Eileen Over - Eager To Bed Bunny

It was late when they pulled into San Remo and drove up to the pink-succeed, two-storied villa that Maurier had rented. Hugh waited until the two people left, each taking luggage; then he backed the car into the attached garage.

His rear bumper banged against metal. Hugh jammed on the brakes and twisted about to view an Alfa Romeo sports convertible. Easing forward, he twisted the steering wheel slightly and managed to back up this time without locking bumpers with the seemingly new, white car. That done, he picked up the remaining luggage and went up a wide, pebbled path and into the villa.

He entered a large room, the floor tiled in ceramic but sparsely furnished with cheap summer stuff. One wall held a dead fireplace. The other three walls had six-paned windows that opened out on the garden and further beyond the sea.

Hugh deposited the bags on the floor and went looking for Claudia. He found her in a small, whitewashed room. Her suitcase was opened on the bed and she was already hanging things in the closet.

"How do you like it?"

"Not bad so far. Where's his highness?"

Without turning she said: "He's taking a shower and preparing to go into the town and give the local fellows a look at real nobility."

"Then we will be left alone."

"Sex on your mind again, eh? Ahh, you naughty, naughty man."

"Where am Ito sleep?"

"There." Claudia turned and winked. "Next door to your loved one, namely me. Come."

She crossed the tiny foyer and shoved open the door. Hugh followed her into a room no larger than hers and just as badly furnished, containing a bed, a closet, a chair, a table and nothing else.

"Home, sweet home! Well, I could do worse." He unbuttoned the tunic. "I am boiling alive in this outfit. I'm going to change into jeans and a light shirt."

Just then Maurier, wet-haired and dressed in a linen suit and an open-collared silk shirt, passed by. He had a long cigarette screwed into a holder. "Getting yourselves settled? That's good. I'll dine by myself in the town. Out there in the kitchen I came upon some eggs and fruit which you two may eat."

Claudia placed her hands on her hips. "Just how old are those eggs?"

"They appear to be fresh.. Perhaps the renting agent left them."

"There must be someone else living here," offered Hugh. "I saw a new AIf a Romeo sports car in the garage."

"A white one?"

"Yes."

"Ahh, then my lady friend is here." Maurier's lips stretched into a smile. "The partying starts."

After he left Claudia shrugged. "Good for me that bitch is here. He won't be coming to me at night while she's around."

"Who the hell're you talking about?"

"An aging bitch, collects men like some people collect stamps. Somewhere in her forties I think, but what a cunt! Wait until she sets eyes on you."

Their dinner consisted of omelet's, bread and wine, and once hunger was satisfied Hugh's thoughts turned to sex. Claudia was so earthy. Her opened blouse displayed the generous and shapely bosom. Her arms were rounded and tanned, the hairs already golden. Her red hair, drawn smoothly back. heightened the effect of her marble-surfaced skin, her large eyes and full, beautifully curved lips.

"Can't have enough of me, can you?"

"Let's get into bed right now."

That he desired her filled Claudia with an intense and burning pleasure. "Immediately?"

"Now. I want to play with those tits, I want to stroke that ass. I want to put my face between those long legs and afterwards I want to put my stiff manhood in the place where it belongs."

"But it's been a long trip. We should rest, especially you, since you had to do the driving."

"We will rest. In bed."

"Well. I am here to serve you and since I want the same thing, come on." She got up from the table and threw her shoulders back, causing her bosom to gouge her blouse into many fine wrinkles. "My sexual power over you must indeed be strong."

Claudia unbuttoned her blouse, yanked it out of her skirt and right there, in the kitchen, began to disrobe.

He tried to embrace her but she fended him off expertly, avoiding his arms. "Let me get undressed first."

Hugh was laughing like a child. "One kiss."

"Very well. But just one."

Claudia's fingers hooked into his shirt; she pulled him roughly against her, pressed her lips to his and slid her tongue into Hugh's mouth.

Her tongue went in deep, its tip sliding along his teeth, and tapped against the roof of his. mouth until Hugh became wild and desperate. Slowly, they sank to the floor and there, on the linoleum covering, he tried to take her.

"Not here, in the kitchen," pleaded Claudia.

But when she felt his stiffened penis and saw the hungry look she experienced his full desire and relented. With a yielding sigh Claudia allowed her new lover to have his way.

Still clothed he entered her, shoving his hard staff deep into the warm depths. Her long body rose and she moved in a way that was now familiar but still extremely stimulating to him.

He was too eager, his orgasm already building up and on the way. But his abrupt movements soon had the girl frenzied and she held tightly, pulling him to her struggling body while she twisted her head from side to side. Her buttocks bounced on the cold floor, her long hair played out and her belly spasmed within minutes.

At the final moment, when joy was an explosion, Claudia listened to his manly gasps and dug her nails into the muscles lining his back, surrendering herself fully to the act.

Wine was drunk, talk exchanged and then they washed, went into her bedroom and slept. His watch read eleven and, fully refreshed. Hugh was ready for another round of pleasant lovemaking. The girl left the bed, pulled on her panties and went to the kitchen, searching for more wine.

The new bottle was opened and half finished when they knew, without passing a word, that it was time again to take one another.

The woman stretched luxuriously in the bed, obviously in a state of delirium. Her nipples were sharp points, darker than the skin of her sizable, ball-shaped breasts. Thin panties held her curving buttocks and through them could be seen the thick dark muff of pubic hair.

Now he stroked his penis which had hardened so that it was like a staff, encouraging the girl to come and touch him. She needed no further encouragement. In a moment she was all trembling, her breasts shaking like jelly.

"Oooh, it is so stiff!"

The embrace was tight. The man's weapon shot between her closing thighs and he palmed her twisting backside. She murmured as she caressed his back, telling him he could not penetrate while she wore the clinging panties. She lay back waiting, her eyes filmed over, a beautiful and passionate woman waiting to be loved, and he peeled the panties down her long legs.

"A dream of a girl!"

"Can't you.., put yourself into me… now!"

She spoke even as she wriggled her buttocks, all gasps, eager to be free of the protective panties. Then she put her arms about her lover's neck. He cupped her buttocks with one spread hand, bringing her up closer to him. His other hand followed the path of his phallus which was pointed in a direct line at her slit.

They kissed again, breaking only to draw in air, the man whimpering and the woman sobbing. He moved his opened mouth down her neck, biting it. With a cry she threw her head back, the long shining hair streaming past her shoulders, her loins pushing against his rigid manhood.

She let out such a frightening scream that he drew back, withdrawing his instrument But she pleaded with him to enter her again. "Please, please, it did not hurt but I have to make that scream! Ohhh, I have to, I have to!"

Sinuously, she crawled about the bed, the globes of her breasts rolling, her backside twisting and rounding to complete fullness. Now he was ready once more, licking his lips, shaking the heavy penis a few times, flinging beads of wetness from it. Then he went after her.