It’s fascinating how something as simple as a family snapshot can suddenly bring back vivid memories of an event that makes your heart skip a beat. In my case it was a photograph of me standing next to my car that reminded me of a wonderful morning of horny sex with a gorgeous Italian guy on my parent’s big pine kitchen table.

When I was at school I read several autobiographies and decided that, when I was a rich and famous singer or film star, I would sit down and write my own life story. As it turned out, I left school at sixteen to train as a hairdresser in my aunt’s salon before getting the job at ‘Playthings’ selling exotic lingerie, sex toys and adult movies. But, long before then, I’d started collecting things and sticking them in my scrapbooks.

The notes, cuttings and pictures are kind of a journal of my life in words and pictures and, although I haven’t actually written a full autobiography yet, my scrapbooks help me to recall events that provide me with the inspiration for many of my short stories.

I was going through one of the books the other day and I came across a picture of me standing beside the classic Mini Cooper that my parents had bought me for my twenty-first birthday. Somewhere in the book would be a note that I wrote at the time to remind myself of a totally spontaneous sexual encounter but I didn’t need to search for it because just seeing the picture brought the wonderful memories flooding back.

The car was my pride and joy and I’d happily spend a couple of hours on Sunday mornings cleaning it until it gleamed. On one particular weekend, when my parents were away visiting my Dad’s cousin in France, I received a call from our estate agent asking if it was convenient for someone to view the house. My parents were keen to sell so that they could buy their dream house just around the corner. So I agreed to the viewing and made sure that the house was nice and tidy before continuing washing my car.

Much earlier than the agent had suggested, a sleek Mercedes sports car pulled up on the driveway behind my car and I instantly recognised the driver as being the hunky owner of the popular Italian restaurant in the shopping precinct where I work.

“Carlo,” I cried joyfully, “what a lovely surprise.”

“Candice,” he replied in that lovely soft Italian accent, “I didn’t know this was your house.”

Then he noticed that, where I’d been leaning against my car as I washed it, my tee shirt was soaking wet and almost transparent.

He smiled broadly and said playfully, “Candice, I can see your beautiful tits.”

“I know,” I said. "I’m sorry about that but I wasn’t expecting you quite so soon.”

He said that he was the one who should be sorry for arriving early but explained that one of the places he was intending to view had cancelled.

I led him through to the kitchen and said that this was all a bit new to me so I suggested that he just find his way around the house on his own and I’d changed into some dry clothes.

He nodded and when he went upstairs I took the opportunity to get some shorts and a top from the airing cupboard and hurriedly changed into them. After about fifteen minutes he reappeared in the kitchen and asked me to let him see the garden, which I happily did. In the meantime, I put some coffee on and when he returned he willingly agreed to share some with me.

Carlo was a really attractive thirty something guy who’d recently taken charge of the family restaurant business and, as we sat opposite each other at the large farmhouse style pine table that dominates our kitchen, we chatted happily about various things. He wasn’t in the least bit flirty and didn’t make me feel uncomfortable at all and, inevitably, we got round to the subject of the house.

I asked him what he thought and he said that he liked it very much but that he needed to work out his finances before he could make an offer.

It looked as though that was pretty much the cue for him to leave but, after we finished our coffee and stood up, he came really close to me and pulled my body tightly into his, kissing me fully on my lips. I made no attempt to resist him, and when my tongue started to probe the inside of his mouth I guess I’d already submitted to his advance.

He pulled away briefly and said, “I’m sorry Candice but I just can’t get that wet tee shirt image out of my mind,” Then he carried on kissing me hard and passionately.

I was suddenly as horny as hell and signalled my desire by putting a hand on his groin and squeezing the sizeable bulge in his trousers. He seemed slightly shocked at my forthright behaviour but I knew exactly where I wanted this to lead.

“Let me show you these,” I said playfully as I pulled away from him and peeled my top over my head shaking my mane of peachy blonde hair. I crossed my arms in front of me in a playful attempt to hide my firm young tits from his gaze but I happily let him move them away so that he could see, touch and kiss them.

I enjoyed the sensation of him sucking my stiff nipples really hard and flicking them with his amazingly long tongue but I was also really keen to get his cock out. So, as he worked his magic on my tits, I unzipped his fly and slipped my hand inside.

“Do you always go commando?” I whispered softly as I gripped the warm stiff flesh of his meaty manhood and pulled it through the opening.

“Always,” he replied.

“Me too,” I said. “You can feel if you want.”

His hand slipped under the waistband of my shorts and I gasped as I felt his finger gently probing my slit. “No pussy hair,” Carlo said softly.

I made some silly remark like, “I’m pleased you noticed,” or something like that but we were slowly beginning undress. Carlo’s next move was to unbutton his shirt, revealing his wonderful olive skin tone and beautifully defined torso covered with a perfect growth of soft black hair and I sank to my knees and undid his belt. I tugged his trousers over his hips and dragged them to the floor. His masculine body hair extended all the way down to his ankles and his fully engorged cock was as stiff as a flagpole.

At first I just knelt there with my palms resting on his upper thighs staring at his cock but the temptation to kiss it was far too strong and, when a droplet of clear fluid oozed out of his tiny hole, I tenderly licked it off. It didn’t really taste of anything but the physical contact of my tongue on his penis was a profound moment and, although I perhaps made more of a meal of licking the tip of his gorgeous cock than I should have done, I really wanted to savour it.

Carlo was clearly enjoying the gentle feeling of my tongue on his sensitive flesh and the sensation of it probing his tiny cock hole but it was when I took his bone hard manhood deep into my mouth and started squeezing his hairy balls that he began moaning softly.

I was sucking him with varying degrees of tempo and even nibbling it gently with my teeth, which really made him twitch. “That feels so amazing, Candice,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting anything like this.”

“It’s going to get even better in a few minutes,” I said sensuously. “I want you to fuck me.”

He responded in Italian and it sounded really horny even though I didn’t understand a word. But, when lifted me up and undid my shorts then eased them over my slender hips, I got the general gist of what he’d said. He quickly arranged a couple of the chairs and lifted my naked body onto the table placing one of my feet on each chair. My legs were spread wide and I opened my slit with my fingers to show him the soft warm folds of my succulent womanhood in all its glorious detail.

My vagina was now leaking quite profusely and I thought he was just going to fuck me but, instead, he sank to his knees and began licking the insides of my thighs. It was really tickling me but I knew he was making his way steadily towards my pussy and I enjoyed being teased.

He could easily reach every part of my cunt and the initial contact of his tongue on my tender flesh made me squeal.

He licked me from bottom to top in a wonderful slow movement and paused only to say something in Italian. The only word I could make out clearly was ‘figa’ but I didn’t know what it meant.

His tongue was exceptionally long and easily penetrated my vagina, which just stimulated me to produce more and more delicious juice. His sucking of my labia and stiff little clit turned me inside out and I could easily have let him carry on until he made me cum but I was more than ready to be fucked. When he stood up and positioned himself between my legs with his long thick cock resting on my tummy we looked at each other and smiled.

“I don’t have any protection with me,” he said.

“You won’t need it,” I replied seductively. “Or you can cum in my mouth if you want to, I really don’t mind.”

The first time with a new partner has always turned me on and the sense of expectation is almost torture but, as soon as I saw Carlo’s cock disappear into my warm wet vagina and felt it filling me up, I just melted with the joy of it.

“God Carlo that feels so good,” I whispered as I nibbled his ear lobe. “I can feel it right at the top pressing against my womb.”

“You’re so tight,” he said softly as he started to fuck me with long steady penetrating strokes but in truth I was also squeezing him hard with my kegel muscles.

I reclined back on the table and just let Carlo take the lead. I loved it when he leaned forward and sucked my nipples as he fucked me and, as the tempo increased, I could feel my tits wobbling gently with the rhythm. I was totally absorbed in the lust but, because I didn’t really fancy being caught by my parents if they came home earlier than expected, I’d have been quite happy with just a quickie. But Carlo was in charge and whatever he wanted to do to me was worth the risk.

I was making quite loud feminine grunting noises as Carlo’s fat meaty cock pounded me and I could feel my clit throbbing as his pelvis touched it with every powerful thrust. The thing was that however much I was enjoying it, I was just so desperate to cum that I slipped my finger in between us and started rubbing myself vigorously.

Carlo was really giving it to me hard and that, combined with my rubbing, soon brought me to the point of orgasm. But, rather than just do it myself, I decided to let him bring me off by using his cock. I told him how close I was and he responded by slipping his cock out and rubbing the slippery tip against my clit.

He teased me again by slipping it in and out of my wet vagina and rubbing the juices over my clit. It was just sensational and all of a sudden my orgasm arrived like a sudden thunderbolt causing me to scream with delight. Every nerve in my body was sizzling as the pulses of pleasure coursed through me and I didn’t want it to stop.

The sensitive tip of his cock was still rubbing my clit and I was really expecting him to just cum there and then, which I would have been quite content with, but he stroked my body with his hands, squeezed my tits tenderly and asked me to turn over.

I slipped off the table and turned so that I was leaning over it, presenting my rear end and gripping the edges of the table with my hands. I spread my legs wide and just waited for Carlo to take me from behind.

I didn’t have to wait long and I just moaned in ecstasy as his granite hard penis penetrated me in a single smooth movement and I could feel his hands gripping my bum cheeks as he started to fuck me with long deep strokes. The wonderful feeling of his cock rubbing against the sensitive walls of my vagina was making me tingle all over. Then he spread my cheeks apart and I could feel his thumb gently rubbing the tender flesh around my sphincter. When I showed no signs of objection he probed a little deeper until it slipped inside me and I just gasped as it went in.

With my rectum being massaged from the inside I was making sweet feminine grunting sounds as he fucked me hard and rhythmically and I could feel another orgasm welling up inside me but I was hoping that he didn’t cum before I did. Every deep penetrating stroke he gave me was taking me closer and closer and he must have brushed my ‘G’ spot because suddenly my body just convulsed and a tsunami of ecstasy engulfed me completely.

Carlo just kept the tempo going and my orgasm went on for ages before it began to subside. Then, as though the move had been rehearsed, he disconnected from me and sat on the chair. I stood, spun round and straddled his thighs. I guided his shaft into my warm, wet cunt and moaned softly as I sank down on it.

We kissed passionately as my vagina swallowed every inch of his gorgeous cock and I loved feeling his hands on my tits as I started gyrating my hips. The sensation of his cock massaging my cervix was just too much and my body started going into spasms again as another orgasm rippled through me. It wasn’t quite as intense as the first but it still made my head spin.

He announced softly that he was close to reaching his own orgasm so I took it upon myself to change position again.

I disconnected from him and lay on the table on my back with my head overhanging the edge and my mouth open. I could taste my pussy juice on Carlo’s throbbing cock as he slipped it sweetly between my lips and started to fuck my mouth slowly.

He was under no illusion as to what I wanted and, when he slowed down almost to a stop, I knew he was about to cum so I just opened wide and he rested the tip of his cock on my lip as he stroked himself to a climax.

I was rubbing my clit with one hand and gently fondling his balls with the other and we both moaned with pleasure as a powerful spurt of his semen hit the back of my throat followed by more pulses of warm creamy fluid that began to fill my mouth. It tasted delicious and it seemed like ages before the throbbing stopped. But when he had no more to give, I savoured it for a few seconds then enjoyed the sensation of his cum slipping slowly down my throat like a fresh oyster.

I rolled onto my side and propped my head up with my hand whilst Carlo sat on one of the chairs and muttered to himself in Italian. I asked him quietly, “Fancy another coffee?”

He paused for a second and replied, “I could use a small brandy.”

We both grinned and I went to the cupboard to get a couple of brandy glasses and a bottle of Courvoisier. I poured a couple of shots then sat on his lap to unwind with him but we didn’t bother to get dressed and he wasn’t in any rush to leave.

The whole encounter was much more than a quickie but had only lasted perhaps twenty minutes. So, as I rested my head on his shoulder, I whispered, “That was just lovely Carlo but I’d love to spend some more time with you.”

“Then let’s arrange it for next week,” he replied softly.

“Where and when?” I asked eagerly.

“How about Thursday?” He suggested. “I can pick you up around seven-thirty and take you for a nice meal then we can go back to my place to relax. How does that sound?”

My heart was pounding and I agreed to it instantly but, for the time being, our wonderful encounter was slowly drawing to a close and it was quite a wrench when we had to part.

We kissed passionately on my doorstep as a final act of our new found affection and, when he reversed his car off our driveway, a sense of sorrow came over me. I could easily have spent the rest of the day with him but my family was due home and I’d just have to wait for a few days until I could be with him again.

I had to deal with a sizeable patch of my pussy juice that had leaked onto the table but, apart from that, there were no obvious signs of what I’d been doing so I returned to cleaning my Mini.

My parents arrived home in the early afternoon and as my Dad unloaded the car, my Mum and I had a brief chat about their holiday and journey home.

“I was thinking about cooking a nice roast dinner for later,” she said. “Or I could easily knock up a lasagne if you prefer.”

“I think I’ll have the roast Mum,” I replied. “I actually had a delicious Italian a bit earlier today.”