My wife and I were taking a holiday in Tuscany, staying at a rather upmarket albergo. The weather was great, the food even better and everything was just fine. On this particular day my wife decided to sample the spa treatments on offer, while I intended to find a shady nook in the garden and catch up with my novel. I found the perfect area but had to pass by a red-headed beauty stretched out on a lounger.
I did a double-take of her body and long legs and felt my cock give an appraising twitch. Then I noticed the red-head's eyes were closed against the bright sunlight and I dwelt a little longer over her shapely form hidden beneath a shiny pink bikini. But somehow she sensed my presence and upon opening her eyes, she smiled up at me. We greeted one another and I apologised for disturbing her, saying I was taking up a spot in the shade, which just happened to be directly opposite.
I settled onto my lounger, donned my sunglasses and opened my book, but concentration was difficult and I couldn't resist taking regular peeks at her. I had a feeling I'd seen her in the lounge last night with two younger men and an older one, that I assumed was her husband. The young men had been all over her like a rash and her husband didn't seem to mind one bit; I remembered thinking at the time which one was going to be lucky enough and fuck her. I began to fantasise about this scenario and what happened after they all left the lounge together. Where did they go? The albergo was in a rural area and the local village didn't offer any nightlife, so I assumed they went to one of their bedrooms. At this point my fantasies regarding the woman being fucked got the better of me and I found myself with a hard cock, which was difficult to hide in my swimming shorts.
My obsession with the slim, gorgeous woman grew rapidly and I removed my sunglasses to get a better look at her, trying to figure her age. But it was as if she'd read my mind, because she sat up and reached behind to undo her bikini top. She shrugged it down her arms provocatively to reveal perfectly rounded tits, tits that look firm enough to do without a bra and in the centre of the fabulous orbs, brown rigid nipples stood proud, just like my dick. I imagined splashing them with my cum and adjusted my cock, but the merest touch on my knob persuaded me to stroke it instead, my book disguising any hand movements.
However, I remembered where I was and ceased stroking before someone spotted me and reported a pervert in the hotel garden. But I was quick to resume when I saw that the tantalising tart was now removing her bikini pants. Under my breath and with my eyes glued to the area of her pussy, even though it wasn't fully exposed to me, I called her a dirty fucking slut for being so shameless and arousing me so quickly. She sat up, pulled a side table alongside the lounger and draped a towel over it, in effect hiding her body from any onlookers in the garden. She reached for a bottle of baby oil and poured some of the liquid into the palm of one hand before proceeding to smear it over her gorgeous tits and nipples; I watched enthralled as her nipples appeared to stiffen further.
Then, as if she knew I was watching and wanking - yes, I started again - the dirty cow starts applying the baby oil to her legs and thighs leaving her skin glistening in the sunlight. Smearing the oil on the inside of her thighs meant the bitch raised her parted legs, which allowed me the glorious vision of her shaved cunt. It was a sweet, neat pussy with no overlapping fleshy labia and no sight of her inner lips, just a perfect alignment of two even ridges of flesh with a hint of pink that looked moist and beckoning; my wrist action quickened at the sight.
The dirty bitch hadn't acknowledged my presence during her titillating behaviour, but I just knew she was doing it for my benefit. Then having covered herself with the oil, the slut relaxed and lit up a cigarette. I admit I was transfixed, hooked on her cunt and I prayed no one was going to wander into this area of garden and interrupt her erotic behaviour, especially as my jerking was about to reach a critical climax. However, the dirty bitch had more teasing in mind for my benefit as I watched her silver painted finger nails snake their way over the flesh of her flat stomach to the apex of her cunt lips. She moved her fingers up and down until the two middle digits disappeared and she began to fuck herself; even now I can distinctly hear the sound of her slurping pussy.
It was a priceless exhibition and I took a firmer hold on my cock; not only was this woman a gorgeous beauty but a gorgeous slut to boot. My cock was so close to spurting that I had to check my actions remembering where I was. But the red-head across the grass was now using both sets of fingers to hold her cunt lips apart, displaying even more inner pink flesh. I uttered an obscenity, which came out louder than I anticipated disturbing the slut's activity. She stopped fingering herself and licked her fingers before inserting her lighted cigarette in her cunt, wisps of smoke trailing upward. I heard her voice.
"Do you smoke?" She asked taking me by surprise.
"Not usually, but I quite fancy the one you've got lit now." Christ where did that come from.
"I'll bring it over to you, then." She removed the ciggie from her cunt and hoisted herself from the lounger and, still stark naked, crossed the grass to my lounger. "I bet you've never tasted a cigarette like this." She said putting the filter tip between my lips. I savoured her cunt juice instantly, sweet cunt juice tasting of latent sex.
"I'm Julie." She said offering me her hand. I took it and raised it to my mouth kissing it and tasting more of her cunt.
"Peter," I replied somewhat embarrassed and feeling submissive. "I'm pleased to meet you."
"Yes, I can see you are." Julie said nodding at my undisguised hard-on. "Having a little tug on it while you watched me fingering myself, were you?" How could I deny it? "It looks a handsome erection, would you like me to finish you off? It's more secluded over here so I don't suppose anyone will see us."
Julie didn't wait for any acquiescence. Instead, she lifted a slender leg and straddled my waist to face away from me, then unceremoniously ripped off my shorts. One hand squeezed my balls and she proceeded to wank me with the other; it was pure heaven.
"Fuck that's lovely, Julie, I just hope my wife doesn't arrive."
"Relax, young man, but don't cum yet."
