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Christine woke to the sounds of street life and the smell of coffee and breakfast wafting in from the breakfast area outside their door. Venice looked renewed after her downpour. Alessandro's room overlooked the Grand Canal. It was small, exclusive, and run by 2 Venetian brothers. The building was from the 15th century. She suddenly realized that she was also alone in the room. A vase of beautiful peonies and roses stood by the bed. There was a note written on the hotel stock folded in half beside it.

It read:

"Cara Mia, Come sei bella. I watched you sleep this morning and did not wish to disturb you. Call to reception and order your breakfast. I'll be back by 2 to take you to lunch. Please stay with me tonight. I got a call at 8:00 am this morning from my firm and am taking care of some problems. your Alessandro."

Hers. That's incredibly sweet. What time is it? 12:42 PM. Whoops. "I'm skipping breakfast" she thought—"if we are just going out later at 2:00 PM."

"I need to shower and... I have a toothbrush, but no clothes" she realized. She got up, dragged her damp clothes on, and went downstairs. She walked along to her hostel. Her room was empty. She unlocked her locker. She took her things into the bathroom. She stood under the water awhile. She lathered her body with body wash. Chris was in love with Venice, Alessandro, and also Henri Bendel's Wild Fig body wash, lotion, etc. Anything in that scent she loved. Her body ached everywhere.

"Talk about feeling freshly fucked," she said aloud to herself half laughing.

She cupped each breast one at a time and swirled over each with her body wash on a sea sponge. She dropped the sponge and ran her hand down her smooth skin to her pussy. She parted her lips and stroked the silky skin.

She remembered his tongue there—she remembered the whole amazing night.

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She had sat there listening to his rich voice as he told her of his life the night before at dinner. They sat at the small round table close together on one side. She learned about his childhood, his baby sister Antonia, his older brother Alberto, and his parents Arrigo and Amelea. "All A's?" she had asked.

He had grinned. "My mother thought it was poignant that both she and my father both had first names that started with the letter 'A' and middle names with the letter 'G'. So we all have the initials AGG." Too funny, she had thought.

"What's your middle name?" she had asked.

"Gabriele. Yours?"

"Sarah with an 'h'. I was damn near being named 'Sarah Jane'."

"That's horrible," he said laughing.

They went through their first course easily laughing and talking. As it was cleared and they waited for the second, Alessandro reached for Chris's hand lightly resting on the tablecloth. He entwined their fingers.

Chemistry.

She felt electricity zip up her entire body. He felt it too. They had instantly connected and their bodies responded accordingly. The mental foreplay was as engaging as it was satisfying. But her body started to ache.

He studied her face. "So how long do you have here for your holiday?"

"I had 6 days before I go back for my son. This was my second day. And then I was thinking of taking my son with me and going on some day trips. I have to have him back in the evening to spend time with his papa."

"4 days then to spend together."

"Yes, four days." She smiled at him and sipped her wine. Did he say together? Alessandro brought her hand to his lips and kissed each finger. And each time a surge of pleasure raced through her body. Forget the wine, she was drunk from him. Heat rose up through her whole body.

They heard rattling on the outside of the window. It managed to permeate their awareness and they both turned to look at the window. Rain was pelting down.

"Wow, I wonder if the streets will flood tonight."

"Yes probably. Acqua alta."

"Acqua alta?" she asked.

"High water."

"I see...." She had forgotten what they were talking about. Because now he had finally reached for her. He was drawing her into his arms. His hand cupped her face and he kissed her. It was simple and sweet. He kissed her again. He slipped his tongue into her mouth.

"Oh my God" she thought. Her body lit up. This was PLEASURE.

And this was just a kiss.

He slipped his left hand behind her neck and drew her closer. He cupped her left breast with his other hand.

He withdrew his tongue and placed several firm kisses on her mouth. She looked into his smoldering eyes.

She expected him to pull away. But instead he made a trail of kisses starting to the left of her mouth. he placed them all along her jaw line. He gripped her earlobe in his teeth and pulled. Then languidly pressed kisses down her neck... He nipped her with his teeth at her collarbone while he pinched her nipple. She was so wet she felt it between her thighs and start to soak her skirt.

He dropped his left arm to her waist and wrapped his arm around her. He pulled, pinched, and tortured her left nipple.

And then he lowered his head and took her right nipple in his mouth and sucked through her borrowed shirt.

"Alessandro.... the waiter could..... Ohhhhh..... Ohhhhh..... Alessandro....." Forget it, she thought. And at that point she couldn't remember what she was forgetting.

And suddenly, she was in the cold. The waiter had come in and Alessandro had immediately sat up inviting him to serve their main course.

She looked down; there was a huge wet circle across her shirt. It was so obvious. She got very red.

"Carissima," he started, "what do you have to be embarrassed about?"

"The waiter knew. He saw my shirt, Alessandro."

"Yes, I am sure he did. I am sure he admired your breasts when he first saw you. He did not need a wet shirt to make him look." he said laughing.

"Still..."

"They are discreet here; they all have their own women, wives, girlfriends too. Eat your veal parmesan. It's excellent."

She just looked at him. Such confidence. Such logic she thought laughing to herself. She remembered getting caught with her ex-husband on the train from Vienna to Prague. He had been fingering her and they were making out. Suddenly the door was thrown open by the conductor to check their tickets. She was so embarrassed from that. And all through the rest of the ride, various train workers peaked into their room. But getting caught did make it tantalizing. There is something about illicit sex she thought. So that's why people want to have sex in public.

They ate. Her food was really quite good, she agreed with him. The waiter brought out gelato because that's what she wanted. Menta it was called—basically mint chocolate chip. But gelato mint chocolate chip which was divine. He took the spoon and started feeding her. His left hand caressed her thigh under the table. He slid his hand up further under her skirt. He leaned in and whispered in her ear "Grazie."

"For what?" she asked after swallowing her gelato.

"For wearing a skirt."

And then she felt her panties being pushed aside.

He drew his face back and looked at her and grinned. "You are so wet" he said as he slipped his fingers in.

He pushed one finger in and grabbed her lips and kissed her very willing open mouth. She surprised him a bit when she put her tongue in his mouth. He was used to her holding back so far. He took her tongue greedily. He pulled away and fed her the gelato again, keeping his finger in her pussy stroking. Then he put two fingers in.

"Oh, ohhhhhhhh..... Alessandro...... Please..."

"Please what? More gelato?"

She never answered; he put the spoon in her mouth regardless. The flavor melted on her tongue, his fingers moved inside of her, and his mouth was trailing right between her breasts at the v of her shirt. She was on sensory overload.

He pulled a bit back, but kept fingering her. She felt an orgasm building. He knew it was—he saw her eyes start to cloud over.

He took a spoonful of gelato and spread it along her collar bone. He leaned in and lapped it up while thrusting hard into her with his fingers. He alternated the thrusting with stroking her clit. He spread more gelato on her, this time on the side of her neck. He felt her body start to buck against him.

"Don't stop, Alessandro, please right there" she said as he stroked her inner walls.

He reached into her shirt and pulled out her right breast. She was so into her building orgasm she made no protest. He spread gelato around her nipple and licked it slowly off the areola. She moaned and ground down on his hand. He took her breast in his mouth and sucked. As she came, he bit down. She cried out from the pleasure and pain. As she came down from her orgasmic peak, he drew her face in and kissed her hard and long. He fixed her bra and shirt. She panted and looked at him.

"Oh my God, what have you done to me?" she asked him.

"Are you finished with dinner, cara mia? Shall we go?" he asked nonchalantly like nothing had happened.

She nodded yes. And Alessandro motioned to the waiter who was waiting in the doorway. Christine assumed he just arrived. But what Alessandro knew and did not volunteer was that the waiter had never left the doorway since he had served dessert.

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They stepped out of the restaurant to see Venice in a downpour. Alessandro turned to her and asked "Do you want to try to wait it out?"

"Oh no, we can go on, I'm ok with the rain."

Of course where were they going is what she was wondering. They walked forever in the rain holding hands through the streets of Venice as she started to flood. They made it to Piazza di San Marco—the main plaza. The Basilica looked amazing in the storm.

"Very cool." she breathed out.

He nodded on top of her head, "Yes, very amazing to see her in this light."

He stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her with her head tucked under his chin. They were seeking shelter under the awnings of one of the restaurants that lined the piazza.

A string quartet was still playing to the patrons still there all seeking shelter.

"I'm glad to spend this moment with you, cara mia."

She turned in his arms and looked at him and said "me too."

And he leaned down and kissed her.

The rain lightened and they walked over to the pier near the Palazzo Ducale (Duke's Palace). They watched the lightning streak across the sky.

"Will you stay with me tonight?"

"Yes."

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The rain fell harder. They ran through the streets together. His hotel was on the Grand Canal. It was on the top two floors of a 15th century building. The rooms were all suites and very unique. The floors tended to slant down from Venice sinking into the sea. They had taken the lift to the top floor. If you were on the floor beneath the top, you walked down a flight from inside the hotel. In the lift he had pressed her against the wall and letting his hands roam freely as he had kissed her.

In his room, she walked in first admiring it. The room was done in pale gold and blue. Venetian glass adorned all the lighting. A 17th century chest flanked the 21st century entertainment console. The room was heavy and humid. There was no air conditioning even in this old palace.

He apologized for the lack of cold air.

"Oh no way, this is better. I wouldn't trade a room like this for the Marriott or Hilton in Venice."

But she wasn't drying very fast in this heavy air and she was afraid to sit anywhere in the room with her wet clothes sticking to her.

"When was the last time you had sex?" he asked. He knew the divorce was the summer before. But he would have bet a lot of money she had not gone wild when it was final.

"February—with a friend of mine I have had since college. He was in town and I wanted it. It was just the one night. And before that was the summer before once with my now ex-husband because I had begged for it. It had been a year. And he got on me, got himself off, rolled off, and scrubbed himself in the shower. And I knew I didn't have a marriage anymore."

"Mother of God. A year? Something was very wrong with your ex-husband."

"I know. Sorry, didn't mean to drag in the bad things like you said early."

"No, no cara mia. I just wanted to know how to go with you. You told me what I needed to know." he said as he stroked her arms. Up and down. The warmth started to spread to her whole body.

He brought her into her arms and held her.

"Are you on birth control?"

"Yes, but I got pregnant on it the first time—I don't trust it."

He walked over to his bag and pulled out a few condoms. He threw them on the nightstand.

He took her back into his arms.

"Christine, you submitted to me earlier, let me take control, you like that do you not? You are more aroused when the man takes control?"

"Yes, I'm not really into bondage or sadomasochism or anything exactly. I just like the man to lead."

"And I like it when a woman lets me lead, but responds." And with that he kissed her long and hard. He pulled back and peeled his shirt off. She drew in air. For 39, he had a fabulous chest with nice broad shoulders. The muscle had been there since youth and had toughened on his body with age. But it was hot—he still worked out and it showed. He smiled at the desire in her eyes. He was used to women's attention. They liked him—simply how it was. And he had been worried about this one. She did not play a game as he was used to. He didn't get coy advances, the flirting, the hair flipping.... He had been concerned at first his charm was failing him.

Finally, she was going over his body with her eyes, assessing his assets. He really wanted her. He stepped out of his shoes and undid his belt buckle. Then he unzipped his pants. He watched her gaze fall as he pulled his pants and boxers off in one motion.

"Like what you see?" She blushed like a virgin. "God help me," he thought, "she is like a virgin and I can't wait very long."

She averted her eyes. She liked what she saw. "I'm acting like a child" she thought. She started to pull off her shirt. "No, I get to do that" he said.

He put his hands on her hips and drew up her shirt as he caressed her body. He pulled the shirt up and over her head. He pulled her skirt down and she stepped out of her shoes. He reached behind her and unhooked her bra. He stopped to admire her breasts. He knew he was torturing her—making them take their clothes off in front of each other. Both lamps were still on. Her skin was pink—whether from embarrassment or from his touch he wasn't sure. Probably both.

He pulled her panties down and she stepped out of them. He reached between her legs and slid his finger in. He pulled out his finger and put it in his mouth. He tasted her.

"You taste so good, cara mia."

He stood and kissed her. He told her to sit on the edge of the bed. "Now, lay back exactly where you are."

Her feet were planted on the floor with the bed supporting her upper body. He pulled her down a bit bringing her bottom to the edge of the bed. He kneeled between her legs and pulled them apart. Her slick pussy opened before him and he enjoyed the sight. She was bare aside from the landing strip right above. She was trembling. She had no idea why.

He leaned down and dipped his tongue in. He licked from the vaginal opening to the clitoris. He circled the clitoris and then dragged his tongue down to her opening again. She clenched her hand in his hair. She tasted so sweet.

And then he worked her clit over. He stroked her with his tongue over and over until she came. Hard.

He stood up and pulled her up the bed. He climbed in beside her and kissed her. She tasted herself on his mouth and his tongue.

He caressed her breasts. He was so hard. He couldn't wait. She had parted her thighs and wrapped her legs loosely around him. He accepted her invitation. He ripped open a condom and rolled it down. She reached down and helped guide his dick in. He looked down to see pain go across her face. She was quite tight.

"Cara mia? I thought you had a child."

"I did" she gasped out, "but it was a c-section. See the scar?"

And he did now, looking down, he saw the very thin line, nearly faded right above her mons.

"It's ok, keep going."

He did. He went all the way in. She felt great to him. And he did not have that much control left. He'd been playing with her for hours. He took her hand and held it above her head.

He drove in and out frantically. He was going to cum. He felt like a teenager losing control too fast. To her it felt so good to have him fill her, to be possessed by him. She got over the pain. She ignored it. "There was nothing like a dick in your pussy. Nothing like a man fucking you whether it was good or bad." It left her satiated and feeling alive and human. He pumped in and out harder and harder. Then she brought her legs up higher on his body and clenched her pussy around his dick.

It was over for him.

As he came he leaned in and kissed her deeply. He braced himself above her and looked down at her. She smiled up at him. He was disappointed with himself for going so fast. And hell, it had hurt for her. "When your body gets used to sex more frequently," he started.

"I know it won't hurt every time a man penetrates me. I have always been tight; my ex-husband hardly broke me in so to speak. I know....."

She didn't seem too pissed off he had fucked her hard and fast and without much regard to her comfort. To the contrary, she was stroking his skin. He fell to the side and pulled her to him. They kissed until they fell asleep.