It was in the Italian city of Livorgio that Arabella's 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?"
"Not at all Arabella, just be back by six."
At just the ripe age of 15, 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 only 14, 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, Arabella 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?"
"Fifteen," 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.
.... There is more of this story ...