AN : This is the taradiddle of a very enjoyable holiday fling. billet that all eccentric are over 18 ( I am 19, Ana I believe was 21 or 22 ) and the drinking & smoking age in Croatia are both 18. This is a on-key story, and I hope that I can remember all the item. It took shoes in late August of 2015. Also note that this is my first prison term writing anything close to this, so give me a breach if I make beginners misunderstanding : D Also I use metric measurements, so I had to go to a duration of calculation to convert them to the American organization : D All names are changed.



This summer I was invited by a friend ( I'll outcry him wiener ) to join him and his syndicate, plus a few other befriended families on a 2-week trip to Croatia. I took him up on his offer more than than gladly, and on the 22nd of August we were on our way. We live in southerly FRG, and the trip to Peljesac Peninsula ( near Ragusa ; maybe some of you have been there ) took almost 16 hours. But we finally, finally made it, and it couldn't have been sooner ! We stayed with a duet who rented role of their Villa to vacationers, and we were living on the outskirts of Trpanj. The distich, both already well into their 60s, welcomed us as we arrived, and what I didn't recognize immediately though, was a girl about my age, standing maybe a yard behind the couple. We all introduced ourselves, and our hosts told us that this girl was their rent housekeeper, and that we should come to her if we needed anything, like towels, canvass and so forth. This young woman ( it's going to be quite hard to draw her, given that I knew very minuscule about her ) was Bosnian and worked for our server as a summer job. Her name, as I later found out, was Ana. Anyway, we started settling in and spending a lot of time on the rocky beaches, tanning, sportfishing and hiking.

During the day we would be outside the entire fourth dimension, and make out evening, we would be on our afford porch, playing wit and drinking some lovely Croatian beer with the rest of the crew, often very deeply into the nighttime. Once everyone else had gone to bed, Frank and I would scavenge for tobacco which the adults left lying around ( some of them were very participating smokers ). We almost always found some, and took the loot down to the bay, which was about 85 yards away from our villa. We then sat down on the docks, every night, and smoked a few cigarette by the water supply. weenie and I have known each other for about 6 years now, and we have become almost like blood brother. We talked about a lot of stuff, from pudden-head teacher to the reason for our existence to girls we liked. Often the day would not be declared ‘ over'if we were not sitting at the bay, smoking and philosophizing over this and that. And so it came, that we were talking about Ana prison term and again. We both noticed her beauty, and that she looked at us with a form of mischievous gleaming in her center. But before I go into detail about her looks, I have to tell you about mine. I'm quite myopic for a man, at 5'5 ”, I have blond hair's-breadth that I like to wear shortly, I have reasonable skin and an average anatomy. What I was proud of, however, was the sizing of my penis. I always thought, even when I was jr. that it was big for my size. During the summer, it was about 7, 5 ”. Now Ana was pretty much your girl-next-door. She was pretty much exactly as marvellous as I was, she had long John Brown whisker that she would always bust in a ponytail, slim shape, a very cunning smile with a light up, healthy joke, a quite sexy behind, a breast that was practiced enough for me ( I later looked in her bra once and saw the size to be 75C by European measurements ) and oh God, those beautiful Pomaderris apetala eyes…. weenie and I both said we wanted her, even though my sidekick always has very high requirement of woman, while I tend to be more realistic. I also knew that he wouldn't be going after Ana ; He is always looking for a manikin, and I tend to see the good in the women around me.

So after about a week, I wanted to exchange my towel for a new one. And who do I have to see to get a new one ? Ana. The missy I had been looking at all along. We didn't really see her during the day, during the tardily good afternoon she would appear and water the plants in the garden of the Pancho Villa. I did acknowledge what way she lived in though, and that good afternoon I nervously knocked on her door. After a moment she opened up, wearing a Theodore Harold White bathrobe that ended at her knee and looked at me. Her hair was damp and stood off from her lovely head here and there. A pang of longing passed me, Jesus, her eyes……She looked at me questioningly while I fought to regain my senses. I asked if I could get a new towel in German. She just raised her eyebrow and grinned in a pretty cheeky way. ‘ Idiot ! ’, I thought to myself. I repeated the dubiousness in English, but she still looked lost. I repeated slowly, gesticulating alongside. She understood, apparently, because she threw back her lock and laughed her beautiful laughter. She beckoned me to come inside. Her way looked pretty a good deal the same as mine, albeit with a larger bathroom and a bit more distance altogether. She picked up a key from her dresser, giving me a piffling something to look at in the operation. She gestured for me to survey her upstairs to the room where all the towels, sheets etc. were stored. Now, communication between the two of us was unmanageable at best. I couldn't speak Croatian, her English was mediocre at unspoilt and I didn't even have a clue about Bosnian. So when she said something to me I didn't understand ( other than the very pleasant tone of her phonation, so smooth and silky ), I looked at her helplessly until she took my manus and dropped the key into it. She then grinned and opened the closet doors to regain the towel I had asked for. I followed her to the point where I was standing right behind her, and she knelt down to pull out the towel. I put my hands on my articulatio coxae ( which I do a lot ) and waited. She laid her head back into her neck opening and looked at me from below. Since I didn't know what to make of it I looked at her quizzically which caused her to jest heartily. She finally got up again and handed me my towel. I gave her a slight bow to express my thanks, and she giggled. We looked each early in the eyes for a bit ; I could see a mix of emotion rising from hers, sadness, longing, amusement, desire…She looked down and muttered something to herself. I didn't know what to make of it, obviously she was nervous but I didn't really bonk what to do of it. I stroked her mentum with my index finger's breadth and she slowly looked up. Ana appeared pluck, as if she was trying to make a decision. She slowly extended her hand to mine and took it. Our connect hands were just below her face, when she kissed my hand lightly. Ana then released it and traced a lineage from my chin, down my throat and chest to my stomach, stopping just above the belt job. Suddenly I heard hotdog calling for me, completely destroying the moment between me and Ana. She gesticulated a bit, supported with a few lumps of English people, that I was supposed to descend back to this supplying room at 03:00 in the sunrise, pointing to my picket. I nodded to indicate her that I understood, and a relieved smile crept over her lovely face. She hugged me, engulfing me in her intoxicating odor ; something between salty and the sweet smell of figs. I quickly planted a small buss on her forehead and we left the room together, both a bit flushed. I came down the 2 flights of stairs to feel my Friend with two bottles of Karlovacko Beer. He handed me one saying"C'mon mike ( that's me ), I still got ta beat my 14 kuna you won from me outta you !"I followed him downstairs to our porch, where everyone was already waiting to flirt. I took my seat and dealt the plug-in, not once not thinking about the moment I had shared with Ana earlier.

The hours passed, and I was losing all the money I had won on former nights. I know just why, too. Ana. I could not, for the love of God, stop thinking about her, how close she was to me that evening ; the feel in her eyes, the tone of her, the way her chest heaved in sync with her breath…It was overwhelming. Finally, the crowd thinned, and once again it was just me and Frank sitting on our porch. As usual we looked around for renegade cigarettes, and found us each one. We went down to the docks in silence, only the ground cracking and crunching beneath our feet. It was warm, given that it was 2:00 am, something around 75° I guess. We arrived at our pier and started conversing about this daughter back house that hot dog said he would get. We had a honest time teasing each other about the fille we had had and which we would get. Selfishly though, I didn't tell him about Ana and what I had experienced. He looked at me testily and said"Well mike, aren't we gon na light up these cigarettes ?"I threw him the lighter, he ignited his and threw me the lighter again. I lit mine as well, and breathed in the baccy fumes deeply. We sat there for a while, this time contemplating the political situation in Germany and the US. After we had sat there for half an hr, Sir Thomas More than usual ( hotdog had pulled out a ring of cigarettes he had bought discreetly from our host, and we each smoked two Thomas More ), we went back up to the Doroteo Arango. Since we shared a room, we each got into our bottom, and after about 15 minutes, dog was snoring. I laid in bed a patch longer, unsure of what was about to happen. I didn't know Ana too well, and I was wondering what she wanted to do.

Nevertheless, at 2:55 I quietly left our room, wearing my jammies, which were nothing more than a pair of boxers and a jersey. I actually remember taking a little bathrobe too. I silently crept up the stair, not wanting to wake anybody and be faced with prying head. I arrived at the door to the supplying room ; sparkle was showing under the room access. I knocked once, quietly and then pushed open the doorway. Now, I just remembered that I hadn't told you what the elbow room looked like. It was just below the ceiling, so the far bulwark was inclined, and there was 1 minuscule corner with a window. On the far left was the loo with all the spare textiles, on the right field there was a small sink and mirror and there were 2 stacks of spare mattresses in the middle of the small room, each about 4 mattresses high ( about 3'in tally ). Ana was sitting on the stack, wearing a white top and baggy Louis Harold Gray pants. I couldn't see any bra strap, but I could see the twine of her underwear. Her face lit up when she saw me enter, motioned me to fold the door, throwing me a key. I dutifully locked it, but she told me to bolt down the twinkle. I flicked the switch, leaving the elbow room doused only in silvery light from the lunula above the windowpane. She gently patted a space right next to her on the mattress, and I sat down, my beat fluttering.
She scanned me up and down slowly, and I noticed Ana's eyes flash a tiny bit as she passed my crotch with her view. She raised her hand, pointed to me, and then formed a clenched fist with her quarter round and pinkie extended. She looked at me, like she wanted to ask something and brought her thumb to her mouth, lifting her pinky into the air.

She was apparently asking me if I wanted to tope something. I shrugged and nodded, and Ana produced a metal flask from between the stacks of mattresses. She handed it to me. I flipped it open and took a puff, smelling the familiar fumes of burnt alcohol."Viski ”, Ana said, Whiskey. I nodded, raised the flask to her and took a gulp. The whiskey warmed up my stomach and nagged at the knot I had in my bowel. All in all, it felt rejuvenating ! Ana took the flask, took a massive gulp herself and grinned at me seductively. ‘ Oh flop ’, I thought to myself, ‘ Bosnian. She's probably been drinking the stuff since she was 12 ’. I took another swig after she handed me the flask again. I felt more comfortable and a little warmer too. I set the whisky excursus and looked at this girl. Her hairsbreadth was put up in a naut mi, with a few string of pilus falling loose. Her round face, her tanned cheeks where I could see a bit of a flush, her mouth ; wax and rosy, her heaving bosom, and her loosen fitting garment all suited her wonderfully. She looked at me with something I guess was sadness in her eyes, I figured she was homesick. With the speech roadblock, I would never bump out. She leaned onto my berm, and I put my arm around her. She settled into my embrace and said"Nice, this nice. This warm."I grinned and laid my head on the top of hers. respiration rhythmically, I could find her slender waist and her hips and moved my handwriting up and down her waist. ( I do like the waistline on the distaff consistence ; ) She stroked my dresser and my tummy, carefully avoiding anything below the midriff. She caressed my grimace, which I took as a sign to look up. She looked right into my optic, and her soak aroma once more becharm me. Her eyes portrayed a astuteness I have yet to see in another girl. The sexual tension between was crackling with electricity ; a small action would stimulate it to snap. She leaned up toward me and I saw twinkle fly. Our lips met, and the tensity exploded in a starburst of color, auditory sensation and song. There was that particular belief that something in my body was falling, coming back up and then falling again.

We broke apart, and smiled at each former, and her smiling was just the most beautiful affair I had ever seen. She had a mysterious impish shine in her eyes, and she pushed me onto my back, and she laid down on top of me. I gripped her tightly with both of my hands. We joined lips again, this time with substantial ardor burning at the stake between the two of us. She opened her backtalk slightly and I felt her tongue prodding at my lip. I gladly granted her ledger entry and she practically fell into me. We made out like that for a few moment, and slowly I pushed one of my bridge player up her backbone. Her smooth skin below my hired hand almost made me freak out, and by stroking her rear I was also pushing her top up as well. She reacted by giving me one last movie of her tounge and she sat up. She ripped open my robe, and pulled it off. I reached up to rid her of her shirt, but Ana took my hands and pinned them down again. She yanked my t-shirt upward, revealing my belly and dresser. She traced a line around my mamilla and slowly moved up to my back talk. Ana then drew back her script, looked at me mysteriously and moved her men to the hem of her top. She pulled it above her head, leaving me to gawp at her bare chest. Her tits were really out of this universe, well-sized, full and circle, and topped with wonderfully shaped brown nipples. She smirked and threw herself on top of me again. Skin and tegument slapped together, almost making me lose my mind. It goes without saying that I had a raging hard-on my now, and my cock was tenting my boxers incredibly. My penis was poking into her waist and she touched it gingerly while we were making out again. It twitched, causing her to grin.

Ana raised her wonderfully shaped body off of me and completely rid me of my shirt that I still had gathered below my chin. I sat up as well, we were now kneeling, facing each other. Grabbing her shank and pressing our oral fissure together again, I twisted her physical structure and let myself fall on top of her. She shrieked and then laughed again. I let my hands roam all over her consistency, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipple, causing her to moan. She was clawing at my drawers, evidently dying to get into my trouser. I retaliated by doing just what she had done a few minutes earlier, and pinned her wrist joint to the mattress. I then shimmied her out of her sloppy gray pants, leaving us both only adorned with our most secret areas covered and planted a trail of kiss from her chin, over her bureau, biting the tit softly, over her defined belly down to her waist. I could smell her feminine odour rising from her crotch, and I almost came then and there. She looked at me pleadingly, and pointed toward her vagina. I smiled, and moved my eubstance on top of her again. She smacked me playfully, while I pinched her right mammilla again.

She suddenly pushed her body upwards, taking me with her. When we reached the top, she pushed me onto my back, but holding on to my drawers. In one very smooth question, Ana had put herself into the position of power AND pulled off my entirely remaining bit of clothing ! In doing so she had pulled my underwear to my stifle and completely exposed my freshly shaved fork ; my cock was standing at attention. She looked at me naughtily while I nodded appreciatively of the move she had just pulled off. She once again direct to her panties and beckoned me with her finger. I rose to kneel again, and looking her full in the eyes I reached down to her waist. She took a deep breath and I paused, raising my eyebrow."Ozbiljan sam ”, she told me ( I later found out it meant ‘ I'm life-threatening') I didn't know what to make of it, but slowly continued pulling down her pantie. Bit by bit, her twat came into view. A very neatly trimmed stubble of pubic hair preceded her very pinko folds, tucked into her outer mouth. I guess I stared a little…. Ana smacked my hand away and yanked her knickers down herself. She pushed me down again, and quickly followed wooing. She looked at me in a very, incredibly aphrodisiacal way before she kissed the head of my 7"peter. I jumped in joy, and she took it as a sign to immerse my rod into her small lip. My oh my, was it wet wand warm in there, and her tongue swirled over my cock while she moved her chief up and down. I was in complete heaven, until after five minutes I pulled myself away. The Bosnian Beauty sighted my knowingly, pulling a condom out of seemingly thin air. Ana proceeded to put it on my penis, and it was a lot more snuggery than any other condom I've had on. She then, for what felt like the 20th meter, pushed me onto my back. Ana had a wicked grin on her fount as she positioned her beautiful slit right above my cock.

Moaning loudly, she let herself fall and be impaled on my dick in one smooth apparent motion. I threw my head back in pleasure, she was tight as fuck ! Her folds gripping my cock like a vice, she began bouncing on my cock, coating it with her delicious juices. It was heaven, I could have died in that moment for all I care. All that mattered was Ana, her haircloth flying wildly around her expression while she rode me, the smell of her womanhood, the tidy sum of her boobs bouncing around up there, the tone of my cock inside her, pushing against her back wall. I pulled out, and guided her to her back. Ana looked like a goddess, lying on those mattresses, her legs paste wide, allowing me to get a very scoop and very sexy view of her snatch. I practically jumped her, plunging my cock inside her and ramming her like there was no tomorrow. She moaned at every stroke ; I traced by manus to where her sheep pen joined and caressed her clit. She almost screamed in pleasure as I stimulated the beauty's most raw field. She threw her head from side to side as I fucked her and simultaneously fingered her clitoris. I suddenly had an idea. I reached for the flask we had drunk from earlier, snapped it opened and poured some on her breast. Her optic flew surface as the liquor spread across her body. I let myself fall on top of her, the whiskey lubricating the motion of our eubstance nicely. I began to fuck her faster, causing Ana to moan and shout in joy. She clamped her arms around my cover and let them roam free. I wiggled my mitt down to our joined consistence again, and with one quick flick of her clitoris, and a thrust of my pelvis her wall clamped tightly around my dick, her back arching, her nails digging into my game draft ancestry, her toes curling and a animal, guttural shriek escaped her throat. All this caused me to fall from my rapturous tallness, and I came violently, pumping my source into the rubber, a deep and extended moan escaping my lips. I fell on top of Ana, still buried inside her. Her snatch was still twitching as she rode out her sexual climax. We finally came down together, and I pulled my cock out of her, her pussy giving a modest squelching speech sound. I removed the condom and laid down next to her. As her breathing slowed down, I reached for her clitoris with my helping hand, and I don't think I'll ever block her face going slack as I found her clit and began to stroke it. She moaned very softly. I continued to overturn her into those unimaginable altitude and held on tight as she tensed up, moaned very loudly and her kitty-cat bucked and squirted some succus onto the base. We stayed arm in arm a piece longer, my cock at her thigh and my finger in her pussy. We finally fell asleep shortly after, au naturel and very, very expend in each other's arms.
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AN : Well, I hope that you enjoyed my first gear erotic piece of writing ! Please let me cognize if you liked it, or what I should change in future authorship. Criticism is appreciated ! Ana and I did have sex a few more times during my holiday ; if you wish, I'll write about that, too. I hope to see a lot of reactions to this !
All the best,
kisdrox4