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My name is Aria, my parents called me that after reading the books of a series that today is also depopulated on TV, for reasons you can imagine I can not mention which one.
It was summer when I was 14 years old and I spent a week in the mountains as a guest of the Geneva family.
It was the first time I saw the wonderful mountains of Trentino. The ski areas were not far away and I had the opportunity to visit them.
One day we woke up a little at dawn at 6 in the morning, it was July 21, 2010, there was a long way to go to the place where we would spend a night in a tent.
Geneva was very expert in the area, many years she had spent in those woods she had done survival courses with the scouts and her parents did not object, a sign of the trust placed in her daughter. We walked for a long time, fully dressed, with a huge backpack for both of us. She had prepared everything expertly. There was everything you could need so as not to be surprised by the sudden and deadly changes of weather that can always happen in the mountains.
After a good three and a half hours of winding paths in the middle of the woods at a slow pace talking about us, our dreams, the finished academic year and also about boys, fatigue began to emerge.
I was encouraged to resist that we were almost there.
Another good, good, good hour passed, exhausted, and I stopped resting on the trunk of a pine tree.
"Geneva! Enough please, I'm exhausted... I have no more energy... I must stop!"
He filled the 20 meters that separated us and told me that there was really nothing missing, for the energy he gave me a quick kiss on the lips with the promise that I would take them all back as soon as I arrived.
"I'll start from there you can see what's waiting for you, it's another 200 meters... "I'm going to set up the tent... I'll get the backpack!"
I don't know how she even carried the weight I was carrying around with her before she disappeared downhill.
I had to be really close to her or she would never have left me alone, it seemed like an endless path, the descent was made almost as a run, finding in front of me an enchanting place.
A small clearing, the field ready, the tent raised, the fire lit, a small stream had created a very small lake, lit by the sun filtering through the trees.
I arrived without being able to speak, and only later did I notice the absence of Geneva, whom I began to call at the top of my lungs.
She came back inviting me to silence, she had gone to set some traps to eat in the evening.
"How are your legs? “
"legs"? I can't feel them anymore, they're fizzing!"
"Come on, let's take a refreshing bath."
He went into my backpack and threw my slippers at me, then he started undressing.
I stood still with the slippers in my hand, which I had just picked up, "I don't ... I don't have the costume!", I said stuttering not even knowing why.
"I don't either... but who do you think is up here!", she replied without giving me a glance, I watched her bend down to unbuckle her boots, then took off the short-sleeved technical shirt she was wearing, her naked back was imprinted in my mind. As in a replay I saw her hands in front unbuttoning her pants, she bent forward with her legs stretched out, her stockings off.
My heart started beating fast, she was not the first girl I saw naked, I played volleyball and yet it was like seeing my first naked girl in front of me.
I don't know why it had that effect on me, it embarrassed me, maybe because my teammates I had seen them naked since I was 8 years old and I started to play with them, Ginevra was the first time I saw her as my mother had done. During gym class, like me, she was used to wearing the suit without ever discovering anything.
She brought me back to reality when she turned around and found me staring at her ajar.
"Well, what are you standing around for? Come on, hurry up!" she caught up with me in her slippers.
"it's not the first time you've seen a naked girl... do you need help?"
A flush wrapped around my face, "no.. no... no... of course... it's not me..."
I couldn't even talk anymore, and I was ashamed of it... but I can't deny that I was admiring the features.
Ginevra was very tall 1.70, I was a couple of centimeters taller than her more or less, she was also sporty and was on the synchronized swimming team, so her physique was both well-proportioned, the breast instead I would never have made it so big ... it must have been a fourth size ... beautiful, full her breasts left no space between them, two clear pink nipples to overlay them, you could not perceive in the presence of the areola. She still wore a transparent blue thong that let you feel the care of her pubis. Later I saw that my perception was not wrong, a strip no more than two centimeters wide and three centimeters high, well cared for, overlooked her pubis. A hair as black as her hair, usually worn tied with a rubber band to form a small tail, now held high with a small wood.
She took me by the hand, carrying me near the tent, put her slippers on the ground and carried me behind me.
"Let me help you!"
His fresh hands grabbed the edge of my shirt and calmly lifted it up for me, and I recovered to make it easier.
"I'll do it myself!" she hugged me, making me feel the texture of her nipples that seemed to want to penetrate my back.
A quick contact but my heartbeat seemed to go by itself. He moved in total silence, in the temples came the noises of the forest, the sensation was like having sharpened all the senses and I seemed to perceive every single rustle of the forest, like the rubbing on my skin of his fingers that descended to the bottom over the navel up to my pants.
He ran his fingers over the edge two or three times before unbuckling my belt. "I'll do it!" I was able to say as if prey to a spasm of fear.
My amni replaced hers, which I felt coming down along the outside of my legs, even though I saw her and realized that she had squatted, the buttonhole buttonhole made a deaf noise that in my head echoed with the same sound of a cannon shot, the zip like a machine gun, Ginevra had unhooked both boots and helped me to remove them together with my socks, always from behind made me put my feet on my slippers.
It all seemed to pass very slowly but I think it all happened more quickly as when I held my breath while I pulled my pants down beyond my hips, at the knee our hands met again, I let her proceed.
My pants came off, the contact between my thighs, legs and her hands gave me more chills and palpitations. What was happening to me because, why I didn't understand.
In order to get up, she gave me three kisses, the first one just above my buttocks, the other half back to my neck whispering how cute the dimples were.
The tone changed to a more sparkling one as his hands played between them, "come on and tell me if you liked mine?"
Already his well pronounced dimples that I had admired as he undressed. He dragged me near the shore of what seemed to me to be little more than an enlarged puddle, but it was not so small.
We looked at each other, "on the count of three, shall we do it together?", he saw my perplexed and questioning look, and with his panties pointing out, I took a few seconds, "three!" and, surprised, I slipped mine back.
"You'll like it, trust me!"
"I don't swim very well..."
"don't worry with your fingertips touching the deepest point.
We quickly entered the water, the feeling of thermal shock from the cold passed almost immediately, the temperature was unexpectedly pleasant.
We started playing and laughing and splashing at each other watching not to get our hair wet because of the obvious difficulty in drying it.
You could feel that the stones were smooth, the shoes were used to grip the moss that made them slippery, it was by slipping on one of them that I found myself in Geneva's arms.
The breasts against each other, we could both perceive the consistency of the nipples and the attempt to become more bristling only under pressure from each other.
My arms around her neck, hers wrapping around my back, I could feel her heartbeat, as she probably felt the cavalry charging through mine.
The noses a few inches apart made us feel each other's breath too.
Guinevere moved a lock of hair and naturally closed her eyes, letting the palm of her hand caress me.
I was lost in her smile, she approached me slowly, resting her lips on mine for the second time.
A different contact was obvious, he waited only a few seconds before doing it again.
Only by the fourth time I admitted that I had not kissed anyone while instinctively trying to correspond with the same sweetness.
"I never kissed anyone!" was my confession.
"We'll learn together... then!"
The negative tension melted kiss after kiss, lips began to hatch trying to taste each other's lips.
Sometimes inexperience made us lose our coordination with a smile and harmony was restored. Her breath accelerated as fast as mine, and this made me realize that the friend had been honest with me and her inexperience.
The kisses not only became more frequent but also more lasting, as if a mysterious force was forcing us to stay together, the sound of the water breaking through the tiny waterfall was almost inaudible to me, so much so that my senses were focused on the moment.
I could smell her perfume, like the smell of her lips, soft, warm, full of the desire to discover that new world, to which I was a stranger, that awareness made me understand that the same sensations Geneva had to feel, the kisses increased and in prey to the growing desire of exploration, our languages crossed at least a couple of times halfway.
"You first!" and so I felt Guinevere's tongue enter my mouth, and this gave me a thrill of pleasure along and inside my whole body. The tongue remained motionless, so I stroked it with mine.
It was the first tongue I touched with my own, I was so surprised by the consistency and the roughness that seemed to change. Damn, I liked it.
The lips were automatically sealed and while her tongue was pushed inside me, swirling around trying to perceive its anatomy, mine tried to enjoy that presence trying to understand everything about that tongue.
We took our breath away. "Now you!" It was my turn and as much as I wanted to proceed slowly, I lost control of myself as soon as I crossed the threshold, starting a real dance with her tongue, in the most beautiful stage I could desire: her mouth.
Our kisses led us to imperceptible movements that stimulated our nipples, which now were hyper-sensitized, it was Guinevere who was the first to lay a hand on me by extorting a moan.
It was the first time my breasts knew a touch that was not mine, she played with both, then took a hand and laid it on herself.
"Touch me, please! Let's do it together!" I didn't hear myself say it again.
Her breasts were exactly as I had seen and felt them against mine, firm and big, what can I say, I liked it!
We spent more time and then she felt through my fingertips that it was time for me to get out.
We ran to the tent and the towels he'd brought. "You planned the whole thing, didn't you?"
"I was hoping... you didn't like it? Rub it against the body and come close to the fire," she said, turning to me as I reached up to her and kissed her.
"I didn't expect it, but I like it... I don't know what to do but I like it!"
"neither do I, but I'm sure we'll figure out what to do!"
He spread the towel out, I did the same, and we hugged. Still those big breasts against mine, it was damn nice, the fire gave the right warmth, we didn't eat lunch, we just stood there clutching each other kissing.
She dropped hers on the floor, and her hands, now free of meddling, wandered over my body. While tongues now moved free as if we had done nothing else in life.
He passed his hands on my buttocks and then moved to the front.
"Do you shave everything off?"
"yeah, you know, doing art gymnastics... the fear that you might see fur... "It's a lot, !" I felt my fingers reach my groin then it moved over my pubis. The middle finger and ring finger joined the middle finger and began to touch me, and my lips crossed gently.
The legs that the contact continued slowly seemed soft, I was distracted too many pleasant sensations, I could not concentrate on the kiss while it tickled me, the hand went between our lips.
He took my fingers in his mouth and sucked them in sync with the hand that tickled me, then took them out and brought them to his sex.
"together Aria... together! We're doing it together!" I looked at her with an air of pleasure, I think, I nodded.
Her big lips were well developed and completely enclosed the small lips she had to move them apart to find her most erogenous zone.
Much tried we found the strength to reach the tent and lie on the mats that had been set up before.
It was necessary, or I would have fallen from there shortly afterwards, the hands returned exactly where they had been before with a confidence that neither of them possessed.
"I asked once again, I nodded again, I knew what he was referring to, even without understanding why, the fingers penetrated in unison into the other, the moan that resulted was not really controllable, just enough time to understand how to give us pleasure now. Guinevere was at my side, her arms crossed so that they reached our sex, then a mixed movement between inside out and circulatory quickly led us both to orgasm.
Our first orgasm, I would like to tell you that we lasted a long time instead, was such a new sensation. It was so powerful and upsetting that it took very little for the legs to stretch out like jaws on each other's arms, because while our whole body was wrapped in spasms our mouths were anxious to communicate the pleasure we felt. It didn't last long, but not only will we never forget it, but we were just getting started!
.
It was summer when I was 14 years old and I spent a week in the mountains as a guest of the Geneva family.
It was the first time I saw the wonderful mountains of Trentino. The ski areas were not far away and I had the opportunity to visit them.
One day we woke up a little at dawn at 6 in the morning, it was July 21, 2010, there was a long way to go to the place where we would spend a night in a tent.
Geneva was very expert in the area, many years she had spent in those woods she had done survival courses with the scouts and her parents did not object, a sign of the trust placed in her daughter. We walked for a long time, fully dressed, with a huge backpack for both of us. She had prepared everything expertly. There was everything you could need so as not to be surprised by the sudden and deadly changes of weather that can always happen in the mountains.
After a good three and a half hours of winding paths in the middle of the woods at a slow pace talking about us, our dreams, the finished academic year and also about boys, fatigue began to emerge.
I was encouraged to resist that we were almost there.
Another good, good, good hour passed, exhausted, and I stopped resting on the trunk of a pine tree.
"Geneva! Enough please, I'm exhausted... I have no more energy... I must stop!"
He filled the 20 meters that separated us and told me that there was really nothing missing, for the energy he gave me a quick kiss on the lips with the promise that I would take them all back as soon as I arrived.
"I'll start from there you can see what's waiting for you, it's another 200 meters... "I'm going to set up the tent... I'll get the backpack!"
I don't know how she even carried the weight I was carrying around with her before she disappeared downhill.
I had to be really close to her or she would never have left me alone, it seemed like an endless path, the descent was made almost as a run, finding in front of me an enchanting place.
A small clearing, the field ready, the tent raised, the fire lit, a small stream had created a very small lake, lit by the sun filtering through the trees.
I arrived without being able to speak, and only later did I notice the absence of Geneva, whom I began to call at the top of my lungs.
She came back inviting me to silence, she had gone to set some traps to eat in the evening.
"How are your legs? “
"legs"? I can't feel them anymore, they're fizzing!"
"Come on, let's take a refreshing bath."
He went into my backpack and threw my slippers at me, then he started undressing.
I stood still with the slippers in my hand, which I had just picked up, "I don't ... I don't have the costume!", I said stuttering not even knowing why.
"I don't either... but who do you think is up here!", she replied without giving me a glance, I watched her bend down to unbuckle her boots, then took off the short-sleeved technical shirt she was wearing, her naked back was imprinted in my mind. As in a replay I saw her hands in front unbuttoning her pants, she bent forward with her legs stretched out, her stockings off.
My heart started beating fast, she was not the first girl I saw naked, I played volleyball and yet it was like seeing my first naked girl in front of me.
I don't know why it had that effect on me, it embarrassed me, maybe because my teammates I had seen them naked since I was 8 years old and I started to play with them, Ginevra was the first time I saw her as my mother had done. During gym class, like me, she was used to wearing the suit without ever discovering anything.
She brought me back to reality when she turned around and found me staring at her ajar.
"Well, what are you standing around for? Come on, hurry up!" she caught up with me in her slippers.
"it's not the first time you've seen a naked girl... do you need help?"
A flush wrapped around my face, "no.. no... no... of course... it's not me..."
I couldn't even talk anymore, and I was ashamed of it... but I can't deny that I was admiring the features.
Ginevra was very tall 1.70, I was a couple of centimeters taller than her more or less, she was also sporty and was on the synchronized swimming team, so her physique was both well-proportioned, the breast instead I would never have made it so big ... it must have been a fourth size ... beautiful, full her breasts left no space between them, two clear pink nipples to overlay them, you could not perceive in the presence of the areola. She still wore a transparent blue thong that let you feel the care of her pubis. Later I saw that my perception was not wrong, a strip no more than two centimeters wide and three centimeters high, well cared for, overlooked her pubis. A hair as black as her hair, usually worn tied with a rubber band to form a small tail, now held high with a small wood.
She took me by the hand, carrying me near the tent, put her slippers on the ground and carried me behind me.
"Let me help you!"
His fresh hands grabbed the edge of my shirt and calmly lifted it up for me, and I recovered to make it easier.
"I'll do it myself!" she hugged me, making me feel the texture of her nipples that seemed to want to penetrate my back.
A quick contact but my heartbeat seemed to go by itself. He moved in total silence, in the temples came the noises of the forest, the sensation was like having sharpened all the senses and I seemed to perceive every single rustle of the forest, like the rubbing on my skin of his fingers that descended to the bottom over the navel up to my pants.
He ran his fingers over the edge two or three times before unbuckling my belt. "I'll do it!" I was able to say as if prey to a spasm of fear.
My amni replaced hers, which I felt coming down along the outside of my legs, even though I saw her and realized that she had squatted, the buttonhole buttonhole made a deaf noise that in my head echoed with the same sound of a cannon shot, the zip like a machine gun, Ginevra had unhooked both boots and helped me to remove them together with my socks, always from behind made me put my feet on my slippers.
It all seemed to pass very slowly but I think it all happened more quickly as when I held my breath while I pulled my pants down beyond my hips, at the knee our hands met again, I let her proceed.
My pants came off, the contact between my thighs, legs and her hands gave me more chills and palpitations. What was happening to me because, why I didn't understand.
In order to get up, she gave me three kisses, the first one just above my buttocks, the other half back to my neck whispering how cute the dimples were.
The tone changed to a more sparkling one as his hands played between them, "come on and tell me if you liked mine?"
Already his well pronounced dimples that I had admired as he undressed. He dragged me near the shore of what seemed to me to be little more than an enlarged puddle, but it was not so small.
We looked at each other, "on the count of three, shall we do it together?", he saw my perplexed and questioning look, and with his panties pointing out, I took a few seconds, "three!" and, surprised, I slipped mine back.
"You'll like it, trust me!"
"I don't swim very well..."
"don't worry with your fingertips touching the deepest point.
We quickly entered the water, the feeling of thermal shock from the cold passed almost immediately, the temperature was unexpectedly pleasant.
We started playing and laughing and splashing at each other watching not to get our hair wet because of the obvious difficulty in drying it.
You could feel that the stones were smooth, the shoes were used to grip the moss that made them slippery, it was by slipping on one of them that I found myself in Geneva's arms.
The breasts against each other, we could both perceive the consistency of the nipples and the attempt to become more bristling only under pressure from each other.
My arms around her neck, hers wrapping around my back, I could feel her heartbeat, as she probably felt the cavalry charging through mine.
The noses a few inches apart made us feel each other's breath too.
Guinevere moved a lock of hair and naturally closed her eyes, letting the palm of her hand caress me.
I was lost in her smile, she approached me slowly, resting her lips on mine for the second time.
A different contact was obvious, he waited only a few seconds before doing it again.
Only by the fourth time I admitted that I had not kissed anyone while instinctively trying to correspond with the same sweetness.
"I never kissed anyone!" was my confession.
"We'll learn together... then!"
The negative tension melted kiss after kiss, lips began to hatch trying to taste each other's lips.
Sometimes inexperience made us lose our coordination with a smile and harmony was restored. Her breath accelerated as fast as mine, and this made me realize that the friend had been honest with me and her inexperience.
The kisses not only became more frequent but also more lasting, as if a mysterious force was forcing us to stay together, the sound of the water breaking through the tiny waterfall was almost inaudible to me, so much so that my senses were focused on the moment.
I could smell her perfume, like the smell of her lips, soft, warm, full of the desire to discover that new world, to which I was a stranger, that awareness made me understand that the same sensations Geneva had to feel, the kisses increased and in prey to the growing desire of exploration, our languages crossed at least a couple of times halfway.
"You first!" and so I felt Guinevere's tongue enter my mouth, and this gave me a thrill of pleasure along and inside my whole body. The tongue remained motionless, so I stroked it with mine.
It was the first tongue I touched with my own, I was so surprised by the consistency and the roughness that seemed to change. Damn, I liked it.
The lips were automatically sealed and while her tongue was pushed inside me, swirling around trying to perceive its anatomy, mine tried to enjoy that presence trying to understand everything about that tongue.
We took our breath away. "Now you!" It was my turn and as much as I wanted to proceed slowly, I lost control of myself as soon as I crossed the threshold, starting a real dance with her tongue, in the most beautiful stage I could desire: her mouth.
Our kisses led us to imperceptible movements that stimulated our nipples, which now were hyper-sensitized, it was Guinevere who was the first to lay a hand on me by extorting a moan.
It was the first time my breasts knew a touch that was not mine, she played with both, then took a hand and laid it on herself.
"Touch me, please! Let's do it together!" I didn't hear myself say it again.
Her breasts were exactly as I had seen and felt them against mine, firm and big, what can I say, I liked it!
We spent more time and then she felt through my fingertips that it was time for me to get out.
We ran to the tent and the towels he'd brought. "You planned the whole thing, didn't you?"
"I was hoping... you didn't like it? Rub it against the body and come close to the fire," she said, turning to me as I reached up to her and kissed her.
"I didn't expect it, but I like it... I don't know what to do but I like it!"
"neither do I, but I'm sure we'll figure out what to do!"
He spread the towel out, I did the same, and we hugged. Still those big breasts against mine, it was damn nice, the fire gave the right warmth, we didn't eat lunch, we just stood there clutching each other kissing.
She dropped hers on the floor, and her hands, now free of meddling, wandered over my body. While tongues now moved free as if we had done nothing else in life.
He passed his hands on my buttocks and then moved to the front.
"Do you shave everything off?"
"yeah, you know, doing art gymnastics... the fear that you might see fur... "It's a lot, !" I felt my fingers reach my groin then it moved over my pubis. The middle finger and ring finger joined the middle finger and began to touch me, and my lips crossed gently.
The legs that the contact continued slowly seemed soft, I was distracted too many pleasant sensations, I could not concentrate on the kiss while it tickled me, the hand went between our lips.
He took my fingers in his mouth and sucked them in sync with the hand that tickled me, then took them out and brought them to his sex.
"together Aria... together! We're doing it together!" I looked at her with an air of pleasure, I think, I nodded.
Her big lips were well developed and completely enclosed the small lips she had to move them apart to find her most erogenous zone.
Much tried we found the strength to reach the tent and lie on the mats that had been set up before.
It was necessary, or I would have fallen from there shortly afterwards, the hands returned exactly where they had been before with a confidence that neither of them possessed.
"I asked once again, I nodded again, I knew what he was referring to, even without understanding why, the fingers penetrated in unison into the other, the moan that resulted was not really controllable, just enough time to understand how to give us pleasure now. Guinevere was at my side, her arms crossed so that they reached our sex, then a mixed movement between inside out and circulatory quickly led us both to orgasm.
Our first orgasm, I would like to tell you that we lasted a long time instead, was such a new sensation. It was so powerful and upsetting that it took very little for the legs to stretch out like jaws on each other's arms, because while our whole body was wrapped in spasms our mouths were anxious to communicate the pleasure we felt. It didn't last long, but not only will we never forget it, but we were just getting started!
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