The flight was short and gave me little time to contemplate what I was about to do. I clear customs quickly and find myself waiting for my lingerie packed case. I had travelled in a maxi dress and sandals, but neatly wrap a shawl around my shoulders before nipping into the bathroom to touch up my make-up. I add a flick of mascara to my already long black eyelashes, line my brown eyes with khol and apply a shimmer of strawberry lipbalm to my naturally rose coloured lips. I run a hand through my mahogany curls and let them settle gently around my face. I practise a smile and feel nerves twinge through me.
I enter the arrivals lounge and keep walking with the tide of people from my flight as Italian voices call out. I glance around and as I cannot see Doug, I begin to panic- then a gentle hand touches my shoulder and I turn to see Doug smiling down at me. He is 6'4" with thick brown hair, hazel eyes and a handsome smile. He towers above my 5'2" frame and I suddenly feel very small indeed.
"Hello Mel," Doug's voice is soft and warm in his eloquent British accent.
"Hi Doug," I squeak as I find myself speechless with nerves. Doug leans down and kisses me on both cheeks. His cologne is soft and sensual as it fills my nose and I recognize it to be of designer make. His tailored cream trousers are held by a smartly polished chestnut belt with his pinstriped cornflower shirt unbuttoned to show his tanned chest. I fumble in returning his kiss and blush like the college girl I am. Doug takes my case without saying a word, I smile and mumble thanks. Doug and I walk to his classic car as he asks me about the flight and my travel to the airport.
We chat companionably in the car as we make the hour long drive to his Tuscan villa. The lush hillsides roll by as we drive and I am unable to believe that I am actually here with Doug, the older gentleman who took a shine to me when we met in a hotel bar in London last year. Doug indicates his villa as we drive and a short ten minutes later, we pull up outside. Doug takes my case and offers me his arm as we walk up to the villa he has renovated beautifully. Inside, low leather couches fill the lounge with elegant furnishings. It's late afternoom and I feel sticky from the flight amongst other factors. Doug leads me to the guest bedroom and I appreciate the thought though we will inevitably sleep in his room.
"Can I take a shower please?"
Doug chuckles, "Of course, the towels are in the bathroom and the bathroom is here." Doug shows me through to the ensuite. I see a basket of newly purchased designer beauty products, lotion, body wash, face creams and other pretty pampering things. There are hair products also and I feel touched by the gesture.
"Thank you," My throat constricts with the threat of emotion and I tiptoe to kiss his cheek.
Doug smiles, "Take as long as you like." I strip down to my white cotton panties and plain lace bra. I am a size 8. Petite with feminine curves and a 32E cup size. I feel sticky and slowly strip tease my underwear down as I imagine performing for Doug. I sway my hips and turn to wiggle my bum at the mirror. Watching in the mirror, I cup my tits in both hands and jiggle them as I squeeze them in a slow circular motion. My coffee coloured nipples begin to harden as I play with my boobs and I giggle. If only Doug could see me now. He would be so aroused! He loves my caramel skin and smile. I wonder how he would love my dripping wet cunt and perky puppies.
I pause as a creak of a floorboard sounds from outside the bedroom. I notice the flicker of a shadow and wonder if he is watching me. The idea makes me wet my gusset and I shiver with arousal. I unhook my bra as I roll my hips and slowly tease my straps down my shoulders before flinging my bra onto the bed. My tits bounce free and swing as I dance around like a burlesque girl. I roll my hips and start to slide my panties down my thighs. Leaving them halfway down. I caress my buttocks and pinch them, moaning lightly as I imagine Doug touching me.
I wonder if I hear a man breathing heavily and hope he is watching. I drop my panties and look at my puffy lips with my neatly shaved pussy. I slowly move to a crouch and part my legs to reveal my nectar coated flower. I flick my bean and glide my finger down my slit as I watch myself masturbate in the mirror. The heavy breathing of a man beating his meat is audible and over my shoulder I see the shadow of Doug standing in the doorway. I move back to sit on my heels to touch myself as I begin to moan breathily.
I play with myself as I imagine Doug playing with his dick. I feel wetness coat my fingers and I push a finger inside my sweet hole. I gasp and finger myself frantically as I swear and moan Doug's name aloud. His breathing grows ragged and the sound of him getting more heated in his arousal, brings me closer to the brink of bliss- I stop myself and quickly suck clean my fingers. Stepping into the shower, I wash my stickiness away before drying off. I slip on a lilac lace bra and brazilian knickers before pulling on a purple jersey dress which highlights my curves with bell sleeves and a low scoop neck showing modest cleavage. I twist my hair back into a braid and go to the lounge.
"Yes thankyou," I pause, "Enjoy the show?"
I look at Doug who smiles unashamedly as he nods to his developing hard-on partially concealed in his lap, "Very much and eager for another tonight."
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