European Holiday

I went to find my clothes and put my gear back on. I picked up her white dress and panties and before leaving I found her again in the long grass; she looked like a sleeping angel lying there, her beautiful chest heaving gently, the goose pimples on her arms and legs made her look fragile and delicate. I covered her with the dress, making a blanket for her while she slept. I kept the knickers for my self and walked back through the field to the place I had left my scooter. I could not believe what had just happened to me and by the time I was driving back to Rome a few minutes later, I was laughing to myself and smiling. If this is what my holiday is like on the first day, I can't wait for the rest of it.