Date: Thu, 30 Aug 2007 12:01:00 -0700 From: Jan ' Subject: italian Holiday for Eve (lesbian / adult youth, f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of between a teenager and a woman. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2007 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Italian Holiday for Eve By Jan It was an exciting adventure for Eve to spend a summer holiday in the mountains with her aunt and uncle. They drove from Torino north on AS/E25 until they reached Port San Martin where they turned off on SR44 and continued north to the small mountain community of Gressoney. They had rented a mountain cabin for a couple of week's holiday. They quickly settled into the cabin. Eve's aunt and uncle had some friends they liked to visit with a lot. They didn't force Eve to go with them to visit their friends because they understood that a healthy eighteen year old would rather make friends with young people her age. Eve quickly discovered a mountain trail she liked to hike. It had some magnificent views and there were plenty of streams to cross over. The water was clean and cold to drink. The air smelled of pines the trails were not hard to climb. She could lose herself in thought while listing to the crunch of her shoes on the pine needles and rocks and the sound of birds. There was the almost constant sound of woodpeckers knocking their beaks into trees. It almost sounded like the sound of hammers constructing buildings until she figured out that it was woodpeckers. The breeze in the trees added to the sound of running water. As much as Eve enjoyed the solitude she was reminded constantly that there were plenty of woodland creatures around her. She rarely ever came across another hiker on the trail. One day she came across a woman in a clearing painting the view of "Valle d'Aosta" from the mountain. The woman was sitting on a folding stool with a wooden easel in front of her. Everything was obviously designed to fold up into a case she could sling over her back and carry in and out of the mountains. Eve approached her and smiled at her and said, "Hello." She stood behind her to admire her skill at painting. She soon noticed that her shadow was being cast onto the canvas and it was disturbing the artist. She apologized and moved to the side. The woman smiled and thanked her for her understanding. She dipped her brush into a container of turpentine and carefully wiped the brush with a rag. She placed the brush in a plastic container and wiped her hands off then she held out her hand in greeting. "My name is Carla." She said. "I have seen you on the trail a couple of times." Eve said, "My name is Eve but my friends call me Pinky. I never noticed you before." The woman beamed, "I make it a practice to select a location to do my paintings that allow me to blend into the background." She picked up a sketch pad and allowed Eve to flip through it. There were brilliantly done sketches of animals and birds then she saw a couple of sketches of her in clothes she had on just the other day. Eve was duly impressed with her skill and complemented her. Eve was impressed with the natural beauty of this obviously older woman. She had an even tan all over what Eve could see of her body. She was slender and athletic looking. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail to keep it out of her way. It was naturally dark, almost chestnut. It looked appropriate the way it swept back and blended into the ponytail. Her wide face had full sensual lips that looked like they were about to kiss someone. The green eyes were mischievous looking, as if she had a secret she wanted to tell. Eve felt an immediate attraction to the woman. Her accent was very cultured. She spoke without a trace of the local mix of French in her Italian. She assumed she was from a big city like Roma. She was surprised that she would have such strong sexual feelings for an older woman that she had just met. She also felt that Carla had the same feelings for her. They shared water from a plastic bottle while talking about the beauty of the mountains as Carla folded up her equipment and placed her canvas in a container that would protect it from touching anything to prevent smudging it. When she had everything packed up and the stool tied to the back she slung it over her shoulders and walked back down the trail with Eve. They continued to talk and agreed to meet at the portal to the trail the next day. For the next few days Eve followed the woman to a variety of locations off the beaten trail and chatted with her while the woman sketched or painted. Every time Eve got to scan the sketch pad she noticed several new sketches of her. There were studies of her walking and portraits of her face from a variety of angles. Eve suspected that Carla wanted to do more than just sketch her but she never suggested anything. Every time she thought Carla was about to suggest something she would stop and change the subject. One day Eve could not stand it any longer. "Would you like to paint me in the nude? I would be happy to show you my naked body." Carla blushed through her dark tan. She had selected one of her favorite secluded places to paint because she knew that even if a hiker were to come up or down the trail, they would never see them. Eve could tell that Carla was interested in her very much. She is 1,68 mt tall and she is 52 Kg. She just started taking off her clothes. That was not much of a task. All Eve had on was thick soled hiking boots with thick wool socks rolled down to the ankles, a black tank top jersey, silk jogging shorts and nylon panties. She had a little fanny pack around her waist with a half liter bottle of water attached. Eve could see the lust in Carla's face as she saw her body being exposed. Carla asked, "Can I touch your body?" Eve smiled, "You can do what ever you wish with my body if I can touch yours." They lay down on a bed of pine needles and Carla started kissing Eve's face while she placed her hands on Eve's body and felt every inch of her. Eve was struggling with Carla's clothes. Carla had on hiking boots too, walking shorts and a tan short sleeved safari shirt and a handkerchief around her neck. Carla told Eve, "I was reluctant to reveal my feeling for you because I was not sure you felt the same as me and I have never had sex with anyone as young as you before." Eve assured her, "I have been dating girls back home for years now and I don't care how old you are. I was attracted to you the minute I saw you. How old are you anyway?" Carla was a little reluctant to tell the truth, "I am 55-years old. Does that disturb you?" Eve had just opened her safari shirt she leaned over and took one of her tan breasts in her hand and admired the dark areola and nipple. "If I looked like you I would be seducing every teenager in town." She covered Carla's nipple with her mouth and sucked it as hard as she could. Carla stroked the back of her head and smiled in satisfaction. When Eve had her totally naked she could not resist inspecting Carla's pussy. Carla's tan was all over her body. It attested to the fact that she must spend a lot of time in the woods totally naked. She was impressed with Carla's pubic hair. It was thick and it was obvious that she only shaved the hairs that would stick out beyond her panties. She could smell her crotch and it was the odor of pure womanhood. When she parted the flabby labia she saw the woman's urethra, clit and with her vagina gaping open she saw the ragged remains of her hymen. Carla was to find out just how skilled Eve was at sucking pussy. Carla returned the favor too. No part of Eve's body was off limits to Carla. She not only sucked her breasts until the nipples were raw she sucked her pussy until Eve climaxed several times. Carla even lifted Eve's legs up to have access to her pink rosebud of an asshole. No one had ever licked her asshole before and she loved it. For the rest of the holiday Eve could not get enough of Carla's love. They met early every morning when the dew was still on the ground and the base of the mountains were in the clouds and they stayed out until they were walking down the trail almost in the dark. A couple of time Carla took Eve home to her cabin and the two of them spent the day behind locked doors where they enjoyed the comfort of clean sheets of her bed. It was as if sex was all of the food they desired. They both fell in love with each other and their parting was painful. For a long time they sent letters back and forth to each other. If Eve's parents had ever opened her mail they would have been shocked at how erotic Carla's letters were. They have managed to plan another holiday with each other. Carla wants to go to the Italian Riviera where they can share an apartment. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com