Weekend in the Countryside

I was driving my sports car on the National Road at a hundred kilometers per hour. If I could, I would have gone a hundred and eighty, but I wanted to reach my destination without any incidents with the traffic police.

This last week in the city had exhausted me terribly, and with great pleasure I accepted the unexpected invitation from a friendly couple to spend a weekend at their country house. And now I was running to escape the metropolis, as if the anxieties, responsibilities, and its cloud were still chasing me.

I tried to push all that out of my mind and enjoy the countryside landscape spreading out before me. The view was indeed calming. I sat back more relaxed and thought with pleasure of the two days I would spend at my friends' house.

They were a very likable couple, calm and pleasant people, exactly the right company to forget a little about the city's anxieties. But I had to concentrate on the road, because soon I would turn onto a single-track road, the end of which led to the sea and their estate. I arrived there as dusk was falling.

Their house was a tasteful detached house, built a few meters from the sea and isolated from the rest of the settlement that spread further away.

Exactly what I needed.

I parked in front of the entrance and found my friends waiting for me on the veranda with a refreshing drink.

We spent a pleasant evening, gazing at the calm sea gleaming under the moon's rays.

Quickly, the tranquility of the landscape and the pleasant company worked on my taut nerves, calming me, and I suddenly felt sleepy.

I said goodnight to my hosts and went to my room, intending to sleep early so I would have all the time to enjoy the next day at the sea with my favorite speargun.

I think sleep took me as soon as my head touched the pillow.

I must have slept heavily for about two hours.

And suddenly, something woke me.

At first, I didn't understand what it was.

But quickly my ear located the sound that had disturbed my sleep.

It was amorous sighs and moans, mixed with the sound of the waves coming from the beach, a few meters away...

I smiled.

My friends' couple, certainly not in their first youth, were attractive and in love with each other, and their bedroom was next to the room where I was sleeping.

Surely the sounds that had interrupted my sleep were coming from there.

I turned to the other side and tried to go back to sleep.

But the woman's sighs continued, and suddenly I felt terribly aroused.

Now it was impossible to sleep.

I got up and opened the window to breathe some fresh sea breeze.

The roller shutter made no sound as I pulled it, revealing the moonlit landscape.

But my eyes, already accustomed to the dark, opened wide, confronting an unexpected spectacle unfolding a few meters away from my window.

The sighs that had woken me did not come from the adjacent bedroom, as I had thought, but from a girl, half-naked, a few meters away from me, enjoying the caresses of her lover.

In the scant light, she looked like a mermaid, with her head thrown back, her long hair caressing her back, and her round breasts firm under the man's caresses.

He unbuttoned the girl's blue jeans and pulled them down to her knees, revealing a pair of wonderful shapely legs and a white, lacy panty.

The girl sighed again.

I couldn't see her face clearly, but she didn't look more than twenty years old.

Sleep had completely abandoned me and my arousal had reached its peak.

The man slowly slid his hand inside the lacy panty.

The girl let out a stifled cry.

Unconsciously, I touched my erect organ.

And then the girl, with a sudden movement, pulled away from her lover, gathered her discarded top with a quick motion, and disappeared, running towards the house.

In a minute, I heard the front door opening and closing almost silently.

I was left speechless with surprise.

So she lived here?

Who was she then, and why hadn't I met her at dinner?

I would have to wait until morning to solve all my questions.

I fell back into bed.

The spectacle I had just witnessed and my aroused organ offered me a sleep full of erotic dreams, where the mysterious mermaid of the night played a leading role.

Finally, dawn broke.

Unconsciously, I delayed going down, trying to take care of my appearance.

I shaved and gazed at myself in the mirror for a bit.

The city's fatigue had left my eyes, and the sleep in the fresh air seemed to have rejuvenated me.

When I reached the veranda, my friends were already drinking their coffee.

They greeted me and filled a cup for me.

And at that moment, the mermaid of the night made her appearance and sat at our table.

They introduced her to me as their niece who was spending a few days with them and whom I hadn't had the chance to meet the previous evening because, as usual, she had disappeared to the nearest disco...

In the daylight, she looked very young.

But what a girl, my God...

She was wearing a short pair of shorts that left her sun-tanned legs free and only the top part of her swimsuit, which hid a very well-shaped chest.

Her eyes, of a strange color, almost mauve, had a look of innocence with a hidden provocation, as if they knew well the erotic power they radiated, so that when she looked at me, I involuntarily felt a secret thrill.

The girl sat down next to me and, with an indifferent air, began to eat her breakfast.

My mind was full of the vision of the night, and I could hardly follow the conversation of my friends, who were organizing the day's plans.

Suddenly, under the long tablecloth, I felt the little one's thigh touching mine.

Her demeanor continued to be completely indifferent and detached.

Was it an accidental movement?

I decided to play it equally indifferent.

My friend, an amateur fisherman, suggested we spend the day on a small island opposite, fishing with his boat.

But I preferred the company of my speargun.

At the moment I declared I wouldn't be accompanying them, I felt the pressure on my leg increasing.

That couldn't be accidental, and yet, I couldn't do anything. My friends prepared their supplies for the boat and I took my speargun. We agreed to meet in the afternoon to compare our catches...

I dove into the cool water and quickly the lively seabed absorbed my attention.

I swam for about two hours, until I felt cold.

I started swimming towards the shore and then I saw her.

She was swimming completely naked, a few meters ahead of me, unaware of my presence.

Hidden underwater, I could enjoy at my leisure the harmonious movements of her legs, her magnificent breasts, and the chestnut-gold hair between her legs.

I felt intense arousal again.

I wanted to touch this mermaid, to lick her small nipples, to smell the sea moisture between her legs...

My position was extremely difficult.

I waited, my arousal growing, until she emerged from the water.

I let a few minutes pass and I came out too.

The girl was nowhere to be seen.

I dried off in the sun and went inside the house.

I felt a strong need for a drink.

I rummaged in the kitchen and found a bottle of whiskey.

I filled a glass with ice cubes and downed two hefty gulps, trying to calm down.

The house seemed completely deserted.

And suddenly, I thought my ears were deceiving me.

Again the same sigh, like last night only fainter...

It couldn't be.

I stood still and listened intently.

Yes. It was her voice.

Almost unconsciously, I moved towards where the sound was coming from.

I found myself in front of the half-open door of a bedroom.

The sight I beheld took my breath away.

The girl was lying on her bed, wearing only the bottom part of her swimsuit, and she was masturbating.

Her hand had moved aside the small piece of fabric that was bothering her, revealing a shiny piece of moist flesh surrounded by golden-brown hair, over which her finger was moving back and forth with harmonious, arousing motions.

Her eyes were closed, and from her half-open lips came little sighs.

I couldn't take it anymore. Without thinking anything, I entered the room and leaned over next to her.

She opened her eyes and looked at me.

She didn't say a word.

I bent down and bit her erect nipples.

She moaned softly.

Her breasts could be any man's dream, firm, round, with small pink nipples, which I felt aroused under my tongue.

I slid my hand inside her tiny bikini bottom and took her lips into my mouth.

The sweetness and moisture were the same both above and below.

My taut organ was about to tear through my swimsuit.

And then, little Lolita, sat up and with gentle motions pulled down my swimsuit.

My organ sprang up erect, waiting.

She then turned, offering me a magnificent view, pulled down her own swimsuit as well, and bent over me.

Her tongue gently touched my organ, making me shiver.

Before my eyes, the magnificent sight of the golden-brown hair, dripping moisture like drops of honey, was driving me crazy.

I took it all into my mouth and felt her spasm.

Her scent had something of the seabed and her taste, of wild honey.

I thrust my tongue as deep as I could into that moist, almost still childlike body.

Her clitoris, taut and swollen, showed her arousal, ready to burst. And then, with a deep sigh, she took my entire organ into her mouth.

I felt my semen leaping out almost against my will and flooding her mouth, while at the same moment I felt her spasms and a new moisture filled my mouth.

Her orgasm lasted a long time and left her exhausted, with closed eyes, lying on the foot of the bed.

Suddenly, I realized we hadn't exchanged a single word.

What a strange girl!

Why did she keep her eyes closed?

Was she perhaps ashamed to face me?

I got up and left her room.

I still had one night and one day until the end of the weekend.

Who knows...