2 comments/ 27145 views/ 16 favorites A Family Affair Ch. 01 By: duke1951 Authors Note - Please note that this is Adult Fiction, so should only be read by those who qualify! I'm taking a break from Batgirl at the moment, but thought I'd like to share this story with you. I'd like to say that it's a true story, but I should be so lucky! This is part one of probably four, but I reserve the right to change that if the story develops differently - well, what's the point being an author if you can't 'bend' the rules! I'm always interested in people's comments if you'd care to leave one, and please vote if you've liked the story - fives are particularly welcome! I sincerely hope that you enjoy... Duke ***** 1.Awakening I'm not sure if it was the cool breeze wafting across my bare chest, or maybe the sweet fragrance of the jasmine in the large garden below my open bedroom window that first stirred me from a deep slumber. But, then again, it may have been the gentle, delicious feel of lips and tongue caressing my nipples! I sighed as I lay there on my warm bed, but kept my eyes closed as I gradually surfaced, wallowing in the warm feelings triggered by those pressing lips until the taunting tongue was eventually replaced by teeth that began to nibble a little more aggressively. "Hey!" I gasped as my eyes shot open instinctively, "What...?" "Time to wake up sleepy-head, we don't have much time left," was the response from my assailant as she lifted her head slightly, tussled hair still draped over my bare chest. I looked down at my bed-mate, gloriously naked and laying across one of my splayed-out legs. Her lively eyes sparkled with mischief as I reached down to caress her head, and push it gently down back onto my chest. I wanted more of the lips and tongue! But she wasn't co-operating! She twisted her head out of my grasp and propped herself up on her elbows laughing. My gaze had immediately switched downwards as I drank in the sight of her two beautiful breasts, dangling enticingly in front of me. They were high and firm, with dark, purple-like nipples almost rubbing across my chest. I knew from recent experience that they just fitted nicely into the palm of my hands, and suddenly that was the only thing that I wanted as I reached down to grasp them. But again she twisted away, and intercepted my searching hands with her own. "No, no carissimo," she gasped as she trapped my wrists together in one hand, "... it is my turn now!" Then she was crawling over me, lifting my hands above my head and placing them on the white rails of the bed head. "Now keep them there," she admonished with a little giggle, "while I enjoy myself!" I wasn't sure what that meant, but it sounded promising so I complied and grasped the rail with both hands. It was also clear to me that she'd made a strategic mistake if she meant to taunt me though. By crawling over me, her left breast was swaying above my face and it was the most natural thing in the world to lift up slightly and let my lips capture her swaying nipple! "Ohhhh" she cried suddenly, "that's not fair...aaaahhhh!" I'd quickly noticed that she hadn't pulled away this time! So I set to work enthusiastically, sucking hard, pulling with my lips and letting my tongue tease the little button relentlessly as I felt the nipple harden and stretch under my assault. It was a glorious, almost animal like feeling as I sucked at the hardened bud, letting my tongue explore her again, tasting the slight saltiness of the sweat from our earlier lovemaking. She was gasping above me at the electric pleasure starting to radiate out from her breast, and one hand dropped briefly to caress the side of my head as she pushed it harder into my mouth. "Oh Paulo, you're just...ohhhhhhh..." She stood the exquisite torture for long minutes before finally pulling away, breathing hard now. But only briefly. Before I could respond, she'd twisted and was feeding her other breast at me, nipple already erect and anticipating my attention! I didn't fail her, sucking it quickly into my mouth and repeating the treatment that I'd given the other one, making her gasp and mew with pleasure again as this second breast began to radiate its own sensual awakening. Eventually, it seemed like an age later, she regained a measure of control, taking a deep breath as she reluctantly pulled away again, replacing her breast with a quick kiss on my lips as she shuffled back down over me again. Her hair was caressing the sides of my face, her eyes inches away from me as she shook her head expressively. "Now stop that Paulo," she admonished in between long, deep breaths. I was pleased with myself. She was clearly aroused - very! " I told you before that it was my turn, and now it'll be your turn to suffer you little devil!", she said slowly before chuckling to herself as her head twisted away and began to slide down my chest again. Something else was moving as well now and my body tensed automatically as I felt her hand sliding over my bare chest. Suckling at her nipples hadn't just aroused my partner either! I'd felt myself hardening and growing as I awoke to her sensual attentions, and now that her hand was sliding purposefully downward, I felt my cock really spring straight up in anticipation. I lifted my head slightly to see what she was doing but all I could see was the back of her head and her graceful, slim shoulders as she blocked my view. Somehow, I knew that she'd done that on purpose! Then the muscles in my buttocks were tightening as I felt her fingers running lightly through my pubic hair and I fell back onto my pillow gasping as they quickly wrapped themselves around my swollen member. "Mmmm Paolo, very nice," she murmured as her grip tightened and pumped me a couple of times."You know I think it's getting even bigger!" she chuckled again as my fingers locked hard on the bed-head rail, my eyes closing as I absorbed that wonderful, electric sensation. "Still, wouldn't do to make it too easy would it," she said mischievously as her wonderful fingers slipped down my straining mast and began to caress the tight skin around my balls and between my legs. It seemed like the whole of my body was tensing up in a ball of mixed pain and pleasure as she continued to let her fingers explore me. One minute sliding lightly up my taut shaft, then teasing the hyper-sensitive head, then sliding down to play with my balls again. It seemed to go on and on and on. It was sheer torture, and she knew it! It was getting to the stage where I was dizzily contemplating simply rolling her over, spreading her legs and plunging into her just to get the relief that I so desperately wanted when I finally felt her lifting her head off my chest. I almost wearily lifted my own head again. My eyes had been squeezed shut as I tried to control myself as she tormented me, but I squinted down at her again, seeing that she'd moved down my tense body and seemed to be examining my erect cock closely. It was ram-rod straight, veins almost bulging, as big as I'd ever seen it. She too seemed to be impressed as she whispered huskily, "Mmmm Paolo, you really are tempting me. Maybe I should just get on you and ride that big cock until we're both fucked." I wasn't at all sure that I'd last much longer than the time it would take to slide into her. I just needed release. Urgently! "Yes...yes...just...get...on...with... it...PLEASE!!" "But then again...," she paused as she glanced back into my tortured eyes, "...well, I did promise you something different I suppose..." And then she was holding my cock upright as her mouth dropped down and she began to repeat the torture that her fingers had started with her lips and tongue sliding up and down the now super sensitive skin. I cried out "Oh God!" as I grimaced in sweet pain again and watched, mesmerised, as her lips finally closed around the head and her tongue began to caress me inside her mouth. I'd never had a woman do that to me before. And it was so, so good. It was almost killing me though! Her eyes were watching me all the time as she worked on me and she seemed to know that I couldn't last much longer. I could have sworn that I saw a secret smile flit across her face as she twisted her head sideways and began to drop down, forcing my rampant cock deeper into her mouth until I felt her throat closing in on me. Her serpent-like tongue somehow still slid sensuously around the shaft as she held me there for long, long moments before she quickly began to jerk her head up and down. It forced my cock up and down in her warm mouth, hitting all my pleasure spots simultaneously. There was no way that I could hold out any longer and with a cry of relief I finally came! As I pumped my hot seed into her, something in the back of my mind was wondering if this was really okay. Had she really wanted me to unload deep into her throat like this? Not that I could have stopped myself! Afterwards, it took me quite a few minutes to get my conscious thoughts organised, and my breathing back under control. And when I finally looked down again, I wondered if she was going to be angry at my total lack of control. But I needn't have worried. She was still holding my cock, even though it had lost most of its strength, but she was smiling, licking the tip, sucking in my juices still. "Mmmmm... you do taste nice Paolo...now wasn't that a nice surprise?" her eyes were glinting with her own unfulfilled desire though,"... now how about you return the favour...!?" I gasped again as my head fell back onto the pillow, and my mind was suddenly spinning as the amazing events of the last week washed over me. 2.Airport Excitement I'd always felt a little uncomfortable in airports. It isn't that I'm unfamiliar with them. After all, with a big extended family the size of a small army spread out across large parts of Southern Europe, I'd got used to jetting around from one place to another for family 'gatherings' as I'd grown up. My mum in particular seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time making sure that we kept in close touch with various aunts, uncles and cousins alike, tracking birthdays and other significant events closely. And, of course, it meant that we were never short of holiday options in warm, sunny places! So the Arrivals Hall at Pisa International Airport was no stranger to me, and no different to its equivalent in big cities right around the world I suppose. It is a big concrete, cavernous structure with high ceilings, bright lights, advertising hoardings extolling Pisa as the 'Gateway to Tuscany', rows of offices, officials in a wide variety of uniforms, lots of noise and lots of people. I'd been here many times in the past of course, but for once I felt a little surge of trepidation run through me. Maybe because, this time, I was here on my own. I'd been really looking forward to visiting my Aunt Luisa and Uncle Flavio in their villa in the rolling Tuscan hills near Sienna. As was the custom when my mum arranged these things there had to be a 'celebration' of some sort and this was in reward at completing my first year at University. Frankly, it's pretty difficult not to complete your first year, so I wasn't feeling any sense of achievement yet but I had been looking forward to a nice few days in the hot sunshine and maybe to meet up with their son, Guilio, again. He was a couple of years older than me, but he'd been a regular visitor to our 'English Outpost' of the family over the last couple of years and we got on well. And, of course, there was always the big attraction of seeing Maria again. I knew that she was one of my main reasons for being here. And maybe this time we'd move on from childhood friends and soul mates to something else? I'm not sure that I really knew what, but I did know that I wanted to see her again so much. Then my mum had dropped the bombshell a couple of days ago that something had come up at the small gallery that she runs in Chelsea and that she and my older sister, Jasmine, would have to drop out of the trip. My father, who's something fairly senior in the British Foreign Office, had never been considered for the holiday as he was attending some high powered conference in South America, so that left just me! I'd considered abandoning the trip myself, but why should I? I'd been looking forward to the holiday so I'd told my mum bluntly that I was going anyway. Which was why I was now scanning a small sea of expectant faces after sweeping out of the Baggage Reclaim area in triumph at getting hold of my case amongst the first batch to be circulated round the black caterpillar. Unfortunately the feeling of elation at such a quick exit was now being replaced with one of dismay as I realised that none of that mixture of family members, tourist reps and taxi drivers standing expectantly or with name cards held up was one that I recognised. I was briefly annoyed at my mum again. She'd just blithely told me that 'someone' from the family would be there to meet me and I'd somehow assumed that it would be Guilio so I hadn't actually asked her who it would be. Big mistake apparently! After hesitating for a few seconds and unsuccessfully rescanning all the faces, I pursed my lips and pushed my way through the crowd and into the main arrivals hall. Scanning left and right I still didn't see anybody that I recognised so I made for the main glass doors which automatically swept aside in front of me. I'd expected it to be warmer than London. Well, most places are at this time of year, but the wall of heat that suddenly hit me was a bit of a shock and I immediately realised that my heavy duty jeans and thin red pullover were probably not the right gear for this heat wave as I felt the sweat spring out instantly on my forehead and neck. It was so incredibly bright as well and I mentally kicked myself for packing my sunglasses in my case. Idiot! I squinted around anyway for a few minutes, but still didn't spot anyone familiar so I quickly retreated back into the air-conditioned coolness, drifted away from the main exit area and found a couple of vacant chrome seats in a quiet area opposite a car hire desk. After collapsing down next to my case, I started to consider options. A taxi? Not a chance, it would have cost a fortune! Public Transport? Did it even run anywhere near my Aunt's place? Unlikely. Car Hire? Possible, but I'd only just got used to driving in England, and the thought of Italian traffic manners on the 'wrong' side of the road was distinctly daunting! But, just as I was dithering between alternatives, my eyes were drawn to a young woman passing in front of me. She wore a simple, light blue dress which flapped about her as she hurried across the marble floor, waving energetically in the direction of the arrivals gate. "Felicio...Felicio!!" she cried, her round face a picture of joyous anticipation as she gave up trying to walk fast and began to run. Her long, wavy brown hair billowed behind her as I watched, mesmerised, until she reach her quarry, a tall, slim young man in jeans and tattered white tee-shirt, and literally threw herself into his outspreads arms. "Elena! Ohhhhhh!" I heard him respond, equally joyously, just as her enthusiastic arrival almost knocked the breath out of him and he staggered back a couple of paces as he wrapped his arms around the girl and twirled her around. Then they stopped spinning, still wrapped in a tight embrace and got on with the serious business of kissing each other! It seemed to go on forever and I found that I had to consciously wipe away the wide grin that had spread across my face as I'd watched their happy re-union. And it wasn't just me. The people milling around them all seemed to pause and smile at the happy couple, still embraced in their own blissful world. "I wish I'd had a reception like that!" I thought ruefully, and maybe a little jealously as well. The painful truth was that I was 'between girl-friends' again, having broken up with Susan a couple of months ago. But she'd been just the latest in a string of relatively short term relationships. And I knew that it was generally my fault that they'd all complain that I lacked 'commitment'. Maybe I was comparing them all to Maria? I shook my head in exasperation as my fleeting reminiscing was interrupted by the two lovers finally pulling apart. They still looked blissfully happy, and she reached up to whisper in his ear. Then she was pulling at his arm as he grabbed hold of his overnight bag and started almost dragging him bag in my direction. They were both laughing, intent on each other, but for some reason I got the impression that he was suddenly looking a little reluctant as he let her lead him past me. Well, not quite past me as it turned out. I hadn't really noticed it before, but there was a grey, floor mounted advertising machine almost opposite me and sideways on, with a large six by four screen that was busy trying to persuade innocent travellers to use the right sun tan lotion and toothpaste. It was also almost covering a short gap between two of the hire car cabins along the wall in front of me. The gap was empty and seemed to serve no purpose whatsoever. Well not normally anyway, and my eyebrows narrowed in surprise as I watched her glance both ways before pulling her young man into the recess, confident it seemed that they'd be able to resume kissing in a privacy of sorts, away from prying eyes. Except mine of course. Clearly she'd not seen me, sat quietly, almost hidden behind the advertising machine. As soon as they'd dived into the gap and he'd dropped his bag again, her lips were back on his and she was enthusiastically pushing him back against one of the cabin walls, pressing her young body hard against his. This time the kiss was even more passionate and almost immediately their hands were roaming. Hers were caressing his face and neck, running briefly through his short black hair. His started in the same area, roaming around her neck and long wavy hair, before dropping to her shoulders and back, pulling her harder into him. Clearly any reluctance he'd felt initially was being blown away by their joint passion. I was starting to fell vaguely uncomfortable in my voyeuristic role and glanced nervously around, but she'd clearly chosen her spot well because no-one else seemed to have noticed anything, and I couldn't help but look back as the action intensified. By now one of his hands had dropped to her waist, and then rose upwards to cup her breast. She seemed to flinch momentarily at his touch, but as his hand began to massage the taut flesh through her thin dress I could almost hear her groan as their lips separated and she buried her face in his chest, letting the hot, electric sensation wash through her. They were side on, so I couldn't see his other hand, but from her reaction, I guessed that her other breast was receiving similar attention! But after taunting her for a few long minutes his visible hand started dropping down her side, sliding round her dress to caress her full, round behind, making her wriggle in pleasure against him. I swallowed as I started to imagine how that would feel for him, feeling my own response between my legs as I watched, transfixed. But soon that wasn't enough for them, and his wandering hand quickly slid lower, down her thigh as he bent her backwards a little so that he could reach down to the hem. Then it was sliding upwards again over her bare skin, dragging the dress up with it and gradually exposing more and more of her beautifully tanned legs as they continued to kiss passionately. When his hand reached her waist again, there was a sudden flash of white as the side of her panties burst into view and my eyes widened even further as I watched him slip his hand inside. Their kiss was suddenly broken and she seemed to shudder in his arms as his searching fingers began to explore her expectant pussy. Briefly they looked deeply into each other's eyes, as though deciding how far to go, but then she gasped as he hit some particularly sensitive spot and she buried her head into his shoulder again as his fingers worked their magic between her legs. A Family Affair Ch. 01 The hem of the dress had dropped down a little as he caressed the sensitive slit between her legs, but there was no disguising the erotic, sensuous sight taking place in front of me. I swallowed and glanced around nervously again, wondering whether anyone else had seen them, not sure whether I should move away. They clearly hadn't seen me, but if I moved, they might? I was frozen in my seat, getting more and more uncomfortable as their passion increased, and wondering just how far they'd go. Surely they couldn't...? But surely they could! They were clearly both incredibly aroused by now and he must have been feeling her wetness as his intimate exploration went deeper and then, suddenly, he twisted her round so that it was now her back pressed against the cabin wall. She was ready and her hands went straight to his belt, dragging it open as his hands dropped down to pull up her dress again, this time right up her front so that he could grasp the waistband of her panties and drag them down so that they were rolled around her upper thighs and the dark brown bush of her pussy was briefly exposed to my amazed eyes. Not for long! By now her fingers had delved into his pants and pulled out his straining erection, guiding it straight to her wet slit. She spread her legs a little and reached up on tip-toes to let him slip between her outer lips and then she almost took off as he drove hard into her, lifting her off her feet as his hips thrust forwards and he penetrated deeply upwards, holding her there, hard against the wall and in the air as they both gasped in pleasure at the thrilling response exploding around their bodies. Her face was on his shoulder as she clung onto him, and I saw her eyes widen, her lips making an 'o' as she sucked in a deep, deep breath, and then her eyes closed and a delirious expression spread over her face as he began to pump back and forth inside her. "Christ!" I thought, "...this can't be happening...and right in front of me!" I know that I should probably have looked away, but it was just impossible! His hips were driving into her faster and faster, pinning her hard against the wall. Her blue dress had dropped a little down her thigh, covering her nakedness, but I could see the effect of each deep thrust in her eyes as they widened and widened as her climax approached before fluttering shut as the moment approached and she teetered on the edge. He too was clearly getting close as he held her tightly to him and thrust even harder! It seemed just moments later that they both gasped together, clinging tightly together still and frozen in position as the pent-up orgasms swept through them, milking every momentous second of their dual climax. I almost gasped with them, so swept up had I been in their delirious union! They clung closely together for long minutes as they gradually came back to Earth, slowly relaxing and starting to whisper little endearments into each other's ears. And I knew that I had a big wide grin back on my face as I felt so happy for their evident love for each other. Then they suddenly seemed to realise where they were as they looked at each other suddenly in a little alarm before big smiles spreading across their faces as they pulled reluctantly apart and quickly re-arranged their clothing. Within seconds he was picking up his bag, gathering his girl in his arms and sweeping her out of their little love nest and back onto the main concourse. It was then that she saw me! Like an idiot I'd been unable to switch my gaze, and now, as she turned sideways she looked straight at me, her large brown eyes widening as she realised that I'd been watching all along. I'm sure that I went bright red in embarrassment and I was about to finally drag my eyes away when I saw her eyes drop for a second and then switch straight back to me, a secret smile flitting across her face as she pulled a finger to her mouth in the international 'shush!' gesture. I smiled back and nodded. Her secret was safe with me. After all, who would have believed two people could make such intense love in so public a place! Minutes after I'd lost them from sight though, I was still re-arranging my legs as I tried to quell the natural arousal that had built up watching them. My eyebrows narrowed as I wondered again, a little unjustly perhaps, why I hadn't been met like that!! 3.Airport Rendezvous I was probably still shaking my head in bemusement a full five minutes after the two love-birds had disappeared from view, but eventually I had to face back up to the immediate problem of being sat her waiting still. But for whom? I was starting to feel for my mobile phone to try and find out where my lift was when I sensed a change in atmosphere within the building. I wasn't sure what it was, maybe the background hubbub had died down a little, but I noticed that the two white shirted men at the car hire desk were staring down the big hall, and my eyes naturally followed their gaze. Sure enough, there indeed was something there that had altered the atmosphere. A strikingly beautiful young woman had entered the building and, being Italy, almost every male eye had automatically swivelled her way. And why not I smiled, she really was a stunner! Unlike the girl in the blue dress whose beauty was of a natural, unadulterated sort, this woman knew how to dress. And knew how good she looked! She was wearing a pale lemon halter necked dress with striking black polka dots. It was tailored tightly around her lithe body showing off her rounded bosom and full hips beautifully and with the hem high enough above her knees to set off her golden tanned legs. Her striking auburn hair was piled high on her head, leaving her slender neck bare, but her face was mostly covered by a round pair of big black sunglasses that hid her eyes. I sighed in admiration as she started to walk down the hall, the tight dress making her hips sway sensuously as she moved, the black high heels clicking on the hard concrete as her head cast around her, obviously looked for someone. "I'm over here," I thought silently in a mock joke as I tracked her progress. But then she was getting nearer, evidently still looking for someone and my eyes narrowed. There was something about her. And not just her sensuous shape! What was it? And then I was suddenly feeling flustered as her face swivelled my way and she changed direction, walking purposefully straight towards me. I still didn't recognise her behind the big, dark sunglasses, but she seemed to know me and a wide smile had lit up her face as she approached. "Paolo, Paolo...ciao! Sorry I'm late!" she laughed as she neared me, pushing up her sunglasses as she reached out to me. I'd jumped to my feet in confusion at her approach, and was quickly enveloped in the warm embrace, her soft body pushing disturbingly into me as she kissed me on both cheeks, Italian style. I kissed her back likewise as I tried to get my jumbled thoughts in order. Finally, I'd recognised one of my many cousins. "Izzy!" I blurted, "I errr wasn't expecting YOU to be here... I thought that Guilio..." She'd stepped back from the embrace now and was looking at me quizzically. She was just an inch or so shorter than me, but her high heels put her at my level and her deep brown eyes seemed to be challenging me to say the right thing. I wasn't quite sure what that was, but at least I was congratulating myself on not calling her 'Isobella', her full name, which I knew she hated. I'd seen her exact physical retribution on other members of the family who'd slipped up in the past. Something from her Sicilian upbringing I suppose. "So, you aren't happy to see me?" she asked neutrally, as her foot began to tap on the hard marble floor. "Oh God yes Izzy!" I spluttered, "...it's just that...nobody told me..." Then inspiration hit me. I let my eyes wander up and down her slim figure in open admiration. Not a difficult task. "Wow, you look absolutely stunning in that dress." That got a good result as a big smile spread over her face and she reached forward for another embrace. I clung on a little longer this time, enjoying the feeling that I'd found the right words and also the warm feel of her body again! Of course one of the reasons why it was so good to hold her so snugly was the fact that I'd had a bit of a crush on her for so long as we'd grown up. I hadn't seen her for over a year, but before that she'd spent a lot of time at our London home 'improving her English'. She was a year older than me though and, as growing teenagers, I'd developed a kind of fixation on my beautiful Italian cousin. Not that I'd said anything of course. During that idyllic time she'd gradually improved her English, and also improved my knowledge of the local nightspots as she'd dragged me around all sorts of places that I probably wasn't old enough to go in. But with her looks, we could more or less get in anywhere! In the end it was almost a relief though as she pulled away with a laugh, because there was something stirring again in a place that it shouldn't. Good grief, she was my cousin after all! "Come on Paolo, we need to get the car. I had to leave it on yellow lines. Bloody road-works on the motorway!" she added in hurried explanation as she took my hand. I just had time to grab my case as she started to drag me back towards the exit doors. I was shaking my head in silent wonder. Izzy was always late for everything. Even if there'd been no road-works, there would have been something else! As we hit the bright sunshine again, I squinted in the harsh light in the direction that she'd turned us. Near the end of the building a bright yellow open-topped sports car was sitting on double yellow lines at the end of the pick-up road. "Goodness," I gasped in admiration, "Uncle Flavio let you use the Maserati?!" "I know," she smiled at me in a secret kind of way, "Isn't it great! You wouldn't believe how fast it goes!" So that was why she'd been late I thought. Enjoying herself on the back roads on the way over here I suspected. And given Izzy's reputation for adding dents to the natural streamlining of all the cars she managed to get hold of, I was amazed at Uncle Flavio's generosity. She seemed to read my mind, "I had to sweet-talk him a bit," she grinned before adding with a chuckle, "... well, quite a lot actually!" Suddenly I felt a bit sorry for him. I could imagine that Uncle Flavio, successful businessman that he was, would be no match for Izzy if she'd got her mind set on something! But then I spotted something else. "Uh, uh," I said as I noticed the policeman casually leaning against the side of the sports car, "looks like we've got a problem." "Oh don't worry," she laughed as we approached him, "I asked him to take care of it while I went to look for you. He's sweet really!" We'd almost got to the car when I got my jaws closed again. She'd actually had the temerity to get the local fuzz to look after the illegally parked car for her. Amazing! I was then treated to five minutes of the most blatant flirting that I'd ever witnessed. It was all smiles and sparkling eyes, the Italian too fast for me to properly pick up, but there was no disguising the looks. His eyes were struggling to move off the low cut halter top where twin mounds of upper breast were only partially covered. Her long eyelashes fluttered in response as she bent forward a little to enhance the effect. There was lots of touching, although mainly arms and hands fortunately until he placed one hand protectively at the small of her back to guide her to the car. By then I'd had enough of being ignored and thrown my case into the small space behind the front seats, and settled into the soft leather comfort of the passenger seat. I was starting to feel distinctly annoyed, or was that maybe distinctly jealous! And of course he just had to open the driver's door for her and hold her hand while she climbed in. But maybe there was an ulterior motive. It would have been almost impossible for any woman in a short dress to have got into that low seat completely decorously, and with Izzy's tight dress immediately riding high up her thighs, and with her legs apart as she swung herself in he'd undoubtedly got himself an eyeful. Just as planned I thought through gritted teeth as I struggled to stop imagining the sight myself! Izzy seemed totally unconcerned though as she smoothed down her dress a little and hit the starter button, triggering a throaty roar from behind us as the big engine burst into life. There was just time for a quick wave and smile at our 'parking attendant' and then we were off! I'm presuming that Izzy had taken a quick look in her mirror as we'd pulled out, but the way we just slipped, with inches to spare, in between a passing SUV and taxi made me wonder. My knuckles were white on the door grip as I cringed and drew in a sharp intake of breath. I mean either she was the best driver in Italy or... and the loud blast of the taxi's horn behind us confirmed the view of that particular driver. Izzy's response was a piece of Italian that I had heard once or twice before, but not in polite company and certainly not from any lady. My eyes widened is surprise, just in time to see her right hand go up in the air, index finger pointing to the sky in a universal gesture that I'm sure this, and any other taxi driver would have recognised! To Be Continued...