Dana
Edward yawned.
Here he was, living his dream of a summer abroad in Italy, and yet he was bored out of his skull.
When his friend Roberto had first offered him the job working at his beachfront kiosk, Edward had been pumped. Making a little money and spending all day watching beautiful girls in bikinis? What more could you ask for?
But what Roberto hadn't told him was that, first of all, the temperatures every day were scorching hot, as in burn your bare feet if you walked on the sand hot. And secondly, the beach was basically abandoned.
Unfortunately, Edward didn't speak enough Italian to truly understand what was going on, but he knew it was something about inflation and the exchange rate of the euro or something.
And so, today, like every other day, he was stuck sitting in the tiny two-by-three-foot kiosk, waiting for someone to come along and ask for a can of Pringles or an overpriced bottle of some very warm water.
With no electricity, and far out of range of the nearest hotel's wi-fi, every day felt like an eternity.
Edward was sitting back, flipping through an Italian fashion magazine, when all of a sudden, he noticed that he had a customer.
Squinting through his sunglasses, Edward was astonished to see that it was a beautiful young woman with waist-length brunette hair. Even more surprising was that she was wearing only a skimpy black thong.
Edward had known that women sometimes went topless on beaches in Europe. In fact, that had been part of the reason why he'd agreed to take the job working for Roberto.
But so far, the only topless ladies he'd seen had been in their 50s, and their sagging tits certainly weren't something worth flying across the Atlantic Ocean for.
But this girl was different. She wasn't very curvy, but her petite breasts were certainly well-formed. And she had a gorgeous face, even if she looked even more bored than he was.
"Hi there, buon giorno," said Edward. "What would you like? Chips? Peanuts? Water?"
"You are American," said the girl, her accent giving away that she was a local.
"Yeah. Scusi, I am still working on my Italian," said Edward. He couldn't believe that such an attractive young woman had shown up on the beach, and here he was, talking to her! "So, what can I get you?"
"No, thank you," said the girl. "I do not want anything."
"Oh," said Edward, feeling his face grow warm in a way that wasn't caused by the sun. "Okay, well, I guess this is as good a place as any to admire the view."
The young woman looked at him, her face so expressionless that he couldn't tell if she was angry or just indifferent. She then took a seat on one of the three bar stools in front of the kiosk.
"So, uh... you speak English, I see," said Edward.
"Yes," said the young woman.
"I'm, uh, here working for my friend Roberto. His family owns that hotel over there," said Edward, feeling foolish, but he didn't know what else to say. He didn't want the young woman to leave, but at the same time, he worried that his endless blabbering would drive her away.
"I am here with my them," said the young woman, gesturing at the far end of the beach. Edward squinted and could just make out a group of three little kids playing in the surf while two or three adults sat nearby on brightly colored towels.
"Ah," said Edward. "Well, they look like they are having fun."
"I do not like them right now," said the young woman. "They are making me angry. I wanted to go to Sorrento today, but I am stuck here at the beach."
"Right," said Edward. "Well, that's what family does! They drive you nuts."
Edward chuckled, but the young woman remained expressionless. He kept sneaking glances at her bare breasts, worried that she'd catch him leering, but so seemed completely indifferent to everything.
"Well, um, if you need something, let me know," said Edward, gulping nervously.
"Okay," said the girl. "I will tell you."
"Anything for you, signorina," said Edward, feeling quite awkward.
For a long time, they remained there in silence. Edward kept looking back and forth at the girl and then down at the bar. The girl, however, seemed entranced as she gazed out at the sea.
Suddenly, she then turned to him. "Tell me, American. Do you think I am beautiful?"
"What?" said Edward, caught off-guard. "Um, yes. Molto bella. Very beautiful."
The girl seemed to ponder his answer for a long moment. Then she spoke. "If I am so beautiful, then why does my lover cheat on me with other girls?"
"Um, gosh, wow. Um, I don't know," said Edward, gulping hard. "But if you were my girlfriend, I'd never even look at another woman."
The girl laughed. "I will never be anyone's girlfriend. Men are too... stupid. No offense."
"Oh," said Edward. "Sure. No offense taken."
The girl sighed. "I just want to have some fun before I am fat and old. I want to dance. And I want to feel the wind in my hair and the grass underneath my feet."
"Sure," said Edward. The girl was certainly strange, but, nonetheless, he was starting to get a little aroused.
"Tell me, American," said the girl. "It is 40 degrees outside. Why are you wearing a shirt?"
"Oh, this?" said Edward, chuckling nervously. "I... um, well I guess I was trying to look professional. I am on duty, you know."
The girl laughed. "Don't be stupid. What is wrong? Do you have an ugly scar or something?"
"What? No?" said Edward. "No scars."
"Show me," said the girl.
Edward felt his cheeks flushed with warmth, but then he grinned and pulled off his shirt. He'd been hitting the gym three times a week back in the States, so he knew he had nothing to be embarrassed about.
"Not bad," said the girl. "Tell me. Does that feel better?"
"Yeah," said Edward. "It does. It's maybe half a degree cooler now."
"I do not think so," said the girl, giving him an intense look. "I think you are warming up, instead."
"What?" said Edward.
"I do not know how to say it very well in English," said the girl. "But you are looking at me, and this is making you hot inside."
Edward blushed. "Yeah, I think you might be right."
The girl grinned. "Tell me, American. If you took off those shorts, what would I see?"
"What?" said Edward. "Um, what do you mean?"
The girl stared at him with an intense look. "You know what I mean."
"Well, gosh, um..." stammed Edward. He just couldn't believe how direct this girl was. He'd never met a female like her before in his entire life.
"Do it," said the girl. "Show me."
"You want me to take off my shorts? Right here?" said Edward. "Where everyone can see?"
The girl laughed. "I do not see anyone. Only you and me. And you are looking at me. You say I am beautiful? Well, show me the proof."
"Um, this is crazy," said Edward. "I can't just pull down my shorts. Anyway, like, how old are you?"
"Sixteen," said the girl. "Well? Come, now. You are starting to bore me, American."
Edward gulped. He could not believe he was seriously considering showing his cock to some teenage girl. But then he reminded himself that he'd come to Europe to have some adventures, and this definitely qualified.
"All right. Fuck it," muttered Edward. He pulled down his shorts, revealing his half-erect penis dangling in the sun.
"Much better," said the girl with a grin. She then hopped off the bar stool and walked around the kiosk, opening the narrow wooden door and stepping inside.
"Woah," said Edward. "You're not supposed to be back here. Employees only."
The girl laughed. "Do you want me to leave, American?"
"Um, no," said Edward. "Not really."
"Then quit talking foolishness and kiss me," said the girl.
Edward hesitated for a brief moment, but then he leaned down and kissed the girl. The moment he made contact with her fiery hot skin, a shiver of excitement ran down his spine.
The girl wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in even closer, their tongues exploring each other's mouths.
The kiss was so intense that Edward felt his cock stir with excitement until it was rock hard and pointing straight ahead like an arrow at the object of its desire.
Edward then moved his hands to the small of the girl's back and began rubbing it. He found himself getting even more aroused at the thought of having sex with a younger woman, especially given that she was so much hotter than any girl he'd ever dated back home in the States.
"Tell me, American. Do you want to fuck me?" said the girl, breaking the kiss and looking into Edward's eyes.
"Hell yes," said Edward, so turned on that he was panting.
"Then you'll have to catch me!" said the girl, squealing with laughter as she ran out of the kiosk and down to the sea. A moment later, she was knee-deep in the water. She turned back to look at him, giving him a saucy wink.
Edward was so turned on that he was halfway to the water before he realized that he'd left his shorts behind in the kiosk. For a moment, he froze, unsure whether or not to go back and get them, but then the girl giggled and beckoned for him to follow her.
Edward plunged into the water, swimming until he finally caught up to her. As he got to his feet, he saw to his amazement that she was now fully naked, a look of wild mischief in her eyes.
Edward reached out and grabbed her by her slim hips, pulling her closer to him. At first, she pretended to resist, but when he leaned down and began sucking on her breast, she emitted a low moan of pleasure, melting in his grasp.
Edward's cock was so hard that it was throbbing painfully as he switched to her other breast, sucking and nibbling on it. The girl then grabbed his hand and thrust it down between her legs.
Edward groaned as he felt her slippery wet pussy lips against his fingers. He rubbed them up and down, feeling the silky softness of her completely smooth skin.
"Kiss me, American," said the girl, turning to him. Edward obliged, pressing his mouth against hers, tasting her sweet tongue. She pushed herself against him, grinding her body against his erection. Edward could feel her tiny nipples poking against his chest as she pressed against him.
Just feeling the volcanic heat of her pussy inches away from his cock was so intense that Edward felt himself losing it.
A moment later, a few hot drops of cum leaked out of the tip of his penis, but his boner was still raging strong. The girl seemed not to notice as she continued to grind herself against him until she let out a little whimper.
Edward held her as her body spasmed once and then twice, and then she opened her eyes and looked up at him. "How well can you swim, American?"
He was about to reply when she grinned and then dove under the water, swimming further away from shore. Edward went after her, his powerful strokes letting him easily catch up to her.
When he regained his feet, she was now neck deep in water, only her beautiful face and neck above the surface, although it was only up to just above his waist for him.
The girl then sprang up, and Edward reflexively held out his arms to catch her. The girl wrapped her arms around his neck and began frantically kissing him, panting as her burning hot lips roamed across his skin.
As she moved and jiggled her body, Edward's hands slipped lower until he was holding her up by her petite but shapely butt cheeks.
"Tell me, American. Do you still want to fuck me?" said the girl.
"Yes," said Edward. "Yes. Very much."
The girl flashed him a mischievous grin. "Then put your dick inside of me."
With her arms around his neck and his hands holding her up by her backside, it was easily the most awkward sexual position Edward had ever been in. But his cock was raging with impatience, so he carefully let her body slide down as he blindly tried to guide himself into the paradise he so badly desired.
It took a couple of tries, but the girl gasped when he finally got it right, and a moment later, he was rewarded by the delicious feeling of her well-lubricated pussy on his shaft.
Clutching her tightly, Edward then began thrusting himself in and out of her. As he fucked her, the girl began moaning so loudly that Edward glanced around to see if anyone was in earshot. Thankfully, though, they had the entire stretch of the beach to themselves.
The girl flexed her hips so that he could drive even deeper into her nuclear hot cunt, and Edward grunted as he tried to maintain a grip on her slippery backside. "Don't stop now, American!" the girl screamed. "Harder! Faster!"
Water was splashing everywhere as Edward continued to ram her up and down on his shaft. He felt her nails digging into his back as she neared her climax. Edward could feel the tension building in her muscles as her breathing became increasingly ragged.
"I will kill you if you stop!" she cried. "Faster!"
Edward gave it everything he had, slamming her down onto his cock with all the force he could muster. The girl screamed in ecstasy as her entire body shook with pleasure.
Edward's eyes widened as he felt a flood of near-boiling liquid surge out of her pussy as she convulsed and thrashed about in his arms. At long last, she went limp in his arms, and he slowly lowered her down to her feet.
The girl grinned and then dove into the water, heading toward the shore. Edward followed after her, curious to see what she would do next.
When she got to shallower water, she fell to her knees and began crawling toward the beach. Edward stood and watched for a moment, but then the girl stopped. She turned her head and gestured for him to get closer.
This close to the shore, the choppy surf sent a little wave of water splashing against her upturned ass. The girl gave him a grin and waggled her backside, her tanned skin glistening in the sun.
That was all the invitation he needed. Edward ran up to her, his penis now a heat-seeking missile, and a moment later, he was inside her.
The girl gave out a shout as he thrust his shaft into her silky depths. With the breaking waves, the sand was shifting back and forth, making it hard for him to keep his balance, but nothing would stop him from getting his satisfaction.
Over and over again, he plunged himself into the depths of her pussy. Soon, she was wrist-deep in the sand as he continued to hammer her in his lustful frenzy. As he fucked her, her screams of passion grew louder and louder, echoing across the empty beach.
Edward's balls were beginning to ache as he slammed her over and over again. But just as he was about to cum, she crawled forward. Losing his anchor, Edward stumbled backward and fell over in the surf.
As he lay there helplessly, the girl laughed and then ran up the beach and back to his kiosk, disappearing behind the bar.
Bruised and battered but with a grin on his face, Edward stalked up the hot sand, wincing with every footstep. But when he came around to the wooden door and looked inside, there was no trace of the girl.
Confused, Edward scanned up and down the beach, but she was nowhere to be seen. Where in the world could she be?
Edward even crouched down to look underneath the bar to see if she had somehow wedged herself inside one of the cabinets, but she wasn't there either.
He was utterly dumbfounded as he stood there, feeling like he'd just witnessed some kind of magic trick. One moment she had been there, and the next, she was gone.
Shrugging sheepishly, Edward picked his shorts up off the floor and put them back on. After a moment of debate, he then put his T-shirt back on as well.
For several long minutes, he sat there, wondering if the girl would pop back up at any moment, that mischievous grin on her face. But she never did.
A couple of hours later, as the relentless sun finally started to climb down toward the horizon, Edward went through his usual routine of cleaning up and preparing to lock up the kiosk.
As he was out front, wiping sand off the bar stools, he saw something unusual lying on the ground. Bending over, he picked it up. That's when he realized that it was the black thong that the girl had been wearing.
Edward looked around, convinced that someone was playing a trick on him, but there was no one in sight, only a couple of old men walking along the shore about a mile away. Not sure what to do with it, he stuffed the black thong into the pocket of his shorts and got back to work.
Half an hour later, he sighed with relief as he stepped into the hotel's air-conditioned lobby. He was just about to head up to his room when he saw Roberto behind the counter.
"Hey, Edward!" said Roberto. "Just came in to get the mail. How are you, man? How do you like working in the kiosk? Pretty fun, eh?"
"Um, yeah it's okay," said Edward. "Not a whole lot of customers, though, to be honest."
Robert laughed. "Yes, yes. But you wait and see. One week, maybe two, will be lots of tourists. Big convention in town."
"Ah," said Edward.
"Hey, maybe you need to put some sunblock, eh?" said Roberto. "You looking pretty tan, my man. Any more, and you're gonna be roasted coffee."
Edward chuckled. "Yeah."
"Oh, hey, what's this?" said Roberto, tugging the little tangle of fabric peeking out of Edward's shorts. "Woah. Nice one, my man. Looks like you found yourself a girlfriend."
Edward blushed. "Not exactly."
Roberto laughed. "Come on. Don't tell me you wearing girls' bikini bottoms out there. Or has the hot sun maybe fried your brain a little?"
"No, no, it's not that," said Edward, grinning. "Actually, it's a pretty weird story."
"Oh?" said Roberto.
Edward then gave him a modified version of what had happened, leaving out the fact that the girl was just sixteen.
"Oh, no," said Roberto. "This is very bad luck for you, my friend."
"What? What are you talking about?" said Edward.
"This girl, she is Dana Albertelli," said Roberto. "She was visiting from Sorrento when she drowned on this beach many years ago. They say that she comes out of the sea to find a man to take her place."
"No," gasped Edward. "You're joking me. Are you telling me I had sex with a ghost?"
Roberto shrugged. "I can only tell you what the locals believe. Be sure to lock your window tonight, my friend. Otherwise, you might hear her calling you to join her under the waves."
Edward chuckled. "That's nonsense. Listen, man, I'm bushed. I'm gonna head up to my room now."
"Okay, thank you, my friend," said Roberto. "I'll see you around. Ciao."
"Ciao," said Edward, shaking his head as he mounted the stairs.
An hour later, following a lovely cold shower, he was feeling a lot better. The memories of the girl and the sex all seemed like a sun-induced fever dream to him now.
And that story about some ghost? Utterly ridiculous. Closing his eyes, he soon fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
