Boyfriend For A Week – Match Made In Heaven

A Week In Capri

Taking a trip alone had never been my intentions.  Then after catching my husband cheating with my sister, and quitting a job I hated, I booked a last-minute escape for myself to Capri.  While keeping my eyes open for a boyfriend for the week, my plans didn’t venture beyond drinking wine and finding a fresh perspective.  Finding myself at a seaside cafe on the first night, I finally felt relaxed enough to begin trolling for a boyfriend for a week.  I was halfway through my second glass of sauvignon blanc when I noticed him.

Do You want It Fast Or Do You Want It Good?

He caught me staring.  Instead of looking away, he smiled and introduced himself with a British accent as Darren.  Then offering his hand.  His fingers wrapped around mine and lingered.  He was effortlessly gorgeous and exactly what I was looking for in a boyfriend for a week.

As we were walking along the waterfront, he kissed me.  Softly at first, then deeply.  Growing with hunger.  It felt overdue, like an endless aching need I’ve had for a while.  Walking me to my hotel wasn’t enough.  My panties, now soaking wet needed to come off.  Longing to feel his tongue on my aching clit, I invited him in without a mere thought of crossing lines.  Delighted and grateful for my invitation, he was just as eager as me.  My dress dropping to the floor as we closed the door behind us.  His tongue quickly going to work.  My boyfriend for a week displayed his immense talent for eating pussy.  Making me cum again and again.

Needless to say, the sex to follow left nothing to be desired.  Lifting me up and sitting me down on his stiff and throbbing cock, bouncing me with his thrust, like a well-lubed machine.  Soon after, pounding me from behind like a jackhammer.  Causing my cock deprived pussy to squirt over and over.

Bitten Bound And Breathless- Boyfriend For A Weekend

The next morning, he left a note.  “Breakfast and the beach?”  I don’t think I’ve ever looked forward to something so much in my life.  The days became a blur of salt, drinks, laughter and hot kinky sex.  My boyfriend for a week and I taking advantage of our surroundings.  His huge warm hands on my naked body.  My mouth wrapped around his cock.  My titties bouncing in his face while eagerly mounting him like it was the last chance I’d ever get.

We didn’t sleep much, we didn’t want to waste a single moment.  Every place was a possibility, every look an invitation.  Never talking about real life, we barely talked about what came next.  It was like a spell of desire and sexual Bliss. Capri wasn’t just a location, it became a playground. The cliffs echoed with our moans, and every sunset ended with us tangled in bedsheets, drenched in sweat and laughter. His taste still lingers on my lips. And even now, every time I smell the sea, I remember how it felt to be touched like that. To be wanted, without apology.

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