September 18, 2025 • 10 mins
This weeks erotic audio story for women shows that having a hot girl summer in Florence actually gets better on the trip back. Imagine being lucky enough to sit beside a sex stranger only to have him finger you and bring you to the back of the plane for more fun.
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Speaker 1 (00:01):
Hi, Foxy friends. We absolutely love sharing our ethical erotic
audio stories with you every week. If you'd like to
support our show to keep the content coming, head over
to our patron by the link in the summary. We
really appreciate any and all support. Fucking from Florence based
(00:45):
on the male High Club story can't Pretend to sleep.
From Florence, Italy to London, UK. I always felt free
and exhilarated going to a new country, The anticipation a
few weeks or days before being at the APT and
then leaving the ground on a plane for some of
the best feelings in the world. In fact, I had
(01:06):
barely slept before my trip to Italy with Mia. Her
family had just acquired a summer house outside of Florence
and she invited me on the trip for the week
with her parents back in London. I hadn't left the
UK for a while, and honestly, the week we spent
there was bliss. We ate delicious gelato every day and
even visited what was known as the best gelateria in
(01:28):
the world. We ate our way through plates of pasta
and took a fun cooking glass where we learned how
to make regional dishes from scratch while incessantly flirting with
the hot Americans beside us. We went on a Tuscan
wine tour, where we made our way around the countryside
tasted some of the best wine, cheese, meat, and truffles
the region had to offer. We had even been invited
(01:51):
on a night out in Florence with two of our
tour guides, and we may have even had some hot
Italian hookups. I literally couldn't have for anything better. My
skin was bronzed from the hot sun, and I was
genuinely happy and feeling accomplished. Little did I know the
holiday was to continue. On the plane ride back, I
(02:13):
sat sadly at the airport. Going home did not hold
the same excitement as flying here had. I ordered a
cappuccino and a coronetto a combination we'd eaten every day
since being in Italy, and looked depressively out the window
onto the tarmac. Hopefully I'll be back soon, I thought
to myself. Me and I were both a bit down,
(02:35):
so we stayed to ourselves and read our books whilst
awaiting our flight to be called. Our seats were down
the plane from one another, which wasn't really a bad thing,
as much as I loved her as my best friend,
we had spent basically every day together for the past week.
I was a bit disappointed I wasn't in the window
seat to enjoy one last glimpse of Italy before I left.
(02:57):
But just as I looked back, I saw a man
in the aisle waiting to be let into sad seat.
I barely looked at him and stood up. He grazed
my body with his and I finally took a look
at him as we sat down, and whoa, he was gorgeous.
He had brown skin, thick, short black hair, and a
jaw line to rule any other jaw line. I literally
(03:19):
had to think about keeping my mouth shut so I
didn't gape open. I quickly turned my eyes away from
him and back to my book, But the man wanted
to make casual small talk, and I could tell he
had an Italian accent. He asked me how I enjoyed
my holiday to his country, and I made a slight
joke of how I enjoyed eyeing up all the hot
Italian men, and to my relief, he laughed. We continued
(03:43):
to flirt until the air hostess came around for lunch.
I was thoroughly, enjoying his company so much that I
asked for a red wine with my food and he
did the same. It was almost like being back in
Italy enjoying a parativo, but this time with a gorgeous man.
But boy, did the wine and food put me to sleep.
(04:04):
Before I knew it, I was passed out cold, apparently
against the man's shoulder. I hadn't realized until I felt
the breath of his whisper against my ear. He was
telling me how beautiful I looked. While I slept, I
froze and felt his body leaning in towards mine, and
I mumbled that I thought he wasn't too bad either.
(04:24):
Then I felt his arm go around my shoulder and
pulled me in closer. I relaxed my body into his.
It was both solid and warm. I nuzzled further into
his shoulder, but kept my eyes shut. I was enjoying
this moment of sexy calm. He leant in again, asking
me if I was okay with him touching me. I
(04:47):
lazily answered yes, and with that he started to graze
the bottom of my neck where it met my scoop
neck jumper. His touch was light but erotic. He very
slowly ran his hand down the front of my body
until he found my perfectly erect nipples, which were hard
with a combination of the cool air conditioning that ran
(05:08):
through the plane and how turned on I was. Plus,
I hadn't warna bra that day. I thanked myself for
making such a great decision. I laid there, enjoying him
taking control over my body, still with my eyes shut,
taking in every bit of pleasure I felt from him
touching me. His hand cut my boob and his breath hitched.
(05:30):
I knew he was getting excited. I tried to stay
still and as quiet as I could as he started
to pluck at my nipple, squeezing it rhythmically, but I
couldn't help but let out a small moan. It felt
so fucking good, this Italian god cressing my breasts, wanting
me more and more. I could feel the desire emanating
(05:54):
off both of us, a force to be reckoned. With
the naughtiness of it was making me wet with exciting
I froze slightly as another moan escaped my lips. I
let my hand rob against his erection and whispered to
him not to stop. I moved my hand over the
hard bulge in his pants, teasing him. I could feel
(06:16):
him inconspicuously moving it to my touch, wanting more. We
fondled each other for another ten minutes until I couldn't
take it anymore. I got up and straightened myself out
and told him that I needed to use the toilet,
hoping he would follow me. After I got in there,
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was flustered.
(06:39):
I splashed some water onto my face and waited for
a minute, hoping the hot Italian man would be fresh
on my heels. But after a moment or two nothing.
I guess it was too good to be true. But
just as I was about to leave, I heard a
knock on the door. I opened it, and to my relief,
(07:00):
he walked in. He had so much lust in his
eyes as he looked at me. He locked the door
behind me before turning to me. Everything happened so fast.
He ripped my jumper over my head, and I quickly
ended his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers.
I don't think he was expecting me to give him head,
(07:21):
but I did it anyway. I always loved that feeling
of hearing a guy moan because of me. His deep
growl sent me over the edge as I sat on
top of the shut toilet and placed his hard cock
in my mouth. I sucked it with vigor, placing it
down the back of my throat and looking up at him.
He grabbed the back of my head and controlled the motion.
(07:44):
I had always liked it a bit rough. He continued
to face fuck me as he pulled my head away
from his cock. I tried to keep the sounds of
me sucking intenly to a minimum, but it was hard.
I wanted him to come in my mouth so badly.
I didn't even get to finish him off before he
pulled me away, but I could feel he was close,
(08:05):
and I'd tasted his pre come already. He swiftly pulled
me to my feet and expertly put a condom on
his rigid member. He grabbed the side of my face
and hair with his hands, pulling me in for a
deep kiss. Noticing his enlarged dick against my stomach, He
pushed me into the wall, unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them
(08:27):
down with my panties, and gave me a look. I
told them they yes, I wanted it, I needed it,
And then he entered me, filling me up so holy
I almost let out a cry. He noticed this and
moved his hand to cover my mouth and fucked me
wildly against the wall. I had never done anything like
(08:48):
this before, and this thought, paired with his roughness, turned
me on. I could feel the intensity in both of us.
His thrusts were getting deeper, and my moans into his
hands louder. His cock moved in and out from me,
and my wetness was too much. We locked eyes and
I knew he was going to come. As he came,
(09:09):
he thrust deep inside me and pushed me harder into
the wall, grappling with my neck and letting out a
gasp into my dark hair. He then looked up at me,
bent down and smiled, putting my underwear into his pocket.
He organized himself, brushed his hair back with his fingers,
and while I pulled up my jeans, my juices dripped
(09:31):
onto them. As we inconspicuously walked down the aisle to
our seats, I saw my best friend walking towards the
direction of the bathroom. She stopped and gave me a
puzzled look before a full grown grin spread across her faith.
Hey Foxy friends, Hey and Jay here from Come with Us.
(09:52):
Thanks for listening. We'd love to hear your wildest fantasies
and maybe even make them come to life. So head
to wowebs I Come with Us dot co dot uk
to connect. You can also listen to more titillating tales
whilst there and continue to Come with Us
Hi, Foxy friends. We absolutely love sharing our ethical erotic
audio stories with you every week. If you'd like to
support our show to keep the content coming, head over
to our patron by the link in the summary. We
really appreciate any and all support. Fucking from Florence based
(00:45):
on the male High Club story can't Pretend to sleep.
From Florence, Italy to London, UK. I always felt free
and exhilarated going to a new country, The anticipation a
few weeks or days before being at the APT and
then leaving the ground on a plane for some of
the best feelings in the world. In fact, I had
(01:06):
barely slept before my trip to Italy with Mia. Her
family had just acquired a summer house outside of Florence
and she invited me on the trip for the week
with her parents back in London. I hadn't left the
UK for a while, and honestly, the week we spent
there was bliss. We ate delicious gelato every day and
even visited what was known as the best gelateria in
(01:28):
the world. We ate our way through plates of pasta
and took a fun cooking glass where we learned how
to make regional dishes from scratch while incessantly flirting with
the hot Americans beside us. We went on a Tuscan
wine tour, where we made our way around the countryside
tasted some of the best wine, cheese, meat, and truffles
the region had to offer. We had even been invited
(01:51):
on a night out in Florence with two of our
tour guides, and we may have even had some hot
Italian hookups. I literally couldn't have for anything better. My
skin was bronzed from the hot sun, and I was
genuinely happy and feeling accomplished. Little did I know the
holiday was to continue. On the plane ride back, I
(02:13):
sat sadly at the airport. Going home did not hold
the same excitement as flying here had. I ordered a
cappuccino and a coronetto a combination we'd eaten every day
since being in Italy, and looked depressively out the window
onto the tarmac. Hopefully I'll be back soon, I thought
to myself. Me and I were both a bit down,
(02:35):
so we stayed to ourselves and read our books whilst
awaiting our flight to be called. Our seats were down
the plane from one another, which wasn't really a bad thing,
as much as I loved her as my best friend,
we had spent basically every day together for the past week.
I was a bit disappointed I wasn't in the window
seat to enjoy one last glimpse of Italy before I left.
(02:57):
But just as I looked back, I saw a man
in the aisle waiting to be let into sad seat.
I barely looked at him and stood up. He grazed
my body with his and I finally took a look
at him as we sat down, and whoa, he was gorgeous.
He had brown skin, thick, short black hair, and a
jaw line to rule any other jaw line. I literally
(03:19):
had to think about keeping my mouth shut so I
didn't gape open. I quickly turned my eyes away from
him and back to my book, But the man wanted
to make casual small talk, and I could tell he
had an Italian accent. He asked me how I enjoyed
my holiday to his country, and I made a slight
joke of how I enjoyed eyeing up all the hot
Italian men, and to my relief, he laughed. We continued
(03:43):
to flirt until the air hostess came around for lunch.
I was thoroughly, enjoying his company so much that I
asked for a red wine with my food and he
did the same. It was almost like being back in
Italy enjoying a parativo, but this time with a gorgeous man.
But boy, did the wine and food put me to sleep.
(04:04):
Before I knew it, I was passed out cold, apparently
against the man's shoulder. I hadn't realized until I felt
the breath of his whisper against my ear. He was
telling me how beautiful I looked. While I slept, I
froze and felt his body leaning in towards mine, and
I mumbled that I thought he wasn't too bad either.
(04:24):
Then I felt his arm go around my shoulder and
pulled me in closer. I relaxed my body into his.
It was both solid and warm. I nuzzled further into
his shoulder, but kept my eyes shut. I was enjoying
this moment of sexy calm. He leant in again, asking
me if I was okay with him touching me. I
(04:47):
lazily answered yes, and with that he started to graze
the bottom of my neck where it met my scoop
neck jumper. His touch was light but erotic. He very
slowly ran his hand down the front of my body
until he found my perfectly erect nipples, which were hard
with a combination of the cool air conditioning that ran
(05:08):
through the plane and how turned on I was. Plus,
I hadn't warna bra that day. I thanked myself for
making such a great decision. I laid there, enjoying him
taking control over my body, still with my eyes shut,
taking in every bit of pleasure I felt from him
touching me. His hand cut my boob and his breath hitched.
(05:30):
I knew he was getting excited. I tried to stay
still and as quiet as I could as he started
to pluck at my nipple, squeezing it rhythmically, but I
couldn't help but let out a small moan. It felt
so fucking good, this Italian god cressing my breasts, wanting
me more and more. I could feel the desire emanating
(05:54):
off both of us, a force to be reckoned. With
the naughtiness of it was making me wet with exciting
I froze slightly as another moan escaped my lips. I
let my hand rob against his erection and whispered to
him not to stop. I moved my hand over the
hard bulge in his pants, teasing him. I could feel
(06:16):
him inconspicuously moving it to my touch, wanting more. We
fondled each other for another ten minutes until I couldn't
take it anymore. I got up and straightened myself out
and told him that I needed to use the toilet,
hoping he would follow me. After I got in there,
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was flustered.
(06:39):
I splashed some water onto my face and waited for
a minute, hoping the hot Italian man would be fresh
on my heels. But after a moment or two nothing.
I guess it was too good to be true. But
just as I was about to leave, I heard a
knock on the door. I opened it, and to my relief,
(07:00):
he walked in. He had so much lust in his
eyes as he looked at me. He locked the door
behind me before turning to me. Everything happened so fast.
He ripped my jumper over my head, and I quickly
ended his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers.
I don't think he was expecting me to give him head,
(07:21):
but I did it anyway. I always loved that feeling
of hearing a guy moan because of me. His deep
growl sent me over the edge as I sat on
top of the shut toilet and placed his hard cock
in my mouth. I sucked it with vigor, placing it
down the back of my throat and looking up at him.
He grabbed the back of my head and controlled the motion.
(07:44):
I had always liked it a bit rough. He continued
to face fuck me as he pulled my head away
from his cock. I tried to keep the sounds of
me sucking intenly to a minimum, but it was hard.
I wanted him to come in my mouth so badly.
I didn't even get to finish him off before he
pulled me away, but I could feel he was close,
(08:05):
and I'd tasted his pre come already. He swiftly pulled
me to my feet and expertly put a condom on
his rigid member. He grabbed the side of my face
and hair with his hands, pulling me in for a
deep kiss. Noticing his enlarged dick against my stomach, He
pushed me into the wall, unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them
(08:27):
down with my panties, and gave me a look. I
told them they yes, I wanted it, I needed it,
And then he entered me, filling me up so holy
I almost let out a cry. He noticed this and
moved his hand to cover my mouth and fucked me
wildly against the wall. I had never done anything like
(08:48):
this before, and this thought, paired with his roughness, turned
me on. I could feel the intensity in both of us.
His thrusts were getting deeper, and my moans into his
hands louder. His cock moved in and out from me,
and my wetness was too much. We locked eyes and
I knew he was going to come. As he came,
(09:09):
he thrust deep inside me and pushed me harder into
the wall, grappling with my neck and letting out a
gasp into my dark hair. He then looked up at me,
bent down and smiled, putting my underwear into his pocket.
He organized himself, brushed his hair back with his fingers,
and while I pulled up my jeans, my juices dripped
(09:31):
onto them. As we inconspicuously walked down the aisle to
our seats, I saw my best friend walking towards the
direction of the bathroom. She stopped and gave me a
puzzled look before a full grown grin spread across her faith.
Hey Foxy friends, Hey and Jay here from Come with Us.
(09:52):
Thanks for listening. We'd love to hear your wildest fantasies
and maybe even make them come to life. So head
to wowebs I Come with Us dot co dot uk
to connect. You can also listen to more titillating tales
whilst there and continue to Come with Us
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