Lesbian Euro MILF (First Time Older Woman Younger Woman Romance) by Laura Lovelace Page B
Authors: Laura Lovelace
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on the bed. “Really, this is amazing. Thank you so much for having me.” I wanted to hug her again, partly to show my appreciation but also to feel those large, soft breasts against my face. I resisted because it seemed a little creepy and I didn’t want to creep her out as soon as I got here.
She put her hand on my head, ruffling my hair, then ran her fingers down my cheek, her long finger nails dragging lightly across the skin. “You’re a good girl,” she said. “I think you’ll really like it here in Italy.”
“I know I will.”
Later, she cooked me a huge Italian dinner but I could barely keep my eyes open during it. I tried to eat as much as I could because I didn’t want to offend her but I kept nodding off. Finally, I told her I had to go to sleep. I think I passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow, because normally I would have masturbated before going to sleep.
Chapter 2
When I woke, it was still dark outside. The window was open and a warm sea breeze floated in, bringing the smell of salt water and the sound of waves crashing against the cliff below.
Wow. I couldn’t believe I was finally here. I’d been dreaming about this for several months and here I was. Isabella came back to my mind again. I also couldn’t believe how hot she was. Maybe the sexiest woman I’d ever met. My pussy was moist at the thought of her and I reached down, circling my engorged clit, thinking about her beautiful breasts and curvy ass in that white dress.
I started to slip my fingers slowly inside my moistening lips, imagining what she would look like naked, enjoying the soft noise of the sea, when a new sound came to my ears. Something faint, but unmistakable. It was the sound of a woman moaning. I stopped masturbating and concentrated, trying to figure out where it was coming from. The noise from outside made it hard to hear so I got up and carefully shut the window, then trained my ears on the sound, louder now. It was definitely coming from somewhere in the house.
I quietly went to the door of my room, and opened it. The moaning got louder as I did. Pushing the door open slowly, I winced at the creaking sound it made and froze, not wanting to disturb Isabella. If it was her making the noise I definitely didn’t want to disturb her, if for no other reason than I wanted to continue listening.
I took a deep breath and steeled myself then pushed the door open quickly like ripping a bandaid off. The squeak wasn’t that bad, and the moaning continued. Taking a step with my barefoot out into the hallway, I was suddenly reminded that I was only wearing a pair of panties and no t-shirt, my hard nipples exposed to the cool air. If she saw me out here like this it would be beyond embarrassing.
My heart pounded against my neck and I considered turning around, getting safely back in bed where I could finger myself and maybe pass out again. But her moaning drew me forward like a moth to the fire. I didn’t come all the way to Italy to pass up opportunities like this.
I could now hear a slight buzzing noise accompanying the furtive moans. She must be masturbating with a vibrator. If I could get outside her room and listen without her noticing me I should do it. This was the closest I’d ever been to a woman that was going to orgasm.
Her room was down the hall from mine and in the dim light I could see her door was open. Worst case scenario I could just say I got up to use the bathroom. There was nothing wrong with that. Except for maybe the fact that I wasn’t wearing a shirt and my panties were soaked from my own arousal.
I laid my palm flat against the wall and slowly walked towards the moaning, very much conscious of the sound of my heart beating. It was going so loud and fast I thought there was a chance she might hear it. No, that was silly. Gathering my courage, I slipped down the hall, determined to get closer to that angelic sound that pulled me forward.
I came to her doorway, and slowly,
She put her hand on my head, ruffling my hair, then ran her fingers down my cheek, her long finger nails dragging lightly across the skin. “You’re a good girl,” she said. “I think you’ll really like it here in Italy.”
“I know I will.”
Later, she cooked me a huge Italian dinner but I could barely keep my eyes open during it. I tried to eat as much as I could because I didn’t want to offend her but I kept nodding off. Finally, I told her I had to go to sleep. I think I passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow, because normally I would have masturbated before going to sleep.
Chapter 2
When I woke, it was still dark outside. The window was open and a warm sea breeze floated in, bringing the smell of salt water and the sound of waves crashing against the cliff below.
Wow. I couldn’t believe I was finally here. I’d been dreaming about this for several months and here I was. Isabella came back to my mind again. I also couldn’t believe how hot she was. Maybe the sexiest woman I’d ever met. My pussy was moist at the thought of her and I reached down, circling my engorged clit, thinking about her beautiful breasts and curvy ass in that white dress.
I started to slip my fingers slowly inside my moistening lips, imagining what she would look like naked, enjoying the soft noise of the sea, when a new sound came to my ears. Something faint, but unmistakable. It was the sound of a woman moaning. I stopped masturbating and concentrated, trying to figure out where it was coming from. The noise from outside made it hard to hear so I got up and carefully shut the window, then trained my ears on the sound, louder now. It was definitely coming from somewhere in the house.
I quietly went to the door of my room, and opened it. The moaning got louder as I did. Pushing the door open slowly, I winced at the creaking sound it made and froze, not wanting to disturb Isabella. If it was her making the noise I definitely didn’t want to disturb her, if for no other reason than I wanted to continue listening.
I took a deep breath and steeled myself then pushed the door open quickly like ripping a bandaid off. The squeak wasn’t that bad, and the moaning continued. Taking a step with my barefoot out into the hallway, I was suddenly reminded that I was only wearing a pair of panties and no t-shirt, my hard nipples exposed to the cool air. If she saw me out here like this it would be beyond embarrassing.
My heart pounded against my neck and I considered turning around, getting safely back in bed where I could finger myself and maybe pass out again. But her moaning drew me forward like a moth to the fire. I didn’t come all the way to Italy to pass up opportunities like this.
I could now hear a slight buzzing noise accompanying the furtive moans. She must be masturbating with a vibrator. If I could get outside her room and listen without her noticing me I should do it. This was the closest I’d ever been to a woman that was going to orgasm.
Her room was down the hall from mine and in the dim light I could see her door was open. Worst case scenario I could just say I got up to use the bathroom. There was nothing wrong with that. Except for maybe the fact that I wasn’t wearing a shirt and my panties were soaked from my own arousal.
I laid my palm flat against the wall and slowly walked towards the moaning, very much conscious of the sound of my heart beating. It was going so loud and fast I thought there was a chance she might hear it. No, that was silly. Gathering my courage, I slipped down the hall, determined to get closer to that angelic sound that pulled me forward.
I came to her doorway, and slowly,
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