The Italian Affair

It was in the Italian city of Livorgio that Arabellas father had his annual
business trip; Arabella always tagged along to explore the new bits of Italy.
“Father? Do you mind if I go out?” She asked one bright morning.
“Not at all Arabella, just be back by six.”
At just the ripe age of 18, Arabella set out to find something new and
adventurous. In a pink pea coat and gray cloche hat, she began to wander the
orange cobblestone streets. She passed several small stores which sold anything
from antiques to packaged water. Dissatisfied with the small town findings,
Arabella eyed some of the houses across the street.
Her curiosity was pleasantly piqued at the sight of a lovely garden. The
garden was mostly lush roses, which sat behind a steel gate, and in front of
that, an Italian villa. The house had plenty of grandeur and beauty; grapevines
ran up its sides, its two stories were entirely made up of a beautiful
ivory-orange stucco, and spanish tile covered the roof. Although the house was
lovely, the one thing that stood out to her most was its size. The house really
wasn’t large at all; it’s two stories were very cute. It was like a grand
mansion shrunken down.
Excited, Arabella quickly began to approach the house, What’s the worst that
could happen? she thought, I’d just kindly be told to leave. Carefully eying the
courtyard and garden, Arabella unlatched the dark metal gate. Upon its empty
countenance, she stepped onto the smooth dark gray stone and beheld the lovely
roses. Feeling further intrigued, she bent down and began to smell them.
Peacefully going from flower to flower, Arabella did not see the lean man in
a white blouse and black corduroy pants watching her from a dark corner of the
courtyard.
“Are you enjoying my flowers?” he finally said. Shocked, Arabella looked back
and gasped. “Don’t be afraid, I’m not mad. I think more people should enjoy them
anyway.” Arabella just stared back, unsure of what to say.
He stepped forward into the light and eyed her curiously. The man was about
5’10, was lean (for his clothes draped over his thin body), had short buzz cut
blond hair, and large pink bull-like lips.
“Please excuse me for the intrusion, I’ll leave right away!” Arabella said as
she abruptly stood.
“You don’t have to leave so soon. I just made a fresh pot of tea and ciabatta.
You’re more than welcome to enjoy them with me. However, don’t feel obliged to
stay.”
With the man’s hands firmly tucked into his pockets, he didn’t look harmful
at all. “Well…it’s the least I could do for him…I mean, I was intruding on
his property, and he was so very nice about it,” Arabella thought.
“Um, sure,” Arabella said hesitantly with a blush.
“Great. I’ll set it up, please, come inside,” he smiled before turning
towards a lovely wooden door with an arched frame. She watched him enter the
house and began to follow.
She’d never been alone with a grown man who hadn’t been her father before;
and now, being alone with this man gave her great thrill. She’d seen the way men
and women kissed, she secretly desired it. She’d once even seen, out in a meadow
a few miles behind their house in the states, a man whipping a woman’s bare
buttocks. The woman’s buttocks had been red and swollen, and the man’s trousers
were down at his feet. Arabella remembered his penis, long and erect. It was the
first time she had ever seen a penis. She had continued to watch the couple
until they were fully engaged in intercourse.
She remembered how much she wanted it, the whipping, the sex, she was so
young, yet it was the only thing she could think about. Since then, late at
night, when her father was fast asleep, she would rub and finger her wet soft
womb, desiring what she’d seen every time.
Awakening from her trance, Arabellas hastily entered the house. It was warm
and sunny in the kitchen, the man was busy setting a small wooden table.
“Oh good! I thought you might have left!” he laughed as he pulled out a chair
for her. Blushing, she sat down. In front of her was a lovely porcelain tea cup
and saucer engraved with grapes. A bowl of bread and a plate of cheese sat in
the middle.
The man quickly returned from the stove and poured her a steaming cup of herb
tea. He poured himself a cup before taking his place across from her. The table
was so small that should could simply reach out and touch him. He began to cut
the cheese, finally Arabella got a good look at him.
He had large blue eyes, bushy blond eyebrows, long blond eyelashes, and light
freckling across the bridge of his nose and on his cheeks. She found him
remarkably handsome, which only made her more nervous.
He finally sat back and relaxed. He stared at her. Arabella felt her heart
begin to beat faster. Every second he stared at her, she could feel the sexual
tension rise within her. She wasn’t sure what it was, but his stare was very
seductive; she was feeling more and more uncomfortable until he finally spoke.

“So, how old are you?”
“Eighteen,” she replied, finally sipping her tea. It hadn’t been until now
that she noticed that he didn’t have an Italian accent. It was American like her
own. He took a large bite out of the bread and nodded looking off.
“What do you do for a living?” Arabella asked nervously. He swallowed his
bread and sat for a minute.
“Well…I worked in adult films.”
“You’re an actor!” Arabella concluded triumphantly.
“I was, but probably not the kind you’re thinking of,” he laughed as he
sipped his tea.
“Well then…what kind of film?” Arabella asked somewhat disappointed.
“Sex films,” he stated bluntly.
“Otherwise known as pornography, sweetheart.” Arabella didn’t know what to
say. Her loins were on fire and she was beginning to sweat.
“I decided to retire a few months ago. I had a miraculous run, made much more
money than expected. I soon grew tired of it though, thus…I decided to reside
here. In quiet peaceful Italian bliss. What are you doing here, I’ve never seen
you around before.”
“My dad’s here on a business trip; we visit every year,” she replied shakily.
Arabella had seen pornography tapes before; she’d accidentally stumbled across
them at a friend’s house. Her friend’s parents were gone and they were playing
in the master bedroom. They turned on the small television to find a woman
relentlessly humping a man; her large breasts slapping against his face. Her
cries of ecstasy and the sound of skin slapping on skin resonated for just a
moment. ‘Sorry!’ her friend had said embarrassed as she had quickly switched off
the TV. ‘Sometimes my parents watch porn.’ The girl reached for a case concealed
behind a vase of flowers and quickly tossed the disk set into a drawer. Arabella
had secretly wanted to see more.
She now couldn’t help but to imagine herself as the bare buttocked woman in
the field, with the blond ex-porn star the beholder of the whip. She also now
envisioned herself as the sex-crazed woman who was furiously humping her
seductive new blond friend.
Frozen in the gaze of his inquisitive eyes, Arabella felt invaded as he
seemed to read the sexual desires on her mind. He then leaned forward, his face
just inches from hers. She twitched in shock as his large fingers began to
gently trace her jawline.
“What is your name?” he asked as he intently examined her features.
“Arabella,” she replied in an anxious whisper. His eyes climbed over her neck
and chest before finally settling on her eyes.
“A very sweet name,” he breathed. “I’m Uri, and in case you’re wondering, I’m
31. Now, I don’t mean to be invasive, but Arabella darling, you’re very
provoking. With the way you’re looking at me, and with a face so appealing, I’d
find it hard to believe you a virgin. You’re not a virgin, are you, Arabella?”

Unable to speak, Arabella nodded the truth. “As pure as an angel,” he noted,
“Surely you wouldn’t mind if I corrupted you a little…”without having much of
a choice, and being unable to resist her innermost desires, Arabella held in
place as he clasped her face in his grasp, leaned in and locked his lips with
hers.
Butterflies began to seize her stomach and her throbbing pussy grew
increasingly wet. He gently pulled away, his eyes fixed with hers. He stood,
rounded the table and gracefully pulled out her chair. Nervous, Arabella
expectantly stood and turned to face him.
“You must be burning up…” Uri stated as his eyes roved over her thick pea
coat. Arabella gasped at the thought of taking her coat off. Underneath she wore
nothing more than a sheer white nightgown that barely passed her butt; she
hadn’t ever intended to take the coat off.
“Let me take your coat,” Uri said as his large bony fingers began to undo the
leather and wood catches of her coat. Arabella trembled as his nimble, quick
fingers reached the last of the clasps. When all were undone, he gently grasped
and spread her coat wide. Arabella was now sweating profusely, perspiration ran
down the side of her face and neck. She watched Uri’s eyes turn to molten liquid
sapphire; it was clear her skimpy attire was arousing him.
“What a dress…” he bemused aloud. Still grasping her coat, he quickly slid
the heavy material over her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Arabella
shyly looked away feeling pleasantly slutty.
“Dearest Arabella, darling of my summer, I will now present you two options.
The first is to leave, uninterrupted and completely unchanged. The second option
will be to follow me through that archway to my bed, where I will violate and
caress you as I so desire. What do you say, sweetheart?” He found her hand and
brought it to his lips to kiss.
“Which archway shall you choose, my lover?” He bemused as he began to step
towards the archway of his bedroom.
In all honesty, Arabella knew she would choose the archway to the bedroom.
Sex with Uri was alluring and inevitable. She was already at the moment finding
it difficult to keep from jumping on him at the very moment to pull his cock
from his trousers.

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