Carley
Chapter 6: Venice and Marja Again

Copyright© 2017 by Lance C

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6: Venice and Marja Again - Boy meets girl in a sexually open society.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Heterosexual   Mother   Brother   Sister   Group Sex   Interracial   Anal Sex   Cream Pie   Oral Sex  

On Wednesday morning, we checked out of the hotel and took a taxi to the train station. I had pre-paid tickets on the high-speed train to Venice. We had a private compartment, but the door was clear glass, so we couldn’t do any serious fooling around. The countryside zipped by and, as usual, I was amazed at the amount of farmland and just plain wilderness that covers large parts of northern Italy.

We pulled into the Santa Lucia train station on the Grand Canal in Venice. A water taxi took us to the Hotel San Cassiano not far away. The hotel was small and not especially luxurious, but it was quiet and I

liked the location. I’d booked a room on the top floor looking out over the Grand Canal.

When we went out for lunch, I was careful to point out the landmarks and signs the girls would need to find the hotel again. There are no wheeled vehicles in Venice. People get around by walking or taking the water busses called “vaporettos”. Most streets are only five to ten feet wide with four or five story buildings on both sides. The streets would be called “alleys” anywhere else in the world. The streets basically follow the S-shaped Grand Canal. It’s easy to get disoriented. GPS is useless, since the devices can almost never see enough sky to lock onto a satellite.

We ate in a very small café with a canal on one side and a plaza on the other. After lunch, Lora announced that she wanted to explore on her own. She walked off heading more-or-less east.

“She’ll be lost in ten minutes,” I told Carley. “It’s a small town, though. She’ll be okay.”

I bought Carley a gelato.

“Lora wants to go to the island of Murano tomorrow,” I said between bites. “Did she say anything to you about it?”

“Yes, she did. It sounds like fun. I like the chandelier in our room and it’s from Murano. It’s a cool style.”

“Okay, now I know you’re nuts! Murano glass is the ugliest shit in the world. Woof! Ugly, horrible, gaudy crap! You girls have fun. I’ll stay here and troll for pussy.”

“It’s not ugly, it’s lovely! The colors are fantastic! You have no taste at all!”

“Well, you’re not the first one to make that observation, but try to remember who I’m standing here with. If I have no taste, what am I doing with you?”

“Damned if I know. I just hope you don’t come to your senses.”

I stroked her cheek. “I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you.”

We wandered aimlessly, exploring the wonderful little town. Carley admired the old buildings and complained bitterly about the spray-painted graffiti covering every available wall. I hired a gondola and paid the gondolier an extra 40 Euro not to sing for us. The afternoon went quickly.

I called Lora’s cell phone and found out she was on a vaporetto not far away. We met her at the San Stae vaporetto stop and walked to a restaurant across the Grand Canal from the train station. We consumed 200 Euro worth of wine, seafood and pasta, then strolled around, stopping in shops and sipping various wines in the outdoor cafes. I bought two cases of a local red wine and arranged to have them shipped home.

We got back to the room about 10:30. We were all pretty tired. We got undressed, took our showers and hit the sack.

Carley and Lora left first thing the next morning for Murano. They were excited about their little adventure and I got no more than some kisses and hurried groping.

I bought breakfast and spent a couple of hours wandering around and taking pictures in the Cannaregio district north of the Grand Canal. Parts of that section of Venice are more residential than the tourist areas to the south. There are many street vendors, selling everything from produce to T-shirts. It’s actually possible to find a grocery store there.

I worked my way east and south to the Rialto Bridge and started across, toward the hotel. In the middle of the north side of the bridge, I spotted a familiar face.

“Marja, hello.”

She turned and her smile was just as I remembered it.

“Jack! What are you doing in Venice?”

“I’m here with Carley and my sister, Lora. They’ve never been here before.” I shook my head. “They insisted on seeing Murano. I’ve seen it too many times. I think the glass is ugly and the factories are boring. I’m on my own for the day. Where’s Juliette?”

“She went off with two local girls. I think she’s trying to teach me a lesson.” Marja smiled sadly. “She was very upset with me for giving you permission to put your penis inside me. When I spit your seed into the glass and showed it to her she thought I was insulting her. Well, I was taunting her. I admit that. I didn’t mean to insult her, though.”

“I’m sorry, Marja. I’m afraid I made it even worse. I was looking at her when I came. She saw the expression on my face. I was taunting her, too. I’m sorry if I caused more trouble for you.”

“It’s not your fault. It was my decision. Juliette will come back tonight, I think.”

Marja touched my hand. “And if she doesn’t, I won’t be alone. I have no trouble attracting new friends. You may have noticed.” She laughed. “I find my appearance to be an advantage in that regard.”

“Well, Marja, I’m sure I’m not the first person to tell you this, but you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Your face and your body are almost beyond belief.”

I gestured at the people around us. “Every man and woman in sight is jealous of me right now. They’re wondering how I know you and whether I’ve had sex with you.”

“And you have,” she said with another smile. “You certainly have!”

“Marja, may I buy you lunch? I’m getting hungry and there’s a nice restaurant right down the street.”

“Why, yes,” she said. “I’d like that.”

We walked a couple of blocks south-west. The restaurant had outside tables and we were seated. We each ordered a glass of wine, made our choices from the menu and ordered our entrees.

“Jack, I haven’t forgotten my promise to you. I told you that if we met again, I would allow you to spill inside me. How do you say, ‘cum’? I didn’t think we would ever see one other again, but now we have. I always keep my promises. I will keep this one.”

“Marja, thank you, but in the club you were very positive about not allowing a man to cum in your pussy. I don’t want you to do anything you’d find distasteful. I can’t tell you how much I’d love to have sex with you again, but I won’t hold you to your promise. As you said, you didn’t expect to see me again. Your promise was intended as a politeness and that’s the way I took it. I don’t want to take advantage of your kind nature.”

“You’re right, of course; I was being polite. But you should know that I meant what I said. You behaved as a gentleman should. Your offer today to, what’s the phrase, ‘let me off the hook, ‘ proves that you are a good person. Unless you tell me you don’t want me, I will keep my promise.”

“Oh, I want you all right. If you like, we can go to my hotel after we eat. We’ll have all the time we need for you to keep your promise.”

Marja held up her glass and I touched it with mine. “To promises,” she said.

“What’s life like in Finland?” I asked. “Tell me about yourself.”

It turned out that Marja’s great-grandfather had been in the timber business and her family had been wealthy for generations.

“My mother died when I was only two years old. My father hadn’t wanted children and didn’t pay much attention to me. I was raised by servants, mostly women. I was terribly spoiled. Growing up, I got

everything I wanted. Luxury was all I knew. Being rich, pampered and beautiful turned me into a horrible person.”

Marja sighed and took a bite of her pasta. “When I was eighteen, I fell in love with another woman. We had wonderful sex, but when she didn’t do exactly what I wanted her to do, I became angry and hateful. One day she’d had enough and told me what she thought of me as a person. She was the first to have the rohkeus, what is your word, ‘courage’ to tell me the truth. I was very upset, but I eventually realized that what she said was true. I thought only of myself. I wasn’t interested in the feelings of others. I didn’t care

about them at all except for what they could do for me. I had no true friends. I began to change that day.”

“Now I am obsessive about my treatment of other people. I still behave in a selfish and aloof manner sometimes. I give orders and I’m demanding. But I try. I demand respect and politeness from others, though. If I don’t get it, I can be very difficult to be around.” She smiled. “I appreciate the way you’ve treated me. Your behavior has been above reproach. I look forward to having sex with you again.”

On the way to the hotel, we stopped for a gelato and ate standing on a bridge looking over one of the many narrow canals. The day was nearly perfect; sunny with warm breezes from the south.

In my hotel room, Marja started to unbutton her blouse.

“Let me do that, Marja. If you don’t mind, I’d like to touch you and undress you.”

She nodded and stood quietly, looking stunning. I touched her arms and shoulders, then the sides of her body. I reached around to hold her ass. I was starting to get an erection. I puller her close, pressed my erection against her and kissed her. In the club, our kisses had been almost formal with no tongue play.

Marja opened her mouth and we kissed deeply.

I have a mild fetish about touching women through their clothes. Most of the time when I touch a woman sexually, she’s already naked. I take advantage of the opportunity to indulge myself whenever I can. Undressing Marja would be a treat.

I cupped both of Marja’s breasts, squeezing the firm flesh and feeling her nipples. I kissed her neck, moving my lips up and down, using my tongue gently.

I unbuttoned the top four buttons of Marja’s blouse and slipped my hand inside. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She didn’t need one. I opened her blouse the rest of the way and kissed her pale pink nipples. They stood up and I sucked them. Marja swayed back and forth, presenting one breast, then the other.

I pushed her blouse off and let it fall. Her skirt had a single button and a zipper on the side. I unfastened them and held her skirt in place while I slid my hand down the front of her body. She wasn’t wearing panties. Before I could reach her pussy, Marja held my wrist.

“Not yet, please. I’ve been walking all morning and I need to bathe. We can bathe together and wash each other.” She smiled. “We can touch in the bath. Would you like that?”

“You’re reading my mind. But first, let me finish undressing you.”

I dropped to one knee and lowered her skirt. She had a flawless, smooth pussy. She’d shaved the small patch of hair above her vagina and was now completely hairless. I kissed her belly button and stood up.

As I finished undressing, Marja held my shoulders and looked into my eyes.

“Jack, there is one thing I must insist on. When you are inside me, I must be in control. If you are on top of me, I will feel very uneasy. Also, I cannot tolerate being entered from the rear. We can fuck standing up if you like, as long as we are face to face. Is that satisfactory?”

“Yes, of course. I want you to feel at ease. If something doesn’t feel right to you, tell me at once.”

Washing Marja was an amazing experience. Her breasts seemed to defy gravity. Her waist couldn’t have been over 27 inches and her back had a wonderful “V” shape. At six feet tall, she was no lightweight, but

there was no fat anywhere. Her body had a firm, solid feel, but her shape was unmistakably feminine. I’ve never touched a more “female” woman.

I was careful to be relaxed and gentle. When I reached her pussy, she was wet. I rubbed her clit and fingered her. She responded by pushing against my hand and kissing me. I pushed two fingers into her and stroked her firmly. She held me tight and kissed me. Her breathing was steady. I could tell she was enjoying my touch, but she wasn’t going to cum. She knew it, too. After a few minutes, she pushed my hand away.

“Let me wash you, now.”

Marja went slowly, washing each body part carefully. She knelt to wash my legs. I moved my feet apart and she gently soaped my balls and cock.

“You’re very hard. Do you wish to spill here in the bath, or wait until we’re in bed?”

“I’ll wait. Wash the soap off, please. If you don’t mind, I’d like to fuck you a little here before we get out.”

Marja rinsed me off. She moved to the corner of the shower and put one foot on the edge of the tub. Her back was against the wall. I slid into her and fucked her slowly. Marja held my hips and closed her eyes. My right hand was on her ass and my left on her breasts.

I’m a very visual guy, and the sight of Marja, naked and wet with my cock thrusting in and out of her was almost overwhelming. I took deep breaths and ran through the chord progressions to “The Way You Look Tonight” in A-flat. Miraculously, I didn’t cum.

Marja was also breathing deeply. Her hips had picked up my rhythm. She moaned.

“Jack, please touch me. The way you tried to do in the club.”

I moved the fingers of my left hand to her clit and began rubbing with all four fingers.
“Hold yourself still, all the way inside me. Touch me. Yes! Pull my nipples. Pinch them!”

Marja’s hold on my hips kept us balanced. I pulled and pinched her nipples with my right hand. I pushed into her as hard as I could, pressing my fingers into her clit. I pushed and rubbed and pinched and pulled. Marja mumbled the same phrase over and over in Finnish. Between phrases, she gasped and moaned and grunted. Since I wasn’t moving inside her, I was able to concentrate on her pleasure. She was pressed against me so tightly that I wasn’t able to see much.

Marja pulled me against her with all her strength. I rubbed her hard. I pinched and twisted a nipple. Her inner muscles tightened dramatically.

“Uhhhhhh, Ahhhh, Ohhhhhh, Mmmmmm.”

Marja shook and hugged me so hard I almost lost my balance.

Her grip on me lessened. I leaned back and looked down at her body. Her breasts were flushed. Her erect nipples looked even paler against the reddened skin. I was still deep inside her. She trembled for a moment and pushed my hand away from her clit. I held her breasts with both hands and squeezed gently.

 
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