George and Me Part 1

I had been saving for a trip to Italy for two years. I finally got up the guts to do it alone. I booked a two week trip that covered all the major cities and some coastal towns. The trip was meant for singles, but I wasn’t interested in meeting anyone.

We left on a Sunday, and got in early Monday morning Italy time. I was exhausted, but we had a tour planned for that day. I got on the bus and we headed out to a little coastal town. I looked like a tourist: shorts, comfortable shoes, sunglasses, and huge backpack. But underneath it all I knew I had something to offer: tight tummy and legs, 36C breasts, and a killer libido!

When we go to the town, we took a small walking tour but then had a few hours to wander before our hotel rooms would be available. I found myself down by the water, admiring the gorgeous boats and homes. I was sitting, diggin around for a bottle of water, when someone came and sat down beside me.

“Hello,” the voice said. I looked over to my right. It was George Clooney. I knew he had a home on the coast of Italy but I had no idea it was in this town.
“Hello,” I replied, smiling. I was in shock…but played it cool. I continued digging in my bag for water.
“I’m George,” he said, sticking out his hand for me to shake it. I looked at him, blushing. I shook his hand meekly.
“I’m Erin,” I replied. He had the most incredible smile, and such a soft look in his eyes.
“Nice to meet you,” he said, “is this your first time in Italy?”. I had finally found my water and opened it. I nodded while taking a sip.
“Yes, actually it is. I’ve been trying to make it over here for years,” I replied.
“Can I show you around town?” he asked. Wow. Ok. Wow.
“That would be nice,” I said shyly.

We headed up the hill into town, all the while he was pointing out buildings, giving me history lessons. We came to the edge of town and the view to the water was incredible.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, looking out.
“Yes it is,” he said. I turned to face him and he was looking right at me. I blushed crimson.

We walked for another hour, talking about where we had traveled, where we would like to travel. He had obviously done more than me since I was only 25 and he was 20 years my senior. We finally reached my hotel at 4, and I prepared to say goodbye.

“This has been wonderful George,” I said, smiling.
“Are you free for dinner?” he asked quickly…almost shyly. I was dumbstruck.
“Umm, I think so,” I said.
“Great, can I pick you up here at 7?” he asked.
I smiled and nodded. He leaned in and kissed my cheek gently. The heat from his mouth burned into my skin.

I danced around my hotel room as I got ready for my date. I was so excited. Who knew that a little copy-editor from Chicago could land a date with a major celebrity! I put on a silk halter top, a comfortable skirt and heels, and a spritz of perfume.

George was on time…right at 7pm. He brought me a gorgeous pink flower that I tucked into my loosely pulled back hairstyle. He kissed my cheek again.

“You look amazing,” he whispered in my ear. Shivers went down my spine.

He led me to the car, and we drove back to the coast, up to a gorgeous house.
“This is my house,” he said, “I hope you don’t mind but I like dinner out on the veranda.”

“It sounds lovely,” I said. We went inside and he took me on a short tour of the house. We stood out on a balcony (the balcony of the master bedroom) and watched the sun begin to set.

“God this is so gorgeous,” I said. He rested his hand on top of mine. I could feel my heart start to pound in my chest. He took my chin in his hand and turned my face to his. I knew what was about to happen. I closed my eyes, and felt his lips brush mine. It was the softest sweetest kiss I had ever felt. Heat rose from between my legs as his tongue found mine. He tasted like red wine and sex. I was dizzy with pleasure as the kiss deepened. When we finally stopped to breathe, he said,
“Let’s eat!”

Dinner was nothing but flirtation. I fed him my dinner, he fed me his. I rested my foot against his leg, and rubbed it occasionally. Finally, he moved his chair next to mine as we watched the sun set into the water. I began rubbing the back of his head, playing with his hair. He turned to look at me.

“George…” I trailed off. I was intoxicated with him. All he had to do was look at me and I couldn’t speak. I got up from my chair and leaned in and kissed him…my hands on his face. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me into his lap. I could feel his cock against the back of my thigh. All I could think about was running my tongue all over his body. He moved his hands to my hair and devoured my mouth with his own. My nipples were erect against the silk of my blouse, and I could feel the tension in between my legs. He ran his fingertips down my nearly bare back, tickling me gently. I moaned softly.

“I want you,” he said quietly in my ear as he kissed my neck. “I want all of you”.
I was breathless. He stood up and took me by the hand. I looked up at him, into his gorgeous brown eyes. It was my permission. Wordlessly we went in the house, up the stairs, and into the master suite. He clicked the door shut, and not a moment later, his lips were on mine, and his arms were around me.

He was a wonderful kisser. Soft full lips, just enough tongue. His kisses had me aching with desire. I began unbuttoning his shirt as he kissed me. I untucked it from his pants and slid it off his shoulders. It dropped to the floor. He fumbled with the bow tied at the back of my neck that held my blouse in place. I reached behind my neck and untied it but held it up so he could take it off for me. The black silk slid down to my hips, revealing my perfectly taut pink nipples. He just stared. I smiled and giggled a bit. He leaned down and gently took my left nipple in his mouth…sucking it softly. I moaned. He moved to the right nipple, and cupped my ass as he licked and sucked my breast. My hands were in his hair, holding him to me. We moved to the bed, where he laid my down and wiggled my skirt from my hips. I was wearing some black lace panties and he kissed just above my pussy. I felt heat rise up within me.

“You are sexy as hell, Erin,” he said. He was kneeling over me, and I reached up and unbuckled his belt. I could see he was hard and I just wanted to pleasure him. I undid his pants, and slipped them down to his knees. He had on boxers, but his cock was nearly peeking out of the fly. I slid them down, and he popped up, all 7 thick, gorgeous inches of him.

“Lie down,” I said. He lay down on his back and I took his pants and boxers all the way off, and even pulled his socks off. I knelt in front of him, and took his cock in my hand. He smiled. I leaned down and gently took the head of his cock in my mouth. He moaned softly. I moved him further and further into my mouth and then slowly began to suck him. Once it was nice and wet, I began stroking him in unison with my sucking. Occasionally licking his balls, or taking them in my mouth. His hands were in my hair, and when he came close to cumming, he gripped my hair tightly. I pulled him out of my mouth and looked up at him.
“I want your cum,” I said, “I want all of it.” I went back to stroking and he held my head tighter to his body. I felt his body tighten, and then he blew his load down the back of my throat.

“Oh my god,” he said, panting. “Wow!” I sat up and smiled at him. He patted the bed next to him and I curled up beside him. I lay my head on his chest and he gently rubbed my arm. “That was amazing” he said. I looked up at him…I was beaming. He closed his eyes for a bit, and then suddenly sat up and rolled so that he was holding himself up over me. I smiled at him.

“I want to taste you,” he said
. I winked at him. He nuzzled his nose into my belly, kissing me, licking me, down around my belly button. He reach
ed my panties and kissed my pussy lips through the lace. He moved the panties aside and licked again. I thrust my hips against his face. He gently slid the panties over my hips and down my legs on tossed them on the floor. I slid my legs apart, and he buried his face in my wet pussy. He started slow, licking my lips, teasing my clit gently, but then got more aggressive. He slid a finger inside me (god his fingers were long) and rubbed my g-spot. He slid another finger in and spread them apart inside me. All the while licking my clit. I began to moan and press my pussy to his face. I rubbed my taut nipples while he licked and finger fucked my pink bits. “are you going to cum for me Erin?” he asked me. “Mmmmmmmm yes George, it’s all for you baby,” He licked me more rapidly and pressed his fingers harder and harder inside me. The intensity built and finally I let out a long hard moan as my orgasm overtook my body and I shook violently. I lay panting in his arms for more than ten minutes, trying to recover.

to be continued….