My Shy Classmate
Copyright© 2017 by HHedonist
Chapter 5: Graduation trip to Rome
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: Graduation trip to Rome - First experiences from Tom & Julia at school and on their class trip to Amsterdam.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Blackmail Mind Control Romantic BiSexual School Sharing Mother Sister Daughter Cousins DomSub Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Swinging Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism Big Breasts
Dear Readers,
For those who haven’t yet read Chapters 1–4, I highly recommend diving into them before tackling the new Chapter 5. Of course, you can jump right into the middle like a TV series, but following the characters and their development is definitely a special highlight.
What got you off in Chapter 5? Please don’t be shy — let me know what turned you on and made you cum, whether you’re male or female. Even an “anonymous” comment would be golden and a huge motivation to write the next chapter faster.
Like many, I started writing because I often didn’t like what I was reading. Choosing the right words is always a tightrope walk for authors, trying to hit the perfect tone. I always try to tailor the style of dirty talk to the situation and, above all, the characters involved. This will become even clearer in the upcoming chapter.
I can’t imagine a hot story without dirty talk — it’s the salt in the soup for me.
As with all chapters, all characters in Chapter 5 are of legal age.
Now, have LOTS of fun!
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CHARACTERS:
Tom – Narrator
Julia – Tom’s best friend since kindergarten
Aylin – Julia’s best friend and gymnastics teammate
Dörte – The school slut and Aylin’s friend
Dr. Baltz – Math and biology teacher
Beate Wilhelmsen – The young, new student teacher
Nils – Svenja’s new husband from Norway
Svenja – Nils’s new wife from Norway
Emilia – Julia’s aunt
Paola – Emilia’s daughter
Chira – Italian wife of Sara
Sara – Nigerian wife of Chira
Stefan – Tom’s best friend
Mario, Sven, Jörg, Klaus, Dirk, Lars, Darius, Achmed, and Detlef – male classmates
Melanie, Astrid, Maya, Jana, Heike, Aiko – Female classmates
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5: THE GRADUATION TRIP TO ROME
1. Thursday / Departure The days before the graduation trip are truly our final classes. This includes Dr. Baltz’s biology class, where we mainly discuss the content of the final exams and answer last-minute questions. At the end, Dr. Baltz bids us farewell, reminding everyone to be punctual at the train station on Thursday evening. We’re all cheering, loudly celebrating the end of our school days. What a day!
On Thursday, the day of our departure, Dr. Baltz and our student teacher, Ms. Wilhelmsen, are already waiting at the platform for the 20 students of our graduating class for the overnight train to Rome. Some of us clearly started pre-gaming — especially Dörte, who’s buzzing with energy and dressed almost like Britney Spears in her Baby One More Time video. Her pleated skirt is pretty short, but unlike Britney, her ample cleavage is braless under her blouse and cardigan. What’s she up to now? Naughty girl, I think, smirking.
“What are you thinking about now?” Julia suddenly whispers in my ear. Her parents brought her and her little sister to the station.
As she says goodbye to them, I catch her little sister saying, “She looks hot ... wow!”
“You’re not even allowed to think that, little one,” Julia replies, glancing cautiously at her parents. The noise of the incoming train drowns out the conversation, much to Julia’s relief.
The usual farewell scenes unfold on the platform as the class boards the train with their luggage and settles into the booked sleeping compartments, each housing three people. Only Dr. Baltz and Ms. Wilhelmsen have single compartments. Soon after, our night train starts moving. I share my compartment with Stefan and Detlef. Stefan and I agreed to take our train nerd Detlef with us since no one else really wanted him. He’s actually a decent guy but very introverted and shy. He’s tall, lanky, and could probably make more of himself. But it’s hard to connect with him. Whenever you try to include him in a conversation, he dodges and disappears quickly. Maybe Stefan and I can get him to open up a bit during the trip to Rome?
Once all the luggage is stowed, the class spontaneously gathers in the train’s bistro car. There are a few seats, some standing tables, and, most importantly, drinks. A trip like this makes you thirsty, especially graduating seniors on their final school trip. Apart from three older men, the other guests seem to flee or turn back as soon as they see the crowd of young people in the bistro car — much to the frustration of the train staff.
I overhear one of the stewards grumbling that they’ll probably have another night with no sales or tips because of these guests. Ms. Wilhelmsen notices this, stands up, and approaches the steward. I watch as she tries to flirt with him, flashing a bright smile. But he seems immune, brushing her off, though not without blatantly staring down her top. When Ms. Wilhelmsen returns to our table and stands next to me, I quietly mention her efforts.
“Yeah, I was trying to distract him from the chaos,” she laughs softly in my ear. The train’s noise prevents anyone from overhearing.
“I guess I’ll have to bring out the big guns,” she says more clearly, leaving our table with a slight grin. I’m not sure what she means, but I can guess. She heads to the table where most of the girls in our class are sitting and squeezes in next to Dörte. With a wider grin, she whispers something in her niece’s ear, and I see Dörte lift her head and say, “Which one is he?”
I was right: as soon as Ms. Wilhelmsen points out the steward to Dörte, she wriggles out of the bench, not without deliberately dragging her big boobs across the table. Some of our classmates have their eyes glued to the girls’ table, and cheers and whistles accompany the provocative display. Even the grumpy steward notices, craning his neck for a better view over the counter. I catch his surprised look as Dörte saunters toward him with a stunning gaze. Her body language screams innocent yet bold schoolgirl, trying her hardest to seduce him. The steward’s expressions tell a story: first grumpy, then smiling, then surprised and a bit embarrassed. Dörte’s efforts pay off, and she heads toward the restrooms. I see her blow him a kiss before disappearing behind the door — unlocked, I assume. Moments later, the steward casually passes by us with a tray of drinks, likely as a cover, before swiftly slipping behind the same restroom door like a weasel.
I switch tables and join Julia, Aylin, and two other classmates with my glass of wine. Aylin is chatting with Astrid, so I can quietly fill Julia in on the situation. I tell her about the events, and she whispers back in my ear, “Is he hot?” with a mischievous grin.
After all the weeks and months of Julia’s special “schooling” with Dr. Baltz, I love that I can now talk to her about these things. That would’ve been unthinkable before. Julia steps back discreetly, glances down at me, and whispers, “How’s my stallion doing?” She steps back to the table, flashing her stunning smile. That comment alone makes my cock swell fast. And that smile, in front of all these people. Damn, I can feel my cock growing.
“If you want me to play with your pretty cock, just let me know, honey.”
“Here on the train?” I whisper back in her ear.
“Sure thing, honey. Anywhere you want!”
That makes me rock hard. I didn’t expect an offer like that from Julia, especially right at the start of our class trip. I beam at her and hug her tightly, letting her feel my hard-on without anyone noticing.
“Ah, love must be nice,” I hear Astrid, Aylin’s conversation partner, say at our table. She looks our way but has no idea what we’re talking about. Good.
Julia smiles at me, presses her pelvis firmly against my hard cock, and suddenly says with a serious expression, “We need to clear up a few things, Tom!”
“We’ll be right back,” she announces briefly to our classmates, grabs my hand, and pulls me out of the bistro.
As we pass the restroom, she turns to me with a smile as we hear slapping sounds and moaning from inside.
“Come on, honey. Hurry up. I want your...” She turns again, practically running through the next two cars to my compartment.
I slow her down, mentioning that Detlef is probably still in our compartment.
“No problem, honey. I can be very persuasive.” She laughs as we reach my compartment.
She signals me to wait and opens the door. I can’t hear every word, but she seems to explain that she urgently needs to sort out some issues with me and asks if he could ... Moments later, I see Detlef leave our sleeping compartment with a book about old German locomotives.
“Good luck,” he says to me, dead serious.
“Thanks, Detlef. Please give us a bit of privacy, okay?”
“Oh, you mean I shouldn’t hang around outside the compartment...?”
I nod, pretending to be annoyed.
“Sure, no problem.”
When I enter the compartment, Julia has already unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her sweater up.
“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. I’m not taking everything off, just in case ... Now get it out and show me how hard it is already,” Julia urges.
I fumble to quickly unbutton my jeans and free my swelling cock from its prison. As soon as I manage, my growing mushroom is already in Julia’s pretty mouth. I can see her dimples as she sucks hard on my cock. She slurps and lets her tongue glide elegantly around my throbbing cockhead, and I know this will be a short but explosive pleasure.
“Oh God, Girl. You’ve learned to suck so ... aaaaaaaargh ... well.”
Julia takes my cock out of her mouth, looks at me, and says, “That’s why we should make the most of this class trip to make your pretty cock cum often and daringly. What do you think?”
As soon as she asks, my cock slides back between her full lips. Her hot sucking and skilled tongue play resume. What a heavenly pleasure!
“Fine, I’m ... aaaaaaaargh ... in if it goes both ways ... aaaaaaaargh ... I’ll make this trip all about keeping your sweet pussy wet and horny and making it cum, no matter ... aaaaaaaargh ... where we are,” I moan, thinking about her offer and her cock treatment.
“Deal?” I ask her.
With a loud pop, she releases my cock from her mouth and looks at me with an innocent gaze.
“Oh God, Girl. You’re gonna make me cum so fast ... I’m about to...”
“Deal, honey. To a horny class trip!” Julia replies with her fake innocent look, jerking my cock fast and hard now.
“Aaaaaaaargh ... let your stallion cum, please!”
The first spurt shoots out, but Julia has my cockhead back in her mouth, sucking and slurping until she’s got every last drop of cum. When she feels she’s milked the last bit, she opens her mouth to show me the full load. She looks at me with that innocent gaze again — she’s a damn good actress — then closes her mouth and swallows hard with a big smile.
“Always for you, honey!” she smiles, buttoning up her blouse. No bra, I notice, grinning.
“That was shot number one, honey. And of course, in my mouth, not on my face, even though I love that. Now let’s get back to the others.”
Julia pulls her sweater back over her blouse and checks the mirror while I tuck my best friend back into my pants, and we leave the compartment together. As we step into the hallway, Detlef is still sitting on a fold-out seat, though not the same one.
Julia and I walk up to him, smiling. Julia thanks him with a hug, completely overwhelming poor Detlef. “Thanks for your help, Detlef! You’ve got one in the bank with us!”
I pass him with a smile, mumbling something about him saving my ass and owing him one. Detlef just says it was no trouble and disappears back into our compartment with his book. Shy guy, that one.
When we return to the bistro car, the restroom door opens, and an older steward comes out grinning while Dörte, in the background, stands backward with one knee on the sink, her bare ass exposed in front of the mirror. I catch a glimpse of her freshly fucked pussy, dripping thick cum onto the floor.
The vibe in the bistro car is relaxed now; there’s been a third round of wine already. Apparently, the three stewards have all thoroughly and quickly fucked our school slut and generously bought a few rounds. As Dörte turns her head, she says to me, “I need a drink bad. And since that massive cockhead is right here, will you stick that pretty thing in me quick, Tom?” she smiles wickedly over her shoulder.
A quick glance at Julia, who grins and nods, is enough. I grab a bottle of water, close the door, unzip my pants, and slide my still half-swollen cockhead into her dripping hole. Dörte reacts instantly, arching her back and pushing her gorgeous ass toward me, and soon my hardening cock is halfway inside her.
“Let’s get the first classmate to cum in my holes, huh?” I hear Dörte laugh, tipsy and dirty, over her shoulder as she starts rocking back and forth, circling her hips, grinding my now rock-hard cockhead with her pussy walls.
“How’s it feel to fuck the school slut on the train? Hope Julia doesn’t find out we’re ... aaaaaaaargh ... damn, it’s hot to have another thick cock in my pussy,” Dörte pants.
As soon as she finishes her sentence, she stops her fucking motions.
“Now feel how horny I get cumming on your cock ... aaaaaaaargh ... Now you’re finally making me ... aaaaaaaargh ... cum!” she moans.
I pause my movements and feel her vaginal muscles clench and release around my thick cockhead, milking me thoroughly. It drives me wild, and I start pounding her hard and deep from behind, deep into that insatiable hole.
“AAAAAAAAAARRRGHH ... yes, you dirty pig. Fuck the school slut hard ... aaaaaaaargh ... on the train toilet ... aaaaaaaargh ... I’m cumming again...” Dörte moans incoherently, locking eyes with me in the mirror. With each thrust, I shoot my hot cum deep into her twitching pussy flesh.
“Thanks for the hot fuck, Dörte,” I smile back.
“Hold on, Tom. Quick cleanup!” she smiles, turning around and squatting in front of me. She takes my glistening cockhead into her mouth and sucks thoroughly, not forgetting to lick my shaft clean.
“I love licking fresh cum and my pussy juice off cocks. Done,” Dörte says, releasing my clean cock from her mouth.
Once my pants are back up, I step out of the restroom and rejoin the class. Many of us are still hyped, and we chat for a while, eventually drifting off to sleep in our compartments to the monotonous, rhythmic sound of the tracks.
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2. Arrival / Friday The next day, we arrive at Rome’s Termini station around noon. A wave of heat hits us as we open the train door, even though it’s only morning. Dr. Baltz and Ms. Wilhelmsen are in great spirits, having not even shown up in the bistro car last night. Dr. Baltz knows Rome well and leads us straight through endless escalators to the metro. It’s a long ride until we finally emerge into daylight. Julia, of course, has a rolling suitcase and grins mischievously as she sees me sweating with my trekking backpack.
“Twice already yesterday, honey?” she asks quietly, smiling slyly.
“Grr, yeah. Thanks for your quick and surprising reaction yesterday.”
“Surprising? Why’s that? Or did Dörte’s sight make you forget our deal?” she teases.
“Hm, this class trip is getting better and better. How hot is it in Rome right now?”
“It’s 32 degrees. Why, honey?” Julia giggles. “By the way, I only packed skirts and dresses besides one pair of jeans. And I won’t be wearing panties for the whole ten days. They’d just get in the way, right?” she says, flashing her stunning smile. My cock reacts instantly.
Our youth hostel is an old Italian building with a yellow facade and green shutters. It’s seen better days, but the family running it greets us warmly and hands us all an Italian aperitif. Next to the host couple are their two daughters, one about our age and the other in her mid-twenties. The younger one passes out the aperitifs on a tray, and I’m stunned by her massive breasts under her apron.
Then the rooms are assigned: boys on the first floor, girls on the second. Dr. Baltz tells us we’ll meet for breakfast at eight tomorrow and start visiting St. Peter’s Basilica at ten.
I share my room with Stefan, as usual, who’s meeting his girlfriend Melanie and quickly leaves. Julia and I agree to meet downstairs after unpacking for a walk. That afternoon, we stroll through the neighborhood, soaking in the warmth, the Mediterranean vibe, and the various scents of Rome. Julia is excited to try out the Italian she learned in her basic course. From what I can tell, she’s doing pretty well. A few streets over, we find a small café and decide to enjoy an espresso.
Julia’s wearing a tight tank top, and I smile as I notice her nipples clearly showing through. She’s also got a denim skirt and sandals. She smiles and hugs me.
“It’s so great to finally be in Rome, far from home,” she sighs, relieved, kissing me tenderly.
“I’m so excited for our time here ... and our deal from yesterday!” she says with a sly smile.
“Yeah, Girl. Me too!”
“Did you see that daughter’s huge tits earlier?” Julia asks curiously, smiling provocatively.
“Of course, honey. She had to be careful not to knock over the drinks with that tray,” I reply as Julia leans back, slightly spreading her thighs to give me a clear view under her skirt.
“Of course, I’m not wearing panties anymore. That was the deal, honey,” she says, proving her point with a shy smile.
“We need to find a quieter spot quick,” I respond to her delightful gesture.
“Il conto, per favore!” Julia calls to the waiter, who soon arrives at our table, and we pay. She asks him about a park, and he answers eagerly, staring a bit too obviously down her top. Her erect nipples clearly haven’t escaped him, and Julia subtly shifts her torso to give him different angles.
After that, she can’t move fast enough, hopping up and heading for the exit. With a big smile, she turns to me and whispers, “Are you gonna finger me now?” She hugs and kisses me.
We stand there, kissing passionately. What a girl — gorgeous, smart, and more relaxed than I’ve ever seen her. Then she takes my hand, and we head off.
“This way, honey.”
We wander through alleys, admiring shop windows. Again and again, we kiss whenever it feels right. With each kiss, I feel how aroused my girl is. She’s pressing her stomach firmly against my crotch now, and my cock starts reacting.
“Your cock wants you to finger me now!” she whispers convincingly in my ear.
We’re alone in this narrow alley for the moment, so I lift her skirt slightly and slide my fingers between her legs. As soon as my fingertips reach her wetness, Julia gasps and bites her lip.
“Yesss, right there ... aaaaaaaargh...” she struggles to keep quiet.
“You’re soaking wet, Girl?” I say, a bit surprised. I knew she was aroused, but I didn’t realize she was practically dripping.
She kisses me again, trembling all over. “Yes, honey!” she says, her face bright red.
“After our dirty deal last night, I’ve been dying to be fingered by you all day,” she whispers in my ear.
I gently push her against the wall, slide my hand under her skirt again, and kiss her. Julia trembles beautifully as my tongue meets hers and my finger lightly touches her hard clit.
She breaks our kiss. “And that horny look from the waiter just now ... aaaaaaaargh...” she pants, kissing me again.
I reward her words with faster fingers on her bud, and Julia reacts instantly, moaning hard but quietly. My instinct was right — she enjoyed showing off her tits to the waiter. No, not just enjoyed — it turned her on.
“The waiter got a great view of my horny girlfriend,” I say, stroking her hard nipples with my free hand. That pushes Julia over the edge. I press her against the wall, twist her nipple, and play with her thick clit as she cums quietly in my ear, trembling. She clings to me helplessly to keep her balance. It takes a moment for her to catch her breath, then she beams at me.
“That was amazing, honey. Thank you.” She hugs me tightly again.
“I had no idea you were so turned on, Girl,” I say tenderly.
“Neither did I, honey. But after our naughty deal last night and the greedy looks from that cute waiter...” she trails off.
“That Italian waiter got you that wet?” I tease with a big grin.
“You jerk, no. The thought of you touching me after he stared so greedily turned me on like crazy,” Julia tries to justify herself.
“All good, Girl. I liked that he was ogling my girlfriend.”
“Really?” Julia beams openly.
“You have no idea how hot I find that. But I shouldn’t be surprised. My stories about Dr. Baltz always get you horny too.” She smiles slyly, pressing her hand against the bulge in my pants as tourists round the corner.
We continue through the alleys, and Julia’s smiling ear to ear.
“It’s soooo great here with you, honey,” she says, content, her smile infectious. Everyone around smiles back and greets us warmly.
That evening, we’re back at the hostel, eating with everyone. The mood is lively, and Dr. Baltz and Ms. Wilhelmsen announce tomorrow’s program: St. Peter’s Basilica.
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3. St. Peter’s Basilica / Saturday The next morning, breakfast is at eight, and by nine-thirty, we’re all in the metro. I’m not that interested in St. Peter’s Basilica, but I can imagine its significance for Julia. So I don’t push too hard during the tour, though I’m dying to check if she’s keeping our deal under her jeans today — no short skirts or shorts allowed in the basilica. During the seemingly endless tour, I grab Julia briefly and whisper lovingly in her ear, “I hope you’re sticking to our deal today?”
“Deal’s a deal, honey. But today’s my turn.” She flashes a cheeky smile. My cock reacts instantly to her announcement, even if it’s out of place here. For the rest of the tour, I can’t think of anything else. It’s early afternoon when Dr. Baltz and Ms. Wilhelmsen finally let us go, and we quickly slip away. We head to a café first — we’re both thirsty and need a break. I notice Julia keeps grinning my way, especially at my crotch. “If I were wearing a dress with nothing underneath, I’d make your pants burst, wouldn’t I?” she teases. “Time to keep your end of the deal, Girl,” I reply to her cheeky question.
“Let’s pay quick and find a quiet spot,” Julia smiles, and we leave euros on the tray with our receipt.
As soon as we’re up and in the next alley, Julia starts kissing me lovingly among the crowd. She glances around briefly and seizes the first chance to grab my hard-on firmly.
“I’d love to pull it out right here,” she smiles, kissing me briefly.
“I brought this, by the way.” She rummages in her bag and discreetly shows me a small tube of oil with a sly grin.
“Let’s see where we can put this to good use,” she says, opening the map on her phone.
“The Borghese isn’t far. It’s probably busy on a Saturday afternoon, but we’ll find a quiet corner.” She smiles, and we start walking.
It’s pretty hot, and our quick pace draws a few surprised looks. Once we reach the park, Julia immediately looks for a spot by a wall.
“I want to see it now!” she says, aroused, kissing me. We kiss passionately, and I feel her unbuttoning my pants. As soon as they’re open, her hand is on my thick cockhead.
“It’s already so wet, honey,” she whispers excitedly.
“Was it looking forward to this?” she asks again, giving my cockhead a firm squeeze.
“AAAAAAARRRGH yes, Girl,” I welcome her boldness in public.
“You keep watch, okay?” she says impatiently, pulling it out of my pants and bending down to take it briefly in her mouth.
I clearly feel her circling tongue on the underside of my cockhead and gasp.
“That’s soooo ... aaaaaaaargh ... hot...” I moan quietly, keeping a sharp lookout. Julia stands up, slides close to me, and grips my cock firmly.
“Let’s find a spot to really enjoy this. Can you even get it back in, honey?” she laughs softly, a bit embarrassed.
That’d be a reason to complain — her problem is the hard cock out of the pants. But now it’s mine to get it back in while we look for a quiet spot with this bulge in my pants. To cover me, we kiss passionately again, which makes it even harder to tuck it away.
We finally manage and head toward an area with thick oleander bushes and some benches. The benches are occupied, but we spot a wall surrounded by oleanders, with a nearly secluded spot perfect for our plan. As soon as we arrive, Julia kisses me wildly.
“Now get that gorgeous thing out,” she pants impatiently, her protruding nipples under her top a clear sign. As I open my pants and my cock springs free, Julia digs in her bag and pulls out the oil.
“Let’s see how your cock likes my treatment here,” she smiles boldly, drizzling oil on my shaft and cockhead. She tucks the closed tube into her jeans pocket and starts stroking slowly.
“I’ll look at your pretty cock, and you keep watch, okay?” she asks, pulling my balls out of my pants too.
“So exciting to ... jerk your cock in public,” she whispers in my ear, eyes on my cock.
“You’re driving me crazy, Girl,” I pant, trying to stay alert for surprises.
“It turns you on that we could get caught, doesn’t it?” Julia laughs, refreshed, and starts jerking me fast and hard. Those hot stroking sounds I love — so hot but so telling.
“AAAAAAAAAARGGH ... yessss ... aaaaaaaargh...”
“Then show me how good this makes you cum, honey,” Julia says lovingly, stroking fast and hard. I feel my cock twitching and pumping as the first spurt shoots out far.
“Yes, honey. Let it cum hard here in the park!” Julia encourages as more spurts land on the oleander leaves and flowers. What a heavenly sight — thick cum dripping from the blossoms, painted for the gods and my memory.
Julia takes the last spurts from my throbbing cockhead in her mouth, warning me to keep watch. Once she’s sucked out the last drop, she comes up with that enchanting smile and says contentedly, “Tastes extra good here. Now tuck your magic wand away quick, honey,” checking around cautiously.
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4. Colosseum and Forum Romanum / Sunday On the second day, we’re with the class at the Colosseum and Forum Romanum. Finally, a day for a dress with no panties, I think as we meet for breakfast, and Julia beams and kisses me. Her colorful summer dress flows around her, barely skimming her skin. It ends just above her knees, and her neckline reveals little.
In the metro, my girl whispers in my ear, “Do you know how wet I am already? I can barely stand it. I hope we get there soon and find a quiet spot.”
Luckily, Dr. Baltz and Ms. Wilhelmsen are relaxed on this trip, letting Julia and me slip away from the group now and then so I can check her wetness. Each time my hand slips under her dress, Julia eagerly pushes her pelvis toward me, panting softly when my fingertip hits her clit. We play this game throughout the Colosseum tour. As we’re about to head to the Forum Romanum, Julia’s begging to cum. We slip away again, this time into the basement of the catacombs, behind a corner. I dive under her dress, her dripping, red-swollen pussy glowing. I spread her lips with my fingers and give her pearl a tongue kiss. Julia grabs my head, holds on, and cums trembling but silently on my face.
No sooner has she cum than noises around us alert us, and I’m standing beside her just as part of our group rounds the corner. I see Aylin approaching, grinning.
“Hot in here, huh?” I smile at her with my soaking face, wiping the “sweat” from my forehead.
Aylin smirks back, “Oh yeah, very sweaty!” she replies.
Our class heads to the Forum Romanum, and Julia hooks her arm in mine. “Do you know how wonderful this is with you?” she asks quietly. “I feel so free, so liberated here with you.” She laughs. “And I can experience so many amazing things with you,” she cheers, dancing around me. Back at my side, she whispers, “Keep going, honey?” laughing and grabbing my hand.
“It’s so hot when you finger me everywhere,” she says quietly as the tour starts. It’s trickier here at the Forum Romanum to slip my hand under her skirt unnoticed.
But we find a few moments of wet fun. Even though my girl exploded on my face earlier, it doesn’t dampen her lust. “Aaaaaaaargh ... yes ... finger my pussy, honey,” Julia rasps quietly, leaning forward behind the next corner, holding onto the wall. She arches her back athletically, like the gymnast she is, and offers me her wet pussy again.
My fingers hit her clit, and Julia whimpers pleadingly. “Yesssss ... that’s ... aaaaaaaargh ... so hot when you do this with me here.”
“Not so loud, Girl,” I warn, sliding two fingers inside her.
“Aaaaaaaargh...” Julia moans, muffled.
We’re lucky again and manage to get back to a “normal position” just as another tour group rounds the corner.
“Phew, that was close,” Julia pants, grinning.
When we catch up with our class, she whispers, “That was so close. And I almost came again.” She giggles in my ear.
“That kicked me so hard because that stranger was watching us. Did you see him too?” she asks eagerly.
“No, Girl. But if he liked it, we’ll probably see him again.” I smile, looking back.