So in this Italian border village, every Friday it is market day. There's many markets in the area, most look alike but this one is special because of its size. Tourists come in buses for this thing... every Friday. My wife and I usually go when we're on holiday. This time a friend of hers came to visit. Now I don't mind going to this market but with two women... I agreed that we both went our way and that we'd meet for lunch in our usual place. Off they went and I immediately stopped at a shoe stall.
The next stall was one with scarves and I noticed a girl in her young twenties with a girl in her mid teens. They were having fun going through the scarves and trying them on. They were German. The young woman had a great figure and was dressed to show off that figure as well as boasting smooth skin between top and the top of a short dress with a longer sheer dress over it, which was showing off her legs. The long sheer dress also had a cut 'til high up her thigh. I smiled at them having fun. She noticed me watching and threw me a challenging look. I boldly looked back, obviously checking out her curves. The younger sister didn't notice the older sister flirting. She was a bit round but with a tight skin, just short of fat. Ample breasts though. She turned out to be the oldest sister of five siblings. Mom and dad came into view moments later, while herding the other kids through the market.
Next stop was a stall with t-shirts. They weren't half bad so I started to look for one with a funny print in my size. I was there before the family passed. She came into this stall too, telling her family not to wait for her: "Warte nicht auf mich, ich finde euch schon." The prerogative of adulthood I guessed. It was a big table with a pile of t-shirts. At first she did as if she was just minding her business, not noticing me. But then she bent forward, giving me a view of her cleavage, picking out a see-through top and holding it in front of her, looking up at me asking in English whether I liked it. She had the most disarming smile and round brown eyes. I answered in German that I'm not sure and that I needed to see it on her: "Ich bin nicht sicher, ich glaube, ich muss es an dir sehen." She said okay and beckoned me to follow her to the changing... tent... one square meter shielded off with drapes hanging off the back of the big van, a bit off from the clothes stretch. I followed and she stepped inside to change into what could be not much more than some of the emperor's clothes. She called me from within to check it out. And when I stuck my head inside, she was topless except for the sheer top. Her breasts, definitely D sized, stood firm. Hard nipples pointing forward. My dick was already somewhat warmed up, it had drawn attention to its presence on accord of the situation. But it now instantly grew hard. I was mesmerized and she laughed. In German she claimed she didn't have bothered to ask: "Ob es Dir gefällt, brauche ich Dich offensichtlich nicht zu fragen." Totally unexpected, she pulled me in and asked if I wanted to touch. I said that I'd very much like that and I did. She was just half a head smaller than me. She bit her lip through a smile as I fondled her globes and pinched her nipples to which she cringed some.
Then my penis told me to admit to her that I'm not really a boobies man, that I'm actually rather more pussy orientated. Her eyes went big. I boldly asked if I could touch her there as well. She didn't really agree as such, she only looked down between us for a moment. My hard-on was somewhat visible in the linen bermuda pants I was wearing. She must have seen it but didn't react. She looked up to me, still stumped I guessed. So I proceeded. I first slid my hand down her tummy and then laid it over the fabric of her skirt and pushed my hand between her legs. She inhaled sharply but said nothing. It felt soft and warm (even though it was 25°+ (Celsius... 77 Fahrenheit)). She did step out a bit, giving me more room. I then probed and massaged her triangle. My dick reacted by flexing inside my pants, fighting the constraint. It was at that moment that it took over my brain, filling it with lust, numbing my common sense. Her skirt had an elastic band so I was instructed by my dickhead to pull forward her waistband and quickly slip my right hand down her skirt. I found her panties and slid my full hand over it, covering her venus, pressing my fingers against it. It felt like lace. She inhaled sharply once more but other than that, she said nothing.
My manhood was glowing, radiating warmth upwards from my lower stomach, filling my chest, muddling my head. My member told me to go on so I proceeded and shoved my hand inside her panties. The sensation was wonderful. Her pussy was bare and upon my touch her slit was moist. I put my hand over her vagina again but this time I pressed my middle finger between her lips, immediately entering her welcoming world of wonderful womanhood. She moaned softly and leaned against me. I too wanted to make some noise but that would break the spell. I had some trouble breathing but kept control. I looked down at her as she looked up. I put my mouth on hers and kissed passionately, she responded well.
I added a digit between her folds and made a few quick and strong finger fuck moves. I, we, heard the wet slapping of my hand against her bald cunt. She hummed her pleasure and sucked on my tongue. I stopped kissing, pulled out my fingers and raised my hand. I brought it to my face and inhaled the enticing smell of her excitement. I licked a finger (I so love this aroma) then offered her the other. She placed her lips over it and sucked on my finger. I stated "Let's fuck" in German: "Lass uns ficken". She looked up to me with her big eyes spread wide, as if not to believe what she heard, as if she couldn't process my command. I continued, complying with the commands of my hot and horny hard-on by saying that I'd buy the shirt while she'd get redressed. And that she could take off her panties in the process. I said that I think I know where we can have a go at it.
I could never have expected her to comply with my bold behaviour. At first I took her hand but as soon as I turned into a side alley, she took my arm and leaned in close. I was acutely aware of my swollen dick pushing against my boxers, moving with the rhythm of my brisk steps. She asked where we were going and I said that she'll see. The alley connected the market street with the main road. We followed the sidewalk for a hundred meters or so and then took the steps up to a hotel. I had walked past it several times but never entered. There was no need for that then but I needed it now. It was a three star place so it should be OK for our 'needs'.
We entered and I went straight to the counter to ask for a room, for two, for two hours, double bed, with a shower... in Italian: "Vorrei una stanza per due, per due ore, con un letto matrimoniale e una doccia." The clerk didn't flinch. I negotiated a better price, managed to register under alias without having to check my passport and paid in cash. We took the lift to the second floor and kissed some more in the lift, her arms around my neck, her body warm and slightly moist from sweat against mine. The room was fine. Bathroom next to the entrance with a walk-in shower, then the rest of the room. Spacious, with a big double bed, obviously longer than the usual 2 meters, nice. But it was air-conditioned to a chill so I turned it off and I opened the glass doors to the tiny balcony above an alley. The alley ends at the seaside boulevard, so one might claim a seaview... Not important. She hugged me from behind, her hand moving down and feeling me up, grabbing my hard swollen meat. I was immediately back in the game. I let her feel me up for a bit before I turned around. I kissed her. Her sneakers were already off, making her a bit shorter. She put her arms around my neck, kissing me back. Wonderful.
I said that I had been wanting to ask her name. She said she's called Maria. Out of curiosity I asked her her age. She said she's almost eighteen. Now it was my turn to be surprised. So I asked if she was OK with me, an older man, seducing her, an essentially underage girl to indulge in sexual lust... I had to ask. Meanwhile I was as horny as a stud in heat, my penis hard on the verge of hurting. And the prospect of screwing this young flesh only added to the urge. She answered that she wouldn't have followed me here if she didn't want to, that she didn't care about my age because she liked me and was attracted to me. Also that she was tired of boys her age who were only fumbling around and coming within the minute, more often than once even before they could fuck. And, more so, giving her no mind. And to support her point, she grabbed my knob again, squeezed it and said (switching to German) that she really wanted to experience an experienced man: "Ich möchte endlich mal einen erfahrenen Mann erleben." I uttered a curse and said that she wouldn't be able to stop me from there on. "Von jetzt an wirst du mich nicht mehr stoppen können." She responded by saying, in German, that she was bound to have me give her an orgasm: "Ich brauche dich um mir einen Orgasmus zu geben." That said, she pulled down her skirt and, being the good girl she was: no panties. She immediately pulled off her top and thus stood stark naked in front of me.
Her large breasts, her slightly round but firm features with some flesh on her hips to hold on to. And her heart stopping surprise: Her bald cunt glistening with juices, with (here's the surprise) really big inner labia hanging out, almost dripping from excitement.