A young and handsome aspiring photographer takes a trip across Europe, stopping in France, Vienna and Zurich before ending up in a small village nestled in the hills of northern Italy. He instantly catches the eye of a group of impossibly hot young girls roughly his age, who proceed to stalk him all over town as he takes photographs of the scenery and architecture. Then, when he is finally alone down by a quiet stretch of the nearby river, they pounce on him and give him a vivid taste of the area’s greatest natural beauty.
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Directly opposite the shop was an old wishing fountain with a large round pool at the bottom, around which several people were sitting and similarly admiring their surroundings, eating their lunch and lapping up the sunshine.
Among them was a small group of young girls perched on the side of the fountain, chatting to each other and laughing merrily. They were the picture of youthful beauty and innocence, or at least so they seemed at first glance. I looked over at them a few times as I sipped my coffee, noticing that I was perfectly positioned to see directly up their short mini-skirts as their knees lilted slightly apart. I tried to avert my gaze but the silky skin of their thighs had a magnetic effect on me, drawing them back across to stare at them even though I knew it was wrong. Thankfully, the coffee shop was sparsely populated and the waitress was busy clanking around with coffee pots behind the counter, so I nervously looked back over at the girls for a few more cheeky glances. I could easily see their panties as their thighs drifted open and could feel my penis becoming firmer with every second that I spent watching them. There were four girls in total, all of them impossibly beautiful and radiating their sex appeal in every direction. They looked roughly the same age as me; all of them dressed in light crop tops and t-shirts with their mini-skirts barely concealing their long, slender legs. They each had a mixture of dark hair colors, ranging from a vibrant auburn to jet black and every one of them sported a smile that would ensnare any man within seconds.
I continued to glance across at them, moving my head to peer around the frustrating people walking by the front of the coffee shop. Then, as I stared over at the one sat second from the left, she clocked me and met my gaze. I shuddered anxiously and kicked the table, almost sending my saucer flying across the floor. I caught it in time and set it back down on the table, checking over my shoulder to see if anyone had noticed my nervous moment of fright. I kept my head down, pretending that I’d been inspecting my camera all along, but then I realized that it almost certainly looked like I had been taking pictures in addition to spying on them. I put the camera down and casually inspected my fingers nails, peeking out of the corner of my eye to see how they were reacting. My heart sank immediately, as I realized she was nudging their arms and pointing towards me in a fit of giggles. The blood began to rush to my face and even the chill of the coffee shop’s air conditioning wasn’t enough to suppress the wave of heat that suddenly consumed my face. My breath began to waver and a bead of sweat trickled down my forehead as they laughed raucously at my expense. Maybe they’re laughing at something else, I tried to convince myself. I was never the most persuasive person, though, and eventually I decided to swig down the last drops of coffee from my cup and set off on my mission to photograph the nearby brook.
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