ALTERNATE EROTICA

How things might have been

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These stories were the very last I wrote for Isis and all the reality is absolutely true. The rest is pure fantasy on my part, recalled from the thoughts I was having while I was there, and explores how different a family holiday to Lake Garda might have been had it been taken with my lover instead. At the time I really believed it would be the last holiday I would ever have with my family but, alas, Isis had other ideas. Have you ever been on holiday and wished you were with someone else?

The story starts in reality, then follow these codes (EOR)=End of Reality! - (BTR) Back to Reality!

How things might have been 1 (FM cons exib rom)

The directions we were given were terrible and we ended up going up the wrong alpine valley. After following signs to Riva we came to one that said Salo one way, all other directions the other. We now know that Riva is the Salo way. Italian road directions are notoriously fickle so we were not surprised when there were no signs for Riva for 10 miles or so, we'd only seen about 3 in the previous 10 miles. By 15 I was getting suspicious though and stopped to buy a map. Damn. The only alternatives were to go back or take a pass over the mountain. We took the pass. The map didn't really give the full idea of the narrowness, twistiness or height of the pass. 1022m.
We stopped at the top as we were feeling a little ill from the constant twists and turns, and got out of the car in a little car park and view point. We hadn't passed another vehicle all the way up and it was deathly silent. I was surprised how warm it was, the sun was beating down, the air was perfectly clear and you could see the whole of Lake Garda and its valley (EOR).
Isis came up behind me and put her arms around me.
"That is so beautiful. You can see forever"!
"I can only think of one thing that would enhance it", I said, turning to kiss her. "We could hear a car coming from miles away up here. I'll get the camera, you get undressed". I turned and walked back to the car before she could protest. By the time I turned back with the camera she was wearing nothing more than her strappy sandals and a big grin!
I took some pictures of her, then she insisted on taking some of me, and I didn't resist the idea any more than she had. Then I used the timer to take some of us together. I tweaked her nipples gently to make them look better in the photos and she tweaked mine brutally to kill the erection that was threatening to make them unprintable! In the end even that didn't work and I laid some coats over the picnic table, laid Isis on top of them, and we fucked with all the urgency of lovers who have been apart. I held out for as long as I could, but the sheer eroticism of fucking in the open by the road, and in such a fantastic setting, meant that I must have come in under ten minutes. Once we stopped we could hear a car wheezing its way up the hill and we only just managed to make ourselves presentable before it came around the last corner.(BTR)
I put up with 10 minutes of whinging about the state of the roads, the joint decision to come that way (which had now been made entirely by me), etc, before we drove off. Just around the first bend was a house!
"Wow, fancy living there and waking up to that view", I said.
"I bet it takes ages to get to the supermarket though", replied my wife.

How things might have been 2 (FM cons M-dom)

(EOR)The first night in the apparment we make love. Passionate, meaningful love. All night. (BTR)
But that was after I'd noticed something very interesting in the underground garage as I parked the hire car after we'd unloaded it. (EOR)
I'd made a few preparations before going up. (BTR)
We were the only people in the entire block, with it being so late in the season. The next day we finally got up around lunch time and went out for a drive around the local area, which turned into a bit of a marathon, and we had dinner in a local restaurant, finally returning to the apparment well after dark. The moon was out but, as we got out of the car in the basement and the vanity light switched off, it was pitch black. You really could not see a single thing, not so much as a glimmer from under a door. (EOR)
I locked the car so Isis couldn't reopen the door to put the light on, even if she found it. I had let her get well away from it before closing mine and putting out the lights. I quickly felt my way to the concrete column I'd left the ropes by. They were where I'd left them still looped into half hitches. I joked with her about the dark, telling her to come towards my voice as I knew the way out. I could hear her shuffling towards me. I kept one foot against the column to keep my bearings. When she got to me I had the loops around her hands before she realised what was happening, and pulled them tight. I pulled the trailing ropes round the column and in seconds she was immobilised, her back against the column, and her arms pulled back around it. She called me a bastard, but I could tell she wasn't really angry. I pushed into her grinding my rampant cock into her groin, kissing her hard, and pawing her tits roughly. She responded to my kisses and I moved my hands down to her trousers, hurriedly undoing them and pushing them down, along with her knickers. Next I fumbled my own trousers and underwear off before putting my hand down to explore the effect my treatment was having on my lover. As I expected she was soaking wet, her juices almost running down her leg in fact. My cock slipped into her with ease and I forced it up as far into her as it would go before settling into a slow strong rhythm, grinding into her, forcing her back into the rough concrete. The sensation of the unfinished surface chaffing at her sensitive arse was obviously turning her on and she kept on calling me a bastard over and over, and I knew she was loving every minute of it. I began to fuck her harder and, as her knees started to buckle, held her up against the column by her tits. She gasped out that she was coming, and with a couple of violent thrusts I joined her, pumping my spunk deep inside her.
After I pulled out she complimented me on my inventiveness and told me that my spunk and her juices were running down her legs and making her feel really dirty and abused. She told me how much she loved me and how much she wanted me again. I stood back and listened to her, and felt a very deep sense of love for this gorgeous woman, and awe that we could be so closely tuned sexually. I wasn't going to repeat the performance though, you should never try to repeat something that quickly, it just spoils it. I released my lover and picked up our things. (BTR)
I switched on the lights using the switch on the back of the concrete column and we went upstairs to our appartment.

How things might have been 3 (FM cons F-dom)

We made our way up the steps from the basement garage to the appartment. (EOR)
There was something delightfully naughty about being out and naked from the waist down. In fairness our shirts would have saved our modesty, but we peeped around each corner anyway, just to make sure no-one was there. (BTR)
Of course the place was totally silent and deserted and we were soon inside the appartment. (EOR)
We threw all the stuff on the sofa and were immediately in each others arms again, kissing passionately. I noticed my lover was still holding one of the pieces of rope and knew I was in for a good time!
Breaking the kiss she led me off to the bedroom and invited me to put my hands out to be tied, which I did. Then she led me over to the wall where a TV was mounted on a wall bracket about 8 feet up. She threw the rope over the bracket, then stood on a chair to pull the rope down, and so my hands up. Threading the rope between my arms she then tied it off on itself. I wasn't on tip-toe, so it wasn't uncomfortable, although I was a little worried about the rather small looking bolts that were already holding a fairly large TV. A few gently pulls reassured me that they were man enough for the job. Isis got off the chair and undid my shirt, which she bunched up behind me, rolling it over itself so that the whole thing was behind my neck and shoulders. I found it was quite handy to lean against.
Then she closed the shutters, turned the lights out, and proceeded to give me the slowest and most sensual built up to a blow-job I'd ever recieved. It was a pitch black as the garage had been. I got little licks, nibbles, strokes, scratches, pinches, kisses, and a variety of other sensations I couldn't always put a name to. All building up, moving towards my erogenous zones, then away, tantilising and teasing. It must have taken half an hour at least until I finally felt her lips gently settle over the end of my hard, throbbing cock. What followed was the most beautiful, delicious, succulent blow-job I've ever experienced. I could tell she was really putting the effort in, trying her best to make me come. I knew she would take it in her mouth and swallow it if I did. When I felt her finger moving up between the cheeks of my arse I obediently spread my legs a little, accepting a little more strain on my arms so that she could gently scratch her nails over my anus before sliding one well lubricated finger inside. Despite the previous action in the basement it was almost enough and I very nearly gave her what she wanted. But not quite.
Eventually she seemed to realise that she wasn't going to get me off and let me down. We made love until the early hours, finally falling asleep at around 3am. The next morning I woke to find her climbing on top to fuck me again. This time she didn't make love to me, she just fucked me, grinding her cunt onto my cock, using me to get herself off. I was in heaven, being dominated and used by my gorgeous lover, but it was her that was coming, pushing herself down onto me and rubbing her clit 'till she got her release.
She made me wait another half an hour before she finally agreed to untie my hands. What a bitch! (BTR)
God, how I love her!

How things might have been 4 (FM cons exib rom)

We drove down from the appartment in Tremisone and stopped high above Lake Garda. The single track road winds through a tunnel cut just inside the sheer rock face with windows cut for ventilation and light looking out over the lake. After the tunnel is a passing space just big enough to park for a moment and take a photograph before the road disappears into a new tunnel that cuts down directly through the rock. I climbed over the barrier and walked a little down what was evidently the old road snaking its way round the outside of the rock face on a ledge with just an extremely old and rusty rail that looked as though it wouldn't stop me if I tried really hard to barge through it, let alone a car or lorry. I turned and took a picture of the family stood by the car, perched on the side of the massive drop with the stunning vista of the north end of the lake in the background. It is not often you have to change to a wide angle lens to get everything into a landscape, but on this occasion I had to turn the camera ninety degrees as well. You cannot get much more dramatic scenery.
Having got the shot I turned and walked around the corner. The old road was covered with a smattering of fallen rocks and a lot of weeds were growing from cracks in the surface. I suddenly realised that from this position it was impossible to be seen from virtually anywhere on this side of the lake. I moved back from the barrier to where the sheer rock face rose directly beside the edge of the road and leant back against it. Now I really could not see any part of this side of the lake except the bit of road I was on and the next little promontary of rock with the road winding round the outside of it. I guessed the far side of the lake to be around three to five miles away. The weather was bright, sunny and clear but you would need a fantastic telescope to see me from the other side. And a lot of luck to be looking in just the right place at the right time(EOR)
Once again I was finding out that there is something delightfully naughty about being out and naked from the waist down! Within seconds of me leaning back against the rock to take the sun Isis had my trousers and pants down and was giving me a blow job in full view of half of Italy. How many people live on the east side of Lake Garda? Twenty Thousand. What chance that one lucky individual was actually looking across from his or her villa with a high power telescope? If so they had a rare treat. I ws hard almost before Isis had my cock in her mouth, but her gently tongue soon coaxed the full glory out of it. I pulled her up and kissed her hard while feverishly ripping her own trousers off.
"Take me, take me now you bastard", she gasped as I released her from the kiss. I was not going to be asked twice and twirled her round, throwing her against the hot rock face, my rigid cock thrusting instantly into her sopping cunt. She threw her arms around my neck as I started to fuck her, then took the weight off her own legs and wrapped them around my waist. I held her tight, pushing her into the rocks and fucking her hard using just hip action. I knew I was not going to last long, but I did not care, I was lost in the moment. It was just me, her, and Italy. She called out my name to them, called me a bastard, a fucker, and I filled her with sprerm and called her a fabulous bitch. It was all over in minutes. She put her legs down and we kissed. I told her I loved her. She told me the same. She scooped up a handfull of cum from where it was leaking between her legs and drank it down before offering my her fingers to clean with my tongue. I could tell she enjoyed my willingness to do it. I knew our relationship had moved forward a large step, it was the first time we had actually expressed our love face to face. I felt more in love than ever before. I felt that I ha made a commitment, almost like a marriage, with the whole of Italy there as a congregation of witnesses. I looked deep into Isis's eyes and knew she was feeling the same things. We pulled up our trousers and moved over to the rail. Neither of us spoke, but we did not need to. We both know what we wanted to do. We kissed tenderly by the rail, right at the edge of the precipice where everyone who cared could see. I knew she could taste me as I could taste her. Somehow, just at that moment, it seemed more meaningful than swapping rings. I hoped it would be. I hoped we would feel like this forever. I told her so.
"I hope so to", she said.(BTR)
A honking car horn distracted me from my thoughts. One of those really annoying ones fitted to small Italian cars of uncertain vintage. Going back around the corner I saw we were blocking two cars trying to pass each other. I ran back up to the car and we all jumped in and managed to shuffle up with the car behind and let the one in front past. As we drove away my wife asked what had been round the corner.
"Just a fabulous world you'll never know about", I joked!

The End.

I thought that holiday was going to be the last family holiday we would have. I was determined not to mess it up for my daughter so she would always have happy memories. Unfortunately I spent most of it daydreaming about the sort of things I have written of above! It was a week spent imagining how things would have been if Isis had been there instead of my wife. At the time I thought it was based on reality. I really thought that sometime in the next few years I would be able to take Isis there and do it all for real.
If anyone has been coming back here from time to time hoping to see the fourth part that I didn't get around to writing before she left me - I hope it was worth the wait! And I'm sorry I couldn't face writing it for so long and kept you waiting!

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