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We made love on a beach in Italy.
I was from America and he was from Italy. Our common language was passion.
I went to Italy with a girlfriend but was tired, so went out alone. I was sipping my glass of wine at the bar when Antonio set down on the stool next to me.
My Italian was sparse, so didn’t want to even try. He leaned over and said, “Hello.”
Did I reak American”? He was for sure Italian. I responded back. “Ciao.”
His eyes seemed kind and gentle. It was cold outside but I couldn’t evade his muscles showing beneath his sweater.
He caught me looking. I saw him pause. Hee knew That I was attracted. He looked at me my wine glass that was almost empty and asked, “Can I buy you another?”d.
His broken English made me hot. I mean the juices in my pussy were definitely mounting and my clitoris was throbbing.
I said yes. So we drank four glasses together. Then a couple of shots.
The bar was about four blocks from the beach, so we giggle and staggered to the beach.
We threw our shoes aside and the sand between our toes was intoxicating. It was just us and the earth.
We dropped to our knees and kissed.
