars and he casually said it was actually his, and perhaps after dinner, he would take her for a ride. He said this in a way which made Lena blush, but she said nothing.

His grandmother was a wonderful cook and had the most beautiful eyes and face and accepted Lena into her home as if she were family. She quickly washed up, removing as much dirt as possible from the long day's work on the farm. They sat down for a wonderful meal, which took a very unexpected turn. After they enjoyed the antipasto, his grandmother went into the kitchen and Giancarlo gently took Lena's hand and met no resistance. It was a very sweet gentle way that he took it, but electricity shot through her body when he did and she looked at him and smiled, this time not looking away from shyness. He had the most beautiful mouth, and she had some delicious thoughts about what that mouth could do to her.

He kept holding her hand gently as his grandmother served the linguini and sat down across from them, not seeming to notice. It was then that things took a very unexpected turn. As they were casually talking about their day, Giancarlo let Lena's hand go and he gently caressed her lower back. It was so gentle and so sensual that Lena nearly melted right there. But she kept eating and chatting. She hardly knew Giancarlo but she wished to know him better.

Then even as they were chatting, Giancarlo's hand found its way to Lena's knee. She had no interest in removing it, she smiled at his grandmother and didn't even look over at him. He slid his hand very gently, so gently she barely felt it as it traveled toward her intimate area. And then he asked Lena and his grandmother if he could repeat a joke he had heard today. Of course the answer was yes.

As he told this funny story his hand kept gently and in the most teasing and sensual way, moving toward Lena's panties. She glanced over at Giancarlo, as he was telling this joke and he looked so beautiful at this moment. With no resistance, his hand reached Lena's panties and her heart was racing, her skin was on fire. If his grandmother had simply looked under the table, she would have seen his hand where it shouldn't be. And then, with Lena offering no resistance, her panties started their journey. He seemed quite good at this little trick because in just a few moments, her panties were at her thighs. She had never experienced this degree of sexual excitement in her life and it was far more intoxicating than his family's wine.

Lena was nervous that his Grandmother would notice how turned on she was, but was not about to stop things from progressing. She found it very hard to concentrate on the funny story and her linguini, but she tried. She also realized that her nipples were pushing through the material of her pretty dress and her pussy was becoming quite ready to be teased and tasted, and of course, to be well fucked by this beautiful and mysterious young man. She started to fantasize being in the Ferrari with Giancarlo with her dress up, receiving his passionate kisses between her legs. She was so turned on that she barely noticed that her panties were now around her ankles and then his fingers gently made their way up her thighs again. She wondered if he would be so bold and she soon had her answer, though it was quite unexpected.

He very gently slid just his little finger between the folds of her pussy and eased it slowly inside until his knuckle was resting by her clitoris. Just one finger. Lena was so turned on it was almost agony now. Giancarlo finished his story and his grandmother laughed and Lena who was not paying attention at all to the story also laughed, but all she could think about was the pleasure she was having, and she gave Giancarlo the sexiest sign. She moved her hips just a tiny bit, allowing that finger deeper access into her pussy.