I had just finished my second year of Pharmacy school, summer was close, and I really needed a vacation. I wanted it to be unique, exciting and somewhere overseas. My friend Lisa, who I met on the internet, was a little down, so I wanted to surprise her with a Mediterranean Cruise. She loves Italian men and I had always wanted to see Italy, so it was a perfect combination. After searching different cruise lines, I had found the perfect one. All I needed was for Lisa to get free for a week and it was going to happen.
When her cell was ringing, my anticipation was building. An excited Lisa answered the phone, we laughed and caught up on life. I had asked her if she was up for a vacation and she relayed in her high pitched answer, "Hell, yea, momma." Lisa wanted to know where we were headed but I kept that a surprise. I told her that I would meet her at the Philadelphia International Airport the following Sunday and she would find out when we were about to take off.
When that day arrived, I was relaxing during my five and a half hour flight from LAX in Los Angeles. I reviewed our cruise destinations which even though it was called Mediterranean, it was actually in the Tyrrhenian Sea. We were to land in Palermo, Sicily where the ship would launch, then off to Naples, Italy, then up the coast and shuttled inland to Rome, then back to Sicily. Not only would we see some hot Italian men, we were going to visit some historical landmarks.
I also thought about Lisa. Even though I was 22 and she in her mid-forties, we clicked like a couple of sisters or at the very least, a girl and her cool aunt. I have stated it before, but Lisa acted much younger than her chronological age and was as comfortable at cursing in casual conversations as she was being a proper lady. I loved her free spirit, Russian bloodline attitude, insatiable sexual appetite and her humongous breasts. Quite simply, she is fun to be around.
When I landed at the airport, waiting on our connecting flight, I see Lisa walking toward me with a huge smile on her face and wearing a cut fuchsia sundress that hit her about knee length. Putting my phone down, I ran over to her and we locked in a huge hug. Her perfume smelled wonderful.
"I'm so glad you were able to get free with all that you have going on. We are going to have so much fun," I beamed.
"I have a lot of shit going on but then I thought about how often are we going to see each other, I said, 'fuck it,' and here I am. Let's do this! You gonna tell me where we are headed?" Lisa raved.
I giggled, "Nope. You will find out when we get to the gate."
When we arrived and Lisa saw that we were heading to Italy, she let out a loud squeal! That made me just as excited for myself as I was for her. We boarded the plane, put our carry-on bags in the overhead compartment and sat in our seats. With our blonde hair and fair skin, we probably looked sister-like to the common onlooker. We got comfortable for the long flight to Germany, then on to Sicily.
Eventually, day turned to night and after Lisa and I had caught up with the events of our lives, we got a blanket from the flight attendant and dosed off. After about an hour, I woke up from a hot dream involving me getting fucked by an Italian stud. It was very real and vivid, maybe a premonition of things to come.
Feeling a little frisky, I developed a wicked idea. Dipping my arm under the blanket, I found my hand between Lisa's legs. While she slept, I slowly manipulated her dress up higher and higher. I looked side to side as if someone could see from under the covering and my middle finger began to probe her crotch. I just about flipped when I discovered she wasn't wearing any panties. That was "so Lisa" and using my finger's tip, I slowly rubbed in between her meaty lips.
My own pussy was getting wet from my sneaky play. Tilting my hand, I inserted my finger into her vagina to the first knuckle. Lisa shifted in her seat, causing me to stop immediately. I waited for at least a minute before continuing my push. When my finger had completely disappeared into Lisa's pussy, her eyes quickly popped open.
Gathering her bearings, Lisa whispered, "What are you doing?"
I giggled then whispered back, "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm fingering your pussy."
I pulled my finger out and brought it up from under the blanket until it reached my open nose. I inhaled her scent like teenage boy getting his first action before sucking it like a Popsicle.
"Mmm, your pussy tastes good. I'm gonna need some more of that," I softly spoke while sliding my hand back down where it came from.
"You are sooo wicked. I knew I we would have a great time. Just don't get our asses thrown in jail," Lisa smiled while spreading her legs to give me better access.
My finger went directly back into her slit. Lisa gave a little shudder before stifling a groan. When I added a second finger, her eyes widened once again. The guy sitting beside her had to know that something was going on. Getting myself worked up, I pulled out to smell and lick my fingers clean just like I had done before. When I reinserted my digits back into her, I began to finger bang Lisa, pumping them slowly at first, but a quicker, steady rhythm soon followed.
Lisa's pussy was very wet and she was gurgling in ecstasy. Since I was sitting to the left of Lisa, I was using my right hand to pleasure her. We both could hear the faint, squish, squish, squish, sound her well lubricated pussy was making. I decided I was going to pleasure both of us simultaneously. I surveyed the attention of the other passengers and slid my left hand inside my shorts and panties. I rubbed my own clit while I fingered Lisa. She would squirm and shift in her seat. I could feel her building up and I just smiled while she did it. Getting her off was going to get me off.
She muttered, "Oh shit," put her hands over her mouth, clenched up and started cumming. Her vagina spasmed around my two fingers and I loved feeling the twitch of those mushy lips. I stopped playing with myself long enough to watch Lisa close her eyes tightly while she finished. She took a deep breath in relief as I pulled out my digits and brought them up to my face. In the dim light I could see the white, tacky cum on the tips.
I started up again on my own clit, rubbing the full length distance down to my pussy entrance all the way back up to my love button. With my other hand, I rubbed Lisa's juices under my nose to allow her essence to strengthen my arousal. The more I smelled, the faster I rubbed! I was getting closer and closer until I reached the point of no return. When I plunged my glistening fingers into my mouth, I began to cum just as hard as Lisa had done moments before. Clutching my thighs together around my wrist, I kept sucking on my nectar covered fingers like a pacifier, holding back my own grunt.
We snickered, then fell asleep. Upon landing in Palermo, we had a few hours to kill before boarding the cruise ship. We found a sex novelty store and decided we might need some toys to play with. As we browsed the selection, we discussed which ones would be great and acted like a couple of kids in a candy store with the sight of all the "marital aids." We settled on a hooked wand vibrator with 5 speeds and an 8 inch dildo with realistic blue veins running up the side.
Once we boarded the ship, Lisa and I were extremely happy with our lavish room, complete with Victorian style pillars, a huge king sized bed, and a gorgeous chandelier hanging in the middle of the ceiling. We unpacked our things and wanted to relax at the pool. As luck would have it, there was nobody around it so we had it all to ourselves. We swam and splashed for thirty minutes or so before we spotted a nice hot sauna room. The transition from the cool water to the sultry air was the perfect way to relax and sweat out some calories before dinner.
After removing our bathing suits while in the locker room, we wrapped a towel around our naked bodies and entered the sauna. It had three tiers of crafted wooden slab benches on three walls shaped like a horseshoe. Lisa and I picked the side middle bench in which to relax, lean back, close our eyes and build up a sweat. After about ten minutes, a large, athletically built, Italian man walked in and sat across from us.
This guy looked like an Adonis in his late twenties. He stood 6'5, olive skin, wavy black hair, sexy eyes, and neatly a trimmed beard close to his face. His body was thick and muscular. Even though he looked like he was about 240 pounds, you could still see the definition of his pecks through the thick kinky hair on his chest and the outline of his abdominal muscles. When he sat down with the towel wrapped around his waist, he leaned back, stretched his legs with his size 18 feet pointing upward and soaked in the hot air.
Lisa glanced at me and raised her eyebrows as if to say, "Look how hot this guy is," and I smiled, showing her I was already ahead of her thinking process. Then without warning, the guy takes his towel off and puts it in a pile right next to his muscular ass that pressed down on the wooden bench. At that point, Lisa was leaning back with her eyes closed and I honestly thought I was on a hidden camera show. I couldn't believe he actually took off his towel!
I quickly elbowed Lisa as she opened her eyes to see what I needed. I bobbed my head as to point in the handsome stranger's direction and that is when Lisa's eyes opened as wide as coffee can lids. Her head slowly turned to me as she mouthed, "What the fuck!"
I held back a laugh. After getting over the initial shock of this gorgeous man sitting among us, totally in the nude, the next observation was obviously the size of his cock hanging between his legs. His oversized balls were smashed to the wood and his soft cock sprawled downward about seven inches like a snake bathing on a log. He was totally unembarrassed but then again, someone that looked that good, probably shouldn't be.
Lisa wasn't shy as she belted out our introduction, "Hi. I'm Lisa and this is Brittni."
The strange man give us a look of confusion before answering, "Ciao, sono Enzo. piacere di conoscerti. Non parlo Inglese."
Having studied four years of Italian in high school, I recognized that he said hello, that his name was Enzo and he didn't speak English. We smiled and nodded. Enzo smiled back before slouching down in total relaxation. He then spread his legs, giving us total visual access to his magnificent junk.
Lisa and I looked at each other, each of us squinting one eye, then I whispered out of the side of my mouth, "Are you serious. Look at this. Is this an open invitation?"
Lisa giggled, "I don't know, but if this is how Italy is going to be, count me in!" She then added, "Look at this hot man ready for someone to dive in there. I dare you to go over and make a move."
Wanting our trip to be adventurous and sexual, I promptly slid off the bench, walked over to Enzo, sat down right beside him and asked if he was here with anyone in my broken Italian, "Sei qui con qualcuno?"
"Sono qui con i miei due fratelli. Siamo anche sullo stesso team di rugby," he responded telling me that he was here with his two brothers and they were on the same rugby team.
