Date: Thu, 30 Aug 2007 12:01:00 -0700
From: Jan ' <janmay699@icqmail.com>
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
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                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.



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