Mediterranean Odyssey

Day 1

I had started to plan our Mediterranean Odyssey a year ago. I had poured over all the information given on the cruise website. You know how I like to plan, and plan again making sure that all is perfect. I had arranged everything for our kids and the dates from the beginning of July to the middle of July would be the perfect time of year for our own Odyssey around the Mediterranean.

The flight to Barcelona, Spain from Dever was long, but fun. The flight was packed with the giddiness of our younger years and the fun that can be found in exploring each other's bodies while in public spaces. Sneaking our hands in, around, and under our clothes stealing soft strokes and penetrating moments all while others are oblivious to our playfulness thanks to the blankets given to us by the flight crew.

While our flight raced eastward toward the darkness, the glow of the lights of the cabin of the plane began to dim one by one then darken. Almost fully concealing us with both blanket and darkness for what you had planned to do next.

Almost as if you have been waiting for this exact moment when others are willing to sleep, you are becoming more embolden to take a small risk if only to give me more than soft strokes.

You search our area around us giving one final look around the cabin for anyone still up and about that could catch what you are about to do. Seeing no one, you skillfully unzip my pants and put your head underneath the blanket to pull my manhood out. Right before you part your lips to pass the tip of my manhood into your mouth you exhale your warm breath onto my skin.

You start caressing the tip of the head right along the slit at the top of the mushroom with your soft tongue. You start gently thrusting your tongue into the slit causing tinglings of pleasure up and down my shaft.

Within moments my member is fully at attention. With your truly outstanding fellatio skills, and the possibility of getting caught building the excitement for us both. You draw my long thick member deep into your mouth and slightly down your throat.

I try to let you know that I'm about to go but you pull me deeper into your mouth. That slight movement of you pulling me in deeper pushes me over the edge of control as I thrust into you all the way to the top of my testicles. You slowly extend your tongue slowly down the last inch touching my balls ever so slightly.

Within a few short moments you have me exploding into your mouth. Just like a lady you are, you finish me off completely. Swallowing everything I had. A few hours later we land in Spain with a great expectations of more history and deeper pleasure to explore together.

The weather in Barcelona is a warm 70° to a high of a cool 80°, perfect for all of your summer dresses and evening wear that you have packed. Most of your clothes are purposely chosen in the European style, loose and free. Seeing little to no need for a lot of garments to be packed, hoping to fit in with the local woman going without restrictions and judgment.

There is a slight breeze blowing in the streets that is cooling to the skin. We walk the streets going to the Gothic Quarter, looking at one of the oldest ports in Spain. Just off of the main roadway we find a secluded spot along a side alleyway. The stone work that lines the placement is worn smooth over a thousand years of ancient feet walking over them. The brickwork of the building to our left grants us some shade from the warm spanish sun.

I grab your waist and pull you in for a long and deep kiss. Your mouth is sweet from the juice was had been drinking during our lunch at a small Cafe out on the street. During our passionate French-kiss my hand softly touches your leg just under the hemline of your dress. With my right hand I slowly and surely move up your leg and grab your unclothed butt.

Grabbing your rear fully, with my large hand sliding my finger between the cleft of your cheeks. Just grazing your anus on the way to slip my finger into your pink moist folds from behind. As I am fingering your slickness, you start to grind on my already hard wood with the front of your femininity.

I lift you up on a ledge that was behind you the whole time we just did not notice our passion. Once you are on the ledge I gently but instantly spread your legs apart as you lift your dress around your hips exposing your sweetness to my view. I move my hands along your inner leg. My mouth seeks your light pink shaved vulva.

You grab my head with both hands and pull my lips and flicking tongue into your waiting softness all the while checking up and down the street for anyone that might stumble upon us. The wetness of my tongue parts your vulva smoothly, slick with my saliva and wet with your hot lust. Darting in and out and gently flicking your pink button in a pulsing pleasing steady rhythm. I am panting my masterpiece like a Renaissance master with every flicking, lick, and thrust of my brush.

Waves of passion start with you grabbing my hair willing me to go deeper and faster with every tug I feel from you. Faster your hips thrust faster your lust builds, the wider you spread your legs. Faster and faster the waves come to you building pressure, I fill your legs begin to tighten around my head.

I keep doing what my tongue is good at the same time I spread your legs telling you to push when your organism breaks. It can see your labia changing colors from a soft pink to a dark pink as the blood rushes to fulfill the climax we have built. Then with a gush you climax and squirt on my face and upper chest. Your ejaculant is sweet in my mouth and fills me with passion for you. After you finish riding a huge climax we continue our walking sightseeing tour smiling all the while knowing the lust we just shared where everyone could see.

Day 5

We find ourselves in Florence, Italy after a long day of seeing all of our favorite places like the Medici Place, walking and shopping on the Ponte Vecchio, and in the Medici Chapel where I fingered you we almost got discovered. For the rest of that day it was slight touches to keep the fun alive.

Later that day we ate lunch at a great streetside Cafe in a little plaza. While we are sitting and eating you suddenly spread your legs giving me a little quick flash of your sexy squeeze box. This prompted me to do an impromptu photo shoot with you starting in the plaza and walking back to our hotel. We stop for crosswalks and you flash your breasts for me to take a sneaky photo with people walking by and never looking at the beauty you are showing me.

This sexual experience lasts and builds all the way to the front door of the hotel and up the stairs to our room. I barely shut the door and you have slipped your dress over your shoulders. Your dress slides off your breast, falling over your hips to a puddle on the floor.

At that moment you have my complete attention fully focused and hard. I spring my stiffness free and join you standing in the room. Reaching, petting, licking, fingering, stroking, sucking, and thrusting takes place. We both finish in a rush.

I lead you to the balcony where we find night has settled upon Florence as we sit in the nude together. Seeing you there gives me a second wind back in my sails. I can see your skin has goosebumps on it from the cooler breeze blowing through the almost empty streets. I leave you there and grab a blanket from the bed and return wrapping it around you. I move my chair next to yours so I can share the blanket with you for the privacy it gives and the closeness it brings.

Your breast looks so soft and tender, almost wanting to be touched. I stare at your stunning naked feminine form as I cup your breast as I hold you from behind. My hands fully cup your breast warmly in the cool air while warming. As we are embracing my manhood starts to stiffen, growing fuller and longer. Within a few moments this cupping of your breast, draws for you to turn around and straddle me while deeply kissing me.

We kiss long and slowly as our tongues explore each other's mouths. I slowly grind my large flaccid masculinity against your soft silken pink. Without using anything other than our dancing tongues and cupping holding hands we grind our bodies against one another's until I am long, thick and stiff. Your slick creamy godess is fully dripping a lustful moistness slicking my rod. Back and forth, back and forth, I slide you along full length of my hard wet penis.

This grinding wetness where we meet begins to spread across the whole of my manhood and its sack, as well as, from your clit and pass your anus. This movement is so smooth due to both of us being freshly shaved, allowing our eyes to freely take in the shapes of our genders.

Wanting to fully fill your sacred place you hold just for me, I grab my shaft and guide you to sit and rock yourself onto its red and purple head. The mushroom tip softly part your lower lips as you take me all into you completely, deeply, fully. We grind not thrusting, preferring my seemingly humongous snake to rhythmically tap out an escalating beat against your G-spot.

I keep my mind focused not to cum but allow you to take control of the timing of the beat that is building yet more warm and silk wetness towards an unexpectedly powerful orgasimic wave. I feel you tighten around my wood, as you force the wave to higher and higher levels of godlike pleasure. As you ride out the fullness of the wave, I still do not allow myself to cum just yet as I feel and hear the delightful feelings of aftershocks of lust.

Unable to take anymore you moan softly as you pull off me yet remain atop my lap resting on the wetness you have spilled from within you. You feel your creamy silk with your hand between us. You know that I have not reached my climax yet and start to form an idea of how to make my mind explode in joy. Slightly standing up and off of my lap you run your fingers down between your legs across your folds to check if everything including your chocolate star. Making sure that it is completely slick with your own lubricant.

Moving your hand from the front of your body to your back between your rounded butt cheeks. Running your hand not between your legs you grab and guide my stalwart thickness into your anus. Your hand remains firmly around my shaft while using my tip to tease your backdoor. Sweeping and sliding over the dark folds, testing your opening by dipping down using the shape of my crown to enter slightly then pulling back off.

This in and out of your opening helps relax your already willing and open body to take me into you. With each dip of your hips combined with the corresponding rise of your hips you take me deeper each time. Over and over again as your dark flower opens for me, you take me halfway in and hold yourself at that depth. Allowing yourself to stretch the tight and yet painless area around my girth.

Knowing that you are fully in control of both of our pleasure, you reach the point of being completely relaxed as you slide your hips down taking me all the way in. Pausing at the end of my shaft as you sit upon manhood, you control your breathing, finding a deep and different pathway to pleasure.

I allow you to once again control the tempo, with the slow and steady of the up and down. Unique waves of lust build within you as I stiffen with the telltale sign that I am close to losing control of my willpower. With two more rhythmically timed rolling of your hips, I explode deeply inside you. The pumping movement of my penis pumping its cream, it sends you into a very powerful and unique release of your own explosion. The orgasimic feeling reminds you of the first time you organismed the first time you had fully relaxed and enjoyed anal sex.

I pull you into a long and sweet but sweaty embrace full of gratitude and afterglow. You stay mounted on me until I become chubby and then flaccid. I slip out of you but hold you close and allow my cream to slip out of you and onto the balcony. The audible drips once fast begin to slow and yet we still hold the embrace in full view of anyone still out in the cool streets of Florence in the summer at night.

Day 7

We are walking into Pompeii just outside of the modern town of Naples, Italy. Today we have no schedule and plan to explore everything the ancient city has to offer. We take in all of the histrionic streets and alleys. Viewing rooms after rooms of Villas and homes of the rich and poor alike.

Lost in the twist and turns of its streets, we talk about what it would look like when it was in its heyday. Using our imagination to fill the streets with life. Workers haul loads of goods such as vegetables, meats, and tradewear on carts of wood that neatly fit into the small and twisting roads.

People are walking along the sidewalks, going about their daily lives. We walk along the now crowded streets, thanks to our knowledge of history and a good imagination, we can hear the voices of the city speaking in a strange tongue now dead and voiceless, but loudly in our ears we can hear it.

We have by accident wandered into what we call the red-light district. Groups of modern people fill this part of town and we find ourselves being pressed in the flow of the crowd. In this press I grab your hand and pull you into a closed off area stealthfully separating us from the beaten tourist path and into places of the red-light district that few tourists have ever seen.

The frescoes of the women would perform in their skillful applied triad. As we explore this area you take the lead into a low doorway. Behind you I pull my seemingly gargantuan shaft from my loose fitting linen pants and rub it against your backside to let you know my lustful intentions.

Acting with a faint surprise, you ask what would you like done with that rigid thick staff, while pointing to the ancient frescoes on the wall. I act as if I am looking over the positions offered, being unsure of what to pick while my dick is fully out in the open air.

After just a few moments I pick a position and I point to a male with a huge phallic and the female on all fours, like our modern doggy style. You nod and hold out your hand for payment. I pull some paper money from my wallet and hand it to you. Placing the money in your linen pants pocket, while grabbing my rod pulling me, leading me into a small room with a stone bed.

You strip down completely placing your clothes on the bed neatly, then turn to me and strip me down as well. After placing my clothes neatly on the stone bed over top of yours, you go one all fours and summon me over to you with the come "hither motion" of your finger.

The sweat on our bodies can be clearly seen as we are completely nude and lustful wants in our eyes. I kneel behind you and bend at the waist bringing my mouth to your round ass. I kiss the sweat on your butt and lick your cheeks tasting the salt we have both become addicted to over our Odyssey trip. I lick the cleft of your clean crack and spread your cheeks to start probing between them with my tongue. I passionately savor the unique flavor of your ass.

I tongue your dark spot and flick across the folds around the entrance. Unable to make room on the small bed to eat you out fully, I use some of my saliva on fingers to lube you up all along your cleft of your succulent tightness. As I lube you up I push my wet fingers into your exquisitely succulent pink. Skillfully finding your G-spot, as I curl my fingers the flexing them and repeat the same motion over and over working your hungry American cunny.

Combining the curling motion with an in and out thrusting motion, I start to ramp up the tempo, feeling your body along with hearing your breath starting to come quicker. Your helplessly wet clam starts clenched tightly around my moving fingers. I take this as my moment to change up my technique to the shocker, putting my two larger fingers into your pink and my little finger in your kinky spot. Like magic this pushes you over and up to your personal crescendo of our moment in Pompeii.

While you're still pulsing I deeply thrust my always swollen and ready meat deep hard and fast, making you ride out your lust wave to three aftershocks later as I pull out and cum on your back and bum. Having nothing to clean up lick up my mess as it is mixed with your salty skin leaving one drop on your bum. Licking the last drop I pull your face to mine as I share the last drop of cum with you in a snowball kiss.

We gather our clothes and get dressed stealing glances at each other with lustful eyes that have been snaked with our spent passion. Making our way back to the crowds, but right before we hop the fence we get caught and escorted back to the tourist area smiling.

Day 12

Welcome to Venice, Italy, our last stop on our passionate Odyssey across the Mediterranean. Our days spent in Venice are spent seeing everything that the city has to offer, museums, churches, food, history, shopping, plazas, art, and gelato!!

But for tonight I have something bold and brazen. What I have in mind is to take a gondola around the canals of the old city. I have arranged a personal and secluded gondola ride for later that evening. But before we meet our gondolier, I take you out to dinner and do some dancing.

You have a silk dress on with your hair and nails done with heels on. Your dress fits your curves unbroken by bra or garment lines, with a low cut in the back that ends just before the top of your bum and a plunging "V" leaving little to the imagination in front. I have rented a sharp looking tuxedo cut to sharp lines and popping with the traditional black and white.

We go to dinner first, the restaurant is one of our biggest splurges and we enjoy everything that your heart desires. We as adults even try a bottle of wine that was recommended by our waiter that pairs well with non-drinkers and our food. The wine is sweet and tastes of summer and we enjoyed our whole meal.

We feel pleasant and carefree thanks to the whole bottle of wine we consumed. We are not drunk but comfortable and happy. We walk hand in hand as we do, holding hands in our special way a short distance down a marbled sidewalk slowly soaking in the smell of the city and the night that envelopes it.

After a few blocks we find where we are to meet our gondolier. We find him waiting in a beautiful black gondola and dressed in his traditional costume. I enter the gondola first, turning back to taking your hand and helping you into the boat. We sit down on the seats facing forward and away from our gondolier.

We snuggle close as I whisper in your ear sweet nothings, saying how ravishing you look tonight. I thank you for all of the special moments we had experienced over the last twelve days and thirteen nights together.

We sit in the pleasure of the moment silent but finding, thanks to the alcohol, our inhibitions low and sultry. The canal we are floating on takes us out of the packed tourist areas as requested by me. Looking out over the water we see the moon light reflecting off it. Everything is setting the mood, without saying a word we both turn and start kissing. Kissing like we have never kissed before. More fully, more passionate, more lustful, and less worrying about who sees what happens.

Our hands move in practiced motions over our clothes touching and pulling out the powerful lust we have built for each other over our marriage and over these last few days especially. This is the moment to fully fall into a fantasy everyone has about public love making. We both find this appealing after we had a short moment while we were on that public transport. I found it such a turn on as I recount to you this memory:

"As we share our knowledge of what it is we're seeing with one another, it becomes our own erotic language to the other, sharing insights and facts only the other would appreciate, letting our fingers find the "naughty" places with subtle flicks and strokes.