0 comments/ 18830 views/ 6 favorites What Happens in Rome: Conclusion By: dtiverson This is a short story reimaging of something from my first book - if you like it I will do some more of my travel stories ~ Tom We got into the Hotel Olimpico in Salerno late that afternoon. I love the Amalfi Coast. It is quintessential Italy. And the Olimpico, with its tile frescos, marble and mahogany meets our standards for a proper hotel. The room overlooked the incredibly blue Tyrrhenian Sea south of Naples. For such a tiny town Salerno has seen its share of history. The main invasion of Italy during World War Two took place literally on the beach in front of us And Vesuvius loomed in the background up the coast toward Stabia, which was also one of its victims. Millie was understandably green from her adventures the night before so I put her to bed, and dimmed the bright Italian sun coming in through the patio doors by adjusting the blinds that were built into them. I looked at her lying naked and innocent between the cool clean sheets and thought about what I needed to do. I had to reclaim her but that could wait until she had had some rest and freshened up. Meanwhile, I wandered down to the docks to see about the boat. I had bought a big cruiser to continue our explorations and as I walked around on it I was struck by how beautiful the layout was, with a full galley and private sleeping quarters all decked out in the best nautical wood, brass and chrome. I hired a couple of the local provisioners to handle getting it ready for sea and meandered back to the hotel. Millie was still asleep when I let myself into the room. As I looked at her sleeping like an innocent lamb I had a very deep upwelling of tender emotion. It was a complex feeling. I was looking at her without her knowing I was watching her, for the first time since last night. What I had witnessed then was something I would never get out of my mind. But it was a vision that had absolutely no emotion attached to it, except profound relief. The sense was sort of the way you might feel watching a speeding car barely miss hitting the love of your life. There is relief that she wasn't harmed but there are also the dark remnants that the "almost" experience engenders. Those remnants had to be dispelled in order for me to be able to continue to cross the street once again. It seemed to me that the most direct way to draw the coda was to "repossess" her. So, on the way down I had decided that I needed some kind of formal ritual "taking" to help me forget about the entire wretched incident. I am well aware of the fact that the "reclaiming" aspect is psychobabble and macho bullshit. But I felt that I needed to undertake a spiritual cleansing for both of us, which would draw an unequivocal line through the excruciating experience of watching another man wildly fuck the woman I love. And in my mind, the most direct route to that resolution was to make sweet and extensive love to her that evening. She blinks awake like a cat and when she saw me sitting there she first looked puzzled and then a little bit pissed off that I was watching her while she slept. I said with sincerity, "You are so beautiful". That took a little of the edge off her attitude. But she was still not in the best of moods. Being hung over does that to you. I was more than aware that she would require a little "seduction" since she had just had a long night of drinking and fucking and was no doubt very sore down there. But that only spiced up the personal challenge for the evening. I had made reservations at a place that is hands-down the best restaurant in Salerno. That is NOT because it is so fancy. It is because it is so authentic. She was going Italian peasant since all her good clothes were already on the boat; low scooped top and wide skirt. She was only wearing 4 inch heels as a concession to the cobblestones and her beautiful tan legs did not require nylons. I was doing the Marcello Mastroianni thing with a sweater and a scarf and white linen pants. Millie walking down an Italian street in anything THAT low cut will set off the natives, at least the males, in ways which could lead to civil insurrection so I decided to take a cab. We ate the simple Italian food. I eventually convinced her to try a little of their house red but I knew she was not going to drink much, two glasses as it turned out. When we got back we sat on the terrace outside the room while I smoked one of my Cuban Cohibas. ~ Millie It was obvious that Tom was trying to seduce me. I have no idea why. I am sure that he knows that I would give it up for him if he asked me, at any place and at any time. But he was on a full court press tonight. He had been treating me strangely. That was probably because I had gotten smashed and he had fucked my brains out last night. I was thinking that he was sorry that he had gotten so rough with me, but who really knows what is going through the male mind. At any rate he was exceptionally solicitous on the ride down, even for him, and when I woke up after the nap, which I absolutely had to have, he was sitting by the side of the bed staring at me like I was his kid. It was a little bit disturbing. I knew that we were already having all of our stuff stowed on the boat and so I only had my little "go bag", cosmetics and the other woman things with me in the hotel. I had bought a cheap "costume" from one of the local shops, peasant blouse and skirt that I was going to throw away tomorrow. The blouse was a little too revealing for my tastes. It is never a good idea for a busty woman to put the goods too visibly on display in Italy since it sets off the men. We were going to the best restaurant in town but I was going to have to walk through the streets and I didn't fancy my odds of making it there unmolested. So we took a cab. Tom was doing the Italian sweater, scarf wrap thing that makes him look like he stepped off the cover of the Italian version of GQ. He is not a pretty man but he is ruggedly handsome and the strength and wisdom just radiates from him. He had nearly killed me last night and so things were not functioning at optimum efficiency in my nether regions but he was still making me wet just looking at him across the table. We walked past the nearby Cathedral in the rapidly lowering darkness and hailed a cab back. He sat on the patio smoking one of his cigars while he held my hand with the other. The Cuban cigars that he buys are costly, but they are worth it and the smell of the tobacco was in reality turning me on. ~ Tom We held hands and we talked about when we first met. She told me that she was crushed by the way I had treated her when she had wanted me so badly. I explained to her that I didn't have a choice because I wanted her more and I was pretty sure that my publisher would frown on me fucking one of his employees. She said, "Nobody would have ever known. I fucked Jacques my tutor all year, my senior year in Boarding School and nobody found out". I told her that that was Jacques and I was me. We talked a little bit about sex for a while, just to get her mind thinking in the right direction. Oddly enough, for as much as we fuck we don't actually think or talk about sex that much. But tonight I wanted to fuck her and I told her that. She looked startled and said, "What brings this on, you never outright ask me". I said that last night's episode was so drunk I wanted to make love to her in her right mind, just to clear the account. She said, "I am pretty sore so you had better be gentle". I thought to myself, "Baby, if you only knew how tender I want this to one to be". She walked back into the room. She turned and looked at me hesitantly. I was still standing in the doorway. I beckoned her out on the terrace. The moon over the Tyrrhenian Sea was on the horizon about 4 times its normal size. The moon path across the water seemed to be aimed just at us. I extended my hand and she took it, moving to me like she was about to start a dance. I held her gently to me and looked into that beautiful face tilted up to me expectantly. She was starting to breathe a little faster. I brushed the freckles on her cheek and nose and said, "You are the freshest sweetest person in the world". Then I kissed her lightly on the lips. She opened them but I just chewed a little bit on her full sensual mouth. And then I leaned back and looked at her again. She was starting to look more than slightly hungry but this was going to be my fuck so she would have to wait. I kissed the side of her cheek and then nibbled my way along her cheekbones to her ear. She moaned and goose bumps appeared down the length of her neck. I kissed my way down that erotic pathway to her collar bone. Her smell was a combination of exotic and expensive perfume and perfect good health. One of the things about her that I first noticed is how her skin radiates the scent of sun and natural bounty as if she were some earth goddess come down to connect men with the beauty of their environment. She moaned loudly. I kissed the point where her shoulders joined her neck but that is always a cheap erotic shot, and I wanted to make love to her, not fuck her. ~ Millie He actually told me that he wanted to fuck me. He said it out loud. I was startled to say the least, since he knows he doesn't need to ask. All he has to do is grab me in that way and I am ready for him. It was almost like this time was going to be the beginning of some new period in our relationship. The odd looks and the direct attempts to get inside me in some formal way were all part of his strange behavior that day. I was beginning to wonder what had gone on with him while I was drinking myself into a stupor up on the roof. But I always trust him. So I started to walk back into the room in preparation for lying down on the bed. He whistled once and I turned. He was standing in the doorway to the patio. He took a couple of steps back into the moonlight and I followed quizzically. He took my hand and sort of whirled me into him like a dancing partner. Then he started to caress my face and talk to me in the gentlest and kindest terms. Things down in the pit of my stomach were winding up like a catapult to fire and I knew that when that stored up energy let loose it was going to cause a cataclysmic event. He kissed his way across to my ear, which is a major erogenous zone and then down my neck. I could feel the hot blood pulsing through there and I started to moan. When he got to the place where my neck joins my shoulders he gave it a nip and I almost passed out. ~ Tom In the meantime she was pressing her pussy against my leg and making little humping motions. I wanted her to be stimulated but I was the one who would be doing the simulating so I moved my leg out of her reach. While I did that I cupped one of her huge tits and very slowly massaged it through her bra. She gasped and gave a loud groan. We were on the top floor of the hotel and the patio faced the sea. There was perfect privacy up there so I slowly raised her blouse over her head trapping her arms at the top as the blouse worked its way off. Then I trailed my tongue over the monster swell of her breasts. She gave a cry that could probably have been heard out to sea. Still holding her hands over her head I undid the clasp of her bra and let her tits sag. Sag is an imprecise word, because although Millie has huge breasts they are still so firm that they stand out high on her chest rather than fall down her ribcage, especially when her arms are over her head. Still holding her hands over her head, I moved her bra aside and licked her right nipple. She moaned loudly and her legs began to slump. She was panting like an asthma patient. I let her arms drop and her bra dropped off them and onto the patio stones. I took her in my arms again and crushed her giant bare tits to my chest kissing her wildly. She kissed back hard enough that I thought we might chip a tooth. ~ Millie Okay, so the special of the day was "bondage". He occasionally gets in a mood where he likes to torture me. He was in one tonight. I had been humping his leg like some sort of demented terrier but he stepped away and secured my hands over my head using my top and then freed my tits by unclasping my bra and letting them flop out. The feeling of the fresh Italian air on my formerly restrained breasts was stimulating enough but he then ran his tongue along my hot boob flesh and the shock of that made me cry out loudly enough that I am sure half the town heard me. He played with my tits and began to pay close attention to my nipple which almost killed me. He lowered my arms and my bra and top fell to the ground leaving me naked from the waist up He had gotten me so aroused that I was beginning to get really pissed that he wasn't fucking me and I told him that in no uncertain terms. But instead of listening to me he decided to take me all of the rest of the way naked. He hooked one finger in the elastic of my skirt right in the huge indentation where my spine disappears into my butt cheeks and pulled the dress and my panties down my butt crack to join my top and bra. The bastard then decided to look me over like I was on a pedestal in a museum, rather than dying to have him inside me. ~ Tom I broke the kiss and looked at her beautiful face. She was lost in the throes of passion but she recovered enough to look back, resentment written on her face. She said rather petulantly, "Fuck me NOW!" I told her, "Al in good time". Tonight I was going to appreciate every inch of this superb female. I eased her dress over her hips. It had an elastic waist band. Millie would normally never be caught dead in anything involving elastic but she was dressing "native" tonight. And that was fortunate because I got her thong and dress at her feet with a simple tug. She was now standing there in the moonlight completely naked, her chest heaving with lust. She looked exactly like a statue done by Praxiteles. Her feminine hips were broad but perfectly shaped. All of the muscles fully developed. Her womanly belly managed to look perfectly flat and muscular while seeming round and full, bountiful and fertile at the same time. Her legs were spectacularly muscled but perfectly female. I ran my hand down her flat stomach, stopping to play with the little piece of jewelry she has drilled into her navel. ~ Millie He explored down my stomach to my pussy and then dipped a finger into my slit. With the head of steam that was building up from all of the stimulation that he had given me that was all it took to send me over the edge into an ecstasy of coming. I immediately lost control of my lower body and dropped into his waiting arms. The moments that followed are a little confusing but I can remember writhing around on the patio chaise lounge while telling him in very loud and detailed terms what he had to do to me; IMMEDIATELY. He finally slid up inside me and all I could feel was the sublime relief you get when an extreme itch is scratched, or an intense pain is relieved, or a long standing thirst is satisfied. He slowly penetrated me to the top and I was fulfilled. Then he began to withdraw and the sense of loss was soul crushing. His return to the top of me was even more enjoyable than the first penetration and his subsequent withdrawal left me with the same profound sense of need. I begged him to speed up but he continued to slowly move in and out of me and the effect kicked me to a new level of sensation. It was such a profound level of awareness of our merging that it was almost like a religious experience. I nearly forgot that he was fucking me and instead I began to feel like we were having a transcendent connection. ~ Tom She was moaning and gasping in a regular rhythm. I dropped my hand to her pussy and cupped her mound, sliding my finger into that soaking wet and red hot slit; and that made her come. It was just a little orgasm but it took her legs out from underneath her. I caught her easily and lifted her and placed her on the chaise, while she was still finishing coming. She had now lost all track of the world around her and was caught up in her need to have me inside her. She said in a low urgent voice, "Fuck me! You have to fuck me! I need you inside me NOW." I was losing my clothes as she writhed around on the chaise pleading, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I moved between her legs and she frantically elevated them into the classic fucking position. I rubbed myself in her plentiful juices while she was pleading with me to put it in. I placed myself at her entrance and very slowly and lovingly slid into her. I took my time moving up to the hilt enjoying the sensation of her hot pussy slowly surrounding me inch by inch. Her channel was silky, welcoming and nurturing. She was trying to grind her clit on my pubic bone so I stopped her. She actually looked at me with perfect rationality and I wondered at how feminine that beloved face was, as I rested inside her at the top of her cervix. Then I withdrew to the tip and very slowly and gently began a fucking motion that seemed to drive her wild. She tried to move faster but I wanted slow and gentle and all-consuming so she finally relented and let me have my way with her. I must have plunged in and out of her for an hour. And during that time she moaned, yipped, gasped, panted, hissed and groaned. But let me set the pace. We were both building to the sort of orgasm you would expect from a session that was lasting as long as this one. It was only when the tidal wave hit that I let her have her own way with the fuck. She writhed and shrieked and clawed my back and quivered and shook and I shot and shot until I couldn't shoot any longer. This time she was perfectly in control of her senses even though she was totally out of control of her own body. When we finished I lay between her legs until I shrank out of her. She just lay there looking at me like I was some sort of high priest. ~ Millie I was floating in a spiritual nirvana. I was aware that I was moaning and crying and scratching and even grunting and growling as he slowly brought me to a pinnacle I had never even known existed, let alone experienced. But this wasn't sex anymore. My head was perfectly clear and I was looking in his eyes with total rational understanding. He was looking back at me as if we had both shed our mortal shells and were gods together. I am sure there is a good scientific explanation for the total detachment I felt while wildly throwing myself around under him. But science cannot describe the awe-inspiring merging that took place when we came to orgasm together. Let me just assure you that it was a truly religious experience and as far as I was concerned I saw the face of God at that moment. ~ Tom Needless to say that experience totally expunged what I had witnessed the night before from the history of our relationship. All that will ever be found written in the pages of our lives will be an intense man-woman experience that led to an absolute sexual bonding. And all that will ever be remembered by mortal man is that these two people experienced each other as merged souls.