vacation, part three : peeping.

by s.m.

Natalya went inside to bring another bottle of wine and Tomasi followed her.  When several minutes had passed and they hadn’t yet returned, Francesca turned to Paolo.

“I wonder if everything’s ok,” she whispered.

“I’m sure,” Paolo replied, “but you can poke your head in and check if you’d like.”  Curiosity overcame her and she did, opening the screen door about six inches and looking inside.  She almost called out Natalya’s name, but saw movement through in the kitchen.  There was Tomasi pressing Natalya against the refrigerator, his back to Francesca, his hands pushing up her sundress and feeling up her breasts.  Francesca stayed and stared, she wasn’t sure how long it had been when Paolo joined her.

“What’re you looking at?” he whispered, standing behind her.  She didn’t reply, and he saw what she was watching soon enough.  She was sure he could feel her pulse racing, and she knew for certain when he reached around to her, grabbing her tits from behind and pulling her into him.  He kissed her neck as he played with her breasts, and she rotated her hips against him, feeling his growing cock against the small of her back.  Tomasi was devouring Natalya, he had pulled the straps of her sundress off her shoulders and underneath she was braless; her small, perky tits, the ones they had all seen during their topless beach activities, Tomasi had attacked them, taking each one into his mouth in turn.  Natalya had her hand in his shorts and was stroking him slowly and evenly.  She opened her eyes and saw Paolo and Francesca standing in the doorway.  With her free hand, she gestured to them to come in.