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On Holiday

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A totally random encounter.


I took a holiday last week and went to Pompei. You know, there are times when the place is almost deserted, and I loved it. I am something of a loner and as I wandered around the deserted streets, I tried to imagine what it must have been like back then.

The Pompeians had such a love of life and it is totally true what they say. The brothels are obvious and the artwork is positively erotic. Erotic enough to arouse my feelings. Under my thin summer dress, my panties were already feeling unmistakably moist.

I went into one of the ruined brothels, and tried to think about what went on here. Orgies? 1:1, threesomes? Moresomes? Certainly same sex as well as hetrosexual sex. For a delicious moment, I thought of myself as one of the whores.

Clearly, I was lost in my own erotic world or I would have heard him approach. The first awareness I had of him was when his hands cupped my breasts from behind. He slipped the shoulder straps down and tugged the top of my dress down exposing my very small, but exquisitely sensitive breasts. Then he started to tease and tweak my nipples. I reached behind myself and found his bulge and soon unzipped him and was wanking him behind my back. Meanwhile, he had unzipped my dress and it had fallen to the floor. His hand had travelled down and into my panties where he was working with great expertise on my clit.

If anyone had come in, I would NOT have wanted to stop.

The orgasm was fast and utterly savage. I came hard right into my panties. Then, as he was closer, I turned to face him and jacked him until he shot his load onto my tummy and the front of my panties.

He smiled, and said in a lovely sexy and very English voice. 'Thank you, whore. How much do I owe you.' I heard myself reply £10.00 please. You know, he actually paid me. And once he had, he left. As he got to the door, I said 'Would you like to book another appointment?' he smiled and left.

So I stood there for a moment, realising that in this ancient place of such monumental sadness, I had for a moment, put the building back to its original use.

And for a moment, I lived out the role play of being a whore. I masturbated myself silly that night.



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