Before

I decided to make the most of my time alone when on a solo trip to Italy. On a whim, I decided to go to a pub - I got a beer, settled in, and got comfy. Soon, I noticed a handsome man enter. When our eyes met, I felt myself get wet, I felt myself melt into his eyes. I knew if we spoke, I would be thinking about sleeping with him... I knew if he came over to talk to me I would become weak at the knees.

Relaxing into my seat, I got my book out, preparing to enjoy the atmosphere.

"Mind if I join you?" the handsome stranger asked.

My mind span. I looked him up and down - licking my lips involuntarily. I suddenly began to drink him up - becoming very nervous. He looked like a chiselled tanned God, with thick curls winding from all angles.

I stammered through a fumbled response - but he thought it was charming. We exchanged numbers and made plans to meet the next day. He wanted to take me out and show me a good time whilst I visited...and I wasn't about to say no.

The day of

On the morning of our date, I was so excited to meet up with him, that I knew I had to get some of this excitement out of my system beforehand. The hotel I was staying in had a powerful shower head, which I came to find let me cum hard with it pressed against me and I rode it. I admit, I lost track of time in that shower - but who can blame me? I wanted to behave on this date...or at least pretend that I could. In the end, my fun in the shower meant that I was running a bit late to meet him...whoops.

After putting on my matching, slutty lingerie and cute outfit, I left, full of adrenaline and anticipation. Was I about to make a big mistake? Was I about to be in danger? Is this a bad idea? I pushed these thoughts to the back of my mind and met up at the station.

We travelled to a canal, went to a bar, and drank some wine. The laughter was flowing and we sat with our legs over the edge of the canal, his hands in mine. He asks if he can kiss me and when I say yes, kisses me hard, but tender and I know all at once that there is no 'if' in whether I will fuck him. I will. I pulled away from his kiss after minutes, feeling myself getting turned on and knowing how public we were. That thrilled me too, knowing how wet I was getting, and all he had done was kiss me. I knew I would be putty in his hands later.

"Hey, I live near here...shall I go make us some food?" he asked.

So, we walked to his flat. It overlooked the canal, it was quaint and cosy and full of art from the moment he stepped into it. He stood up, intending to walk to the kitchen to prepare food, but I kissed him hard and passionately. He kissed me back hard and pushed me against the sofa. The blinds were open, as well as the windows being open - we could hear the hustle and bustle outside clearly. He pulled my red dress up over my thighs, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs as he kissed my neck. I tried hard not to immediately thrust whilst his hands held my hips. He repositioned himself - putting his leg between mine, and rubbing me gently against his. I knew I wanted him to taste me and I wanted it to be heard by passersby. I sat up - pulling my dress up and over my head. He stood by the sofa, fully clothed, as I lowered myself back onto the sofa, now only in my panties. His eyes became hungry, I could see him sizing me up, wondering where to chew on first.

He chose my right nipple as he circled it tentatively with his tongue. I moaned, writhing into him. He moved to my left nipple - began toying with his fingers, pulling them hard - sucking on them delicately. I was practically purring as he looked over at me, his tongue flicking my hard nipples.

"Am I being too loud?" I asked between moans.

"Not...loud...enough," he whispered into my head, the hot breath making my cheeks blush and burn harder. I gulped hard and let myself lean into him. He stroked my arms, trailing them over my stomach. He would gently graze over my panties, one finger at a time. I'd feel my pussy pulse in anticipation of his touch.

"You have to ask me, baby. Use your words, tell me what you want."

"I want you to taste me, please."

He didn't need to be asked twice...sliding between my legs, he rested them on his shoulders. He kissed me over my panties, licking and teasing me. With his other hand, he rubbed up and down my chest. "I want you to taste me, Sir."

I could hear him groan as he pulled off my panties.

"Mmm, you're a good girl, look at how wet you are." He said, as he dipped his fingers into my throbbing pussy. "Mmm, do you like being told you're a good girl?"

I moaned as he sped his fingers up as they rubbed against me.

"Use your words, baby."

I throbbed against his hand as he held me against him on the sofa. He stopped touching me as he waited for a response, a mischievous look on his face.

"Yes sir, I like it when you tell me I'm a good girl."

That response was enough for him to speed up, I writhed and moaned, refusing to hold back now that he had given me the go-ahead.

Letting me recover for a moment after making me cum on his tongue, he took his belt off and slid his cock out. He started rubbing his hard cock.

"This is all yours, baby."

I sat up on my knees. He caressed my nipples and pulled them gently. With his other hand, he held my hair back as I kissed the sharp line of his pelvis. He was so beautiful, I licked him everywhere. I teased him before I put his hard cock in my mouth. I looked up at him, I slid down his cock, spitting down it. I let myself gag on his cock, licking him, slurping him, enjoying him.

He moaned for me, whispering that I was such a good girl, which only made me want to suck his cock more. I love sucking cock, something about making a man lose complete control for me as he whimpers...mmm.

"I'm gonna cum, baby."

My pussy throbbed. I moaned with his cock against my tongue, my mouth filling with his hot cum. I felt like such a good girl getting a good reward. I kept kissing his still-sensitive cock after he'd cum, feeling him twitch against me.

This is just part 1, but if anyone enjoys this - I'll add more hehe