Do You Always Go Commando?

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It’s fascinating how something as simple as a family snapshot can suddenly bring back vivid memories of an event that makes your heart skip a beat. In my case it was a photograph of me standing next to my car that reminded me of a wonderful morning of horny sex with a gorgeous Italian guy on my parent’s big pine kitchen table. When I was at school I read several autobiographies and decided that, when I was a rich and famous singer or film star, I would sit down and write my own life story. As it turned out, I left school at sixteen to train as a hairdresser in my aunt’s salon before getting the job at ‘Playthings’ selling exotic lingerie, sex toys and adult movies. But, long before then, I’d started collecting things and sticking them in my scrapbooks. The notes, cuttings and pictures are kind of a journal of my life in words and pictures and, although I haven’t actually written a full autobiography yet, my scrapbooks help me to recall events that provide me with the inspiration for many of my short stories. I was going through one of the books the other day and I came across a picture of me standing beside the classic Mini Cooper that my parents had bought me for my twenty-first birthday. Somewhere in the book would be a note that I wrote at the time to remind myself of a totally spontaneous sexual encounter but I didn’t need to search for it because just seeing the picture brought the wonderful memories flooding back. The car was my pride and joy and I’d happily spend a couple of hours on Sunday mornings cleaning it until it gleamed. On one particular weekend, when my parents were away visiting my Dad’s cousin in France, I received a call from our estate agent asking if it was convenient for someone to view the house. My parents were keen to sell so that they could buy their dream house just around the corner. So I agreed to the viewing and made sure that the house was nice and tidy before continuing washing my car. Much earlier than the agent had suggested, rus escort a sleek Mercedes sports car pulled up on the driveway behind my car and I instantly recognised the driver as being the hunky owner of the popular Italian restaurant in the shopping precinct where I work. “Carlo,” I cried joyfully, “what a lovely surprise.” “Candice,” he replied in that lovely soft Italian accent, “I didn’t know this was your house.” Then he noticed that, where I’d been leaning against my car as I washed it, my tee shirt was soaking wet and almost transparent. He smiled broadly and said playfully, “Candice, I can see your beautiful tits.” “I know,” I said. “I’m sorry about that but I wasn’t expecting you quite so soon.” He said that he was the one who should be sorry for arriving early but explained that one of the places he was intending to view had cancelled. I led him through to the kitchen and said that this was all a bit new to me so I suggested that he just find his way around the house on his own and I’d changed into some dry clothes. He nodded and when he went upstairs I took the opportunity to get some shorts and a top from the airing cupboard and hurriedly changed into them. After about fifteen minutes he reappeared in the kitchen and asked me to let him see the garden, which I happily did. In the meantime, I put some coffee on and when he returned he willingly agreed to share some with me. Carlo was a really attractive thirty something guy who’d recently taken charge of the family restaurant business and, as we sat opposite each other at the large farmhouse style pine table that dominates our kitchen, we chatted happily about various things. He wasn’t in the least bit flirty and didn’t make me feel uncomfortable at all and, inevitably, we got round to the subject of the house. I asked him what he thought and he said that he liked it very much but that he needed to work out his finances before he could make an offer. yenimahalle escort It looked as though that was pretty much the cue for him to leave but, after we finished our coffee and stood up, he came really close to me and pulled my body tightly into his, kissing me fully on my lips. I made no attempt to resist him, and when my tongue started to probe the inside of his mouth I guess I’d already submitted to his advance. He pulled away briefly and said, “I’m sorry Candice but I just can’t get that wet tee shirt image out of my mind,” Then he carried on kissing me hard and passionately. I was suddenly as horny as hell and signalled my desire by putting a hand on his groin and squeezing the sizeable bulge in his trousers. He seemed slightly shocked at my forthright behaviour but I knew exactly where I wanted this to lead. “Let me show you these,” I said playfully as I pulled away from him and peeled my top over my head shaking my mane of peachy blonde hair. I crossed my arms in front of me in a playful attempt to hide my firm young tits from his gaze but I happily let him move them away so that he could see, touch and kiss them. I enjoyed the sensation of him sucking my stiff nipples really hard and flicking them with his amazingly long tongue but I was also really keen to get his cock out. So, as he worked his magic on my tits, I unzipped his fly and slipped my hand inside. “Do you always go commando?” I whispered softly as I gripped the warm stiff flesh of his meaty manhood and pulled it through the opening. “Always,” he replied. “Me too,” I said. “You can feel if you want.” His hand slipped under the waistband of my shorts and I gasped as I felt his finger gently probing my slit. “No pussy hair,” Carlo said softly. I made some silly remark like, “I’m pleased you noticed,” or something like that but we were slowly beginning undress. Carlo’s next move was to unbutton his shirt, revealing his wonderful olive skin tone and beautifully defined torso covered with a perfect growth of soft black hair and I sank to my knees and undid his belt. I tugged his trousers over his hips and dragged them to the floor. His masculine body hair extended all the way down to his ankles and his fully engorged cock was as stiff as a flagpole. At first I just knelt there with my palms resting on his upper thighs staring at his cock but the temptation to kiss it was far too strong and, when a droplet of clear fluid oozed out of his tiny hole, I tenderly licked it off. It didn’t really taste of anything but the physical contact of my tongue on his penis was a profound moment and, although I perhaps made more of a meal of licking the tip of his gorgeous cock than I should have done, I really wanted to savour it. Carlo was clearly enjoying the gentle feeling of my tongue on his sensitive flesh and the sensation of it probing his tiny cock hole but it was when I took his bone hard manhood deep into my mouth and started squeezing his hairy balls that he began moaning softly. I was sucking him with varying degrees of tempo and even nibbling it gently with my teeth, which really made him twitch. “That feels so amazing, Candice,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting anything like this.” “It’s going to get even better in a few minutes,” I said sensuously. “I want you to fuck me.” He responded in Italian and it sounded really horny even though I didn’t understand a word. But, when lifted me up and undid my shorts then eased them over my slender hips, I got the general gist of what he’d said. He quickly arranged a couple of the chairs and lifted my naked body onto the table placing one of my feet on each chair. My legs were spread wide and I opened my slit with my fingers to show him the soft warm folds of my succulent womanhood in all its glorious detail. My vagina was now leaking quite profusely and I thought he was just going to fuck me but, instead, he sank to his knees and began licking the insides of my thighs. It was really tickling me but I knew he was making his way steadily towards my pussy and I enjoyed being teased. He could easily reach every part of my cunt and the initial contact of his tongue on my tender flesh made me squeal.

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