I smell our dinner before I even ring Giovanna’s doorbell. When she swings the door open to let me in, I look around with a fake nervous expression. “Oh, shit, did I take a wrong turn? Smells like I’m in Naples or something.”
“Napoli,” she responds with a grin and her familiar over-the-top Italian accent.
A few days ago, Giovanna invited me over for what she described as a “romantic dinner”. We’ve been dating for a few months now, since last Fall before the holidays, really just enjoying each other’s company through the winter and into the spring, having had quite a bit of fun watching shows on TV and going on outings compatible with our shared interests. I guess we were old-fashioned in the first few months, or maybe just not in a rush, or demonstrating that we weren’t trying to take advantage of each other, because we didn’t even have sex until April, almost six months after our first date.
When the sex came, though, it was exquisite! I have typically gone for petite, blonde, athletic women in the past, so Giovanna is quite a new experience. She has a little more meat on her, jet black hair, and is a statuesque five-foot-nine, coming to my height or maybe an inch taller when she wears heels. And her D cup tits are quite a bit more than the small handfuls I’d become accustomed to. I began to refer to her as my Buxom Bella, making her laugh, as I added my bit of humor to her ongoing joke about her sliver of Italian heritage.
She was named after a great-aunt; her grandfather and his siblings were half Italian, so she has paired that fraction with her name to make frequent silly comments about how Italian she is, rattling off Italian words and phrases (some made up but convincing) with an exaggerated accent. Her expressive bright blue eyes add to her self-deprecating humor.
Gio, as her friends (and I as her lover) call her, is very fun and active and vocal in bed, and wherever else we’ll get naked and have sex, like in the shower or on the couch. I have high hopes that our sexual exploration will extend to the kitchen, our cars, nature hikes, and even by her parents’ pool when we house-sit for them when they go on yet another cruise. Even though it took a while for us to have our first sexual experience, we are far from prudish, so, fingers crossed for new and exciting sexual escapades!
In the meantime, tonight is a fine Italian dinner, prepared by Gio herself, who is quite a good cook. Homemade lasagne and rustic bread will be paired with a nice Tuscan red wine, and, if I know her, candles for ambiance. Rather than her getting a store-bought tiramisu, I volunteered to bring my own homemade biscotti for a sweet finish.
The door barely clicks shut before our mouths are engaged in a hot kiss, tongues making our greeting just short of sloppy.
“Smells fucking awesome,” I tell her, my nose in the air.
“Well, my lasagne is fucking awesome. I told you that, right?”
She leads me into her house, guiding me just close enough to her kitchen counter to set my biscotti dish down on our way to her bedroom. Candles — I knew it. Her bedroom is aglow enough that she doesn’t need to flip on the light switch.
If Gio is offering, I’m not refusing. As her lips capture mine, she encircles me with her arms, one around my waist and the other around my neck, as if she’s turning me to back into her bed. I sit, bringing my face right to the height of her bountiful breasts.
Not that I’m complaining, but she pretty much accosted me as soon as I arrived, so this is my first good look at her. She’s wearing sandals and short cotton shorts, leaving her long and smooth legs exposed from ankles to ass. I can’t help but glide my hands over the soft skin, caressing her calves and hamstrings, allowing my fingers to drift up inside the hem of her shorts.
Gio pulls me forward, burying my face between her tits. They sway invitingly inside the silky material, a short-tailed shimmery top that’s more like a blouse than a casual around-the-house shirt, definitely more provocative than the tees and pullovers she usually wears.
One hand, then the other, travels up her ass and caresses her back. Her friskiness is evident, so I don’t hesitate to guide my fingers’ caress inside her top, gliding over nothing but warm, smooth, soft skin.
“Mmm, whatcha feeling for back there?” She smiles down at me.
“Umm, nothing, apparently.” No bra tonight. Yes, her nipples are starting to tent the fabric of her top into inviting points. Those three large buttons are the only things separating my face from her bare skin, But not for long. A few seconds later, the sleeves are draped over her bent arms as she feeds me those luscious naked tits.
Sucking and running my tongue over her stiffening buds, I run my hands back down, caressing her legs again before gripping the firm globes of her ass to pull her closer. She makes gasping and humming sounds as I feast on her tits. I’m sure her lasagne is something special, but the appetizer is out of this world.
“As much as I hate to ask, do we need to be tending to dinner?” I look up into her blue eyes as a curtain of thick dark silky hair hangs down around my face.
“It’s out of the oven. It needs to rest for…” she leans down and mashes her mouth into mine for an extended aggressive tongue kiss “… for a while.”
She steps out of her sandals and kneels in front of me. She unties and pulls off my shoes while I get my shirt off. She discards my socks while I undo my pants.
“Scoot back,” she tells me, standing. We both pull down on her shorts and panties, dragging them down her long legs, and then I lift up my ass to give her the clearance she needs to yank off my pants and boxers. For a fraction of a second, I’m disappointed that her mouth cruises past my dick without stopping for some oral attention, but I’d never turn down the pleasure of having her crawl on top of me and lay her naked body over of mine.
When her hand slides down and her fingers jiggle my sensitive balls, I realize this has happened so fast that my dick isn’t even completely hard yet. Giovanna must notice too, evidently considering my pliable pecker a problem to be solved, manipulating it into a solid stiffie in a minute or less. Our tongues swirl together as her lovely tits push into me and her soft hand glides up and down my hardening shaft.
Gio is squirming her naked body on her bed, her feet pushing the previously-dislodged comforter completely off onto the floor, while we masturbate each other. Without any lubrication, she knows to use a gentle touch to jack me off while she writhes against me. Her movements tell me she wants me to handle her more firmly, so I don’t hold back while tugging her pussy hair through my fingers, spreading her meaty labia, and pushing up to the first two knuckles into her slick and squishy vaginal opening.
“Do you like my new bedding?” She wiggles to and fro, on her back, tits and knees facing up as she rubs herself on her sheets.
“Very nice,” I reply. I have been so engaged with Gio’s nude body that I frankly haven’t noticed what’s under us. But now that I’m attuned, yes, the sheets are very smooth and silky soft. “Quite luxurious.” I squirm on my back too as I glide a palm over her tummy, hips, and thighs. “Almost as soft and silky and smooth as your lovely skin.” I try to keep my fingers in the warm, wet, furry crease between her thighs as we both continue to squirm. “But not as warm and damp.”
“Face down,” she tells me, removing her pussy from my fingers. I’d rather be face down on top of her, but I comply, my thighs and torso and now-raging boner settling into the cool, silky sheets.
“Mmm,” I hum as her hands slide up and down my back. She’s no trained masseuse by any means, but I always love the way she rubs my bare back. Especially topless when I can feel her naked tits graze my skin.
“Feels nice, huh?” She grabs my forearms and pushes them out to the sides and then back inward a few times.
“M-hmmm.”
“I mean the sheets.”
“Ah, yes, that too.”
Gio is straddling me now, her crotch right on my ass, fingers working into my muscles. “They were kind of expensive, but worth it I think. Can’t put a price on luxury.”
“You deserve to treat yourself, Giovanna.” I use all four syllables of her name when I want to emphasize my amorousness.
“They were just delivered today. I gave them a ride earlier. I couldn’t wait.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mmm, yeah. Sorry I started without you, but I couldn’t help myself. I was naked.”
“I’m sure you were.”
I feel the weight of her bare breasts on my back. Her voice is lower, softer, sultrier, and closer. “I pulled the top sheet over me, snuggled all in between.”
“Mmm, lucky sheets.”
“I pulled them,” she continues, slowly, whispering into my ear. “Between my breasts.”
Right where I’d like my face to be right now. Or my dick. “Ooo, lovely.”
“And…” She captures the shell of my ear with her plump, moist lips. “Between my legs.” Okay, there’s where I’d like my face, or my dick.
Oh, fuck, I am so turned on. This buxom brunette babe twisted up in her sheets, pleasuring herself, candles flickering, would be the perfect solo masturbation porn video. I concoct that scene in my mind while she is grinding her hips, her motions pressing my dick into her mattress, the smooth and silky sheet soft and slippery against my steely shaft. I almost apologize to her for the inevitable streaks of pre-cum that just may be staining her new purchase.
“Naughty girl,” I tell her. “Did you masturbate in your bed?”
“Maybe.”
“On your new sheets?”
“Yes,” she admits. “Do you want to?” I feel her adjust, sliding down so that her pussy is seated directly on my hamstring. The warm wetness and contrasting coarseness of her pubic hair give my horniness a jolt.
“I may not be able to control myself.”
“That was me earlier.” She grinds her pussy on my leg as I feel her hands grasp the cheeks of my ass, pushing down and forward. She’s wetting my skin with her arousal, the subtle friction of her clit evident with each backward slide.
“Oh, fuck, Giovanna.” I pump my hips, sliding my dick on the soft, smooth material.
“Yesss,” she hisses, whispering, leaning forward so that her face is in my neck and her tits are pressed into my lower back. “Fuck my bed.” She writhes on me, encouraging me. “Fuck my new satin sheets. Masturbate on them, Sebastian.”
This has got to be the hottest dirty talk that I’ve ever heard come out of Gio’s mouth. I’d rather be masturbating between those D-sized tits, the globes of soft flesh wrapped around my pulsing shaft, but I’m happy to indulge her instructions. I’m so fucking turned on that I willingly comply, my ass clenching with each forward thrust, no longer trying to minimize my movements. “I don’t blame you, babe, this feels amazing.”
“I think I’m going to write a five-star review.”
“PG rated?”
“No way. PG-13 at least. I wonder how much innuendo I can get away with.”
“Just skip the pictures.” I revel in the exquisite sensations of the cool, silky sheets under me, and the warm feminine body on top for a few minutes, moving my hips back and forth to get the sides of my dick, and the head, well acquainted with her new bedding. If I end up eating cold lasagne, this will still be the best dinner date ever.
“The sheets aren’t the only luxury,” Gio whispers, lips to my ear.
“Oh?”
“Pillowcases too. Part of the set.” I think I know where this is going.
“Tell me more.”
“I didn’t just rub myself with the sheets.”
“I can imagine.”
“Imagine… what?”
“Did you hump your pillow too?”
“M-hm, I couldn’t help it.”
“Lucky sheets, very lucky pillow!” I sure wish she was humping me right now. My mind recalls a few times as we prepared for her to ride my like a cowgirl, she straddled my hips and pumped her moistening slit along the length of my shaft, my hands busy trying to keep her tits in place. “Did you straddle it?”
“Both. One after the other, then one on top of the other for extra height.” Gio has moved up, straddling the small of my back, bumping her pussy into my skin, making me bounce. Oh, fuck, I’m gong to cum if she won’t let up on the steady rhythmic pressure.
“Head back? Titties bouncing?”
“Oh, yes, Sebastian, Some of that. Then, head down, pumping away.” She halfway climbs off me, grabs a pillow, and lodges it under my head. Masturbating on my ass cheek, she tells me, “Lift up.”
I prop myself up on my elbows, and Gio slides the pillow up under my face. I don’t know if it’s the shadows in the dim light, or if the pillowcase is discolored from wetness. “Mmm, is this the pillow you fucked?”
“I did both. I think this is the one I came on. Smell.” She playfully pushes my face into her pillow.
I inhale the intoxicating scent of female arousal. Not sure if I am imagining it, or the real-time scent of her juices glazing my ass is making its way up, but I get a face full of pussy smell. Burying my face in the soft pillow and the satiny smooth material that encases it, I breathe deeply, feeling Giovanna’s hips slide down to straddle my knees, tits heavy on my ass.
“Mmm, wow, Gio, it smells like you alright.”
“Like… me?”
“Mmm, yes.” I inhale slowly and deeply. “Giovanna.”
“What part of me, Sebastian?”
I take an exaggerated deep breath. “Like your pussy, Gio. Like your pussy.”
“Ooo, you like the way my pussy smells?”
“Oh, fuck, yes. Lucky pillow.” My nostrils fill with the scent of Gio’s pussy as I breathe deeply with my face right on the spot that’s definitely damp with her nectar. Oh, fuck, I’d love to be slurping up that pussy juice straight from the source right now, rather than getting a muted version second-hand.
“Does it make you hard?” she teases with an exaggerated inhale. “Smelling my pussy pillow?”
“I’m already so fucking hard!” I realize my hips are pumping. Again? Still? My dick is grinding into her bed as she masturbates on the back of my knee.
“Oh, yes, fuck my bed, Sebastian, fuck it.”
“Fuck, Gio, you’re going to make me cum if you don’t stop.” I’d rather cum balls-deep in her clenching vagina, but I’m starting not to mind how it’s going to happen.
She straddles both of my legs together, scooting up some so that she’s over my hamstrings again. I feel her damp pussy hair bump against my ass as she pumps her hips. And I swear I feel the steady, focused rubbing of the hard nub of her clit on my leg. “Fuck it harder. Fuck my silky satin sheets.”
Does she really want me to cum? “I’m going to make a mess, I warn you.”
“Mmm, go ahead, make a mess.” She drags her heavy tits back and forth against my back, swaying side to side. I can feel her stiff nipples rake over my skin.
Now there’s the sensation of Gio’s lips and tongue on my shoulder. She gives me wet, slurping kisses, wetting my neck and ears, breathing hotly. She fucking knows this turns me on. My pelvis pumps harder, stronger, faster, as I clutch her fragrant pillow to my chest. She reaches her hands around and grabs my chest, working my nipples with her palms and fingers. I love doing this to her when I fuck her from behind, and now I’m getting the same treatment. Her lips and tongue drag across my ear and neck as I fuck her bed, angling my head down into the pussy-pillow that’s being crushed under my chest.
“Oh, fuck, Giovanna!” I feel my orgasm building as my tightened balls and granite-hard shaft plow into her mattress, the lovely smooth sheets surprisingly frictionless. “You’re going to make me cum.”
“Yes, Sebastian,” she purrs directly into my ear. She’s gyrating, caressing my skin from ass to neck with her bare thighs, crotch, tummy, breasts, and mouth.
“Fuck…” she hisses.
A kiss on my earlobe.
“My…”
Her tongue inside my ear.
“Satin…”
A play bite.
“Sheets.”
I feel a long, wet lick up my neck, ending with her sucking on my earlobe. How I’d love that wet mouth, saliva-saturated lips and tongue, to be licking and sucking on my cock right now, but evidently that will have to wait. Her hips are pumping vigorously, scrubbing my ass with her pussy hair, stimulating her clit.
I lose it. I roar into Gio’s pussy-scented pillow, my gasping and groaning accompanying my release. All the cum that’s been churning in my balls for the last few minutes comes gushing out in a series of powerful spurts. My legs tremble as my core clenches, wetting the sheet under me with my powerful jets of jizz. I thrust my hips forward, almost lunging, pumping the entire length of my spewing cock into her bed. “Oh, fuck, Gio, I’m cumming!” I turn my head just enough to the words are only slightly muffled.
“I know.” She laughs into my neck and ear, tits jiggling between my shoulder blades. “I can feel it.” She sits up, most of her weight settling on me, ass on mine, pumping her hips to keep my crotch pressed into the bed.
She finally plops to the side, giggling or sighing or something. I peel myself away from her sheet, turning on my side to face her, my sticky mess having glazed the skin of my stomach and matted my pubic hair.
“Oh, shit, that’s a lot!” Gio dabs her fingers in the wetness as we take in the sight of splotches and streaks of my semen having ruined her bed.
“I would apologize, but, you kind of made me do it.” I scoot closer to her to kiss her and fondle those amazing tits.
“Sure did.” Her smile is a proud one, almost like she just jerked off her high school boyfriend for the first time. She opens her mouth to feed me her tongue, obviously not as spent as I am after our sex play. Her fingers wrap around my deflating cock, wiping up the slimy cum that continues to ooze from the tip and using it as lubricant to make the shaft smooth and slick while she tugs on it.
For a minute or two of post-nut makeout session, my hands are full of tits, my mouth is full of tongue, and her hand is full of my messy dick and balls. “Now that I got that out of you,” Gio says as she squeezes, “you’ll be able to last a good long time for round two later. Let’s clean ourselves up before we eat. Hungry for lasagne?”
“Um, yeah. You could say I worked up an appetite.” My eyes stay glued to Giovanna as she climbs off the bed, her ass jiggling as her long legs carry her toward the bathroom. “This ‘round two’… will that be with you, or with your satiny sheets again?”
She stops, turns, and winks. “We can fuck in the wet spot after dinner.”
“I’d be honored,” I reply, admiring her full frontal nudity in the flickering candlelight as she leans against the door frame. My ass and the back of my thigh stick to her sheet as I sit up, a result of being smeared with her girl-cum. I figure she got herself off, too, as I messed her bed with my ejaculate.
“We can wash the sheets tomorrow. You’re spending the night.”
I didn’t bring a change of clothes or a toothbrush, of course, not expecting to stay. But I’m sure things will work out.
