Lesbian Euro MILF (First Time Older Woman Younger Woman Romance) by Laura Lovelace Page A

to get them back together, somehow forgetting how to tie them.

    While I tried desperately to get some semblance of a knot going, a pair of heels clacked against the floor in front of me. I looked at them, then my eyes slowly moved up the legs they belonged to, a pair of perfect, smooth brown calves gave way to the bottom of a white dress. I swallowed hard then stood up to face the woman.

    My eyes were drawn for a moment to the card the man was holding which for some reason had my name on it, but before I had a chance to process that my eyes darted back and were trapped by the perfect cleavage between her large breasts.

    “Hello,” she said in an Italian accent.

    I managed to look her in the eyes and was immediately stuck by how beautiful they were. Almost hypnotic. I looked back over at the man and his sign, before coming back to her doing my best to not stare at her tits. I felt my nipples starting to harden. “That’s my name,” I said.

    “You’re Lacey?”

    I nodded, trying to think unsexy thoughts, not wanting to embarrass myself in front of the very first Italian woman I met.

    “Oh wonderful. It’s such a nice American name,” she said, her face lighting up. ‘I’m Isabella!” She lunged forward before I had a chance to react, hugging me, and burying my face in her bosom.

    All hope I had of not becoming aroused left as my nose slipped between this sexy woman’s tits. They were so warm and full. “Hi,” I managed to say, pulling away.

    She put her hands on my shoulders, her full, beautiful lips spread wide into a smile, and kissed one of my cheeks then the other. I could feel the moisture from her mouth still on my skin and my pussy was starting to become wet.

    “I am so excited you are here,” she said slowly, trying to make sure she said the words correctly.

    “Me too,” I said and tried to smile and figure out what to say, but nothing came to me, so I just kept smiling and covering myself.

    She looked down at the bag I was holding. “Let my driver help you with that.” Her reached his hand out to try to take it but I pulled away just before he could grab it.

    “No, I got it.” Then I was worried I’d been too rude and I quickly added, “But, thank you very much for offering.”

    “Okay, well my car is parked outside. Let’s head back to the house.”

    Her “car” was actually a really nice limo. She didn’t say anything about it and I thought it might be rude to ask so I tried to just enjoy it. I was able to make a little small talk sitting right next to her in the back seat during the ride back to the house. The initial shock of having an actual MILF as my host mother started to wear off and I became a little more comfortable. The Italian country-side was green, and the rolling hills covered in olive trees gave way to the blue sea beyond. It was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen.

    Their house was high up on a cliff, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea, and it was by far the biggest house I’d ever seen. While the driver collected my bags I followed her inside, stealing glances at her curvy backside, noting the lack of a panty line.  

    “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, “but the rest of the family is on vacation for two-weeks. It’s just us.”

    I smiled at her. “Just us and the driver?” He had disappeared into the house somewhere with my suitcase.

    “He lives in the servants quarters with the rest of the help. They don’t come here unless I call for them.”

    That was an unexpected development. I was going to be spending the next two weeks alone with this sexy, rich, Italian woman. Things were looking up already.

    “You can have my son’s room until he gets back, then we’ll figure something else out.” She led me to his room. It was simple but clean. The walls were covered with pictures of soccer players, and there was a bed, a desk and a window looking out to the sea.

    “It’s perfect,” I said, finding my bag was already there