Who would have thought that I would still manage the huge pile of files? Now I could go on vacation without a guilty conscience. This one more load, that was it. Three weeks of sun, sand and sea. Just what I needed right now. My friends Kristin and Lara had encouraged me to go on this trip and they would even accompany me. A few months ago, on one of our girls' nights out, the idea for the vacation together had been born. We reminisced about our childhood memories and I talked about how much I had loved vacations in Italy as a child. I had sworn to myself that I would always go back there. Unfortunately, I didn't keep that promise.

My friends spontaneously suggested that the three of us could renew my childhood vow and go to Italy together. At first I found the idea rather absurd, but the more I thought about it, the more I liked it. The wonderful campsite from back then was quickly found on the Internet. We agreed on the first three weeks in June and booked three small, lovely apartments by phone for this period. We soon received the booking confirmation by email and from then on it became real for me.

Now the wait was over, we were due to leave tomorrow. I printed out the finished letters and put them in envelopes. So, that was it. I mentally said goodbye to my office for the next three weeks, then gave my green plant a good swig from my mineral water bottle and headed home.

My suitcase had been packed in the hallway since the weekend. I enjoyed my last evening at home with an extensive wellness program. A relaxing bath was followed by a hair care pack and a shave of my legs, armpits and intimate area. Completely satisfied with the result of my efforts, I then toasted my reflection in the mirror with a glass of champagne, wished myself a nice vacation and went to bed.

The next morning, the shrill ringing of the alarm clock woke me up at five o'clock. It took me a moment to realize that this was not a wake-up call for another day at work, but for my departure on vacation. It was therefore easy for me to leave my warm nest and get into the shower. Meanwhile, the coffee was already brewing and after a small breakfast, I was already impatiently awaiting my friends.

At six o'clock sharp, Kristin and Lara rang the doorbell at my apartment. They burst into my apartment like two startled, chattering chickens. "Morning, sweetie," Kristin greeted me and pressed a kiss to my cheek. "A wonderful good morning, my dear Emi," Lara whispered in my ear and kissed my other cheek. "Good morning, you chickens. You're really chirpy already." "Oh, I'm so looking forward to Bella Italia," Kristin exclaimed as she danced around the living room with her arms outstretched and a dreamy look on her face. "Well, let's not waste any time. Get out!" I urged my friends gently but firmly.

Six hours later, we landed at Genoa airport. There we picked up our rental car and after another hour and a half we arrived in Cervo. It had been so many years since I had last been here, and yet it felt like it was only the day before yesterday. The romantic old town on the hill with its narrow streets and the beautiful church with its high tower, I was completely overwhelmed. Even the campsite hadn't changed much, although it was a little more modern overall, it had retained its flair.

We settled into our apartments, freshened up and set off. Not far from the campsite, we crossed the bridge to Diano Marina. I could hardly believe my eyes when I discovered the pizzeria where we had devoured many a margherita as children over 20 years ago. Maybe it had changed hands in the meantime, but at least it was still there. The snack on the plane hadn't exactly been sumptuous and our stomachs were growling. We went in and sat down at a nice window seat not far from the bar.

After we sat down, I immediately noticed the man behind the counter. He was about my age. With black hair, striking features and a sensual mouth, he was a Roman par excellence. I tried to imagine what it would feel like to be kissed by those full lips and look into his fiery dark eyes. He was pure sin! My face was covered in a soft blush. He catered to every single point of my personal prey schema. Very masculine and so extremely sensual, as if made for love.

An older man entered the restaurant and greeted him with a friendly "Ciao Giacomo. Come stai?" After the men had chatted briefly, Giacomo looked at me. He smiled and bared a row of snow-white, straight teeth. Unbelievable, this man could just as easily have stepped out of a modeling magazine. My pulse quickened noticeably. I had to swallow, my mouth was suddenly dry. Then the waiter came with our food and I turned my attention back to my friends.

After our meal, we left the restaurant in the direction of the beach promenade. As we left the pizzeria, I noticed that Giacomo was watching me. I had to swallow again, this man was clearly confusing my thoughts. When we stepped outside, the promenade was already brightly lit. It turned out to be a real shopping mile, which we left two hours later, laden with numerous shopping bags. Around midnight, we fell into our beds completely exhausted. My last thought was for Giacomo, the fiery Italian from the pizzeria.

The next morning, the sun was shining and promised a hot day. After a hearty breakfast on the terrace, we made our way to the beach. Our destination was the pier, which could be reached via a small bridge and was located directly behind the campsite. We settled down on our beach mats at the very end of the pier. Every now and then you could hear a motorboat passing by, otherwise all you could hear was the lapping of the water, which hit the pier in a recurring rhythm. I surrendered to this sound for a while, let my mind wander and finally realized how it was lulling me to sleep. An hour later, I woke up and lolled on my beach mat with relish. My girls were engrossed in their books. I preferred to cool off a little and let myself slide into the water. It was a little chilly at first, but after a few strong strokes the cold feeling was gone. I swam and swam and swam and I didn't even realize how far I had already moved away from the pier because I was so excited. When I finally looked back, I was overcome with fear. This could be tight, it flashed through my mind. I doubted that I would be able to make it back. Don't panic now, I tried to calm myself down.

Suddenly I heard a loud engine noise and when I turned around, I saw a blue motorboat coming towards me. Just before me, the man switched off the engine and I swam towards him. Then I recognized him, it was Giacomo! His expression was grim. He must have thought I was a complete idiot, a typical tourist. Just then, two strong arms grabbed me and pulled me into the boat. "I have to say, you're pretty brave. Or are you a competitive swimmer?" he asked angrily. "No, I'm not a competitive swimmer, and no, I didn't put myself in this position on purpose," I replied coolly. Now his tone became softer again. "Scusi, signorina. But I'm worried about you, it could easily have backfired. Assuming I was cold, he put his jacket around my shoulders. "Thank you," I replied meekly. "I'm sorry, it's not usually my style to be so unreasonable. I'm glad you saved me."

He gently stroked a strand of hair out of my face. Then, just as gently, he put his hand around the back of my neck and very slowly pulled me towards him. I didn't protest, I just let it happen. This man was the light and I was the moth that couldn't resist the attraction. When his full lips touched mine, a gentle shiver ran down my spine and a powerful tingling sensation spread through my womb. As Giacomo's hands curiously explored my body, I thought to myself that I had never done it in a boat before. His tongue plundered my mouth and from there traced a wet trail along my neck.

"What's your name?" he asked without stopping what he was doing. "Emily," I gasped. His touch left me breathless. He knew exactly what a woman liked. Knew where to touch her to make her lose her mind. Suddenly he stopped and looked at me questioningly. "What is it, have I done something wrong?" I asked uncertainly. "No, Emily. I was just wondering if you'd like to accompany me to a secret place." "Yes, why not," I replied with a laugh. Yes, I wanted this adventure, I wanted to let myself go and enjoy the moment. I would probably never see him again anyway. Just a bit of fun, a little vacation fling, nothing more. I would go with him. But Kristin and Lara should know where I was.

"Could I use your cell phone for a minute? I'd like to tell my friends where I am so they don't worry unnecessarily." "Yes, of course. No problem." Giacomo handed me his cell phone and I dialed Kristin's number. She laughed with amusement when I told her that I was on a boat with Giacomo from the pizzeria and wouldn't be back until later.

After I had finished the phone call, Giacomo started the engine and we drove along the coast. A short time later, he steered the boat into a secluded bay that I had barely noticed from the water. I wonder how many women he's been here with? It didn't matter, after all, I only wanted one thing from him.

He moored at a makeshift quay and helped me get out of the boat. We walked hand in hand towards a small hut. "May I introduce you? This is my refuge when I want to be alone." "That's incredible. I can well understand that you feel at home here," I replied. He opened the door to the hut and pulled me inside. The furnishings were spartan, but there was a small seating area and a relatively large bed with several pillows and blankets. Perfect for a hot affair.

Giacomo pulled me into his arms, his hands slid over my body, gripped my bottom and kneaded it with a firm grip. He was aroused, there was no doubt about it. I could clearly feel his promising hardness as I rubbed myself against him with relish. He opened my bikini top and let it fall to the floor. I slipped his open shirt off his upper body and began to explore his muscular chest with my mouth and tongue. I left a wet trail all the way to his nipples. He groaned as I first circled his small nipples with the tip of my tongue and then gently pulled them into my mouth. His reaction encouraged me, I knelt down in front of him and opened his jeans to free his magnificent arousal from the tightness of the fabric. His best piece popped out and automatically found its way to my lips. I licked over the silky skin and Giacomo reached into my hair, moaning. A drop of pleasure shone on the tip of his shaft. I ran my tongue over it to taste it. I pressed the tip of my tongue into the center of his bulging tip and applied light pressure to the tiny opening.

Giacomo's breathing quickened and his grip on my hair tightened. He now thrust into my mouth in a steady rhythm, slid out and thrust again. Sucking even more intensely and with my lips tightly closed around his part, I accommodated his movements. Feeling his hardness so deep in my mouth made me incredibly hot. As I realized with satisfaction, his shaft was pulsating in my mouth. So it wouldn't be long before he climaxed. That spurred me on even more.

I took his testicles in my hand and massaged them while I continued to pleasure his shaft with my mouth. "Stop, stop, Emily. I don't want to come yet. We have plenty of time and I want to enjoy you, beautiful." He took off his pants, which until then had been hanging down at the back of his knees, so that he was now completely naked. He then took off my bikini bottoms. We left the beach house and walked back to the beach. Giacomo pressed me against him and his hand went to my pussy. "Oh God, Emily, you're so hot," he moaned in my ear.

Then everything happened very quickly. He got down on his knees and pulled me down to him. Just a blink of an eye later, he was behind me and penetrated me with his big penis. What an indescribable feeling to be taken right on the beach! Like Adam and Eve, I thought, it must have been like that in paradise. "Well, my beauty, how do you like it?" Giacomo whispered into my ear, leaning over me. "Is it good, or do you want it harder?" I met his thrusts with my pelvis. "I want it harder, deeper." "I knew you were my dream woman," he gasped and thrust harder into my lap. I let out a muted moan. "I want to hear you," he prompted me." Then he slid out of me and laid me on my back. He pulled me a little towards the surf so that it touched my lap. The water licked at my labia, an exciting feeling.

I opened my thighs in anticipation and spread them wide apart as Giacomo knelt between them. He put his hands under my buttocks, then lowered his head to my pussy and slid his tongue into my hot flesh. Now I cried out ecstatically. I clawed my hands into the sand and bent my lap greedily towards his tongue. I couldn't get enough of this game. I screamed his name out loud as I came with wild convulsions in a gigantic orgasm. Giacomo held me until my contractions subsided. Only then did he turn me on my side, lay down behind me and, while holding my leg up, slid deep into my wetness. If a boat were to pass by now, the crew would literally have deep insights. But even that didn't matter to me at that moment. All that mattered to me was the pleasure that we could share so uninhibitedly.

He put my leg over his pelvis so that he had one hand free again. Now he finally turned his attention to my breasts and here, too, he proved to be extremely talented. He rubbed my hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger so hard that I cried out in pleasure. "Do you like that?" he gasped between two deep thrusts. "Yes, please keep going, don't stop," I begged. "What else do you want? Tell me what you want me to do to you. Do you want me to lick you again or do you want to feel me in your ass? Tell me how you want me to do it to you." I didn't have to think long. "I want you in my ass. Give it to me anally!"

He pulled his hardness out of my lap and turned me onto my stomach, spread my thighs apart and knelt between them. "Do you want it soft or hard?" he asked as he pressed the tip of his hardness against my anus. "I want it gentle until you're all the way inside me and then you can do whatever you want to me," I replied.

That was his command. He slid into me with ease, accompanied by loud, lustful moans. Giacomo filled me completely with his magnificent hard-on. He literally impaled me. I felt a slight ache as he thrust deep inside me again and again. But more than that, I felt a pleasure I had never known before. I kept screaming his name and even asked him to take me even harder. It felt like he was taking possession of me. He grabbed my hair and pulled hard, as if to symbolize who was in charge and who was dominated by whom.

"I can't wait any longer. Turn around, I want to spread my juice all over your body," he demanded breathlessly. He slid out of me and I turned to face him. Giacomo gripped his penis tightly and slid his hand up and down it, faster and faster. His phallus was glistening from our juice, from our lust. Then his face contorted into a tense grimace. I knew he was going to come now.

He pushed my legs even further apart. I spread my labia expectantly with two fingers and then he shot his concentrated load onto my labia, my clit, my breasts and into my face. His semen ran all over me. I automatically opened my lips and licked the accessible drops with my tongue to taste him. At the same time, I rubbed his cream everywhere he covered my body.

When the last drop was spread over my skin, he collapsed on top of me. The surf lapped around our feet as we lay exhausted on top of each other. As it turned out later, this was just the beginning of two unforgettable weeks. I had found it again, my Bella Italia.

Dirty Women's Fantasies 3 - "Bella Italia" by Ziva Libera - Carl Stephenson Publishers

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