It was late evening and Irina Kramer and her husband, Giovanni, were enjoying an intimate shower together. Irina closed her eyes and relaxed as her husband ran shampoo through her hair, then massaged body wash into her fit athletic body, starting from her shoulders and thoroughly fondling her breasts.
"So you blew him while we were looking over the site?" giggled Giovanni.
Irina nodded and laughed. She then turned around, kissed her husband, and rubbed shampoo into his short hair. Afterward, she began rubbing body wash into his muscular chest and shoulders.
"No wonder his father said he would skip tomorrow's meetings to join you on the trip to Milan," Giovanni said. Now it was his turn to wash, and he fondled a liberal amount of body wash over his wife's lean fit torso and back, taking time to wrap his hands around her tight-fit buttocks.
Irina knelt in the shower and washed the lower half of her husband's fit, athletic body. She put body wash in her palms and rubbed it all over his penis by stroking it, thumbs placing extra pressure on the base of the shaft. She smiled as she felt Giovanni's member harden in her hands.
Giovanni straightened his wife up, knelt on his knees, and began rubbing sunscreen lotion all over Irina's gorgeous legs.
Eventually, Giovanni stood up, got behind his wife, and put his arms around her. He rubbed his hands all over her loins, cleaning her public hair. Then he reached between her legs and washed her labia lips by rubbing them with his fingers. As he rubbed her labia aggressively, Irina began to buck her hips and groan in lust.
At this point her husband's penis was rock hard, so Irina wrapped a leg around her husband, then guided his member into her. He began to pump into her at a fast and furious pace, and it wasn't long until he reached his tiny orgasm within his wife once more. This time, though, Irina felt a small shiver in her vagina as her husband ejaculated a small droplet of semen into her.
"That was beautiful," Irina said sincerely, looking Giovanni in the eyes to show how much she loved him.
While rinsing off, they engaged in some post-coital conversation.
"So...Xiǎo's father is willing to raise wages for the workers but not as high as we hoped," Giovanni told his wife Irina.
"We need to provide better wages if we want to keep out of trouble with the government," Irina worried.
"I'm trying, but it's hard to justify building facilities in Italy when labor is much cheaper in China," Giovanni noted pragmatically.
"Leave this with me," Irina told her husband with a mischievous grin.
In the morning, Irina chose a set of matching purple lace bra and panties, over which she put on a casual blue-grey sleeveless cotton dress that went as low as mid-thigh. She picked this dress because it was comfortable and easy to get off. She paired it with a clutch and black stiletto heels. In line with her casual look, she tied her long curly dark brown hair behind.
She and her husband met Xiǎo and his father for a quick breakfast; as usual, the father wore a T-shirt and trousers, and Xiǎo wore a fancy designer short-sleeved shirt and pants. Finishing quickly, they parted ways, and Irina wrapped her arm around Xiǎo's and led him to the front. Waiting at her fountain was a limousine.
Xiǎo quickly opened the passenger door for her.
"My lady," he said politely. Very eager to get his hands on me, thought Irina.
They both got in and the driver took them away.
"To the train station?" the driver asked.
"Yes," Irina replied.
The driver then pressed a button and a privacy screen popped up between them.
Irina turned to Xiǎo, smiling, and crossed her right leg over her left toward him, so her right foot just reached his right lower leg. She gently rubbed her shoe up and down his lower leg.
"Excited to visit Milan?" she asked coyly.
"Yes," replied Xiǎo. He reached down, gently grabbed her ankle, and placed her flirtatious foot on his lap. Carefully removing her stiletto, he then guided her foot onto the front of his pants. Irina felt around and found a hardening spot growing in his pants.
"I will take you to an exclusive shop in the morning," explained Irina, as Xiǎo's hand began to travel up her right leg.
"Then we will eat at one of the famous restaurants in Milan," Irina said, as she felt another hand of Xiǎo's reach up the inside of her right leg. She began to worry about taking things too far in the short drive to the train station.
"And then we will spend the afternoon at a luxury club," Irina spoke, and she felt both of Xiǎo's hands on her right thigh.
Irina put her hands on his hands, stopping their slow approach to her loins.
Obediently, Xiǎo removed his hands and put her shoe back on her foot.
Irina then quickly withdrew her leg and put it on the limousine floor again.
"We're here," spoke the limo driver, and the privacy screen was lowered.
Irina gave him her credit card, paid the bill, then got out. They had arrived at the train station of their small town, and people were lined up outside the front gate. She walked over and grabbed Xiǎo's arm, guiding him to a smaller entrance.
When they arrived, she showed the entrance attendant her phone, which was open to the app containing her train tickets. The attendant nodded politely, and let them through. Within minutes, they had walked onto the platform and entered the train before anyone else.