Gustavo was only a year older than Isabella and they had shared many childhood adventures. Gustavo had become a trader, just as his father had wished,...and now sailed the Mediterranean making deals and, most likely, breaking hearts. Like Isabella, Gustavo had his mother’s jet-black hair, Roman nose and brown eyes. He had the rugged good looks of their father and more than a hint of the animal nature that Isabella had wished her own lovers would possess. Behind the closed door of Gustavo’s old. I had never seen a naked man before and I stared at the hairy belly and protruding truncheon before my eyes. Absurdly, my thoughts were of how funny he looked in his brimless hat which widened as it went up, but with no trousers on. The rider sank back smoothly to bestride the galloping horse again and I felt his body pressed against mine. His weapon was now rubbing on my private forest and the lips it concealed. The sensation was exquisite, much more so than when I pleasured myself. Of course,. I on the other hand am 5’9’’ with plain brown eyes. I am not gorgeous but I am decent enough and have perky B breasts. I slowly tighten his tie back up and grab his hand to lead him to the bed room. Normally he is my master but tonight he seems too tired to be my master. We have only been together for 3 months so I figured this is my time to prove myself. I have never done this before but I am ready to try it now. He slowly moves his hands down my body from behind and kisses my neck. I slap his. We did not even know each other's names and yet, here we were, kissing and grinding away with people all around us. It certainly wasn't bothering anybody, there were lots of girls getting down and dirty.Our frenzied kissing soon grew out of control and we decided we should head for a slightly less crowded area. We walked hand in hand to a dark hallway adjacent to the main stage that had restricted access. The guard was facing the stage and busy trying to keep people from getting too close to.