At The Festival Della Musica

At the Festival della Musica, Vallecrosia

It's one of the events that's enjoyable, also for us tourists. The main street of the village is shut off. All bars and restaurants extend their businesses to the street in front of their shop. And every 200 meters or so, there's a band playing their type of music. Rock, Hardrock, Jazzy Pop, General Covers, a DJ with percussion support and the local dance school with kids and teenagers giving a performance of their skills. It's a treat to see young developing soon-to-be-women in tight lycra showing off their flexibility and sense of rhythm. But that's a different line of thought, one I don't tend to follow.

My wife and I did the walk up and down mainstreet before ending up at one of the extended terraces of one of the bars across from a cover band that played jazzy, souly, pop music. Standard set-up with a lead guitar, a bass guitar, keyboards, drummer and a female singer. Good musicians. We sat at a simple table at first but not ten minutes later, a more comfortable bench against the wall became available. It was overlooking the terrace, the street and gave a nice view of the band across the road.

A few meters in front was what seemed to be a family. Local because they got a lot of attention from passers by. They'd shoved a few tables together and sat around them. Round tables, so between them was a sort of gap. Behind one gap sat a rather attractive woman. Looked like she was single in that group with grandma and granddad, several parents with kids in various school going ages... and her, about ten years younger than me, late in her thirties. Long dark hair, almond shaped eyes, pretty face, no overweight visible. And that was apparent because she had a LBD on. Nice and short, showing off her attractive body and a lot of her legs that I could see under the tables because of that, more or less, gap between the tables. She was first talking to someone to her right and had her legs crossed left over right. The light was such that I could see some flesh under her skirt. The woman was also looking around and our eyes met, accompanied with a friendly smile. I couldn't help looking at her bare thighs and I noticed her noticing me. She then turned her butt up towards me ever so slightly and I felt a stir in my crotch.

Then her attention went to her left. She first left her legs in place and turned her upper body. But she then unfolded her legs and turned towards the person she talked to.

Now you've got to appreciate the situation. I was sitting with my wife on a bench, comfortably drinking a cocktail, watching the people do their thing in front of us. My wife couldn't see under the gap between the tables in front of us. And her attention was more with the band anyway. So then the woman turned towards the other side, moving her body toward that person, for an obvious more comfortable position. But she kept her legs pointed towards me. At first the legs were closed but then, slowly, her legs opened a bit, then more. And she revealed... I wasn't sure at first but my eyes got drawn to that place between her legs, under that Little Black Dress, that caught just enough light. She wasn't wearing underwear! Her skin was clearly visible, with a prominent slit visible to prove that she was definitely not having skin coloured panties on. It became obvious that the person she was talking to didn't get all her attention. Every now and then she threw a quick mischievous look my way. I checked my wife but she didn't notice. She pointed out some other character passing by and we shared a witty comment.

Then, when my wife was addressed by someone next to us, the woman opened her legs wider, inviting me to an un-obscured view of her Venus hill. I pulled a complimentary face, upon which she got up and gave a 'come on then' nod of her head and walked towards the café. I excused myself with my wife who was in conversation on music with our neighbor, and moved in the same direction. She greeted someone she passed while checking if I was in pursuit and walked ahead in front of me, working that ass. I followed her into the hallway in the back, where she entered the lady's. I checked but no one seemed to notice me, us.

I stepped through the door and found myself in a sort of anteroom with a washbasin and such. I closed and locked the door behind me and moved up against the hot woman present. We looked deep in each other's eyes as I stroked a lock of her almost black hair behind her ear. My hand moved further to her neck and I pulled her in to kiss her. Kindly on the lips at first but almost immediately we frenched. I then grabbed her butt, felt her up from behind, sliding my fingers through her wet pussy. She moaned. It was cumbersome to touch her intimacy like that and I'm a pussy man, I'm not into ass holes. I needed front access. There was a marmor plateau between the walls with a circular hole on one side with a steel bowl for washbasin in it and svtso over it. I pulled her dress up with two hands, grabbed her butt and lifted her onto the plateau. I stepped back to open my trousers which slipped down. I pushed down my boxer, thus releasing my hard rearing rod. She made an approving noise and grabbed it to pull me between her legs.

Her cunt was glistening with her juice, I could smell her mind numbing odor of excitement. And had but a moment to admire her fleshy flower. Her stimulated inner labia were sticking out, pink with dark brown edges. She pushed my foreskin back some, revealing pre-cum. Then led my manhood to her twat, rubbing my purple dick-head between her pink flesh. I then pushed my bone-hard cock straight into her warm wet wanting womanhood. She moaned loud, leaned back on her hands and wrapped her legs around me, pushing my butt in with her heels. She needed a few strokes to accommodate the size of my organ but as the tightness subsided I rammed my rod in with vigor. She moaned with every stroke, increasing pitch, then switched to "Yes, yes yes...". II moaned my pleasure too in rhythm with my thrusts.

I felt my orgasm building up but wanted her to come first. So I stuck my thumb between her labia and rubbed her clit against my pumping piston, relentlessly slamming my pelvis against her fanny. She reacted to my extra stimulation with some shivering moaned words: "Madonna! Quel cazzo!" And then she started trembling. Her legs pulled me in and she looks at me stammering: "Sto arrivando! Oh si! Vieni, vieni dentro di me, voglio che tu venga dentro di me, vieni, vieni... adesso!" She wants me to come inside her and I feel her legs pinning me against her. I feel my orgasm rising, my sperm pushes up and explodes from my 'testa di cazzo' onto her cervix. I growl my content: "This is good, really hot, I'm filling you up." And with small pumps my hard meat swells to its maximum, pressing out each drop. Three trembling pushes so three ropes of baby batter make a break for it.

Then I lean forward to kiss her. I thank her: "Grazie per avermi permesso di allevare la tua figa." Thank you for letting me breed your pussy. She is obviously startled by my claim but says: "È stato fantastico, grazie."

She then pushes me from her. My member slides out of her quim that starts to ooze our combined fluids. "Ora vai!" she says. She wants me to go. I pull up my boxer, folding in my glistening still half hard meat. Pick up my trousers and close them. I lean forward for one more kiss. She returns it with a soft response. Then I open the door. The corridor is empty. I proceed towards the men's, wash and dry my hands, then get back to my wife. The band has a break and apparently the man she's been talking to knows the singer. She's joined them and as I lay a hand around my wife's waist, I get introduced. The singer is the partner of the man. A nice conversation unfolds while I see my fuck date return to her family. They're breaking up minutes later. One backward glance, one smile and she disappeared into the crowd. We stayed until the band stopped late that night.