“Good.” She said as I let her inside. I followed her up the stairs and into the bedroom. She seemed upset with me. She hadn’t said anything sinc... we left the restaurant and I was registering a great deal of animosity from her. Finally she turned to me and asked “How are you doing this?”“Doing what?” I asked.“Making two women crazy about you despite the fact that you are acting like a complete asshole.” She said.“I read somewhere that women like assholes.” I smiled, trying to lighten the. Pulling them out she then brought them to our lips where she then proceeded to kiss me with my cum soaked fingers between our mouths. She tasted incredible. A faint hint of lilac and sweet, the nectar was addicting.After licking my fingers clean, we stepped back from each other. At the same time we tried to introduced ourselves. Laughing I said go ahead. She said her name was Nila, Nila Kirsh from Tennessee. I told her my name and then I asked her if she wanted a cup of coffee. She said sure.. ’ ‘No time for sight-seeing?’ she teased, dead right in her assessment of how I spent that particular trip. ‘I er, was staying with a very handsome exchange student. He showed me lots of things but… none of them were on the guided tours.’ A languid memory of a coffee-flavoured late morning kiss, in a bed strewn with discarded clothes drifted through my mind. I was only nineteen then. So much had been new and thrilling. My clit pulsed unexpectedly, and I shuffled a little in my seat. Lilly. Do you know the story?’ I nodded, my eyes taking in the beautiful colours and the intense light. ‘It’s great there, I love it, but it can be a hell of a place at this time of year. Tourists everywhere. But in the evening when they’ve all gone, the village takes on another persona and returns to how it should be.’ ‘I’m looking for a painting for my new house,’ I murmured, wondering if I could tell this man what was happening in my life. ‘New house, new beginning.’ ‘Well maybe I can help you find.