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La SpeziaI vividly remember our first vacation alone…without kids, away from our jobs, and our responsibilities.Our life together was splendid. We had a beautiful house and two beautiful girls. They were always with us whatever we were doing, wherever we were going. But after a few years of playing good parents all the time, we wanted and needed some time just for ourselves.I believe that Anna’s parents recognized this need and graciously offered to take care of the girls for a couple of weeks. They suggested we should just take off; fly away somewhere and have a good time. We gladly accepted the present.We pulled out the globe to choose a place to go for our escapade: the charming Cinque Terre in Italy. This is a coastal area in the Liguria region consisting of five villages: Monterosso, Vernazza, Corniglia, Manarola, and Riomaggiore. For our stay, we picked the village of Corniglia because it, unlike the other four villages, is not adjacent to the sea. Corniglia sits on the top of a promontory. To get into town from the train station, you have to climb 377 brick steps.And I remember our first, special evening. That afternoon we took the train to La Spezia to indulge ourselves in a little shopping and have dinner in one of the restaurants on the seafront.At that time, Anna was thirty years old, blonde with marine blue eyes, and at five eight and 135 pounds, she was a total knockout! That night she was glowing. She looked like Escort elvankent a runway model, wearing a tailored, light mint dress with a plunging neckline and a high slit on the left side. She matched it with a gold pair of sandals, two-inch square heels that were comfortable enough to walk around in, and a pair of summer stay-up stockings in a seasonal sand color. That evening she charmed everyone while strolling in the busy streets of the city center, as well as inside the restaurant afterward.I wore a white linen shirt, blue dress pants, driving shoes, and a clean look that I thought complimented her well.After dinner, we took the train to Riomaggiore. There we stopped for a dessert and an after-dinner drink. The plan was to conclude the evening walking back to Manarola through the magnificent via dell’Amore, “The Lover’s way.” From there, we would take the last train to Corniglia.Anna already had a couple of glasses of wine, which were enough to make her a little tipsy and open to some fun. But the after-dinner shot assured an unforgettable night ahead.La via dell’AmoreLa via dell’Amore trail connects the village of Riomaggiore to Manarola. It has a magical atmosphere as it is excavated through hard rock, winding along the rock face overhanging the sea. The trail is less than one kilometer long. It’s an easy thirty-minute walk.We entered through a rusty iron gate and started our emek escort walk. Anna was fascinated by these five villages, their people, the traditions, and the whole atmosphere. So I told her some of the things that I had learned.“My love, we are walking perhaps on one of the most beautiful trails in the world, and for sure the most romantic. It was built in 1920 to ease the connection between the two towns during the railway construction. In those times, each of the villages was practically isolated. For this reason, they spoke different dialects, cooked different meals,” and I added, “and it was rare to marry someone outside your town.”“Wow! This is so cool!” Anna replied.“Once the railway was completed, this pathway became a wonderful way for young ones from the two villages to meet secretly. As you can see there are plenty of secluded spots along this trail. Lovely little hiding places for lovers to engage in a romantic rendezvous,” I added playfully.“I see, and what kind of rendezvous do you have in mind for us tonight?”“Don’t concern yourself with what’s ahead of you. For now, let’s sit down and enjoy the sea breeze. It is a wonderful evening.”We stopped on a stone bench, one of the many along the way remarkably carved from the rock. I sat straight up while she was lying supine with the back of her head resting on my legs. With this arrangement, the slit on the dress opened up and uncovered eryaman escort bayan her left leg, the lace top of the stay-up stockings, and her lack of panties.Anna did not see anything because it was truly dark, despite the random lights and the full moon. She was enthralled by the restless waves crashing against the rocks. It was having an erotic effect on her.We were both getting in the mood. Then she slowly slipped down the straps of her dress, uncovering her breasts. She reached out for my hands, pulled them toward her, and placed them on top of them. I loved to cup her breasts; to wrap my fingers around their fullness and squeeze them softly, and then slowly rotate my hands around their entire surfaces. She just lay there enjoying the massage and giving herself to me.Out of nowhere came two guys with flashlights in hand, as if they were searching for something. Because of the darkness, they didn’t know that we were sitting there. So it was a surprise when the light first pointed right at Anna’s face. Then the light moved down to her tits, which I clumsily attempted to cover with my hands. Then, in slow motion, the light illuminated the rest of her body.The taller of the two guys told us, “Sorry to bother you. We lost a backpack. By chance have you seen it?”“We were sitting on this bench earlier. We thought we left it here,” the other guy added.“I am afraid there is no backpack here,” I said while deliberately lifting my hands from Anna’s tits.I did not realize that, once my eyes got adjusted to the darkness, Anna’s tits were visible to everyone. And so were her legs, the stockings, and probably more from the guys’ perspectives. That was the reason why our backpack hunters lingered around us for a while.
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