Buongiorno a tutti!
You've been extra patient waiting two weeks for your Mid-Day-Mid-Week-Matinee, and I thank you. Let us see what Fabio and Francesca have been up to, and as usual, I hope this gets you through the remainder of the week!
***WARNING***
The following story is not for the faint of heart and is NOT intended for those under the age of 18! Consider yourself forewarned!
The Midday Ride of Francesca Rivera
They trotted on the mare to the edge of the orange grove
–where the surrounding olive trees stood as a line of demarcation between the
property and the beach.
“This is beautiful, Fabio!”
Francesca had abandoned all fear as she alone now held onto the reigns
–she was a natural. They emerged from the shelter of the foliage to the white
sandy beach.
“Now, I want you to take us over by the rocks.” He pointed to the left where sandstone
boulders created a natural border in the cove.
To the right, palm trees stretched to within feet of the water.
Francesca pulled back on the reigns and Snow stopped. Fabio
dismounted first and secured the bridle then helped Francesca down. He placed his backpack on the rocks and took
out a bag of carrots and apple slices; his mare neighed. Next, he pulled out a blanket and spread it
20 feet away from the rocks.
The sun, as it had been for the past few days, was hot, and
Fabio removed his shirt…and his boots…socks…pants.... Francesca looked at her
lover in disbelief then around the beach; she was sure she would find someone
close enough to see what Fabio was doing.
She didn’t. When she turned back
to look at Fabio, he was naked.
“Last one in the water doesn’t get ridden!” He taunted running into the water and
disappearing under a wave as he dove in.
“Fabio!” Accepting
his words as an invitation, Francesca moved to the blanket and likewise
stripped; running in Fabio’s direction she stopped at the edge of the
water. She dipped a toe in. “It’s cold!”
She yelled.
“It gets warmer the longer you’re in!” He shouted back. Francesca ran in, breasts bouncing and bottom
jiggling all to Fabio’s delight. He
disappeared under the water again and reappeared behind her. He grabbed her and pulled her under a
wave.
As Fabio stood, he lifted Francesca up in his arms pulling
her body up against his. He was aroused,
and when he kissed her, so was she.
Fabio picked Francesca up by the cheeks of her bottom and
spread her thighs, and she continued the motion wrapping her legs around his
waist. He began to walk back to the
blanket. Fabio lowered her to the cotton
fabric then stepped on the edge, trying to remove some of the sand from his
feet. Then he did the most peculiar
thing. He lied down in the center of the
blanket and spread his legs; with one
arm folded behind his head as a makeshift pillow, the other hand he used to
stroke himself.
“Fabio?” Francesca was somewhat confused.
“You heard me, ‘Last
one in the water doesn’t get ridden!’”
“I’m not sure what you mean.” She stated.
“You’re on top
this afternoon!” He instructed
Francesca knelt beside him then straddled her knees on
either side of his hips. She lowered her
head to kiss him. “I don’t know what to
do next,” she whispered a little embarrassed.
Fabio guided the head of his penis to the opening of her
vagina, allowing it to stimulate her outer lips, then inner lips, but not
penetrate; he wanted her to do the
work.
Wet, but this time not because of the water, she wanted to feel him inside her, and Francesca rested
on her haunches –a motion which proved just enough to take in his head. Fabio closed his eyes, bit his lower lip and
moaned in response. “I don’t know what
to do next, Fabio.”
He exhaled then looked up at her, “Pretend you’re riding the
horse.”
“Riding the
horse?” She questioned and giggled at
the thought.
“Yes…what was the
first thing I taught you?”
Francesca thought back to when she mounted the horse. “You said to sit erect because it makes it
easier to balance.” Following her own
words this time, she sat up and felt Fabio slide in. “Oh!” She gasped and he smiled.
“And next?” Fabio
coached.
“Then pull firmly on the reigns.” She watched Fabio bend both arms at the
elbows causing each palm to form a platform.
He raised his thumbs and she grabbed hold of each.
“And now?” He guided.
“I’m to,” She paused to remember what he had said. “I’m to feel
the horse move beneath me –when the horse bounces, I bounce.” Fabio thrust his hips up towards Francesca
and she bounced up and then came back down, slipping further down his shaft.
“Oh!” She gasped in ecstasy, right
before reality stepped in. “You pervert! You weren’t teaching me how to ride a horse…you were teaching me how to
ride you!”
“Brava, Gioia!”
He praised, right before he thrust into her
again, and she, no longer a novice at
riding,
followed his rhythm and rode, faster and harder, taking in more of him with
each stroke.
Fabio enjoyed the
sight of her breasts bouncing above him
and the
feeling as she alone took
over the reigns and
rode him –she
was a natural.
Fabio resisted the urge to cum, until he could no longer
contain himself. He pulled his hands
away from Francesca’s. Firmly planting his palms on her hips, he restrained her
movement as his penis pulsated deep within her.
He moaned, “Ride me cowgirl!” Fabio barely finished when Francesca
dismounted and headed back in to the water.
“Where are you going?” He yelled.
“Last one in, doesn’t get ridden tonight!” She yelled
back.
Fabio rushed in after her.
Baci a tutti!
Sella Notte
Day 165: Wednesday April 25th 2012
Designer: Luichiny
Name: Sweet Feet
Color: Pink Multi
Style: T-Strap Stiletto Sandal
Heel: 4.75 Inches (12.07 cm)
Platform: 1 inch (2.54 cm)
Material: Multi Leather Uppers
Dress: Merona by Target, Bag: Nine & Co.
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