Lew's Photo Studio Book 9
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Chapter 83: Fleur and Zoë’s Trip to Italy
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 83: Fleur and Zoë’s Trip to Italy - Lew organizes a special anniversary celebration for the love of his life. Fleur and Zoë make a trip to Italy and meet Fabio. Georgina introduced Lew to a colleague with some special wishes, resulting in unexpected photo shoots and adventures in the club. Lew is nudged to take one of his favorite women to a celebratory dinner. After a long absence, Linda shows up with a surprise. Finally, Lew takes Gladys on the long-promised cruise.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction BDSM DomSub Light Bond Spanking Group Sex Anal Sex Massage Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking
It had been a while since I had heard anything about Zoë and Fleur, Tanja’s Canadian sidekicks, so I went down to the cellar with some cock-and-bull story to find out if she had heard anything from her friends.
“Hello Tanja, how’s tricks?”
“Well, well, if it isn’t my landlord paying me a visit. Is there anything I can do for you again? Do you need another free visit to the club with one of your friends?”
“Not exactly. I was more wondering about some of your friends.”
“Oh, who might that be?”
“Your Canadian sidekicks, Fleur and Zoë.”
“They aren’t my Canadian sidekicks; they’re my cruise friends.”
“OK, your cruise friends then, but where are they? Are they still cruising Europe, or have they returned home yet?”
“No, didn’t I tell you, they’re in Italy at the moment, visiting Gina and Victoria.”
“And how are they doing? Having tremendous lesbian fun with the girls?”
“You have no idea.”
“You seem to know more. Spill, woman, don’t keep me in the dark; you know I like a good sex story, which I presume this to be.”
“I know a few things, yes.”
“How?”
“They send me regular updates by email.”
“Care to share the emails?”
“I’m not sure if I can break the confidence—they’re rather specific and detailed.”
“More specific than what I experienced with them when I had to take them to the apartment upon your instructions?”
“No, probably not.”
“So, are you going to share with me?”
“OK, I’ll send you their first email this evening.”
“Oh, there’s more than one?”
“Yes, I’ve got two so far, one of their Roman adventures, and I hope to get another one after their trip to Tuscany.”
“They’re going to visit Antonia?”
“Yes, and your good friend Dawn.”
“Oh my God, that will most probably give sparks.”
“Sparks? It’ll be more like fireworks, I guess.”
“Now you really made me curious. Send those emails quickly, please.”
“OK, you old lecher, if I’ve got time, I’ll send it tonight. Now shoo, I’ve got work to do.”
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Subject: Fwd: Our first week in Italy
Dearest Tanja,
We had a very nice flight, right on time, and the service on board was excellent. Well, that’s what you expect when you fly business class, of course. Aside from the flight, we had a totally unexpected and very pleasant surprise on board. We found out that Lew has an admirer on board these Brussels Airlines flights, Georgina, but you know all that, of course. It was all revealed during our chat with her. I don’t know how it all started, but at a certain point during our flight, she asked where we came from and what our plans were for Italy.
Of course, we told her, and during that conversation, she told us she had a Belgian friend who also went to Italy regularly and where he stayed. You can imagine that the conversation really started when we told her we were staying at the same place. And that’s how we found out we had a couple of common friends in Belgium.
As you can imagine, one thing led to another, and soon we told her about our adventures in the club, and from there it never stopped. She also told us about her adventures with you.
At one point, one of the other passengers in business class began to complain that she was spending all her time with the two of us and said she would file an official complaint with the airline about the service on board.
Unfortunately, that put an end to our conversation, but it was great to hear about both you and Lew. Whenever we get back to Belgium, and I hope we will, you need to tell us all about what happened with Georgina and her relationship with Lew, or maybe you can email us? Lew never mentioned her.
But back to our adventures in sunny Italy. Thanks to the excellent instructions from Grace, we had no trouble finding the villas of Gina and Victoria, so we made good time between landing and arriving there.
When we pulled up on the driveway of their place, the front door swung open, and both Gina and Victoria greeted us ... believe it or not, in the buff.
We couldn’t believe our eyes when we saw this. It immediately set the tone for our visit. When I asked them if this was their normal way to greet customers, they assured us it was not, but in this particular case, they said they had been briefed by their friends in Belgium. I wonder who these friends were in Belgium they were referring to?
Whoever did it, I can assure you it was a very pleasant surprise. They are both so beautiful and tanned all over.
When inside, we quickly joined them and shed our clothes as well. So we got a tour of their house, yes, in the raw. A touch here and a touch there made it immediately clear that we were in for a sex-filled stay in Italy, but maybe I’m getting ahead of myself.
Looking at our white skin, they suggested we had to be very careful in the sun and use lots of lotion, so when we joined them for a first tanning session at their lovely pool, they insisted on applying the lotion to our delicate skin themselves, especially the parts that had rarely been exposed to the sun before.
It immediately turned into a very arousing session, as you can imagine. Gina is a very beautiful girl, and I immediately felt attracted to her. When she started to apply the sun lotion to my skin, I lost it. Her hands felt so good on my body, and she knew exactly how to get my engine purring. She started slowly, suggesting I lie on my stomach so she could do my back, as that is rather difficult to do yourself. When she started, I immediately felt shivers going through my body. She had such soft hands and touch.
Not only was she trying to protect my skin, but she knew exactly how to relax the muscles in my shoulders. When I then felt her hands slowly but surely go down my spine towards my tush, my juices started flowing. As you can imagine, I was a bit embarrassed, especially when I felt one of her hands creep between my legs. It didn’t stay there very long but quickly moved down my leg, joined by the other hand on my other leg.
All of a sudden, I heard someone moan, and when I looked, I realized it was Zoë who was being covered with sun lotion by Victoria, who was doing the same to her as Gina was doing to me, the quick pussy visit included. When Gina reached my feet, her hands began moving up again, but so slowly it was almost unbearable. Never before in my life had my legs been touched in a similar fashion. Every tiny move of her fingers felt like it was transmitting little electric shocks, putting my entire body on fire.
The closer her fingers came to my core, the hotter I became. When they finally reached the spot where my legs join my body, I couldn’t help but open them wide, giving her unrestricted access, of which she took full advantage. The things her fingers did with my labia were incredible. It was soft and yet compelling. A torrent of searing pleasure burned through my body. But she was clearly not set to take me over the edge yet.
When I looked sideways, I saw that Zoë was also verging on the brink, but exactly like me, Victoria was clearly trying to keep her on edge as well, not allowing her to plunge into a body-wracking climax yet. She played her like a virtuoso.
All of a sudden, the scene changed with a big whack on my butt, while Zoë got the same treatment. I asked her what was going on. She told me she thought we were too far gone already, and they didn’t want us to come yet.
“Why,” I asked. “We love to come.”
“Yes, of course,” Gina replied, “so do we, but I think that if you were to bring us to the same height you are at, and we could reach a peak together, it would be much more fun.” I had to admit that she might be right there.
Well, you know me; I love to eat as much as I love to be eaten. Gina fully agreed with me, but I asked her if I could be allowed to try and make it a bit more interesting.
“Sure, what do you have in mind?” Gina asked, not understanding what I had in mind. When I suggested we also switch partners, she was a bit puzzled, asking me if I preferred playing with my girlfriend, Zoë. “No, of course not,” I replied, explaining I would love to play with Victoria for a change.
She looked a bit vexed and wanted to know if I didn’t like her body. I reassured her that she has a wonderful body but pointed to more similarities between my body and Victoria’s. At first, she didn’t understand what I meant, but when I pointed to my boobs, she immediately understood I was referring to Victoria’s gigantic tits, which you know are even a couple of sizes bigger than mine.
She immediately agreed, also wanting to have a go at Zoë’s A cups, size-wise more comparable to her own B’s. After another half hour of touching, licking, and sucking resulting in four earth-shattering orgasms, it got far too hot in the sun. That, accompanied by all the juices that had flowed, made our bodies sticky, which we remedied by hitting the outside shower and then jumping into the pool.
Refreshed, they took us to our villa so we could unpack our stuff and have a bit of a rest. As we didn’t want to scandalize the neighborhood, we did get dressed, but just barely. The girls assured us that it happened regularly that people were passing from one villa to another, just wearing swimming trunks or a bikini. Some more adventurous ones even went topless, and I am not referring to the guys.
In the evening, Gina took us to her brother’s restaurant for dinner, and we had the pleasure of meeting Lew’s big love, Catharina, and her lovely husband, Mario. We also found out that there are a lot of similarities between Italian and French. I think if I’d put my mind to it, I could learn the language very easily.
So now you are fully up to speed with our first day in sunny Italy. When I find the time, I will send you some more of our adventures in a couple of days. From what Gina told me, we are going to be very busy the next couple of weeks. Aside from a fully guided tour of the lovely city of Rome, they want to take us to Tuscany to visit the winery where Catharina studied as a sommelier. Apparently, the thing is still run by the same old lady who taught Catharina all she knows about wine.
Kisses and love from both of us,
Fleur and Zoë
It looked like the girls were immediately thrown into the deep end, having lesbian fun upon their arrival. I indeed wonder what Gina and Victoria have in store for them, especially when they plan to take them to Tuscany. I sure hope they will meet Dawn, who, as far as I know, is still studying there. So when I hadn’t received the second email after a few days, I called Tanja.
“Hello Tanja, your favorite landlord here.”
“Oh, hi, Lew, what’s up?”
“Haven’t you forgotten something?”
“Me? No, I don’t think so. The rent is paid as far as I know, isn’t it?”
“Absolutely, and I appreciate your punctuality, although if you give a standing order to the bank, you will never forget it.”
“That’s what I did ages ago, silly, so what else is missing? Need a visit to the club or, more personal, a fuck?”
“No, not immediately, and if I did, I have other candidates.”
“Already tired of me, are you?”
“No again, I’m expecting something from you.”
“Oh, God, Lew, spit it out; you are always so annoying with your riddles.”
“OK, I’ll give you a hint. It comes from Canada.”
“You mean Fleur and Zoë?”
“Yes.”
“They’re in Italy for the moment.
“Yes, and?”
“I have no idea what it is you want ... Oh, my God, yes, now I remember I promised you a copy of their e-mail ... but hang on a sec, I sent it to you.”
“Yes, and you promised to send me the consecutive ones as well. They must have mailed you again already?”
“Yes, they have, and have I forgotten to forward it to you?”
“Finally, she gets it, and YES! You’ve forgotten it, so I’m dying here for more news.”
“You poor thing. OK, let me put you out of your misery; I’ll send the second one to you immediately.”
“Thank you.”
“Have you got it?”
“Yes, it just popped in my mailbox.”
“Well, prepare for some juicy stories. They’re having a ball--what am I saying? They’re having a sex ball. My guess is their pussies must be aching by now.”
“Maybe I should reconsider and take you up on your proposal of having a fuck with you after all. These stories always make me so horny.”
“You had your chance, Buster; you better call one of your other friends with benefits. I’m sure one of them will be all too happy to accommodate you, or else use your right hand. Bye, Lew, have fun.” She put the phone down.
Well, at least I had what I wanted: the continued adventures in Italy of a Canadian lesbian couple.
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Subject: Fwd: Visiting Rome
Dearest Tanja,
After our arrival in Rome and the initial, but oh so pleasant, shock of the welcome by Gina and Victoria, we were wondering what else they had in store for us for the rest of our vacation. After they took us to our villa and we started unpacking, we talked about our unexpected welcome. Do I need to mention that one thing led to another, and halfway through our unpacking, we ended up in bed, still very horny after our fun and games with Gina and Victoria? God, they are so beautiful. I loved playing with Victoria’s boobs but am still so very much in love with Zoë’s small ones as well that I had to touch them as quickly as possible, so I grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head.
As you can imagine, we hadn’t bothered to put our bras back on after the play with our hosts, so I had immediate access to her sensitive knobs, holding them, squeezing them, and sucking on her nipples, which, as you can imagine, became rock hard within seconds. While I was doing that, Zoë undid the buttons of my blouse, squeezing my boobs and pinching my nipples between her index finger and thumb, giving me the most exciting feeling. I love it when she does that. She knows exactly the right amount of pressure she needs to apply to make my body sing.
It didn’t take us long to move into a 69 position and start feasting on each other’s cores. Ten minutes later, we lay panting in each other’s arms from another earth-shaking orgasm. All of a sudden, I woke up and, looking at the clock, saw that we had been sleeping for two hours, so I quickly woke Zoë as well to continue with our unpacking. The rest of the afternoon, we enjoyed the sun and the Jacuzzi.
We had agreed to join Gina and Victoria for dinner at Gina’s brother’s restaurant downtown. Another surprise awaited us when Gina’s mom and dad joined us. You know, Lew’s love of his life--well, that’s what we’ve been told she was. I’m not sure that it was mutual, though. Catharina and Mario acted like a couple of teenagers who’d just fallen in love. So maybe when you forward this mail to Lew, which I’m sure you will, you might want to remove this paragraph. I don’t want Lew to feel sad when he reads this.
Of course, Tanja had completely forgotten to do this, or she knew I wouldn’t take offense or feel sad about it. I knew how in love Catharina and Mario still were. I’d seen it at the anniversary party, and I loved her even more for it.
Anyway, we had a great time at the restaurant with all the different dishes Marco kept on putting in front of us. I can’t understand how Italian women stay so thin with all this delicious food. Well, maybe when they get a bit older, some do seem to put a bit more meat on their bones. Not Catharina, though; she still has the figure of a thirty-year-old. Mario, on the other hand, has a middle-aged paunch. But I think he’s a bit older than Catharina, isn’t he?
We finally got back to the villa around midnight, completely bushed. We were asleep even before our heads hit the pillow.
The next day at eight, somebody was banging on our door--Victoria, as it turned out—when I crawled out of bed and opened the door. We were summoned to come and enjoy a bright and sunny day and our breakfast. Fifteen minutes later, we joined them in their place for a scrumptious breakfast. We were still digesting all the wonderful food we had had the night before, so we had to disappoint them a bit by only eating some toast and fruit. What did pick us up was a nice glass of Spumante to start the breakfast, though.
By ten o’clock, we hit the road for a big tour of the city, visiting all the historical places, the Vatican, and St. Peter’s Square, where they showed us the spots, which are known as the optical illusion points or the centering disc (in Italian, centro del colonnato). If you stand on one of the two special marble discs in the square, marked on the ground between the colonnades designed by Gian Lorenzo Bernini, you’ll see the four rows of columns align perfectly, creating the illusion of a single row of columns. Bernini designed this effect intentionally as part of the Baroque tradition of visual tricks.
We marveled at the paintings on the ceiling and behind the altar by Michelangelo in the Sistine Chapel, and of course, the paintings by all the other painters who participated, among whom one of my favorites was Botticelli, who painted the birth of Venus, one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. The woman who modeled for this work of art was acclaimed as the most beautiful woman in Florence at the time. I wonder if we’ll see some more paintings of her, or similar beautiful women, when we visit Florence.
You are probably wondering where and how we got all this information. It turned out that Victoria was an official city guide when she was studying interior decoration and architecture, which in the end led her to her job as a realtor. She worked as a guide during the school vacations and weekends to make some money. She really is a fountain of knowledge. Even Gina was learning some new stuff as we went along. While walking, we discovered that Egypt is not the only country sporting pyramids, but also Rome has one, and it also served as a tomb. We got a refresher course on the history of Rome, about Romulus and Remus, the seven hills that were the base of the city, and how it all started and influenced the whole Western European civilization.
In the evening, we went for dinner at one of Gina’s and also Catharina’s favorite restaurants. Lew will certainly know the place, as it was the restaurant Catharina took him to when they met for the first time so many years ago. Antonio, the original owner, remembers it as if it were yesterday. Now the place is run by Antonio Jr., his son. He is a fun guy to be around, good-looking as well, and if he hadn’t been happily married, I wouldn’t have minded taking him for a spin. I sure as hell, despite being a lesbian, wouldn’t mind trying a Latin lover for a change. Maybe we’ll find one during our vacation here.
(If, at this point, Fleur would have known what awaited them in Tuscany, she would already have creamed her panties.)
After the intensive sightseeing and the dinner, and in view of our trip to Tuscany, Victoria proposed a day of rest tomorrow, just soaking up the sun and having a swim. We totally agreed. So the next part of my report will cover our trip to Tuscany. I’m really looking forward to that.
Cheers for now, Fleur.
I really wondered what the Canadian girls were going to think of the winery and Antonia, so I waited and waited for the next mail to arrive. After five days, I was fed up and called Tanja. She finally picked up after the tenth ring.
“Tanja.”
“Oh, hi Lew, what’s up?”
“What’s up? I want to know if you got a report from the girls’ trip to Tuscany?”
“Yes, now that you mention it, I got it yesterday; haven’t I forwarded it to you yet?”
“NO, YOU HAVEN’T.”
“Sorry about that, but I’ve been so busy, it probably slipped my mind. I’ll send it this evening.”
“Why not right away?”
“I’m not at home or in the club, so I don’t have access to my computer right now.”
“Well, don’t forget it.”
“I won’t, Lew. One thing I can already tell you is that you’re going to have a field day. The next day in Rome turned out completely different from what they expected.”
“They were planning a rest day, weren’t they?”
“Yes, they were, but Victoria decided differently, but you’ll have to read about it. Sorry, I’ve got to run.” And she put the phone down.
Sometimes I could wring that woman’s neck. She really has a knack for making you curious and then letting you hang. I guess I’ll have to wait until only God and Tanja know what time she’ll send the message to me. And wait, I did. It was past ten when my computer finally pinged to announce the arrival of a new message. I quickly opened it.
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Subject: Fwd: Our Day of Rest
Tanja,
Believe it or not, but our day of rest turned out completely different than we expected. It started very relaxing. We slept in until nine and enjoyed the breakfast that had been delivered to our door. We took our time to shower and have leisurely sex next to the pool. We ordered some pizzas from a local pizzeria, which Gina had recommended to us, and ate them outdoors while enjoying a nice bottle of wine from the Tuscan winery Gina gave us in preparation for our visit the next day. As you can imagine, we felt a bit sleepy after and adjourned inside to have a siesta.
All of a sudden, after about half an hour, we were woken by some loud banging on the front door of the villa. Still half asleep, I went to see what all the racket was about. When I tried to look through the peephole, I couldn’t see anything, so, being in the nude, I opened the door very carefully to take a peek when somebody from the outside pushed it completely open. He or she was wearing a mask, one of those elaborate Venetian ones, so I guessed it was a she. She grabbed my arms, spun me around, and put handcuffs on my wrists and a blindfold over my eyes. All I could do was scream, hoping that Zoë would hear me and come to my rescue.
I heard Zoë come running, but she was stopped by, I could only guess, another person who had forced his or her way in. I heard Zoë shout, Who are you? What do you want from us? But no answer came. A fight started, and from what I could make out, Zoë was seriously defending herself. I had no idea if she succeeded in fighting off the intruder or intruders. I had no idea how many there were.
All of a sudden, I heard handcuffs click, and shortly thereafter, Zoë went quiet from what I guessed was some sort of gag put in her mouth. I could only assume she was blindfolded as well, as I heard her muffled protest.
Then whoever was inside the house pulled me by the handcuffs in a certain direction. Because of the skirmish and the blindfold, I had no idea in which direction the assailant was leading me. We came to a halt, and I heard a door open and was pushed through. I also heard Zoë behind me also being shoved into whichever room they pushed us in. We finally came to a halt.
I heard and felt something being attached to the handcuffs, and all of a sudden, my arms were pulled up into the air to a point I had to stand on tiptoe. I had no idea what was happening to Zoë, but I heard her thrashing about. I was really scared now. After all, we were naked and tied up in a way they could do anything with me, what they wanted, well, at least I was. I had no idea if Zoë was in a similar position.
All of a sudden, I heard a swishing noise, and something stung my bottom. It hurt like hell. I yelled to stop this immediately, but the only response I got was a repeat of the first blow and a gruff Shut up. After the second blow, I felt a pair of hands sliding over my boobs, grabbing and squeezing them. I was terrified of what was to come next.
The blindfold was yanked from my eyes, and I blinked against the bright light shining straight into my face. I still couldn’t see who was assaulting us, but I started to plead to let us go.
Please let us go; we can pay you. Tell us how much you want to release us.
So you want to pay us, little girl, to let you go?
Yes, just tell us how much you want.
And then both aggressors standing behind me started laughing. From the laugh, I could clearly hear they were women. One of them said, What shall we do, release them or have some more fun with them?
The second one replied, No, let’s have some more fun with them. I would love to see them squirm.
And then it hit me; I knew those voices.
Is that you, Victoria? I asked timidly.
I thought you’d never guess, came the reply.
From my right side, I heard Zoë try to say something as well, but it was incomprehensible due to the gag in her mouth. Then the bright light was switched off, and I could see the room I was in. The Red Room. I could now also see where Zoë was; she was lying on the big black bed, her arms above her head like mine and her legs wide open, tied to the posts at the foot of the bed. Our assessors, as you can guess by now, were Victoria and Gina.
Our quiet day had all of a sudden turned into a full-fledged BDSM session.
Did you really think we would let you get off without a session in the Red Room, Fleur? Victoria said.
No, of course you didn’t, Gina added.
I couldn’t help but confess we had been really scared, with all these stories about the mafia in Italy kidnapping young women to sell them into sex slavery in the Middle East. That got me a big laugh, followed by the remark that we shouldn’t believe all these cock-and-bull stories published in the tabloids. We stood as much of a chance of getting abducted here in Italy as we would in Canada. They assured us they only wanted to have some good BDSM fun with us. They had heard all the stories you told them, Tanja, about our stay in Antwerp and at the club.
The next thing was to establish the connection between pain and fun, as you always claim to do. We both got a Magic Wand applied to our pussies--correction, Zoë had a Wand attached to her inner thigh with the vibrating head against her clit, and I got a couple of vibrating balls shoved up my pussy. Do I need to mention we went quickly up to eight on the orgasm scale?
Unfortunately, that’s where they kept us, with an occasional peak to nine. Oh my God, the sweet torture. What they had in mind was to combine it with some real torture. The whipping continued on my body; not only my ass, but also my back and my boobs got hit. My ass got a portion of paddling. My back was adorned with numerous red lines put there with a thin whip that Victoria conjured up out of one of the many drawers or cabinets, visible or hidden, in the room. My boobs were not forgotten but embellished with a couple of nipple clamps. The Japanese variety I learned, which, during the whole process, were weighed down with some little balls of lead, adding pressure as more and more were attached to them, pulling my boobs down.
Gina had a serious go at Zoë, starting with her lovely dark nipples, which she adorned with bamboo clamps, letting them snap shut and creating extra pain. I could tell from Zoë’s screaming reaction. God, sometimes she’s just a baby. To increase Zoë’s pleasure, Gina removed the Magic Wand rather quickly and replaced it with a huge vibrating dildo. Somebody must have told her, but I have no idea where she got the information that Zoë loves big dildos shoved up her box.
Next was tickling. As Zoë had been tied into the spread-eagle position, she was completely open to all kinds of tickling. Gina found herself a big feather duster and began tickling the inside of Zoë’s upper arms, sliding up to her armpit, a notorious ticklish spot. Zoë was squirming like crazy, but that was nothing compared to the way she was screaming when Gina descended towards her feet. When she hit that spot, I think that Gina regretted having removed Zoë’s gag.
At a certain point, they left us, me standing up on my toes, which in the meantime was creating some serious pain in my calves. I had no idea how long they were away, but it felt like an hour. It turned out to be about ten minutes. Both of us were at the brink of an orgasm, but we needed just a little bit more to go over it.
When they returned, they switched partners. Gina came to me, and Victoria started to play with Zoë. I was lowered and moved to a metal contraption where my feet were encased in big boots and my wrists attached to a bar above me, nicely spread-eagled in a vertical position. Then Gina hit a button on the side, and I was turned upside down. This position gave her perfect oral access to my pussy, of which she gratefully took advantage, starting to lick around it to end up painting my labia and clit with her saliva. I sure hoped that she was going to take me over the edge. Having been on the brink for more than forty-five minutes was more than enough for me.
I saw Victoria slide up the bed and move between Zoë’s wide-open legs to start licking and sucking, but mainly concentrating on her little ball of nerves at the top. It still took both of them about ten minutes to bring us to the top, keeping us on edge most of the time.
When we finally orgasmed--and believe it or not, they made us orgasm exactly at the same moment--it was fabulous. Never before had I been kept on edge for so long and toyed with in all these different ways. The same applied to Zoë; this time, she even screamed harder than when she was being tickled or tortured. I sure hope that the walls kept the noise inside. I was then turned back into a normal position and released, and Zoë was set free as well.
When Gin and Victoria had come back in, they too had removed their clothes, so we all cuddled together naked on the big black bed. We played for at least another hour, just cuddling and licking each other. It resulted in another few orgasms for us and also for our friends. Finally, we all fell asleep and woke up around seven in the evening. They took us back to their villa, and we had a simple but nice evening meal together in the buff.
When we returned to our own abode, we fell asleep even before our heads hit the pillow. So much for our day of rest.
Cheerio from sunny Italy,
Fleur and Zoë