The Photo Shop Ch. 56 by candyman666

The Photo Shop Ch. 56 by candyman666

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Chapter 56 Jeff and Rachel’s visit to Italy (part 2).

Rachel.

When Lew was gone, we sort of had an empty feeling, as we were so used to him being around for most of the time on this trip, taking pictures and entertaining us with his stories. Lucky for us, except for Mario maybe, the rest of our Italian friends were fluent in English and they had lots of stories to tell as well. The first thing we needed to do however was to get contracts written and signed. Not an easy task in Italy, Lew had warned us about it. He used to have loads of problems with the Italian legal advisors for his company when he tried to get standardized contracts signed. In the end, we found a compromise with contracts in English which were then translated by a recognized translation company for our Italian partners. This left us the rest of the week to just be tourists.

On our first touristy day, Gina and Catharina took us to the winery in Tuscany where they both had trained for their sommelier diploma. No need to say that by the time we left there both Jeff and I were as drunk as skunks from all the wine tasting. I must say however that Antonia had arranged plenty of food to eat to reduce the effect of the wines a little. It was our own fault: when you taste wine you’re supposed to spit it out, but hey they all tasted so good that we found it a shame to do that. Anyway, aside from tasting lots of wine we also bought lots of wine as well. Antonia was going to handle everything for us to ship it to Florida. We were not the only customers she had in the States, so she knew how to avoid the import pitfalls.

When we got back in the evening, the only thing we were any good for was to fall into bed and sleep it off. Not only did the wines taste wonderful, but they also didn’t give us splitting headaches in the morning.

Knowing how it was going to be at the winery our Italian friends had only foreseen a visit to the sights in Rome the next afternoon, leaving us a leisurely morning enjoying the views from the villa and the surrounding area. In the evening we had dinner again at Marco’s restaurant together with Catharina and Mario. Coffee and grappa were served in their apartment above the restaurant.

I ended up sitting next to Mario and Catharina sat next to Jeff. Mario was telling me in the Italian way, with lots of hand movements, about the good old days when they had opened the restaurant. I don’t know how or why but during his explanation one of his hands ended up on my thigh. It felt nice, not invasive at all, just nice. It felt so good that I started to think “Why don’t you move it up?” I think he could read my mind because shortly after I thought about it, I felt his hand move up a bit. I felt I needed to encourage him and bent forward, allowing him a good view of my cleavage. He got the message and began to gently stroke my inner thigh every time his hand went upward getting closer to my panties.

He looked at me and whispered, “You like?”

I just nodded and immediately felt his hand go all the way up, his thumb touching my pussy through my panties. He must have felt that I was already wet. I winked at Jeff, motioning with my eyes at what Mario was doing to me. That was Jeff’s cue to also put his hand on Catharina’s thigh and stroke it, taking her skirt up. At the same time, he bent towards her and kissed her, producing a passionate response. In no time at all their tongues were exploring each other’s mouths. Mario took the hint and invaded my mouth as well, while his other hand moved towards one of my boobs, stroking it over the material of my dress.

It was high time for me to feel if Mario was up for the job, and he was. I could feel his hard cock trying to get out of his pants. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Catharina get up, take Jeff’s free hand and guide him to what I guessed was one of the many bedrooms in their apartment. The previous time we had only seen the primary bedroom with its king-size bed, on which we had played for several hours, but this time Catharina clearly wanted to have Jeff all to herself.

“Good on you,” I thought, I can have the Latino lover to myself now as well. From there it moved fairly quickly; Mario’s hands were all over me, seeking the zipper to my dress, which he found rather quickly, pulling it down, and allowing him to pull the dress off of me over my shoulders. I helped by getting up so that it fell to the floor, leaving me in my bra and panties. As I suspected, we would have a kind of repeat of our first night. When dressing earlier, I had chosen a very sexy, black lace lingerie set that pushed my boobs up making them look much bigger than they actually are.

Standing just in my underwear, I could see Mario’s cock actually grow. Believe it or not, but I just love to tease older men like Mario or Lew. When they have sex they take their time to make it so much better for you than those youngsters whose only goal is to dump their load in or onto you as fast as possible. I could however see that it was getting a little uncomfortable for Mario in his pants. I quickly got busy with his zipper. Once that was open I pull them down, taking his boxers with them, and setting his wonderful Italian cock completely free. I couldn’t help myself and immediately kissed the bulbous head, taking it between my lips, and letting my tongue play around it. I got an immediate response as it went from hard to rock-hard.

It was a wonderful feeling to let it slide into my mouth, and I guess not only for me. He rewarded me with some satisfied moans, holding my head between both of his hands. After a few minutes, he pulled my mouth off of his cock, put his hands around my shoulders, pulled me up, and began kissing me again. I felt his hands start to wander over my body again, searching for the clip of my bra. Contrary to a lot of men I had sex with in the past, Mario undid it with just two fingers. Once unclasped, he pulled it from my body, setting my boobs free for him to explore further. And explore he did, first with his hand cupping one, while his mouth went looking for the other. When he took the nipple between his lips I felt it get hard, which he clearly enjoyed, pinching the other between his thumb and finger, giving the same effect. Both got the same fair treatment from his mouth and his fingers.

While he was busy with my boobs I undid the buttons of his shirt and removed it, leaving him naked. Ah, I thought, rather different from some of my adventures with Lew, who mysteriously always seems to remain clothed while his female partner is already completely naked, I managed to get Mario in the buff, while I was still wearing my panties. This didn’t last for long as Mario pushed me down on the sofa and began a trip with his mouth and tongue from my boobs over my stomach and abdomen towards the only piece of clothing that was still in place, hiding my most intimate part. As you can imagine the offending piece of clothing was quickly removed by his nimble hands, after which he got busy kissing and licking below sea level.

Going by Catharina’s stories about their sex life, Mario clearly acquired some seriously good pussy eating skills in a very short period of time. Catharina had told me during their visit that Mario went down on her for the very first time in his life during the transatlantic cruise. His tongue was doing some wonderful things to my pussy lips, first licking between my outer and inner folds, then sucking first the right side and then the left side into his hot mouth. When both sides had received this wonderful treatment my inner labia got the same. My juices begin to flow copiously, but that was clearly no problem for him. I heard him swallow, which resulted in an even heftier suction I felt on my kitty.

It quickly became clear that he was determined to give me the best cunnilingus treatment of his life, and he did. The way he was licking and sucking on my pussy lips and clit, coupled with the moaning noises he was making, creating a very arousing vibration in my cunt, and made my orgasm meter rise to heights I had never experienced in my life before.

I was on the brink of cumming, when all of a sudden he stopped.

I looked down at him and asked, “Why’ve you stopped Mario? That was heavenly.”

“I’ve learned that it is sometimes better to hold back a bit to build a more intense reward, and I have to thank you for that piece of knowledge.”

“Me?”

“Yes, after all the adventures you allowed us to experience in Florida, I started thinking about how I could make up for all the years I sexually neglected my beloved Catharina. And believe me, I learned a lot thanks to the internet and the number of books I read on the subject. A whole new world was opened for me.”

“And which world would that be Mario?”

“The world of the female orgasm. You may find it strange that I always believed that women never got horny and didn’t like sex and that they didn’t feel much, that they just felt it was their marital duty to let a man have his way and to bear his children. It made me feel so bad after I found out the truth.”

“That’s very common with men of your generation Mario, but you’ve seen the light, or should I say, you’ve seen the pussy.”

“Yes I have, for the first time on the cruise, and since then I’ve become a real pussy aficionado. I just love everything about them, to look at, play with, and as you just experienced, to explore every alluring detail with my tongue.”