I jogged alongside the sprawling vineyard bursting with fat purple grapes. Dust puffed up from beneath my trainers and sweat trickled down my brow. It was going to be another hot, dry day in Tuscany.
When I reached the end of the track I took a left and was glad of the shade of a row of pointed pine trees for the last steep incline up to the villa I’d booked for the week.
Samantha waited for me there and with each fast, hard pace I grew nearer to her. We were having the week of my dreams—no one to interrupt us, a bathroom as big as a spa, huge bed, and food and wine to die for.
I drew up alongside the stonewall that led to the back door, placed my hands on my hips and bent over to catch my breath. My body felt alive, strong and vibrant, and as usual my mind went to thoughts of fucking.
Where could we fuck today? How should we fuck? What new kinky delights could we indulge in? This week of hot naked fun was just the antidote to our stressful jobs we needed and I didn’t want it to end.
The sound of soft, sweet music filtered toward me along with the sound of bird song and I turned to the small bathroom window that was open a crack. Samantha must be bathing.
I stepped up to it and peered inside.
My heart rate, which had slowed a fraction, picked straight back up.
Samantha stood naked beside a long wooden bench, her perfect skin glistening with body oil as she massaged it into her flesh.
Instantly my cock twitched. Her round pert tits were the stuff of fantasies—her nipples large, dark, and so damn responsive. And her long limbs, they wrapped around me so tightly, hugging me when she came beneath me.
“Ah fuck,” I muttered. A thrill clutched me....
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Thank you, Lily. So good for each to be pleasured throughout. I wish more men could see things from this perspective.