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WHEN OUR PATHS CROSSED
In the midst of an Italian heatwave, attending the graduation party of your friend at a beach bar many kilometres west of Rome, sounded like a dreadful idea. The thought of smelly, sweaty strangers dancing together made you suffocate and throw up.
‘Come ooon, Laura, you’re gonna have so much fun, I promise! You can’t just miss my party!’
You let your friend rant for some minutes and then responded ‘Oof, okayyy - okay, you maybe have a point…I’ll make an exception for you this time…What time should I be there?’
A few hours later
You enter the beach bar alone, wearing a black satin midi dress that ties behind your back, revealing most of it. Your natural curls are hugging your shoulders while your dark makeup and red lipstick give you a confidence boost. ‘Perhaps coming here wasn’t a bad idea after all.’ The voice inside your head echoed as you made your way through the crowd to reach the bar.
Before you even have had the chance to finish ordering your martini, you sensed the figure of a man sitting right next to you on the bar stool.
‘May I ask why a beautiful lady like you is left unaccompanied?’ The bluntness of his question stunned you for a bit as his aura mesmerized you. The dark haired man had his white shirt fully unbuttoned, having styled it with a fashionable suit on top. His tattooed olive skin made quite an impression on you, wondering in what other places he let his body be permanently marked.
‘May I ask why a handsome man like you doesn't have a chaperone?’ Game on.
‘I guess fate wanted our paths to cross right here, right now. To keep each other company.’ He set his hazel eyes on you and winked playfully.
‘I don’t believe in fate. It’s us, who with our decisions and actions, determine our future.’
He leaned in a bit to whisper in your ear; ‘Do you wanna leave this place then and go somewhere more private?’
‘Excuse me?’ Your voice was raised automatically since his honest suggestion took you aback.
‘What? I thought you said our actions determine our future.’ He chuckled lightly to soften the atmosphere and calm you down. ‘I took my chances anyway.’
You deliberately avoided answering him, instead you shot him a ‘Quite the philosopher, aren’t you? since things were escalating too fast for your standards. You didn’t even know his name.
‘Oh, I’m much more things. If you’d like to find out, of course.’ The martinis were already served at the bar. The handsome stranger took each one in his hands and offered the left one to you.
‘You haven’t even told me your name yet.’ You told him quietly as you accepted the alcoholic beverage.
He leaned his right elbow on the bar and came closer to you. ‘Scusate mi belissima, my manners took a long ass trip since I laid my eyes on you.’
‘So did your pick up lines.’ Both of you laughed heartily at this remark, sparks starting to fly between the two of you.
‘It’s Damiano. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name too?’ His hazel eyes never left yours.
‘Since you asked me so gentlemanly. I’m Laura.’ you said, smiling back at him.
‘Lauu…raaa…’ he hummed delightfully at the sound of your name. ‘Well, signorina Laura, I guess you and I are going to get along nicely.’ He moved even nearer to you, clearly invading your personal space. His left hand coming to caress the exposed part of your back, just above the stripes of your dress.
‘Don’t you think so?’ The warm, light touches of his fingers set your sensitive skin on fire, involuntarily making you arch your back and muffle a soft moan that escaped from your parted red lips. Your reaction didn’t go unnoticed.
‘Oh, I think you agree. More than you’d like to show, perhaps.’
‘I – Damiano...’ you breathed silently. Still aware of the crowd surrounding the bar.
‘Si, Laura.’ Your name felt like sweet honey dripping from his thick lips, a sensual melody that is yet to be sung. The spell he had set on you was something you didn’t expect from an unknown stranger at this party. You decided to take matters into your hands and see where your next decision would get you.
Hopefully under his sweaty body. Soon.
‘Dance with me.’
His face lit up as he gifted you with a sincere, toothy smile. Damiano offered his hand to you, standing up from the bar stools and onto the dance floor of the party.
Since it was still relatively early for the big celebration of your friend’s graduation, the DJ opted for a mix of slow latin and italian music, an ideal choice for your current situation.
Pushing your insecurities and fears aside, you let your arms touch the back of Damiano’s neck, securing your hold of him. His own large hands were tentatively grabbing your waist just above your hips, himself still afraid to cross any physical limits.
- ‘I very much enjoy the view I have right now, tesorina.’
- ‘I could say the feeling is mutual.’
Both of you moved synchronically to the slow rhythm of the music for a long time, swaying your hips to the sides, your bodies pressing to each other more and more as the seconds went by at a torturous speed for your liking. Your height difference allowed you to look up and into his statue-like shaped face, admiring it up close and personal.
He also had the luck of being offered direct access to your cleavage, pushed up by the design of the dress you had chosen for the night. You noticed him staring down from time to time, and to be honest with yourself, the warmth in your panties had started to become unbearable.
In the heat of the moment, Damiano finally spinned you around and rested his head on the side of your neck, taking control of the movement of your figures according to the tune that was playing. As he pushed you closer to him, you felt his lips merely touching the surface of your exposed neck. The mere touch was swiftly turned into an open-mouthed kiss that provoked an intense reaction within you.
Your eyes were immediately half closed, as if you were in a trance, you didn’t wish to wake up from. He continued lavishing your neck with hot kisses, his hands slowly moving lower to brush just above your ass.
‘The things you do to me, sweetheart…’ he whispered in your ear at the moment he pressed your backside onto his growing bulge.
‘You have no idea how wet you’ve made me, just by kissing me.’ You paid particular attention to how you articulated the word ‘wet’, made sure he heard it loud and clear. Even you were surprised by the vulgar vocabulary you used that night but couldn’t care less. His reaction to your description was totally worth it.
‘Cazzo, Laura…’ he audibly sighed and jerked his body towards your own.
A few moments later, you were heavily making out against a tree near the beach bar. The kind of ‘dance’ you wanted to immerse yourself in since you met him, away from prying eyes and loud-mouths.
Head pinned against the tree trunk, half of your dress already untied, revealing your tanned back. Messy hair and puffy lips were adorned by the tattooed and skilled fingers of the man you met an hour ago.
Damiano had removed the top of his suit the moment your back hit the tree trunk, tossing it on the ground, his white satin shirt covered in sweat. You couldn’t help but let your hands roam through his inked covered chest, tagging on his nipple ring and later on moving lower, resting your grip at the waistband of his trousers.
‘Mmm… ah–I bet your pussy tastes as deliciously as your lips do, dolcezza.’ he uttered in between moans, devouring your mouth hungrily, pushing his tongue inside and exploring the roof of your mouth, licking your lips.
‘Shit...You’re driving me crazy, Damia.’ you tried to catch your breath and regain your sense of space and time.
‘And we haven’t even continued to the main course, baby. This is just your little appeti-zer.' finishing his sentence he kneeled in front of you to give a long lick to the valley between your breasts, placing the fabric of your dress aside so as to to capture your hardened nipple in his mouth.
‘Dam–Damiano-oh- fuuck, stop, they'll see what we're doing' , you protested, patting his shoulder to remind him of your shenanigans occuring in a public place.
'So? They'll know I treat my lover as she deserves to be treated. You're gonna get fucked so good, bambina.'
'Mmm, the only thing I’ve been listening to all night from that sinful mouth is promises…’ you faked a sad, ironic smile to spur him on.
Damiano started laughing like a little child does, continuously, innocently and wholeheartedly. ‘Oh baby, you’re in for a treat.’
‘Whaa-’
In a split second, the handsome man had already pulled you off your feet and firmly held you into his arms, bridal style. Your summer heels almost dropped to the ground, but at that point you didn’t pay much attention to such minor details.
‘ShallI l lead the way, bella?’ consent was always hot as fuck.
‘Fuck, yes, finally.’ Your eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, his own sparkling with desire.
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Few meters away from the beach bar, inside Damiano’s white smart car
‘Ugh... -Oh –Keep going like this baby, per favore…’
You were lying horizontally in the two seater vehicle, your legs spread wide, your dress lifted till it reached your belly button, Damiano hovering above your lower body... His long dark curls were brushing your thick tanned thighs, the cold metal of his gold earrings shaping a sharp contrast with the heat emitting from your point of contact.
Comfortable was surely not the word anyone would use to characterize your current predicament, since Damiano’s silhouette was almost cut into two separate pieces trying to fit in this position. Moisture was gradually collected in the car’s small windows, providing you with coverage from unwanted voyagers. Not certain though, if your partner would terribly mind. You thought he had the aura of someone who would get off just at the idea of being caught in the act.
Soon enough, long, wet and skilled, his tongue was exploring the outside of your vagina in the best way possible. You were showered with soft, little licks and nips around your clit and your labia majora, to prepare you for the real thing. Damiano took his time pleasuring you with his tongue and lips, until you were ready to combust.
‘Christo, put something inside me or I’ll hit your pretty head.’
‘First date and you’re telling me you’re into BDSM? Mamma mia…’ he chuckled on top of your pussy, your juices dripping from his chin and mouth.
‘First date and you’re full of my cum, darling’ you shot back at him.
‘No lies detected. The truth is…I love that hot little pussy of yours…’ He said as he separated your folds with his index finger, slowly inserting his middle one into your cunt while sucking your sensitive clit into his lips.
‘I love hearing my name leave your lips as I stretch you out with my fingers, baby..’ his words paved the way for a second digit into your pussy, curling upwards.
‘Oh fuck, Damiano!’ His pace was rough and steady, not leaving you enough time to catch your breath or recover from his ministrations. As his mouth was launched on your genitals, his piercing gaze looked up to find your own, enticing you to look further down, where his other hand was squeezing his erection.
‘Can you take another one for me, cucciola? Another one before I bury my fucking cock inside you? Look at how hard you’ve made me.’ He deliberately let out a slutty moan to emphasize his point. He lowered his zipper just enough so you could see the outline of his cock through his underwear.
‘Do I pass your standards?’ he voiced his thoughts as a third finger made its way into your inviting core. ‘More than what I’ve been accustomed to.’ you actually managed to wink at him in between your throes of passion, as the stretch of his digits started to ache and burn in such a sweet way.
‘Such a flatterer you are…And flatterers don’t often get rewarded…’
‘Damia.. Don’t you dare stop, I’m so close, please.’ you groaned desperately, trying to get your point across.
‘Ah, ah, ah…’ he muttered, taking his slippery fingers out of your pussy, giving them a good, thorough lick. ‘Good things come to those who wait, tesorina.’
And with that final line he crushed his figure on your own, letting you taste the bittersweet flavour of your juices through a passionate kiss.
TO BE CONTINUED