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Sorrento

By: Bella_Seni



I'm two years older than my brother, Matt. I guess when we were both teenagers I tended to look out for him, but never interfered, especially when it came to his dating habits. Yes, I was a little jealous of some of his girlfriends, but he never got serious enough with any of them to get a strong reaction out of me one way or the other.

A couple years ago, things changed. I was 26 and Matt was 24 when my parents decided to take a trip to Italy, my ancestors' home. I was probably more excited about going than Matt, who was going to have to leave his latest girlfriend, Amy, at home for two weeks.

They were getting serious--way more serious than I had ever gotten with any of my boyfriends. I didn't like Amy for several reasons, only one of which was that she was dating my brother and I figured he deserved better. I saw the two-week trip as an opportunity to get his mind off her and bring him to his senses.

Being an Italian girl, I had several advantages over Amy: I tan very easily; my dark hair and features drive some guys crazy; and, I inherited wonderful tits.

As long as I avoid too much pasta and cheese, my weight is manageable. At about five feet seven inches and one hundred nineteen pounds, I do OK.

I used to occasionally tease Matt with my body when he first started noticing girls and I first realized guys cared what I looked like. I'd use the usual tricks--letting my towel open 'accidentally' and then feigning embarrassment, wearing the smallest panties I had and a too-short top when I knew he'd see me, or bumping up against him in the most erotic way I could.

They were childish attempts at having him notice me with no intention of anything ever happening. Almost ten years later, when we were heading to Italy for two weeks, my intentions were anything but childish.

We were spending two weeks on the Amalfi Coast, which I knew nothing about before the trip. It didn't take long for me to determine we might have landed in paradise. It's on the west coast of Italy, south of Naples. The only part of it I had ever heard of before was the Isle of Capri. It was, without a doubt, the most beautiful stretch of land I'd ever seen.

Villages appeared ready to fall into the Mediterranean from their mountainside perches. Thick groves of trees lined the hills, while fabulous beaches lie below. The roads were narrow, curvy, and treacherous. But, for the most part, it was heaven.

The first few days we were there, Matt and I spent most of the time at a beach near Sorrento. Neither of us anticipated as much topless sunbathing as we saw, but not once did I hear Matt complain. Contrary to what I'd heard about most 'clothing optional' beaches in the United States or Europe, a lot of the women going topless did, indeed, look good topless.

I built up enough courage to try it myself on the second day. I was very self-conscious of anybody else seeing me topless besides Matt. He managed to kick sand on my bare chest when I was half asleep and not paying attention late in the afternoon. He seemed to REALLY enjoy watching me wipe it off with my hands.

So, that was my first exposure to him on the trip and I hoped he liked what he saw, because I had bigger plans for him. Or, rather, I had plans to make him 'bigger'.

In an effort to save money, my parents put me and Matt in the same hotel room. They figured we were adults and could handle it. They should have known better.

The first day we were both cautious about changing clothes in the bathroom and going to bed almost fully dressed. But after the beach incident, I decided it was time to make my little brother forget about his dear Amy...at least for two weeks. I resorted to wearing my bikini in the room, or taking off my more formal dinner clothes where he could see, or walking out after a shower in just panties.

He clearly was attracted to my breasts. His eyes lingered longer than I would have expected when I began to show them in the room. I deliberately acted as if nothing unusual was happening and I could tell he was attempting to do the same. Unfortunately, I didn't get the 'rise' out of him I might have hoped for. Apparently that would take a concerted effort.

We had separate, twin beds. The hotel...like many in the area...was not the most modern and the air conditioning was iffy, at best. Many nights the room ended up being much warmer than I kept it at home. Therefore, I quickly got into the habit of sleeping in just my panties. Then I took the additional step of not always pulling the sheets up much higher than my hips.

Matt got a pretty good show every night. Poor guy. I tried to fall asleep facing him or, at least, on my back each night. If the sheets happened to get kicked down below my knees...well....

Midway through the first week, after constant teasing mixed with considerable exhibitionism, Matt was ready for me. The family was taking a day-long tour of a working farm near Sorrento that specialized in producing homemade cheese and other products. There would be plenty of opportunity for me and Matt to be alone.

Lucky for me, it was extremely hot. I wore a tank top with no bra along with my shorts. It was almost unfair. No 24 year old guy should have to be around that all day and not be allowed to put his hands on me. That was my reasoning, anyway.

The drive wasn't long, but I nearly shrieked a couple times when people on scooters came flying around sharp, narrow corners almost straight into us. I tried to concentrate on the view out over the Mediterranean.

Once we were there, I spent most of the morning walking around the farm staking out the most likely place to get Matt alone without anybody interrupting us. I made sure to agree wholeheartedly with his irritation at having to be at the farm in the first place. It was going to be 'us versus them', and he seemed to hang with me more than he normally would have.

During lunch, especially, I noticed him talking to me almost exclusively. Maybe the wine had something to do with it, so I encouraged him to have another. Drunk was no good, but 'happy' would work.

Finally, right after we were done eating, our parents said they were going inside the main house to watch a demonstration of some craft something or other. Simultaneously, Matt and I said, 'No thanks.'

We assured our parents we could keep ourselves occupied for an hour or so and would meet them back in the house. With that, Matt and I left the group.

"Where are we headed?" Matt asked.

"I want to go back to that lemon grove we were at earlier," I said. "I thought we could see the shoreline if we went just a little farther up."

Matt bought into my reasoning and tagged along. I probably could have said anything at that point and he would have agreed. But I had a spot picked out in my mind, and I had a plan.

We began walking from the house out into the hilliest, most densely wooded area of the farm. I tried to time it so that our conversation turned a little more erotic the closer we got to the thick grove of trees I had in mind.

"So, you seem to be enjoying the scenery," I said to Matt. "Especially on the beaches."

"It's an opportunity we don't get back home. So, I'm going to take advantage of it," he said as we hiked farther up the hill, far out of sight of the house.

"You don't mind seeing me topless?"

"Have I complained?" he asked.

I smiled, looking through the trees at the distant coastline. Since I said we were coming up here to find a better view, I had to wait until we had one.

"I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable," I said innocently.

"You don't."

I stopped at the next fairly level space of ground, surrounded by lemon trees as far as you could see. "Do I make you feel anything else?"

He looked at me curiously. Before he could speak, I put my hand on his crotch.

"Do you ever get hard looking at me?" I asked, rubbing him gently.

"No. And I don't think..."

"I think you're lying, Matt. I think at night you lie there and get hard watching me sleep," I said, finally getting a reaction out of his cock.

"Jennifer."

It was spoken as a command, but a weak one. I wasn't letting him off so easy. I rubbed harder.

"Did you ever want to touch me when I was naked?" I asked.

"No."

I felt his cock growing inside his shorts.

"Or suck my tits?"

He started to speak, probably in protest. But my hand was sliding up the inside of his shorts, searching out his hard cock. As soon as I had my hand around it, I said, "Did you ever want to fuck me?"

Matt looked almost too nervous to answer. He managed to say, "Jennifer, please don't."

"Answer me, Matt. Have you ever wanted to touch me, or lick me, or fuck me?"

I was stroking him as if I had no intention of letting go. Softly, he said, "Yes."

"And if I said I wanted you to fuck me, and we had the chance, would you do it?" I asked.

He groaned as I gripped him harder. "I would."

"Good. Take off my top."

I let go of him and brought my hand out from inside his pants. With almost no hesitation, he grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up over my head. I immediately took off his shirt and moved closer, so that our chests barely touched.

I lightly touched his lips with mine and started a soft kiss. There was nothing sensuous about it, just a little kiss. But as soon as I took his hands and moved them up to my tits, the kiss became more. Our mouths opened and passion took over.

Matt squeezed my breasts tightly as the seconds wore on and my nipples became more prominent. Soon, he was rolling them between his fingers and I was moaning.

"Undress me, Matt."

His hands moved to my shorts without even breaking off the kiss. The shorts slid down my legs after they were open and I kicked them aside. Then Matt kneeled down and pulled off my panties. He kissed the inside of my thighs before running his tongue over my pussy one time.

I let him linger down there, feeling his hands on the outside of my legs and his tongue on the inside. He didn't go back to my pussy often. Instead, he teased me with kisses and licks.

He stood up and I began removing his shorts. When he was naked, I held his erection in my hand and admired the thick cock as it lay in my palm. It grew before my eyes, even prior to my lips lightly kissing the tip.

"It's so big, Matt," I told him. Then my lips engulfed the end of his cock and I began to suck him. Slowly, I pushed forward and took the entire length of Matt's cock in my mouth.

By the time I had licked him a few times, he was as hard as he was going to get...and I wanted him inside me.

I sat on the ground in front of him, spread my legs a little, and said, "I want you to fuck me."

As Matt was moving between my legs, I cleared a couple lemons off the ground behind me and laid on my back. If he was still having reservations, Matt didn't express them. I figured his extreme erection was now doing the driving, not his brain.

I watched him get into position. I felt his cock at the entrance to my cunt. A couple seconds later, as I looked up at the green leaves of the trees and the clear blue sky, my brother started to fuck me.

I gasped with satisfaction as he filled me with his long, thick shaft. All the hours of teasing I'd been doing on the beach and in our hotel room had made me more than a little horny. It felt incredible to have such a big cock drilling me. If we laid there all day and fucked it would have been fine with me.

Matt eventually lowered his body onto mine and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He held me by the ass, squeezing it as we rocked back and forth. I put a hand on my tit and played with the nipple, sending ripples of pleasure down to my pussy.

We urged each other on, both of us increasing the intensity of our fucking as it became more obvious we were going to carry this through to the end. I did have it in the back of my mind that I wanted to be better than Amy, but he was so good I just ended up enjoying the ride and doing what came natural.

Our moans grew louder and I worried about anybody in the lemon grove hearing us, even though we hadn't seen another person since leaving the house. Soon, we were both on the verge of cumming.

"Where should I...," Matt began to say.

Breathlessly, I told him, "In me. It's OK. Just cum."

Hopefully relieved that I was protected, Matt picked up the tempo. He also picked ME up, lifting my ass higher off the ground and enhancing the pleasure of his cock inside my cunt. I reached for my clit, hoping to be able to time my orgasm with his.

"God, Jen. I'm going to cum."

"It's OK, Matt. Fuck me harder!"

His cock was like a piston as it worked in and out of my cunt. We both groaned loudly the closer we got to cumming. The excitement of knowing my brother was about to cum inside me was all I needed to begin my orgasm.

Just as I first screamed out, Matt began to cum. I thrust my pussy up towards his body and he responded with long, hard, deep stabs of his cock inside me. I felt spurt after spurt of his semen fill my cunt. Each time I managed to touch my clit another wave of orgasms hit me.

"Yes! Yessss!" I cried out.

Matt simply grunted with each thrust and continued to fill me, until his cum and my own fluids were leaking out onto my thigh.

When Matt was done and my body was back on the ground, he laid on top of me, seemingly exhausted. We rolled onto our sides and I kissed him on the side of the face. When he pulled out, he looked at me as if trying to read my mind.

"Wow. That was awesome," I assured him. "You were great."

He smiled and put his hand on my breast. "Thanks, Jen."

I didn't ask if he meant thanks for the compliment or thanks for having sex. It didn't matter to me.

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The drive back to the hotel was uneventful, although I found it hard to keep my hands to myself with Matt next to me in the back seat of the tiny car. I knew it would be important to follow up our first encounter with another to impress upon my brother that I was serious about this. Not wanting to fuck him with my parents in the car, I decided to wait.

We showered almost immediately once we got back into the hotel room. Perhaps we both considered showering together, but neither of us said anything. So, we took our turns and dressed for dinner.

As usual, I chose a rather low-cut dress to give Matt plenty of opportunity to 'recover' from the afternoon. I smiled to myself when I noticed the guys in the restaurant looking at me. If they only knew that the one I wanted was sitting across from me.

We were pretty much on our own after the meal. I talked Matt into walking down to a gelato place for dessert, but I had trouble keeping his eyes off the beautiful women on the sidewalk. There was nothing I could do—short of taking my dress off—to keep his full attention. I was saving that for later. So, I allowed him to fantasize about fucking some thirty-something babe he didn't know. Then we went back to the room.

"Did you enjoy this afternoon?" I asked him as soon as we were alone.

Matt was sitting on the end of his bed, taking off his shoes. "Of course. Did you?"

"Very much."

He took off his shirt and started to unbuckle his belt.

"I'd like to do it again sometime," I said. I watched him open his pants, pull down the zipper and take them off.

"I would, too. In private."

He looked up at me and I smiled. He deserved whatever he wanted after what I 'made' him do. He was in his underwear, walking to the dresser to get new clothes.

"Well, you were the one who said you wanted to fuck if you had the chance," I said in a playful voice.

"You seduced me," he replied, pulling out a pair of baggy shorts.

"You practically raped me."

He looked at me with disdain. "Hardly."

Matt was about to pull on the shorts. "Don't get dressed, Matt."

He glanced over his shoulder at me.

"Please," I said.

I walked around in front of him, took the shorts from his hand and put them on the bed. I looked down and lightly touched his cock through his underwear. I caught his eyes peering down the front of my dress, which allowed a nearly complete view of my tits from his angle.

"You have the best cock I've ever seen," I said without looking him in the face. "I'm going to want it a lot."

He didn't respond. At least not verbally. I could see and feel the only response that mattered to me.

I kneeled down. His shorts came off easily and I held his wonderful cock for the second time that day. A couple of licks up and down the length of his shaft returned him to the hardened state I remembered from the lemon grove. If he was going to get THIS hard, THIS fast, THIS often, he was going to be seeing a lot of me.

I had him in my mouth, sucking him the best I knew how, when I felt the straps of my dress being lifted off my shoulders. I never stopped bobbing my head up and down Matt's cock as my dress fell down and gathered at my waist. His fingers were on my naked breasts almost instantly. My nipples ached with pleasure as he rolled them in his hands.

My tongue pressed against the warm skin of Matt's cock, the veins throbbing harder the longer I sucked. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer, forcing me to deep throat him. I thought back to when that same wonderful cock was pounding into my pussy. I could feel the wetness between my legs growing with each memory of that fabulous fuck.

If I was learning one thing about Matt, it was that he came too soon. I could tell from his body's reaction that his orgasm was building just a couple minutes into my blowjob. We'd have to work on that, I thought to myself.

"God. Yes! Almost there, Jen."

I was going to check one more fantasy off my list this time, if he didn't cum first.

"Yes! Oh, fuck. Yes!"

Just as Matt was about to tell me he was cumming, I pulled back and said, "Cum on my tits, Matt. Now!"

I never saw a guy grab his own cock as fast as my brother did. He began frantically jerking himself off, aiming the bright pink head right at my tits. He moaned, groaned, and then made some guttural sound that I knew from experience announced an impending orgasm.

I kept my eyes open, hoping he had the sense to keep the first couple blasts of cum somewhere south of my chin. It was almost a mistake. The first shot hit my neck before he got the aim and landed several streams of white sperm up, down, and around my tits.

The sound of his voice and the sight of his cock pouring cum all over me was one of the most erotic things I'd ever experienced...without actually cumming myself. I absolutely loved the sensation of his warm juices dripping over my body.

I leaned back until I was on the floor under Matt. I looked up at him and said, "Take off my clothes...and eat me until I cum."

I was naked in no time, with Matt's head buried between my legs and his tongue sliding in and out of my pussy. I thought about all the adorable Italian dudes staring at me in the restaurant, knowing that all of them wished they were Matt right now.

Then my brother was sucking on my clit and I was brought back to the reality of being licked and sucked by an expert. So THIS was why little Amy was serious about my brother. God, he was good—moving his tongue over my engorged clit with just the right amount of pressure, sliding down to my cunt, inserting his tongue and lapping at my favorite spots. I worried about HIM cumming too fast, and two minutes into oral sex I was about to explode.

I tried to grip the cheap carpet, cried out with delight, and started to cum. My entire body shook each time Matt touched my clit. I don't always feel completely satisfied after regular sex, but oral sex just drains me. I came and came, until finally finding myself trying to crawl away from Matt's mouth.

"Stop. Oh God, stop," I moaned.

I must have looked like the ugliest thing on earth...with cum all over my chest and my hair frazzled from shaking my head back and forth during multiple orgasms.


Sorrento Pt. 01



Looking back, it is easy to see how the holiday was going to change the person that I was; the stresses, the triggers, the opportunities, were all there. It was like the planets aligning for some spectacular solar eclipse. But of course, all that is easy to see with the benefit of hindsight. 

The holiday was Tom's idea. He had to be in Sorrento for work, but, being the pragmatist that he is, he suggested now that we had some free time and a few less financial commitments, I might like to accompany him. Sorrento; the most romantic and alluring city in the world, and he tempts me with time and money. Not that he was incapable of sweeping me off my feet; when we first met, he was constantly surprising me with flowers, silly gifts, and the hottest love letters you can imagine, but I suppose that thirty years of marriage and raising three kids changes things.

And please don't think that I am complaining; I am not. In many ways Tom is a good husband, and he is the perfect father to our children; he has always been caring and supportive, and he provided us all with a wonderful home and the security to live the lives we aspired to. Ever since reaching puberty, I dreamed of just being a mum; spending my time taking care of a house and children. Tom, with his energy and hard work gave me that opportunity, and never questioned that it should be different. But, now that the everyday pressures of cooking, cleaning and school runs were behind me, I felt that I needed something more.

I have girlfriends, and when the last of the children went off to college, being fellow mums and in similar positions, they instinctively rallied into a support network. Our coffee mornings grew into lengthy lunches. Organizing car share for our kids changed into organizing gym classes, and the occasional swapping of magazines spawned a fully-fledged book club. We read mysteries. We read thrillers. We read avidly, and with each new book, we dissected and discussed. 

I suppose that it was books that created the spark; the desire for a bit of passion in my life. We, the girls, of course read E. L. James; the trilogy had received too much publicity for any self-respecting woman's book club to just ignore. I had no inclination to investigate BDSM or find out if I had a dark side, but it did make me wonder if there was more to sex than the rather perfunctory ritual that Tom and I now occasionally performed. Neither did it lead to my wanting to add more than just Tom to my list of sexual conquests; Tom had been the only man that I had ever been intimate with, and I actually felt content that it should be remain that way. But it did lead to my adding more romance to my reading repertoire; not your everyday Mills and Boon style stuff, but books that explored the deeper side of relationships, particularly sexual relationships. I can see that may have fuelled my curiosity, albeit deep somewhere in my subconscious. 

We arrived in Sorrento late on a Sunday. Whilst I slept for most of the 13 hour flight, Tom worked; reading through reports and making notes, getting ready for the hectic round of meetings that would occupy his week. He was enough of a gentleman to escort me to our first evening meal at our hotel, but he was understandably exhausted, so after we had eaten I made sure he got some much needed rest. I however, was too excited to sleep and returned to the bar for a night cap.

It was late October, and the hotel relatively quiet. The Maitre D' that had been immensely attentive to Tom and I during our meal, now greeted me like a friend, and offered me a liqueur and coffee on the terrace. I became lost in the atmosphere; the sheer beauty of the place, and the opportunity that I had been given to enjoy it. It felt as though everything that was missing from my life could come right in a place such as this.

That first evening was rather cool, and I had slipped into a cardigan and jeans before venturing downstairs. Monday however was much warmer. While Tom was out at meetings during the day, I occupied myself exploring the area close to the hotel, and relaxing by the pool. When Tom and I went for dinner that evening, I dressed in leggings and a short sleeved top. Antonio, the Maitre D', commented that I looked most beautiful. 'Molto carino.' It had been years since I had been complimented like that, and it seemed to really hit home. I know that I blushed, but I enjoyed the attention. When Tom eventually retired to the room to make his conference call back to the office, Antonio again invited me to take drinks on the terrace.

After again becoming lost in the moment, I found myself standing at the edge of the terrace, sipping a glass of sweet orange liqueur. It was there, my back to the terrace and hotel that I suddenly became aware of someone standing closely behind me. I have no idea now why I did not turn; that would have been a more natural reaction, but I didn't. I just stood there enjoying the majesty of the view. Apart from the sound of distant waves breaking over the rocks, it was completely silent, and I sensed that there was no one else close by. 

This person moved closer. Whether it was the combination of wine and liqueurs, or just the peaceful atmosphere, I will never know, but I had no sense of danger or fear. I felt perfectly relaxed. I could feel the warmth of another body near mine; such was the distance now between us. I think I actually closed my eyes.

The next thing I felt were lips; a kiss. The kiss was at first very tentative, but perhaps because there was no sense of rejection on my part, it was repeated more firmly, and slowly traced the contour of my neck from hemline of my top to just below my ear. And that was it. I heard the brief sound of chatter from the restaurant spill out as the terrace door opened and closed, and then I was left alone in the silence. Being a woman in her middle years, I have of course been kissed many times, and by many people; friends, family, and even the occasional flirtatious kiss at parties, but this was different; the sensation lingered and made my skin tingle. 

As I passed through the restaurant I looked carefully at the men. Antonio wished me 'buona notte,' an elderly gentleman looked up from his dinner with his wife and nodded to me, and the young barman smiled. None seemed to acknowledge what had just happened outside, yet at the same time, all of them did. I felt confused and embarrassed, but at the same time, incredibly excited. I was sexually aroused. When I got to our room, I feigned needing the bathroom so that I could have some privacy, and then did something I have not done since I was in my teens. I pulled my leggings and panties off, sat on the toilet, and played with myself. Since having the children, I have usually been too dry and found masturbating difficult, but this time, there was no discomfort, and I was able to make myself cum very quickly.

Tuesday followed much the same pattern. Tom was able to walk round the town with me in the morning before going off to meetings, and I spent the afternoon reading and relaxing. It was a little overcast and cool, and I was happy to wrap up in my jeans and cardigan. In the evening we went to a beautiful local restaurant that had been recommended, and then returned to the hotel for Tom to make his conference call back to the office. I headed to the Terrace for a nightcap. I have to confess that thoughts of that kiss and all that had followed had stayed with me throughout the day; thoughts that ranged from 'what on earth was I thinking' allowing that to happen, right through to, will it happen again?

When I stepped out to the terrace, I made mental notes about where I stood, positioning myself out of sight from the windows and door to the restaurant; part of my brain arguing that this admirer may not see me and leave me alone, part that this admirer would not be seen with me. At first I knew that there was another couple out enjoying the evening; I could hear their voices, but they soon went, the sound of the restaurant momentarily announcing their departure.

I stood there for what seemed the longest of times, wondering if last night had just been a figment of my imagination, when suddenly I felt him; felt his presence behind me. In the silence I could hear his breathing. This time I definitely shut my eyes; I wanted to enjoy every sense of what he was without distraction. 

Without thinking I moved my body back towards him, arching my back out my bum so that gently brushed against his groin. I held it there, savoring the idea that somehow our bodies were touching. It is not easy to sense much through denim, but I imagined that I could feel an erection growing. His left arm wrapped around me, his hand cupping my right breast. I could feel his hand gently squeezing and my nipple harden. I could hear his breathing quicken as he started to nibble on the side of my ear, intermittently kissing and biting with his teeth. His right arm wrapped around my lower body, pulling my bum closer and tighter into him. His fingers pushed against my pubic bone, gently sliding up and down, sending sensations that felt like lightning bolts through me. 

Suddenly I wanted this man. It felt ridiculous. I had no idea who it was, and even less idea of whether he might hurt me, but I wanted him. I wanted to feel his hand inside my pants. I wanted to feel him touching my naked flesh. I wanted ... I didn't dare put into words what I wanted. No sooner than it started, than the sound of the terrace door brought it to an abrupt end. He kissed me one last time on the side of the neck and withdrew. I wanted to turn and reach out for this man. I wanted to throw my arms around him and keep him, but somehow I was frightened that the spell would be broken; that this weird anonymity was the one thing making it possible. I stood there, frozen, excited and exhausted.

My mind slowly came back to a strange sort of reality; having stood there on the brink of having sex with a complete stranger, I now had to go upstairs to and behave normally with my husband of 30 years. I also realized that I was highly aroused and wanted sex. I wanted someone inside me. I could at least achieve that. When I reached our room, I locked the door and immediately checked that Tom was off the phone and the laptop was closed; I certainly did not want what I had in mind to be broadcast across the west coast of America. Tom was laid back on the bed. I stood so that I was in his direct sight line. I undone the waist of my jeans, then took my cardigan off and slipped my top over my head. When I undid my bra and threw it across the floor, Tom seemed to get the message and started to undress. By the time I struggled out of my shoes and jeans, we were both naked. I crawled onto the bed on all fours and positioned myself over his semi-erect penis. Semi-erect was not sufficient for what I wanted, so I took him in my mouth and sucked; oral sex was not something that often found its way into our repertoire, but I knew it would get him hard, and the harder he got, the more aroused I became.

With hindsight I went too far; I obviously took Tom too close to orgasm. When I eventually sat astride and he entered him, he was only able to continue for a few inconsequential thrusts before he came inside me. Now I confess to adoring the feeling of having Tom cum inside me; it was one of life's great revelations when I first went on the pill, but I needed ... well, I needed to be fucked; fucked long hard and deep so that I came too. What happened with Tom was disappointing. He was not usually inconsiderate when we made love, but I could see that he just wanted to curl up and sleep.

I felt horribly frustrated. I took myself off to the bathroom, and for the second night running, sat on the toilet and played with myself, while Tom's semen leaked from my vagina. I made myself cum, but it lacked the satisfaction I wanted; I needed to reach orgasm by being fucked.

Wednesday was a beautiful day; clear blue skies and a warmth in the air that reminded me of summer. I persuaded Tom to take me shopping after breakfast; I had seen a couple of small designer boutiques, and needed both Tom's language skills and his credit card. We had to wait until eleven for them to open; plenty of time to relax over coffee, and talk. Tom admitted he felt guilty for not having as much time with me as he had hoped. I assured him I was finding ways of enjoying myself; less of a lie than he thought. The dress I bought was red and very Italian. Sexy. The strapless top was elasticated so that it held my bust firm and could be easily worn without a bra. The bottom flared out so that it would have risen if I had been able to spin.

I spent the afternoon sunbathing by the pool with my book, and planned to join Tom after his meeting. Most of my afternoon was spent thinking about what had happened the night before, and anticipating what may yet happen. The uncertainty was agony. I spent forever in the bathroom getting myself showered, shaved and dressed; wanting to make myself absolutely perfect for whoever it was that wanted me. Somehow, the guilty feelings that I should have had about breaking my marriage vows were just not there; subsumed by sexual desire and frustration. I wished I had bought some sexy underwear to go with the new dress; everything I had was more for comfort than thrill. I determined that I would have to wear something through dinner, but somehow they would be abandoned shortly after.

After dinner, Tom went off to make his nightly conference call, and I stepped out to the terrace with my now usual coffee and liqueur. It was a truly beautiful evening; warm and balmy. Sadly the few residents that were in the restaurant thought so too; the terrace doors were propped open and people kept appearing to experience the view. I honestly thought that my hopes and preparations had been in vain; that I would never be alone, or worse still, that Tom would finish up and come down to join me. But my patience and persistence were rewarded.

When I heard the terrace doors close shut, I deliberately stood and walked over to the wall; the spot where I knew I was out of view. I stood looking out. Again I felt his presence behind me, and his gentle kiss upon my neck. Again I eased my bum towards him, letting him know that I was eager. His left harm travelled around my body. He clearly sensed the absence of a bra, and soon had the top of the dress pushed down, exposing me completely to the world and his touch. His hands felt so good exploring the contours of my breasts and nipples. His right arm gently caressed me and lifted the hem of the skirt, until he was able to slide his hand under and discover my naked stomach. 

He seemed to enjoy running his fingers through my carefully trimmed pubic hair, but that was nothing to sensing his reaction when he put his hand between my legs. He breathed deeply, almost gasping for breath. I think that thrilled me as much as his touch. My lips were engorged and clitoris hard; his touch was almost painful, but his touch was sending minor earthquakes shuddering though my body. He bent forward slightly, and I managed to part my legs slightly and allow him easier access. With that, a finger slid between my lips and part way into my vagina. I came. I physically shook. I unwittingly shrieked, and felt a trickle of something warm run down the inside of my thigh.

He pushed me forward so that my bare breasts now lay on top of the wall. Saying that he pushed makes it sound violent, but it wasn't. It was actually very gentle, but it was clear what he wanted of me, and I was more than willing to oblige. The feel of cold rough stone against my naked breasts was exquisite. I pressed down and arched my back, aching for whatever was to happen.

He seemed to crouch behind me, lifting my skirt over my waist. It was a strange sensation being exposed like that, not just because it was in public, but the most intimate parts of my body were now being intensely scrutinized by someone I neither knew nor had seen. Looking back, I liken it to appearing in a porn movie, but that thought never entered my mind at the time. I was euphoric on sexual excitement; it was as close to pure animal lust as I could imagine, and all I could think was 'please let it happen.'

I imagined having felt how wet I was, he wanted to taste me, but far from it. He used one hand to part the cheeks of my bum, and then proceeded to lick and kiss my tight puckered hole. I immediately thought he was going to try to have anal sex with me, and my mind raced through the issues of pain and all of the very un-sexy things that you associate with your anal passage; it was not something that Tom or I had ever contemplated or discussed, so this was suddenly new. But, I wanted whatever this man was going to give me. I wanted to be taken, and if that meant having my ass fucked for the first time, I really didn't care; the sensations that I was now experiencing with this mans tongue probing the outer edges of my anus, were worth whatever might follow. 

He had one hand free, and made sure that the rest of me was not ignored. He caressed the side of my now squeezed breast. He caressed my back. He caressed my thighs, and he slid his hand between my legs and sweetly caressed my now dripping slit, intermittently sliding a finger over my clitoris, and entering my vagina; every movement getting me closer to a second orgasm. Somehow he instinctively knew I was close, and while still tonguing my bum, he thrust three fingers deep inside me, taking me over the edge in an explosion of feelings.

I heard the terrace door open and voices spill out. We both stood, he straightening the lower part of my dress, me pulling the top back over my breasts. I desperately wanted this to go further; I desperately wanted to be fucked, long and hard. But in spite of that desperation, I was moved that this person cared enough to want to protect me. When I thought that I was properly decent, I closed my eyes tight and turned to face him. 'Thank you,' I whispered, 'I hope I might get the opportunity to make this up to you. I want to make you happy.' I didn't really know what I meant by the words, or even where they came from, but they felt sincere; they felt right. He leant forward and kissed me tenderly on the lips, and walked away, before anyone could see us together.



Sorrento Pt. 02



Thursday started overcast and remarkably cool. I was happy to wrap up in Jeans and my cardigan. I confess that I had slept remarkably well and despite the change in the weather, I started the day feeling refreshed and remarkably alive. Somehow I knew this was going to be a very good day.

I was so glad that Tom had fallen asleep when I arrived back to the room; I had been convinced that he would know what I had been doing just by looking at me, or worse still, smell sex. I had been convinced that every man in the hotel had known what I had been doing, but somehow that just contributed to the warm glow that had developed inside me; I had become a woman that was desired and wanted. I felt special.

Tom had set an early alarm. As we sat and enjoyed breakfast together, he brought me up to date with work. I have always taken an interest in the job he did, and always made sure I was there to listen to ideas and grumbles whenever they arose, particularly if he needed to just vent. I was genuinely concerned that this round of talks had not gone well, but when he told me that he had to go to Rome, I found it hard not to cry out with joy.

I would have a whole day alone. A whole day to do whatever I chose without having to face the reality of what I was; a faithful married woman. I know that I should have been questioning my judgment, reminding myself of the vows we had made when we got married, but if those thoughts were there in my head, they did not linger. I wanted to enjoy myself. I wanted to experience new things. I wanted to experience sex in new ways. I wanted to be fucked by someone I did not know.

Tom had organized a rental car with the hotel, and told me that he would drive back this evening if the meetings finished early, otherwise he would stay over and return in the morning. I sincerely wished him luck. I genuinely wanted things to go well for him, but secretly hoped he would have to stay.

The woman from reception came to tell Tom that his car was ready and waiting for him. When he ran back to the room to pack an overnight bag and collect his papers, she handed me an envelope, simply saying 'a message for you, Mrs. De Carlo.'

I puzzled at first who might leave a message for me. Tom had been sitting next to me until a few seconds ago, and any family or friends would have called his cell. Then I realized. This was from whoever was making out with me on the terrace.

I looked round the room thinking that whoever it was must be watching me. The restaurant was busy with people taking breakfast. A few people seemed to notice that I was looking, and acknowledged me with a smile. The other guests, the waiters, there were any number of possible candidates, but none gave any hint that they had enjoyed licking and finger fucking me last night. 

I opened the envelope. It was standard hotel key folder with a room number, and a time. Inside the key folder was a key card. I glanced at my watch. It was just after 8.00am. I had six hours to wait.

After Tom left, I tried to distract myself by reading, but thoughts of the things that had happened, and imagining the things that might happen, made it impossible. I read the same couple of pages several times over without grasping a single sentence. I tried flicking through a magazine, but the articles dwelling on the excesses of celebrities, and glossy images of women in sexy underwear, just made it worse. It was going to be six hours of agony.

I went for a walk. I stopped for coffee and a pastry and then made my way to the boutique where I had bought the dress. I had made up my mind that if I was going to be seen in my underwear by a stranger, then it was going to be the sexiest underwear I could manage. I did not want to use my bank card, that would alert Tom to what I was doing, but I hoped I had enough cash.

The sales girl remembered me. I had thought that my limited knowledge of Italian, and her broken English were going to cause problems, but it soon became clear that she thought I was planning a surprise for the husband that bought the dress, and translated my thoughts perfectly, even if the man was not my husband.

I ended up with lilac satin panties and bra, trimmed with black lace. They perfectly matched the dress that I thought of wearing. And as I had been encouraged to step into the changing rooms, undress, be properly measured, and try them on, I could attest that they fitted perfectly, and looked adorable.

By 2.00pm, I had showered, dressed, and spent forever with make up and hair. I wanted to look perfect. I wore a knee length, sleeveless purple dress, and black high heels. I tried hard to hold on to the thought that I looked classy, but being dressed up in the middle of the day made me extremely self conscious. Thankfully the room was towards the back of the hotel and I passed no-one.

I arrived exactly on time, feeling nervous and very, very horny. I knocked, but after a few moments of nothing, let myself in. The room was a smallish twin, but furnished in much the same style as the suite that Tom and I occupied. The window opened onto a small, rather dusty courtyard, so the room appeared quite dark, but someone had left fresh flowers on one table which gave it a friendly, homey sort of feel.

On a second table stood an ice bucket, a bottle of Prosecco, and some glasses. On the bed a black scarf. In the few minutes I had alone, I opened the bottle, downed a full glass of wine, and tied the scarf tightly over my eyes. The wine was Dutch courage. I felt less certain why I wanted to be blindfold, but somewhere in my head I thought, if I did not know who was fucking me, I would not be embarrassed after.

I heard the door. I stood by the end of the bed and soon felt the presence of someone standing very close to me. Lips kissed me gently on the mouth. I recognized them; their feel, their taste. I knew it was the same person that had kissed me the past three nights. I felt strangely safe and loved.

Hands started to fondle my breasts, very gently and very slowly. Each time they brushed over a nipple, a tremor traveled down my body to my already aching groin. I felt the zip of my dress being pulled down, and allowed it to slide off my shoulders. As my dress landed in a heap at my ankles I tried clumsily to step out of it, and two hands took mine to help steady me. It was then that I realized there was still a hand on my back. Three hands. I gasped and stiffened.

Something was said in Italian which I did not understand, and then the voice spoke to me. 'I am so sorry, we did not mean to frighten you.' The voice was female. I felt so confused. The hands holding mine gently guided me so I could sit on the edge of the bed. 

'If you wish us to leave, we will do so immediately, but please accept that I am sorry, I did not mean to upset you.'

'I thought you were ...' I started.

'A man? Please, believe me that right this very moment, I wish that I were. I am very attracted to you, and I thought from our little exchanges, that you felt the same.'

My mind raced. Those moments on the terrace were with a woman? Of course it made sense, the softness of those hands, the kiss, the tenderness. But I had deluded myself that it was a man. I had so desperately wanted to be fucked by this person, that I had not even considered the possibility that it was anything but a man.

Taking my silence for dismissal she stood and started to move away. I instinctively reached out for her hand, and said, 'no, please, it is I that is sorry. I want you to stay. I want you both to stay.'

There was a moment of stillness. Silence. She leaned forward and kissed me. 'Thank you. I thought I understood what it was that you wanted, and thought that this would make you happy. If I had a penis, I would not dream of relying on someone else, but sadly I am not a man.'

I could not think of anything appropriate to say, so I simply squeezed her hand and stood, hopefully showing both of them that I was ready. I tried to imagine how I looked in the lilac satin panties and bra. I hoped that the extreme sense of being aroused was not leaving unsightly wet stains.

'I have one question,' she asked, 'do you wish that he wears a condom?'

I thought about the joy I had felt when Tom first made love to me without a condom, how wonderful it was to feel him cum inside me. 'No,' I replied. I did not once think about any risks.

Hands once again started to touch my breasts and caress my skin. I was acutely aware that this time, the hands were masculine, the feminine one being tightly held in mine. It was not long before my bra and panties were skilfully removed and I stood there completely naked, scrutinized by two pairs of eyes. It is a truly exquisite feeling knowing that you are being looked at with desire and lust.

I was guided to sit on the edge of the bed, and listened to what I assumed was the sound of the man undressing. A hand gently took the back of my head and pulled me forward until I felt the man's penis brush against my face. I used both hands to reach forward and guide it into my mouth.

I have already confessed that Tom is the only man that I have been intimate with, so my experience of size was non existent. What I now grasped was far larger than I imagined a penis could be. I was able to hold both of my admittedly small hands around the shaft, and still have room for the beautifully bulbous head to fill my mouth. I felt it push against my tonsils. I know that I audibly sighed, and I felt a sudden rush of warmth in my groin. I could feel the bed covers where I sat becoming damp with what was flowing from my vagina.

I was then guided to lay back. The woman was behind me so my head rested on her leg. I instinctively reached for her hand, wanting her to be part of what I was experiencing. The man lifted my legs off the floor, raising them high up towards my shoulders. I managed to hold one. The woman, the other.

I imagined how I must look. I imagined how inflamed and engorged my cunt lips and clitoris were; I could feel them burning. I imagined my swollen cunt fully stretched and exposed in front of a man that I did not know. And not just stretched and exposed, but dripping and leaving puddles on the bed. I imagined seeing my tight little bum, puckered and twitching. I imagined all of me, waiting to be taken. 

The head of this enormous cock was soon rubbing the entrance to my cunt. He clearly wanted me every bit as much as I needed him. Each time his penis touched my clitoris, an earthquake went off inside me, sending shudders through my whole body. When he did finally enter me, I had an immediate orgasm. I screamed out words; obscenities. I had never sworn in whole life.

Thankfully all of this was taken as encouragement. He did not stop. He continued to feed his cock into my now aching cunt. Slowly, with each successive thrust, taking it deeper. I felt the end of it pushing against my cervix, but still he continued to thrust and push, distorting and stretching my insides in ways I did not know possible.

I felt his testicles slapping against my bum, the wet now oozing from me making them stick, so it sounded as if they were slapping me. Finally I felt the lower part of his belly rubbing into mine, squeezing my clitoris between our bodies. That and the sensation of being fucked deep and hard sent me over the top one more time. I screamed and I shook, and I continued to shake, as he continued to fuck me.

The thrusting and pushing eventually gave way to a moment of stillness, as he exploded inside me. I could feel his cock throb as he released hot sticky cum deep into my womb, the force of it seeming to fill me even more.

When he withdrew, it was to mutual sighs from us both, while my cunt joined in with the sound of what can only be described as a fart, as if it were blowing bubbles. Far from being embarrassed by the noise, I felt as if I could rejoice in it. I felt wonderful.

The woman, who had held my hand during the whole experience, now leaned forward and kissed me, the sweetest and gentlest of kisses that is possible to imagine. 'Please do not move,' she asked, 'I will be right back.'

I did move, but it was only to slide further up the bed to get more comfortable. I could hear the rustling of clothes, and a hushed conversation in Italian. I made out the words 'grazie' and 'molto bravo' but little else. After the door closed, there was more rustling of clothes, and a body slid down onto the bed next to me. A naked body. A naked female body.

'My my,' she said, 'he has always claimed he was built like a horse, but I thought he was just bragging. I can see I will have to take him more seriously in future.'

'I have never imagined being fucked by a horse.'

She laughed. A sweet, contagious, easy laugh. She reached for the scarf. 'Shall we take this of?'

'Please'

When it came off there was a brief moment where my eyes struggled to focus, but then I recognized her. Her beautiful smile. Her beautiful large black eyes. It was Anna.

It was Anna that had greeted us and checked us in when we had arrived at the hotel. It was Anna that I had laughed and joked with almost every time we had passed the reception desk. It was Anna that had seemed so very sincere when she said she would do anything to make our stay a happy one. It was Anna that passed me the envelope this morning.

I had judged myself to be only a few years older than her, but now, seeing her naked body at such close quarters, her absolutely perfect olive skinned body, she looked a lot younger. She was petite, slim, with long black hair. She had perfectly formed pert breasts with large dark brown nipples. 

After all the times I had complained about Tom and other men not looking at women's faces when they spoke to them, here I was staring at Anna's breasts. Transfixed by them. 'I am glad you approve,' she said.

'May I touch?' I stupidly asked.

'I really wish you would,' she replied, reaching for my hand and placing it so that it cupped her. Her breast seemed to fit perfectly into my palm. It felt so very, very good. I smile up at her face. Her beautiful face.

'I take it you have never been with a woman before.'

'No,' I admitted.

'Is that because the thought repulsed you?'

'No, it is because I never imagined that I could be with anyone but my husband.'

'Hmmm. That seems to have changed.' She laughed, and moved to kiss me. It was wonderful feeling her lips against mine, and quite magical when our breasts touched. I instinctively put my arms around her, pulling her ever closer, and kissed her deeply and passionately.

'If you have never been with a woman, then you have never tasted a woman.'

'No.'

'And does that idea repulse you?'

'On the contrary,' I said, 'I am quite looking forward to it.'

With that she pushed herself up onto all fours, and shuffled across the bed. She placed her feet either side of my shoulders, then sat back so that her bum hovered above my face. I was able to raise one arm so that my hand was again able to touch her breast. She clasped her hand over mine. I had no control of my head, the most I could do was open my mouth and stick my tongue out. There was no room for other movement. 

My tongue first seemed to make contact with her perineum; that tender area of flesh that separates vagina from anus. I knew the term from the number of times mine had been cut and subsequently stitched in childbirth. But for Anna, this part of her body was clearly very sensitive. She gave an involuntary sigh as my tongue slid over her flesh.

As she eased her body back, my tongue reached the lips of her cunt. Wet and swollen. I used to masturbate regularly when I was a teenager and licked my fingers often, so I knew what the taste was like, but it was very different having that taste direct from another woman. It was sweet and salty at the same time, and seemed to coat the end of my tongue.

Anna continued to move until I reached her clitoris. I thrust my tongue out as hard as I could, wanting to pleasure her, but no sooner than I thought I was making contact, she moved, and slid her body forward, forcing my tongue against the tight sweet hole to her bum. This was something I could never have imagined. The end of my tongue seemed to tingle. It was delicious. I could feel her anus relax and widen allowing my tongue to enter her.

And Anna moved yet again. One moment I was licking her vagina, the next her bum, the next she would push down and my nose and mouth would be covered by her now dripping cunt. I wondered if it were possible to suffocate like this, but then, if I had to pass from this world, I could not think of a more delightful way. 

I have no idea how long we continued. I had instinctively reached between my own legs with my free arm and was now well on the way to reaching my third orgasm. Anna's movements were becoming more frantic and random. I was conscious that she was using her free hand to rub her clitoris, as it kept pushing my nose to one side.

When Anna came, she screamed. A flood of liquid seemed to gush from inside her, filling my mouth. I had no idea whether it was liquid just pushed from inside her vagina, or whether the orgasm had made her pee, but I truly did not care. As soon as I could breathe, I swallowed.

I came a few seconds after Anna, more powerfully than the last time. Noises emerged from somewhere deep inside me, and my body shook involuntarily. I continued to rub myself, and as I rubbed, so the orgasm just went on and on. My back kept arching as the muscles in my whole body kept contracting with each spasm. It was like an earthquake, with a long series of aftershocks. It was wonderful.

Anna sidled down next to me, her head propped up on one arm, the other lazily laying across my body. I reached up and kissed her. She laughed.

'What?' I asked.

'You have something dribbling down your chin, and I think it is my pubic hair stuck to your nose.'

I made no effort to wipe either away. 'If it is part of you, then I don't mind in the slightest.'



Sorrento Pt. 03



'I have no idea what to call you,' Anna said. Her voice, soft and gentle, washed over me like a warm breeze. 'Mrs. De Carlo seems a bit formal now ...'

'Now that you came on my face?' I suggested.

Anna laughed. 'I was going to say now that we are lovers, but ok, now that I came on your beautiful face.'

I blushed. 'It's Katherine,' I said, 'but my good friends call me Kat.'

'And do you consider me a good friend?'

'I am beginning to think of you as a lot more than just a good friend.'

There was a long pause while Anna studied me, her beautiful dark eyes somehow reaching deep into my soul. There was an almost insane smile on her face that screamed happiness.

'Okay, my lovely Kat, but now I have to go back to work.' She kissed me, deeply and passionately on the lips, the sensations lingering long after she got up.

I lay on the bed for a while listening to the sound of the shower, then joined her in the bathroom. I apologised that I needed to pee. Peeing was something that I had only done in private since I was a small child, yet having known this woman for less than two hours, it felt natural to sit there while she looked on. Anna was not fazed in the slightest.

I sat and watched while she stepped from the shower and dried herself. She really did have the most beautiful body. I couldn't help but stare at those pert breasts, fascinated how those large brown nipples responded to being rubbed with the towel. When she bent over I had a delightful view of her perfectly formed rounded bum cheeks, and that sweet puckered hole.

'Have you ever had anal sex?' I asked.

Anna looked at me. 'Yes, and no,' she hesitated. 'Apart from some experimenting when I was a teenager, I have not had sex with men, but I do occasionally get the urge to feel something inside me, so I have invested in some toys.'

I sensed some nervousness in the way she was speaking, as if this was something she had never discussed. The fact she was now freely telling me gave me a warm fuzzy feeling. 'Does it hurt as much as they say?'

She crouched down in front of me, resting her hands on my shoulders to keep her balance. There was tenderness in her eyes. 'Have you never tried?'

'I have never done anything. Sex with my husband is the only thing I have experienced, and I now think that has been very ordinary.'

'Sex should never ever be ordinary, my sweet Kat. What is it that you want to experience?'

'That's the trouble, I don't know.' I hesitated, trying to make sense of the thoughts that were racing through my head. 'You have made me realise that there are possibilities that I can't even imagine. I want to experience more, but I don't know enough to tell you what that means.'

She wrapped both arms around me and held me tight. I suddenly felt so vulnerable and exposed that I thought I might cry; something else I had not done, other than in private, since I was a small child.

'I will help you if I can, and I am sorry that I have to rush back to work.' She stood and passed me a bag from the shelf. 'Those are my toys. Please play and enjoy them as much as you wish.' 

I unzipped the bag, and pulled out a ten inch replica rubber penis, realistic right down to the pulled back foreskin and veins.

'Perhaps don't start with that,' Anna laughed. She vanished into the bedroom. 

I emptied the bag, lining the contents up on the floor next to me. When Anna returned, now fully dressed, she found me studying a six inch piece of black rubber shaped something like a miniature Christmas tree. I think I had worked out what it was for.  

'Anal can be painful at first. The muscles down there never get stretched, so the first few times can hurt, but when you get used to being stretched, it can be very enjoyable. If you are able to leave that inside you, it will help.'

I watched while she checked her clothes and hair in the mirror, then stood and kissed her. I wanted to say thank you. I wanted to say that I loved her, but somehow standing there with a dildo in my hand, nothing seemed appropriate. I just kissed her and smiled.

'Ciao,' she called as she slipped out of the door.

I ran myself a bath, and sunk down into its warmth. The combination of alcohol, sex, and hot water should have made me feel sleepy, but I was just excited by all that was going on. A different life seemed to be opening up before me, and it both scared and thrilled me.

I reached over the edge of the bath and picked up the anal toy. With the bar of soap, I gently massaged the entrance to my bum, and then slowly positioned the dildo. The feeling reminded me of Anna probing me with her tongue, which excited me even more. 

I pushed slowly. At first it seemed easy. I pushed a little more, suddenly reaching the point where the muscle screamed NO. It hurt. It seemed that less than a quarter of the thing was inside me. I lay there, tried hard to relax, then pushed a little further. Again it hurt, but I held still.

I continued in easy stages. The worst pain came as I reached the widest part, and I honestly thought the muscle would tear. I remembered pain of childbirth, but then there were people standing by with drugs and all manner of surgical equipment. This was all down to me; I had to deal with it alone. 

Finally it slipped in, leaving just a circle of black rubber pushing into my cheeks on the outside. It is difficult to say whether the sensation was pleasant or not; I just felt full. That in itself was nice, but I quickly realised making the wrong associations with how it felt would not make it seem sexy.

I stayed in the bath until the water began to feel cold. Bed seemed the most practical place to get warm again, so that is where I headed, grateful that the room was a twin, and I had the option of a bed that was clean and undisturbed. I had drifted off to sleep when phone Rang. It was Anna. 

'I am in the back office,' she whispered. 'I'm afraid I cannot talk for long. Someone may come in. Your husband just phoned. I told him that I could not locate you. I hope that was okay.'

'Of course.' I did have a flush of guilt, but I knew that Tom would not have expected me to stay at the hotel all day just waiting for him to call. I was being irrational.

'He left a message,' she continued, 'He said that he was staying over, and would call at 8.00.'

I wanted to scream with delight. Not only did I have the day, but now I had a whole night. A whole night to explore what ever I wanted. The only reason I did not shout, I did not wish to break the magic that seemed to be surrounding me. I could almost hear the smile on Anna's face.

'Will you have dinner with me tonight,' she asked.

Of course I would have dinner with her. I could not think of anything more perfect. The time it would take to speak with Tom would give her a chance to change out of her uniform, and we would meet outside, away from prying eyes. The only difficulty I foresaw was the having to wait three hours.

'Did you try what I suggested?' she asked.

'Oh yes,' I laughed.

'Oh boy. Give me ten minutes and call me at reception. I have to go. Ciao.'

Anna answered on the third ring. 'Buon Giorno. Parlando Anna.'

'Anna, it's me, Kat.'

Good afternoon Madam, and how can I help you?' 

I was at first confused, but soon realised that Anna was at the reception desk and giving nothing away. 'You wanted me to call.'

'Certainly Madam, we can help you with that. Do you have the recommendations with you?'

Recommendations. What were recommendations. 'Do you mean the toys?' I asked, 'they are back in the bag in the bathroom.'

'No problem at all Madam, I can wait while you fetch them.'

I jumped off bed and ran. I had no idea what was going on, but I could feel my heartbeat starting to quicken. I was getting excited. 'Okay,' I said, 'but I have no idea what to do.'

'My personal preference is to take several short breaks during the year, rather than one long one, but I am sure we can help you either way.'

I took out the small vibrator. 'Anna,' I asked, 'are we about to have phone sex?'

'Certainly madam. We are always happy to help you with reservations, whether it is in person, or by phone.'

I sighed involuntarily, and felt that now familiar warmth flooding my groin. 'You want me to fuck myself with a vibrator?'

'Of course, madam. A good choice if I may say so. If you would like to give me all your details, I will make sure we have everything properly noted.'

I turned the vibrator on and slid it between my legs. I was already wet and had no problem at all getting the cold buzzing plastic between my lips. I started to tell Anna exactly what I was doing, and how I was feeling, though I am sure that my now laboured breathing was far more expressive than any words.

'Please madam, take your time. There is no need to rush. We want to make sure that everything is perfect for you.'

I could hear a slight hesitation in Anna's voice, and sensed that she was aroused. It made my heart ache knowing she would be stood there, in public, and unable to find any sort of relief, but equally, it made me all the more excited. She was doing this for me.

I pushed the vibrator into my now dripping vagina, upwards so it pressed into my bladder. The vibrations seemed to echo right through my body. It took a few minutes but suddenly I could feel myself getting close.

'Anna, I am going to ...' I couldn't finish the sentence. With the base of my hand pressed hard against my clit, and the tip of the dildo rubbing against my cervix, I came. Every muscle in my body tensed. I shook over and over. I screamed obscenities. I felt warm fluid escaping from me and running into the crease of my bum. I felt wonderful.

'Anna...' The words that were in my head were, Anna, I love you, but I had no idea how to say them.

'Yes Madam, we have all that. Is there anything else we can help you with,'

'Yes,' I stuttered between gasps, 'but you would have to be here in person for that.'

'Then we will look forward to seeing you very soon.'

'Yes, and thank you Anna.'

'You are very welcome Madam, Ciao.'

Anna told me later that she had been so wet she thought it was going to be visible though her trousers, and had to beg another girl to cover her while she ran to the toilet. She confessed that she had to play with herself and had cum, and had to leave the now soaked panties in the waste bin.

We met at the appointed time and walked through the town, arm in arm, talking of inconsequential things as though we had known each other our whole lives. I don't think I could have felt happier. The bar come restaurant that Anna took me to seemed to be owned and run by Anna's uncles, aunts and cousins. Everyone seemed to be related to Anna and to each other, which meant a lot of introductions, hugs and kisses to go through when we arrived.

Unlike a lot of Italian families, they were content to just accept that I was Kat, a friend, and ask nothing more. It actually made me feel very much at home, as if I were eating with family. I immediately relaxed and started to enjoy. Perhaps because the atmosphere was so endearing, the pasta had to be the best that I had ever eaten, and having married into a large Italian family, I had a lot to compare it to.

While we enjoyed our food, and consumed far too much red wine, Anna suggested a game. Pick an ideal lover. The only restriction, it had to be someone we could see in the bar. The contenders were numerous.

Two older gentlemen sat in the corner playing chess and drinking brandy; I argued that their joint tally on years experience outstripped everyone else; Anna rallied that the pot belly's might be a barrier to full and satisfying penetration. Our next, Aunt violet; we were at least able to agree that it would be a delight to get lost and never be found between her enormous breasts, or better still, her thighs. Roberto, the chef, had to be high on the list, because of the sensual way he wiped his face whenever he opened the ovens. We even considered the middle aged businessman, having dinner with what appeared to be a young female secretary, because he looked suave and sophisticated in his designer suit, and hungry for a lot more than pasta.

My favourite though, had to be the young waiter that looked after our table; he had a deliciously tight bum, which showed in his equally tight trousers. 'A perfect choice,' remarked Anna, 'he is my cousin, and he claims that he has never had any luck with women. You could be his first.'

I did not know whether she was being serious or playful, so I asked her for her choice.

'That is very easy. I would choose you, even in a room filled with a million people.'

I immediately wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her. The sound of mock applause and cheers arose from the surrounding tables and staff. I blushed. There had been several moments in the past eight hours, that had melted my heart, but this had to be the worst. Or best.

I really did not have the right words to express how I felt at that moment. What came out of my mouth was a slightly slurred 'thank you.' I was more than a little drunk. We both were. We sat in silence and held hands discreetly below the table. I felt like a teenager again going through the angst of my very first crush

Anna finally ordered coffee for us. 'I am very glad that you like games.'

'I do, especially ones that I can share with you.'

'That's good, because I had organised a little game for you back at the hotel,' she confided quietly, 'well, more of a party really.'

My mind hung onto the first word. Had. Past tense. It was not hard to know what was going on in her mind; it mirrored mine perfectly.

I thought about the afternoon spent with the stallion. 'When you say party, do you mean that I was going to be fucked?'

Anna giggled and smiled. 'Yes.'

I sat and thought for a few moments. 'If I am going to get laid, then you have to promise me two things. And I mean, absolute, cross your heart, hope to die, promise.' I was definitely drunk.

She looked at me. Those big dark eyes again searching deep into my soul. 'I will give you an honest answer to whatever you ask, but before I can promise anything, I need to know what the question is.'

'Okay,' I said, trying to process the long sentence. 'If I am going to be fucked by anyone, anyone other than you, I need to know that you are okay with it. Because, if you are not, then neither am I.'

She sat, considering what I had said. 'I want to show you and let you experience the true joys of sex. I want to do that while I can watch you and be with you. I want you to know what it is like to be had by men, because that is what you have craved. If you do not do it now, you will continue to crave it, and then you will do it without me being there to watch you and help you.'

'I want you there. I know I will feel safe and protected with you there, but more than that, I want to share that joy with you. If this has become too difficult to share that joy, then I will not do it. I cannot do it.'

Anna swallowed hard. I sensed she was fighting back some strong emotions. I know that I was. 'I promise you that I am okay with it. This is for you my dearest, sweet Kat.

'Then you have to make me a second promise. One doesn't work without the other.'

'Ask.'

'You have to promise that you will stay with me all night. You will not leave my side.'

'What if I have to get up and pee? I am not sure I can go all night without peeing.' She was smiling.

'Especially if you have to get up to pee,' I said laughing, 'that's the most important bit.'

'Then you have my solemn and absolute promise.'

I held my pinkie out to seal the deal. I was not sure that it meant anything in Italian culture, but Anna clearly understood the gesture, and wrapped her little finger into mine. Then she pulled me close and kissed me.



Sorrento Pt. 04



We walked back to the hotel, fuelled by giggles and wine. We had left ourselves very little time, so I had no opportunity to preen myself or change into more glamorous and sexy clothes. Comfortable underwear, jeans and a sweater had seemed a natural choice to go out given the cold and damp night air, but now they felt wholly inappropriate.

Anna assured me that I was over thinking the whole thing. "I only care about the person inside, and I am sure the boys will see you the same way. A diamond is still a diamond, even when it is wrapped in a brown paper bag."

"So you think my dress sense is no better than a paper bag." I dropped her arm, stood with my hands on hips, and feigned hurt.

She narrowed her eyes at me and smacked me gently on the arm. "You know what I mean." She walked on two paces without me and turned. "My god, you're sexy when you pout."

I laughed. Of course I knew what she meant. I was deeply flattered that she thought of me as a diamond. And I was not immune to the fact she had said boys; plural. I was going to be fucked more than once. I felt strange stirrings in my groin. Well, perhaps not so strange. I was very horny.

The night porter welcomed us. "Good evening Mrs. De Carlo, I trust you have had a good day." I had no recollection of seeing him previously and wondered if he was the stallion. I had no way of knowing, and neither he, nor Anna, was giving anything away. The sudden memory stirred more.

Anna's room had been tidied and the beds changed and pulled down. The flowers remained and a fresh bottle of Prosecco had been put in the ice bucket. I could not help but admire the respect that this woman seemed to command. She handed me the scarf, her gaze questioning whether I wanted it.

"Are you still sure about this," I asked. "It is not too late to say no."

"Yes, I am sure. I love you, and I want to make you happy."

She had not hesitated. And she had said she loved me. I simply melted, threw my arms around her neck, and kissed her. She responded with a passion and ferocity that surprised me, even after all we had experienced together. Our mouths locked together. Our tongues explored. I could feel my heart racing and my groin getting wet.

I took the scarf. A complex chain of thoughts raced through my mind. Would my sweater come off over the scarf? How would I look in jeans and white cotton bra? It went on. In the end, I stripped then tied the scarf around my eyes. These boys wanted to see me naked, so why not greet them naked.

There was a light knock at the door. "You are beautiful," Anna said. I stepped back so that I was out of view from anyone passing in the corridor. There were a few minutes of whispered voices and rustling. I was again very conscious that my naked body was being scrutinized by strangers. I felt my nipples involuntarily harden. I hoped it looked sexy.

I heard the pop of a cork and the clink of glass. Someone took my hand and placed a drink into it. I thought that I had already consumed more alcohol than was good for me. I raised the glass in what I intended as a toast, without having any idea if anyone was in front of me or even looking. I focused hard on holding the glass upright and steady. There was going to be enough stains in this room without me adding to them.

Hands started to touch me; masculine hands, on various parts of my body. One feminine one touched and then lightly gripped my fingers. There were hands touching my breasts and teasing my nipples. There were hands caressing my stomach and making their way downward. There were hands running up my back, and there was a hand fondling one cheek of my bum. It was impossible to tell how many men this was. A minimum of three, but it could easily have been more. What had started as warmth and damp between my legs was now a trickle running down my thighs.

The hands at my back pulled my cheeks apart, and I could feel a mouth planting kisses against the puckered hole of my bum. Another mouth started to suck on one nipple while fingers squeezed the other. When a hand slid between my legs and a finger moved easily into my vagina, I had an orgasm. It was small compared to others that I had experienced, but enough to make me sigh loudly. It made me think of the first time I had an orgasm with Anna. It made me think of her sitting on my face. It made me think of having her cum in my mouth. I could hardly believe that was less than eight hours ago.

I was guided to get down on my knees. I sat back. A penis brushed against the side of my face. I turned to kiss it. It tasted of sparkling wine. I remembered a film that I had seen many years ago, took a long sip from my glass, and offered my open mouth to the man before me.

The effect of having cock in a mouth full of sparkling wine was delightful, for me and whoever this man was. I heard him groan, and felt him harden. As much as I had not wanted to drink, I had little choice but swallow, and that made this man positively throb inside me and moan even louder.

He put his hands on the back of my head, and seemed to want to push his cock further in. I wanted to please but equally I was scared; if he tried to push too hard I would gag, and after the wine and pasta, vomit. But I had nothing to fear. He remained remarkably gentle, seeming to judge perfectly how far to push before pulling back.

He continued for such a long while that I became concerned he would cum in my mouth. That was not something I thought I could swallow, but as he started to throb and shudder and I knew he was on the brink, he withdrew and sprayed hot sticky semen onto my face, my neck and my tits.

Someone took the glass, helped me to stand and guided me back to lie back on the bed. Anna's hand remained in mine, and someone very gently wiped me clean. The wiping clean seemed an odd gesture, until I felt cold liquid being poured gently onto my breasts and a tongue licking it off. Someone was drinking Prosecco from my tits. 

If I thought that was incredibly erotic, it was nothing compared to when someone tried tipping it onto my stomach, licking greedily as it dribbled between my legs. The first couple of attempts ended with wine running sideways and being mopped from around my hips, but once the position was judged correctly, it trickled slowly down my belly, through the small brush of pubic hair, over my clitoris and into the slit that was my now aching, wet cunt. It was simply exquisite, not least because of the tongue darting into the entrance of my vagina tried to catch every last drop. I could feel myself getting close to my second orgasm.

As the glass emptied, the man drinking from me simply changed position so that he could lick my clitoris. He started to slide a finger into my vagina, and then used the finger to massage the outside edge of my anus. There was so much fluid now leaking from me, I did not think I would need any artificial lubricant. I was right. It was not long before his finger was inside my bum. From what I could sense, it was a short stubby finger. Quite thick, but it slid into me very easily and with no pain. When he removed it and tried putting two fingers in however, it hurt. I yelped.

He paused but did not attempt to withdraw. I kept telling myself to relax and tried what I had learnt for childbirth; quick breaths. It helped. Eventually he pushed deeper. I could feel the knuckles on his fingers pass into me. It hurt again, but the pain became a lot easier to cope with. When he had both fingers deep inside, he started to move them about; twirling one over the other and slightly parting them. It was exquisite. I could feel the inside of my vagina being massaged. I could feel my bum being stretched.

He stopped and slowly withdrew. I sensed movement all around though had no idea who or what was going where. I managed to wrap Anna's fingers into mine, gently squeezed and tried to pull her closer. She responded. I felt her lift my head and slide under me. Hands lifted both legs, spread them wide and back towards my shoulders. Something greasy was massaged into my bum. I felt the head of a man's penis press against me. I was about to have anal sex.

Thoughts went through my mind that this was the stallion that had fucked me this morning, and the size was going to tear me apart. If I did not die from pain, I was certain that I would from internal bleeding. The sudden fear made me tense.

Anna seemed to sense the panic rising in me, and gently stroked the side of my head. "It's all right my darling; no one is going to hurt you. I won't let them hurt you. I promise." 

It was the first time I had heard her speak. The only time anyone had spoken. I tried to relax. I tried the breathing exercise. I tried to focus on Anna being there to protect me. I knew that I had coped perfectly with Anna's toy inside me, and I desperately wanted to experience having a man fuck me that way.

I felt the penis push into me. It was slow and gentle, and I was surprised that my anus seemed to respond easily. There was a brief moment of pain, but it passed, and I soon felt the head inside me. He continued to push and the shaft entered too. I had no concept of what sort of length or size this man was, or indeed how much penis a rectum might accommodate. All I can say is that it felt huge.

He slowly started to move; to fuck me. I quickly realized that the sensation of having a dildo in your bum is very different to having a man fuck you. The movement really was delicious. It seemed to create sensations that I have never experienced or imagined.

While I had this man's cock inside me, hands squeezed my breasts and nipples. I now felt the sensation of something pressing into the side of my breast just below my nipple. From the movement it felt like someone was masturbating against me.

The movements of both men started to become more desperate and forceful. I knew I was near to another orgasm. The man fucking me suddenly came, stopping all movement while his cock, buried deep, shuddered. He withdrew, and while my bum made noises, a penis pushed into my vagina. That tipped me over the edge. An orgasm shook my body, causing me to spasm and scream obscenities. The sight and sound of me took the man masturbating to the brink, and as I gasped, I felt him cum on my tits. It was hot and sticky, and seemed to smother me.

The man now fucking my cunt took up a vicious pace, plunging deep and hard into me. I could feel the heat of his cock burning my insides. I could feel the head pushing deep into my womb. I continued to orgasm; I had no idea if this was several, or just one continuous one. I had never cum like this. I continued to scream and I continued to shudder, from head to toe. I could feel fluids running from my vagina and my bum. The man withdrew and I felt his semen spray my belly.

My legs were released, and for a few moments I relaxed and tried to catch my breath. I thought about the joys of having a man cum inside me. I now had someone cum inside my bum, and I wanted to feel someone cum inside my vagina; deep inside. As I started to wonder whether we had reached an end, I felt Anna lean close and whisper, "they want you to turn over."

I wanted more. I was happy to oblige and positioned myself on hands and knees as close to the edge of the bed as I could judge safe. As a penis started to rub against the lips of my cunt a second time, a hand pushed gently against my back and I felt my face brush against someone's legs. The feel of cotton against my skin simply confirmed what I thought; it was Anna. 

The man pushed and entered me. Compared to the earlier experiences this was almost rough. With just that one thrust, I could feel the head of this man's cock rub against my cervix, the force of it pushing my face into Anna's thighs. He started to fuck me hard and fast. I turned my head so that I could breathe easier, my face now close to Anna's groin. Even though she was still fully clothed, I could smell the sweet musky aroma of arousal. I could imagine how wet she was.

The smell of her intensified all of my notions, ideas and feelings until they collapsed into one simple thought. I wanted to be taken. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to experience the joy of sex in every way imaginable, but not by the man that was now pounding his cock into my cunt, and not by any other man. I wanted just the woman that lay beneath me stroking my hair.

No sooner than I knew that I had to stop, the man withdrew and I felt him cum over the cheeks of my bum. I might have puzzled at why any man might enjoy doing that, but felt relieved that this way was easier to wash off.

I turned my head as best I could and hoped that I had Anna's attention. "No more," I said. She immediately responded, speaking Italian to the men in the room. I had no idea if I was going to be a disappointment to someone, but I no longer cared. I wanted to be left alone with this woman.

Anna guided me to my feet, and into the bathroom. As soon as she closed the door, I removed the scarf and turned the shower as close to scalding that I thought I could bear. I grabbed a face cloth and soap and washed myself harshly. I felt dirty. I did not want strangers semen on my body, and when the men and the soap were rinsed off, I stayed so it would wash away the confused feelings too.

Anna returned. I imagined I had been in that shower for hours. I kept my back towards her as she stepped in with me, wrapping her arms around my wet body. She eventually made me turn, but I hugged her tight. I did not want her to see my face. It was wonderful feeling her body touching mine, feeling her as close as it is possible to be. I tried hard to control my emotions, but it was impossible to hide. She turned the water off and looked intensely at me.

"You are crying?"

"I am sorry."

She wrapped me tight into her arms and held me while I sobbed. "There is no need to say sorry. My darling Kat, whatever it is that is upsetting you, I promise we can make it right." She gently guided me out of the shower, wrapped me into a towel and sat me on the toilet. "Please tell me."

I breathed deeply, trying to get control. "I made a mistake."

She looked puzzled. "We all make mistakes. We go through our whole lives making mistakes. Time and time again. It is how we learn. We discover that something is wrong, and take a different path, so that we do not suffer that pain again. The only time we should be upset, is if we make the same mistake over and over, but never try to change."

If she had said that in the restaurant earlier, it would have made no sense. I realized how much I had sobered up. "Thank you," I said.

"There is nothing to thank me for. I want to help you, and I have promised that I want to be with you. I just hope that it is not being with me that is the mistake."

"No, of course it isn't you. You are the best thing I have. It is ..."

She put a finger to my lips to hush me. "There is no need to explain. I want you to be happy, and you will do that more easily if for now you put this out of your mind. The only thing I need you to do for me at the moment is to move so that I can pee." She took both of my hands in hers, and tried to help me stand, but I deliberately sat tight. A puzzled face looked down on me. "Kat, I really need to pee."

"Anna, do something for me?"

"Of course, anything, but ..."

"Pee on me." There. I said it. I felt myself blush. 

She smiled. "If we stay like this much longer I will pee on the floor."

Anna led me back to the shower and helped me sit on the floor. The ceramic was cold and uncomfortable, but I was not going to complain. She stood astride my legs. I was eye to eye with her thick bush of black pubic hair. She managed to crouch slightly, spreading her legs. I wrapped one arm around her, burying my face into her belly, and slid my other hand up her thigh until I touched the lips of her cunt.

"Kat, I will never pee if you start playing with me."

I could tell that she was still aroused. Her lips were engorged and wet. I easily slid two fingers deep inside her, found her bladder and pressed. Childbirth had taught me a lot about anatomy. The effect was instant. A warm flow of hot pee ran onto my hand, my neck, my chest, between my breasts and over my belly. It was simply magnificent. It washed away the feelings that soap and water had failed to, and when it formed a warm puddle between my legs, it made me feel horny again. I looked up. I had a view of her lithe body and breasts, surmounted by a smiling face.

"I have never done that before," she giggled.

I kissed her belly. "And I have never done this before." I still had two fingers pushed deep into Anna's wet vagina, and it was easy to move my thumb so it slid across her clitoris. I heard her moan softly.

"Kat ..."

I started to run my thumb in circles.

"Oh my..."

She bent her legs slightly further, giving my hand freedom to move. I started to slide my two fingers out and back into her. At first I went very slowly, but her breathing becoming harsher an erratic seemed to excite me, and I started to fuck her hard. It did not take long before I felt that she was reaching that edge. I partly withdrew my fingers, pushed into her g-spot, and pressed my thumb hard against her clit. With a deep moan, she came.

Anna helped me to my feet and we kissed passionately. It felt so good to have this woman in my arms, to caress her flesh with my hands, to feel my breasts crushed against hers. And it felt incredibly erotic knowing the slight squelching sound that we were making as our bodies pressed into each other, came from me being wet with Anna's pee.

Eventually we turned the shower on. I relished soaping and washing Anna down, but it hardly compared to having her hands on me. While I fascinated at how Anna's nipples felt as they hardened to my touch, her hands on my breasts sent shudders through me, and when we washed between each other's legs, I thought I could easily orgasm.

By the time we dried each other and climbed into bed, I was horny and wanted sex, though that wasn't strictly true. What I wanted more than anything was to just be with Anna. The desire to have sex seemed almost irrelevant beyond that.

Anna wrapped me tight into her arms. We kissed while she slowly and gently caressed my back. I could not resist keeping one hand on her perfect bum. For the longest of times, that is all we did. I think I would have been happy to stay like that for the rest of my life. I felt wanted. I felt that I was a desirable woman. I felt loved.

Anna did eventually reach down and slide a hand between my legs. I was wet, and I was very willing. She gently flicked a finger over my clitoris. As my breathing quickened, moans seemed to emerge from somewhere deep inside me. I felt certain that I sounded like an animal in pain. It took very little time. I came. I shook violently as spasm after spasm rose through my body. I hung onto Anna as if she might be blown away by the tremors that were raging through me.

I lay on my back. I was spent. Anna curled into my arm, her head on my shoulder. Her arm lay lazily across my stomach, fingers gently toying with my tuft of pubic hair. I could feel her breaths become shallow and relaxed against the flesh of my breasts. I felt content. More content than I could ever remember.

"Anna?"

"Yes?" She was nearly sleeping.

"Why did you not speak to me that first night on the terrace?"

She pushed herself up on one elbow. The only light came from the glow of the alarm clock. I could not read the expression on her face, but I sensed a struggle.

"I was frightened," she said softly.

I did not answer. I wanted to ask why, but words seemed unnecessary.

"My attraction to you was instant, from the moment I saw you walk into the hotel. I spent the whole night and following day thinking about you. I wanted to tell you how I felt. I desperately wanted to tell you, but you were a married woman, married to a man, I had no reason to think you would be interested in me. When I saw you alone on the terrace, it seemed a perfect opportunity to be with you. I thought I could tell you, but suddenly realized that if I spoke, you might turn, recognize me, and just talk to me. I knew you would be friendly, and I had no doubt we would get on well, but I became frightened that was all I would be; a friend. So I stayed silent and I kissed you. I thought that if I could have nothing else, I would at least have that kiss."




Sorrento Pt. 04



I was glad the darkness hid my tears, but did not think the emotion would be absent from my voice. "Kiss me again," was all I could manage. She kissed me, gently, and slid back down beside me. It was not long before we were both asleep.

I woke early, wrapped tightly into Anna's arms. I wanted to just stay there, but my bladder had other ideas. It was a good opportunity to freshen up a little. I am not sure I had ever had to clean my teeth with my finger before in my whole life, but it seemed inconsequential compared to the happiness I felt.

Being a single bed, it was impossible not to disturb Anna, but it felt so good sliding in naked beside her. She turned onto her side, her back towards me, reached round for my hand and clutched it tight onto her breast. I curled in behind her, spoon fashion, until I imagined every inch of our bodies were touching.

I could not help think about the days when I first started sleeping with Tom. We were both still in college. We always slept naked together; a habit that we only grew out of when the children took to unexpectedly climbing into bed with us at night. Tom was very affectionate and considerate while we were awake, but he always needed his own space when he slept. I never felt that I had shared that part of his life. I had never thought that could be any different, until now.

I know that I drifted into another contented sleep. I awoke next to the feel of Anna kissing me gently on the lips.

"I will have to get up soon," she said. "I am supposed to be at the desk by seven."

"What time is it now?"

"Six fifteen."

I put my arms around her and kissed her long and deep. She pulled away to catch her breath and lay back. I climbed on top of her. My legs were wrapped in the bed sheets, and my movements clumsy, but I did not care. With my legs astride Anna's hips, and my hands free, I Leaned foreword to kiss her again.

I started to move downwards. First kissing her chin, then her neck; taking each inch of her body one at a time. Anna lay back and sighed deeply. By the time I reached her breasts and focused on teasing her nipples with my teeth, I could her breathing quicken, and her body hungrily pushing towards me.

"What happened to the gentle sweet Kat that climbed into bed with me last night," she asked.

I knew what I wanted. I continued to work my way down her body, kissing, licking, teasing and enjoying every bit of flesh of this wonderfully beautiful woman.

"Kat, you are going to make me late." Her voice now sounded jerky, one word between each rapid breath. I took no notice, and started to pull at her pubic hair with my mouth. Her hands reached down to push my head. I took the hint and buried my mouth fully over the edge of her cunt lips, sucking her clitoris in as hard as I could. I bit on it gently and then proceeded to lick on it. Anna arched her back and let out a deep moan.

I reached down further so I could lick the entrance to her vagina. She had such sweet tidy lips. She was already oozing liquid and tasted sublime; I could feel it sticking to my tongue and dribbling down my chin. I could hear her breathing becoming erratic.

"Kat, I want you too." Her voice was now almost staccato.

I turned as quickly as I could manage. I sat astride Anna's chest. As my tongue found it's way back to teasing her now swollen clitoris, Anna started to lick the outer edges of my vagina. It sent shudders down my back. I ached for her.

I knew that I was near that edge and that it would not take much to send me into ecstasy. I continued to lick Anna, tasting her, until I sensed that she too was close. As I let myself go, I sucked hard on her, taking both of us into orgasms that racked our bodies, making us scream with delight.

As the orgasm subsided, I climbed off and collapsed into Anna's arms. She kissed me deeply and longingly. I could taste myself on her lips and on her tongue, as no doubt she would taste herself on me. The whole idea of our bodily fluids mingling that way made me happy beyond anything I could imagine.

"I think you have enjoyed making me late," she teased. Her breathing was finally returning to a more normal rhythm.

"That is because I do not want you to leave me, ever."

She pushed herself up onto an elbow. "If I do not leave then I will fall madly in love with you. If I fall in love with you, I would have to have you here with me always, and you could never have sex with anyone but me."

I already knew that I did not want sex with anyone but her. I already knew that I was in love. Her trying to make it easy for us to part just made me love her and want her more. She Leaned forward to kiss me, climbed off the bed and ran into the bathroom. With her kiss I felt the wet traces of tears from her face. I bit hard on my lip. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. It did not matter; I could not let Anna hear the sobs bursting from deep in my soul.

By the time Anna emerged and started to dress, I knew that I had to leave. I was no longer sure if I had a marriage, but I did know that I had three children and a father that meant the world to me and, for a few more years at least, needed me back in California. 

"I am sorry," I said softly.

Anna walked over to the bed and wrapped me in her arms. "There is nothing you need to be sorry for, nothing at all. Nobody can ever take this night away from us. It has been perfect."

I kissed her one more time, and watched her get dressed in the half light from the bathroom. Within a few minutes she was gone.

The next few hours passed in a haze. I know that I dressed and returned to my suite. I know that I showered and changed into fresh clothes. I know that I went down to the restaurant for an early breakfast, but very little of the detail of that time registered. I was preoccupied. Not with thoughts of what might happen with my life, but just holding on to the feelings and memories that I had shared with Anna.

Before I knew it Tom returned from Rome, and I slipped back into being the dutiful wife, interested only in his trip and his meetings. We spent the last of the morning walking the streets, enjoying coffee and pastries. I was genuinely pleased that dinner with the chairman had sealed the negotiations and he was able to return with a substantial new contract for the company.

Tom did apologize that he had neglected me. I know that in his mind he was concerned only with his unforeseen trip to Rome, but my thoughts were on the generality of the last twenty years. I had become a good housewife and a good mother, but I had stopped being the lover that Tom wanted to come home to at night. I had stopped being a woman. I accepted what Tom said with as much grace as I could manage, but somehow it left an unpleasant taste.

When it was time to leave, Anna came to find us. She told us that our taxi was waiting and our cases had been taken care of. I watched her intently. I could see the pain behind her eyes. I could sense the flood of emotion that she was going through. I understood it. It was no different to how I felt. 

"You must have left this at the restaurant last night. One of the staff found it and brought it back this morning."

She handed me a small brown paper bag. I felt baffled; I had never seen it before, but at that moment I could think only of Anna. I admired her calm and professional manner. I was on the brink of breaking down.

She turned to Tom and kissed him, Italian style, on both cheeks. "It has been a pleasure to have taken care of you both. I hope you will come and stay with us again."

When Anna turned to me, I could not bear the idea of a perfunctory peck. I threw my arms around her and wrapped her into me as tightly as I could. She responded without hesitation. "I love you, Anna. I will never forget you." I hoped my words were quiet enough that Tom had not heard, but I was not sure I cared if he had.

She pulled herself from my grip and held my hands. "Ditto," she said. 

"I am pleased that you enjoyed yourself and made friends," Tom said after. We were on the way to the airport.

"Anna was kind enough to keep me company last night. We had a very nice meal in town together."

"She seemed very nice."

"She is."

"What is in the bag?"

It was still gripped tightly in my hand, and I had no idea. Realizing that I was unable to describe whatever it was, I opened the bag. Inside the bag was a small box and inside the box, a necklace; a small mounted diamond, on a thin silver chain. I had seen it several times before, hanging around Anna's neck. Tears filled my eyes. I bit hard on my lip.

"It is beautiful," Tom said.

"Yes." It was all I could manage at first.

"I saw it and thought it would be a nice memento to take back with me. It was not especially expensive."

Tom took it from my hands and placed it around my neck. I wrapped my hand around the diamond so that it pressed into my skin. I had no qualms that I had just lied to my husband, but I did regret having said it was cheap. I had no doubts that it was a real diamond, but that hardly mattered. It had a value beyond money; my diamond in a brown paper bag.

"We should come back; you seem to like the place and the people."

"Perhaps one day." I hesitated. It felt like there was a dam about to overflow, and I had no idea where the flood was going to take me. "We should go to more places, take more vacations together."

"We do have more time, so yes, we could."

"I do not mean with work, or with the kids, or going away with friends, I mean just me and you. I mean romantic vacations." I could see the taxi driver watching me in the mirror, smiling.

"Okay," Tom said, clearly unsure where the conversation was going.

"I am serious Tom, we need to try to find that spark again. I want to be wanted." The taxi driver's eyes were wide and glaring.

"Kat, this is not the time or place."

I knew he was right, but I feared that if I did not speak now, I would never say what I felt. "I know, and I am sorry, but I cannot help that we are in the wrong place. I need to feel like I matter; matter as a woman. I want to be loved."

"You are loved Kat. I do love you."

"You love me for being a good wife and a good mother, but I am a woman too. I need to be desired and wanted. I need you to want to make love to me and not just have sex now and again." I glared back at the driver and forced him to look at where he was driving.

Tom was embarrassed. "I am sorry. I did not know our lovemaking was so disappointing."

"I am sorry too. This is all coming out hurtful, and I did not mean to be hurtful. You have been a good husband and an even better father, but I have realized that I need something more. There is a huge hole in my life that I need to fill. Our lovemaking doesn't have to be disappointing. It can be different. I just need you to be willing to change."

"Okay, but I am not sure I know how to change."

"We can learn. If necessary we will buy books and watch movies. We can do it if we try, if we both try; together. Just promise me you will try."

"I promise," he said, and lapsed into a thoughtful silence.

As Sorrento slowly faded into the distance, I sat and thought about my life. I had no idea if I could ever fall in love with Tom the way I needed to for our marriage to last, but for his sake and the sake of our kids, I thought I should try.



Sorrento



"You really need another shower," Matt said while looking down at me.

With my suspicions confirmed, I laid there and thought about the next city on the schedule. Florence. Somebody told me it was 'romantic'. We were soon to find out.