When I was sure I wasn’t going to hyperventilate, and had calmed down enough to realize that Isabella probably hadn’t seen or heard me, my face cracked into a huge grin that then turned into stifled laughter as I held my sweat-covered palm over my mouth.
That was an intense start to the summer. But, not an altogether bad one. If you ignored the part about almost getting caught peeping on my host Mother, it was a very promising beginning to what I had come to think of as my summer of sex. After all, it was the very first time I’d come near a naked woman. And, she’d orgasmed at nearly the same exact time as me. How many young virgin lesbians could say that?
I opened the window and laid down on the bed fantasizing about Isabella’s naked body until the sun came up.
My stomach rumbled and I was starving by that time. I couldn’t wait any longer to eat so I found a clean pair of panties, and a tight, white t-shirt in my suitcase and crept back down the hall. Isabella’s door was still open and I felt the area on the floor where I’d dripped my juices. It was mostly smooth but there were a few rough areas and it wouldn’t hurt to take a wet cloth to it later. I’d do that as soon as I got the chance, I decided.
I could hear the rhythmic sound of deep breaths a person makes when they sleep so I looked inside and saw her laying there naked on top of her purple, silk sheets, even more beautiful now that the sun was up and lighting the room. My nipples immediately stiffened and I briefly considered taking care of myself again in her doorway but it really wasn’t a good idea to make a habit of that. If she found out it would be bad and I felt a little guilty about doing it even that one time. This woman let me into her home, trusted me, prepared food for me like I was one of her family, and I repaid her by fingering myself outside her room.
I shook my head and moved on into the kitchen to find some food, and try to forget about what I’d done. My arousal subsided as I looked through the cabinets for something eat. There was nothing that really looked like breakfast food. Definitely no cereal. Lots and lots of pasta though. Maybe they ate pasta for breakfast. It made sense in a way. Italians were known for their pasta so maybe they had some kind of breakfast noodles.
I looked in the fridge and when I didn’t find any eggs I decided I would just make some spaghetti. I was in Italy, after all. When in Rome and all that jazz. How hard could it be anyway? All you had to do was boil some water. I opened all the cabinets, careful to be quiet and not to wake Isabella because I didn’t especially want to face her yet. She would probably be able to see the shame on my face.
I found a good-sized pot and filled it to the very top with water. It was so full that water splashed out on to the floor as I moved it to the stove. But I managed to get it up there finally and to turn the stove on. The water showed no signs of boiling and I remembered hearing somewhere that it wouldn’t boil if you watched it so I found a rag and knelt down to clean up the water I spilled, thinking I could go wipe the last bit of evidence off the wall after, when a hand on my shoulder made me jump up and whirl around.
Isabella was standing there in the kitchen, a sleepy look on her face, smiling at me. “Good morning, Lacey. Did I scare you?”
I realized I was holding the towel up with my fist clenched so tightly around it the knuckles turned white. Giving her a forced smile, I lowered the towel and tried to act casual. “No, you just startled me. I didn’t know you were there. I didn’t wake you did I?”
It was then that I noticed what she was wearing. I use the term wearing loosely because you could hardly classify what she was wearing as clothes; clothes tended to actually cover your body. The thing she had on was completely see-through. It was like a short gown that barely hung below her ass and it was made of a thin red material. I could clearly see her large breasts, and dark nipples through it as well as her neatly trimmed bush.
I immediately looked away but the damage had been done. My nipples, with a mind of their own, started to harden and I suddenly regretted my own poor choice of clothes. Why on earth I had thought it was a good idea to walk around this woman’s house in nothing but a pair of panties and white t-shirt was beyond me. My nipples were at full force and I had nothing to cover them with so I just swallowed the heavy knot in my throat and tried to smile at her, hoping I could sway her attention from my chest with confidence alone.
But that wasn’t to be.
Her eyes immediately went to the shameful display of hormones and desire under my shirt. My face burned with embarrassment and I wanted to run but it was like my legs were frozen in place. I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t even turn from her and hide in shame as she walked towards me, still looking at my breasts.
“What’s the matter,” she said, “are you nervous?” Coming closer still.
I couldn’t help but look at her perfect breasts swaying back and forth beneath the sheer material. I wasn’t used to seeing another woman’s boobs unencumbered by a bra and the fluid motion with which they moved seemed to hypnotize me.
She stopped right in front of me and it took all my will power to look her in the eye. Her sweet smile helped to relax me a little and I felt a small bit of tension leave my shoulders.
She said, “You don’t mind if I dress this way do you? In Europe, nudity and sexuality are completely normal for us. You understand? I know that Americans can be uncomfortable with it so you’ll tell me if it’s a problem won’t you?”
I quickly nodded, not wanting to give her any reason to put on clothes. This was like every exchange students wet dream come true and I wasn’t going to fuck it up, embarrassment or not.
“Good,” she said, looking down at my breasts. “It doesn’t seem to bother you.” She grinned.
It was too much. I covered my chest and looked away, too embarrassed to meet her dark, seductive eyes. The shame of masturbating outside her room crept back into my thoughts.
“Hey, Lacey. It’s not a problem,” she said. “We’re family here. I’ll take care of you like a Mama, okay?”
I still couldn’t look at her.
Then she took me in her arms, burying my face in her chest once again. The smooth skin was warm and smelled of lotion.
I sighed and wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her to me, letting her take me in her motherly embrace. My hard nipples pressed uncomfortably against her breasts and my pussy was so warm and moist. She had to feel it. There was no way she could miss it. I tried to pull my hips back away, but she moved a hand down my back to just above my waist and pulled me closer. Now my pussy pressed against her leg. Holy shit! This was the closest my virgin sex had come to a woman and I could feel it throbbing against her.
Finally, she kissed me on the corner of the mouth, smiling, and moved around the kitchen, preparing breakfast in her see-through nighty like there wasn’t anything odd about it at all. She laughed when I told her what the boiling pot of water was for.
After breakfast I excused myself and hurried to my room, closing the door, before I furiously abused my cunt, thinking about Isabella’s body and imagining what it would be like to slip my fingers inside her wet Italian pussy. That lasted only about ten seconds before gushes of orgasm exploded all over the clean sheets and I collapsed down into the bed, careful to avoid the second mess I’d made that day.
Chapter 3
School was going well. My classmates were an eclectic bunch from all over. Mostly Europeans. I’d been invited to go hang out after school with some of them but so far I’d declined giving a lame excuse about needing to study, but at that point I didn’t really care if they thought I was lame or not. All my energy was wrapped up in Isabella. I would hurry home after school everyday, nearly running, and my pussy would be wet before I was even in the front door.
We would take long walks in the country side, or listen to Italian tenors which she apparently loved by the way, and then she would cook for me. God, that woman could really cook. And it was a good match because I could really eat. I was eating more than I ever had and she seemed to enjoy having someone to feed.
/> And when we were at the house she was always wearing some variation of the see-through nighty from the first day. It was magical. I started to get comfortable looking at her body. She didn’t mind at all; she actually enjoyed it. I knew that because she told me so. And there was no hint of weirdness with her about it either. It was so normal for her.
I’d also taken to just wearing panties and a bra around the house. It was so hot and there was no AC so it was only practical. But of course I loved showing her my toned body I’d worked so hard to get. And she’d smile when I would invariably get wet, a small patch showing in my panties, as I watched her move around the kitchen cooking food for us.
I came in the front door, my sex already drenched, and I threw my bag down then immediately started stripping my clothes off. “I’m home, Isabella,” I called out.
Down to my underwear, I moved from room to room looking for her but she wasn’t anywhere. Maybe she went to the market.
No problem. I could just masturbate real fast so I wouldn’t be so horny around her. That was one of the tactics I’d been using since I’d been here. Actually, I was masturbating more than I ever had in my life. I went to my room and sat at the desk, then started searching for lesbian MILF porn. I found one with a brunette that looked a little like Isabella. The woman wasn’t as beautiful as her but who was.
The girl licking her pussy was young, and I stroked myself while I imagined she was me and the woman was Isabella. My panties were down around my ankles and I squeezed my aching breasts as I worked my clitoris. The woman was moaning loudly and I was close to coming.
“Lacey! What are you doing?”
Uh oh. I slammed the laptop lid shut and turned my head to find Isabella looking at me with her hands on her hips, a scowl on her face. “I’m sorry Isabella!” My face was turning red and I realized I still had my hand buried in my pussy. I pulled it out and tried to pull my panties up, saying, “I… I don’t know what I was thinking. I didn’t think you were here.”
She came towards me, her face softening some, and her eyes were trained on my bare pussy which I still hadn’t managed to cover.
I stood up from the chair so I could get my panties up, turning away from her to hide my shame.
“Lacey, look at me.”
I slowly turned to face her, but I couldn’t look her in the eye so I looked down at her feet.
“Hey,” she said, bringing her soft hand to my cheek.
It felt so comforting and I started to relax a little. I looked up at her then, those mysterious dark eyes making me feel less ashamed.
“Listen,” she said. “I don’t mind if you do this.” She pointed down at my pussy. “You are a healthy young woman and young women have needs. I know that, I’m a woman too. But why do you hide it from me?”
“I…” I didn’t know what to say.
“In this house we don’t sneak around doing naughty things.”
My thoughts went back to the first night when I’d spied on her masturbating. Did she know? How could she? Either way I felt bad. “I’m sorry,” I said.
“It’s okay. I don’t mind if you touch yourself, just don’t sneak around doing it, capisci? Now let me see you finish yourself.”
My pussy spasmed when she said that. “You want me to keep going?” I swallowed hard.
“Of course,” she said, sitting down on the bed. She was wearing a short blue dress and my eyes followed her legs as she slowly crossed them then leaned back onto her elbow looking at me.
I didn’t know what to do so I just did what came naturally. I reached into my panties and touched myself, slowly working my fingers in and out underneath the fabric as I stared at her long brown legs, too embarrassed to look her in the face.
“Don’t be shy, Lacey.” She uncrossed her legs and I caught a flash of her pink panties. “Take off your underwear. We’re family here. There’s no need to be embarrassed.”
I desperately wanted to please her, to do anything she wanted. I probably would have jumped out the window right then if she asked me. So, I slipped my panties down and stepped out of them, but covered myself with my hands.
“Come here, Lacey,” she said, sitting up now at the edge of the bed, her dress riding up to reveal more of her soft thighs. She rested one of her hands on her knee, then slowly ran one of her long fingernails up her leg until she came to the end of her dress, stopping her from going any farther.
I swallowed my pride and took my hands away, walking towards her. Blood was rushing around inside my body in all different directions, confused where it needed to be–my engorged labia and embarrassed face were fighting for it.
She looked right at my sex for what seemed like hours, almost entranced, then finally she looked up at me. “It so perfect, Lacey.”
“Umm… thank you.”
She laughed. “Now show me how you touch yourself.”
My cunt was begging for release so I didn’t object to stroking it even though I felt really awkward standing in front of her. I pressed my fingers against my clit and slowly circled it while I watched her watching me. It was actually a huge turn on and I felt my tummy starting to tighten already.
Her full lips parted and the tip of her pink tongue peaked out between them, followed closely by a faint moan. Then I watched in astonishment as she pulled her dress all the way up, spreading her legs wide, revealing a spot of moisture that had already formed in her pink underwear. “You don’t mind if I join you, do you Lacey?”
My eyes were fixed on her soaked panties and somehow I was able to gather enough brain power to shake my head no. Of course, I didn’t mind. My fingers moved faster over my swollen clitoris.
“You’re a good girl Lacey. Do you like seeing Mama touch herself?” She rubbed her index finger in a circle over the top of her panties.
I nodded my head, and slowed my hand, releasing my clitoris. I wanted to make this last as long as possible. If I came too soon maybe she would stop touching herself. It wasn’t a risk I wanted to take.
She took her other hand and slowly pulled her drenched pink underwear to the side revealing her glistening lips and closely cropped dark bush.
Sucking in sharply, I moved closer to her, wanting to get as close she would let me, to see her mysterious sex up close. I was so close I could smell her sweet scent and my swollen lips twitched in anticipation. Pressing my fingers inside myself, I fingered my pussy hard, unable to hold back any longer.
She slipped one of her long fingers deftly between her moist folds, then brought it out, the juices clearly visible on it, and started slowly rubbing the area near the top of her cunt, moaning loudly. I wanted to know everything about her, to touch her, to feel her, to taste her.
But right now I was lost in myself. My pussy tightened and I was on the verge of coming. I moaned and my legs weakened as the orgasm swept through my tense body, pulling all the tightness and nervousness right out of me.
She bit her lip, and I watched as she plunged two fingers deep inside her cunt while she quickly rubbed her clit, throwing her head back and screaming. Finally, she stopped and collapsed back on the bed, breathing hard, letting her soaked panties fall back into place, covering her pussy to my dismay.
I didn’t know what to do so I just stood there with cum dripping down my leg.
She looked up and smiled at me. “You made a mess Lacey.”
“I know, I’m sorry.”
She laughed. “I’m kidding, don’t be sorry. It’s only natural. Come here, lay on the bed.” She patted the bed next to her.
I laid next to her. God she smelled so amazing. It was intoxicating. I thought maybe I was starting to become addicted to it. Was that even possible?
She got up and pulled her dress down. “Wait there. I’ll be right back.”
I looked up at the ceiling and sighed deeply, listening to the waves outside the window, my body completely relaxed.
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