1. Testarossa Di Toscana


    Date: 7/26/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: gilrenard, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    “Quickly, Gil, we’re about to land,” the sexy, young brunette sitting next to me on the plane purred in to my ear as she picked up the pace of stroking my cock. ~ We had met in the Toronto International Airport, while waiting to board our plane. I was seated at a table, replying to emails on my phone, when a young, sexy brunette tripped and fell on me. She gave out a short yelp and wrapped her arms around my shoulders to keep from falling on the floor. She immediately laughed once she realized what had happened. “I am so sorry and so embarrassed. Did I spill water on you?” She had asked as her hands slid over my shoulders while she stood up. She studied my face and thought my goatee made me look sexy and menacing at the same time. She got aroused at the thought of how rough and hard I could fuck her. I chuckled and replied, “No damage done. Are you okay?” “I’m fine. Embarrassed, but unscathed. I truly am sorry,” She repeated. “No worries,” I smiled at her. She extended her hand and introduced herself, “I’m Vivian.” I squeezed her hand gently and replied, “Pleasure to meet you, Vivian. I’m Gil.” Vivian smiled back and asked, “Where are you headed? Business or pleasure?” “I’m flying to Rome and then to Florence. On Business. And you?” I asked. “Oh!” Vivian exclaimed, “We’re on the same flight. I’m going to Rome also. All pleasure though. It’s a graduation present from my parents. I’m booked on an eight day tour. Never been to Italy. I am so excited!” Her face lit up like a ...
    fireworks display as she spoke. “It’s beautiful. I am sure you’ll have a great time, Vivian,” I replied. I admired her young, early twenties, body. She was dressed in blue jean shorts and an oversized, white t-shirt tucked neatly in to her shorts. She had slim waist and hips. The flare of her hips was barely noticeable. Her breasts were smallish. I couldn’t quite make out their size and shape through the baggy t-shirt. And cute, she was incredibly cute. Big, brown eyes, slightly pinched up nose, and a sexy smile. “Gil. Is That French?” Vivian asked me with a smirk on her face. I chuckled and replied, “I’m Italian. It’s short for Gilberto.” “Mmmm, I do like the sound of Gilberto, spoken in an Italian accent. Very sexy,” Vivian giggled. “Say something else in Italian for me, Gil,” she coyly smiled as she asked the question. I glared at her and softly growled, “ Voglio veder’ti spogliare, e inginocchiarsi davanti a me.” Vivian moaned, “Ohhhhh, that sounded delicious. I can’t wait to be in Italy! What does that mean?” I grinned as I answered her question, “I want to watch you undress and kneel before me.” Her cheeks flushed and her eyes widened. An electric current flashed through pussy, causing her clit to tingle long after the current had disappeared. “Eh-hem, okay. I asked for that, I guess,” she nervously repied as she fidgeted with her long brown hair. I smiled and asked her, “You aren’t embarrassed by what I said, are you, Vivian?” She looked away from me and mumbled, ...
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