An Italian Adventure Pt. 02

Part 2

Looking over my shoulder I wave a few times in the direction of the camera as we wait, wondering if he is indeed busy. Before long the 'bing' of the lift announces its arrival and walking across the space between us Tommaso smiles widely in greeting.

Stepping to the table he places another bottle of wine down with two fresh glasses. Smiling he tells us the terrace is now closed for the night as, after midnight, it requires his keycode for access it. It seems we can go down to our room whenever we wish but we will not be able to come back up until it opens again in the morning.

"So we have our own private terrace tonight?" I ask.

"You do sir... and madame, please enjoy the terrace again for as long as you wish," he says with a huge smile looking straight at Cathy. And we know. Cathy breathes in a question before saying,

"Since the terrace is closed would you share a glass with us, if you're not too busy?"

An innocent question I know but loaded with meaning as he looks at me asking his own unspoken question. I smile and indicate he should pull a chair up. I know, at best, she's only ever going to give him a hand job or a blow job anyway, even if things do develop, which is never certain.

"I would madame, very much, like to share a drink with you. In the foyer there's a call button should I be needed, but that is unlikely."

"So" she asks, "There are cameras all over the building?"

"There are indeed madame and they record on a continuous loop, for which, tonight, I am grateful."

Laughing, "How grateful?" I ask.

"I am extremely grateful as the footage from earlier was wonderful," he says looking from me to Cathy and then to her legs. Pulling up a chair from another table he sits between us to fill our glasses while pouring one for himself as he now openly gazes at her.

The balmy summertime passes as we talk in the way of people chance meeting, of family, of work, of love and loss, and cars and countries and he's absolutely lovely. I like him as one of those people you meet and instinctively take to as he talks about his university PhD studies in Art and Literature, of university and campus life, of this job he needs to pay his bills.

Listening, Cathy's third large wine soon disappears leaving her glass empty and the effects are cumulative as she becomes a little more careless with her legs. Whether deliberate or alcohol fuelled is unclear, either way it doesn't really matter.

I do smile though as she starts to openly flirt with him in the fourth glass to the point he starts to respond to each cross of a leg, probably giving him a progressively better view. He's lovely with it however, and not crude at all, and his niceness is complete with compliments and humour as he goes to get a further bottle of wine as three large glasses soon leave the current one empty.

No sooner is he in the lift than she looks around the soft lit terrace saying, "God this is so lovely... and I like him a lot, he's young though?"

Smiling at her I say "I know love."

"I really like him," she goes on unnecessarily.

"I know that as well love," I reply.

"I know he likes me as well," she says "he's getting hard sometimes."

"I know that as well."

In many ways she's now asking 'our' permission and it's 'our' code to check. Looking at her I reply

"But I like him as well, and he seems a lovely young man."

She nods and smiles in anticipation, and I see her breath just a little heavier in anticipation.

The bing of the lift signals Tomasso's eventual return and he crosses the space as she smiles widely at him before we both see the bulge in his trousers. Unmistakable and obvious he makes no effort to hide it.

Noticing it I do wonder if he's played with himself in the lift to make it even more apparent as it does seem more than just a vague casual stiffness.

Uncorking the bottle he fills my glass (to taste) as Cathy's eyes flick to his crutch while he tells us all is quiet downstairs and should he be needed his pager, which he places on the table, will beep to let him know. Again, he confirms how it seldom if ever beeps anyway as he moves to fill Cathy's glass after I wave the wine is fine.

Standing close to her he fills the glass slowly and she doesn't waste any time as the wine makes her forward as a hand slides up his leg. He stops pouring as her fingers linger on his hip before he slowly and deliberately turns to face her to continue filling her glass. Her fingers reach his growing erection.

Touching, she traces back and forth several times before she stands to kiss him taking the bottle from his hand and placing it on the table. Locking lips, they kiss each other as she rubs the palm of her hand against his shaft. After some serious heated licking of lips, he moves her backwards to sit down.

Moving behind her in the chair his hands lightly glide over her shoulders, sliding up the side of her face to her ears, circling them, before moving back down her neck and across her shoulders again. Returning to her neck he leans down to kiss ears, down onto her neck, before kissing along her shoulders, gently biting on them before licking to the straps of her dress. His fingers slowly move the straps sideways as he bites gently on her while sliding both straps off her shoulders.

She shivers slightly as his fingertips move across her bare shoulders, slipping over them, circling to caress up her neck, stroking her throat, before they separate to continue their journey down to her breasts. Cupping each one through the material he looks at me as he squeezes them. She muffles a moan, and I see her leg's part further as she slides down the chair.

He looks downwards at the movement and then up to watch me following his hands moving down across her breasts and stomach to the dress causing her legs to part a little further. He reaches for the hem, sliding it upwards to show stocking tops. Lifting it higher he strokes the bare flesh above them and her legs ease open further in anticipation of his fingers sliding between them. I can clearly see her moistness through the silk with the dress so high and I know she's warming to events.

She sighs as his fingers move back up her body to find the edge of the fabric covering her breasts and his hands slip inside to cup her bareness. Feeling her nipples, her eyes close letting her head fall backwards as she sighs. His fingers trace patterns on her skin beneath the fabric, still watching my face as he slowly eases the material down to leave her bare -- a soft moan parts her lips as her head falls further back and he leans down to kiss her parted lips, licking them as her tongue eagerly answers.

Her nipples are rigid, and his fingers tease them, circling, tweaking, circling. Her legs part further, and the shape of the lips are plain to me beneath the skirt from where I sit watching them. Licking her lips, he starts to kiss down her throat while reaching forward for her breasts, cupping them, licking into the cleavage his hands create.

Sliding his tongue across them he finds a nipple, mouthing and flicking his tongue against it as he watches me. Openly licking it, he sucks on it deeply as deep sighs now escape her lips. Moving sideways he does the same to the other and louder moans escape her as he still watches my face while sucking and nibbling on her. His gaze lowers to see my own visible erection and he smiles.

His own shaft is plainly visible stretched within the confines of his trousers as he rubs himself against her back and shoulders causing her to reach behind to find his length above her head as he straightens up. Tracing his shape with her fingers, she reaches for buttons, releasing them the whiteness of his shorts shows his own wetness. Her fingers trace each patch before easing the shorts down allowing him to slide over her shoulder. A thick bulbous sheathed head strains forward under a generous loosely folded foreskin, already parting from the stretching pressure.

Her right hand reaches for it and squeezes, causing an ooze to slip down onto her neck as she starts to slowly work its length. His hands continue to massage her breasts as he starts to respond to her slow and steady masturbation of his shaft with slow hip movements. I watch fascinated as dribbles slide down onto her breast, joined by others, slowly stringing their way down from her hand milking his shaft.

She presses a finger against the wet end of his shaft, spreading the juice liberally seeping from him. Circling the opening slowly, lubricating her finger, she inserts it under the hood and starts to circle the rapidly swelling glans.

Words sigh out of his mouth.

"Ahhh English lady you play the cock beautifully, so erotic and sensual, i think you're an artist about to bloom for me."

By now my own shaft is rigid watching her work him and nearly I cum as she turns her head sideways to lick underneath his length as he pushes further forward over her, his balls resting on her bare shoulder. Slowly, sensually, erotically, her finger continues to circle inside him while licking up and down underneath of his shaft.

Reaching the tip, she lingers on the wetness with her tongue as she licks around her own finger rotating under his foreskin.

Looking down he sighs.

"il glande del mio pene si strugge per te, la mia cappella si gonfia per te."

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"English," she says, looking up.

He groans trying to think and translate as her finger circles beneath his skin.

"The glans of my cock ache for you, my cappella swells for you in hardness."

"Cappella? She asks, circling her finger quicker.

"Cappella, cappella... the glans of the shaft head."

Cathy pulls him round by his hardness to stand beside her as her head comes up slowly, deliberately, as her moist finger slides out from under his foreskin to press her lips against the sheath. Her hands slide up to his waistband, hooking her fingers into it to ease his trousers and shorts down his legs.

Little by little her lips continue to push his sheath backwards as an enormous Darth Vader helmet head starts to appear slowly on her forward strokes of her lips, each one pushing the foreskin back further. Her tongue explores the slitted opening slowly leaking fluid and it's beautiful to watch. It is the most stunningly erotic thing to see her use just her lips to expose somebody's glans.

"Ahhhh scappellare... my hat is coming off," he groans.

She giggles despite her mouth being full as the head further swells, lifting her head free suddenly the hood slips easily behind his glans which swells even further. And they're impressive, swollen, massively engorged and still enlarging as his foreskin traps behind them. They glisten with his own lubrication. A baby's hand is the best size explanation I can give and she gasps "Now that is impressive."

"ahhhhh such beautiful skilful lips my English petal has made it so big," he sighs.

He slides his hands up from her breasts to her head and starts to gently ease his cock into her mouth as her lips part widely to take his bloated head. Cathy's fingers reach for balls swinging beneath the movement as he eases in-between her lips. He groans as her fingers circle them, gripping the sack and pulling downwards. Sucking on the more exposed glans she pulls down even harder making his foreskin slide further down his shaft.

"oh Dio, è squisito, la tua bocca è come il velluto sul mio albero, mi fa venire voglia di eiaculare" he moans softly... oh God... is exquisite... your mouth is like velvet on my cappella... it makes me want to spit my sperm hard."

Pushing hard into her mouth she gags as he pushes his size too far into her.

Pulling her head quickly back she says, "gently Tommaso, gently."

He strokes her cheeks, apologising at his roughness while explaining she has made him so hard, so excited.

"I will say sorry for my roughness," he says.

Pulling his shaft out of Cathy's mouth he slips his trousers and shorts off and sinks to his knees, pushing her legs quickly apart with his hands, wide and open she sits for him to see all that she is, all that she is underneath her dress.

"So beautiful," he whispers as he stares at her.

Slowly, tenderly, he licks and kisses his way from her knee up her inner thigh, first on the right leg, then the left. Each time he stops short of her panties. Standing I move my chair to sit beside her, watching as he kneels intently between her legs.

He lifts her skirt, sliding it up slowly to see her as he whispers,"You are already excited," he says sliding his fingers against the material darkened with her own wetness as his fingers slide upwards to slowly ease the silk down to see all that she is.

"ahhhhh che bella farfalle," looking up at me he tells of how, in Italian, they call the lips and clitoris this as it is like a "beautiful butterfly spreading its wings." Reaching upwards he grasps her lips to spread her wings between finger and thumb. Pulling them apart, he dips his head, and I see him inhale before his tongue touches her exposed clitoris... causing it to visibly swell under his touch

"il figa ha un odore e un sapore deliziosi e mi godrò il pasto che mi offrirai."

It's obvious he's enjoying himself so much he forgets we're English as I ask what he means?

Looking at me he tells of how her pussy smells and tastes delicious and how he will enjoy the meal she is now offering him.

"ahhhh il tuo clitoride è così adorabile, così perfetto, come un piccolo pene perfetto da succhiare perché per me è difficile," accompanied by her sighs and soft moans she groans of "English".

"I'm telling you the butterfly is so lovely... your clitoras is so adorable,... so perfect to suck... like a little penis... erect and hard for me."

Head thrown back her fingers stroke his hair as he becomes engaged in exploring her shape, spreading her wetness as he mouths English between kissing and licking her, each sentence punctuated by his tongue exploring.

He kisses up and down her legs, then back to the gentle business of licking and sucking her clit, looking up at me as he does. On and on it goes as her moans became more and more urgent until I think she'll scream from desire. He licks her lips from bottom to top before sucking her clit hard into his mouth to the point of orgasm. He stops, again, to lick back up and down her vagina, before beginning all over again, licking and chewing every bit of her swollen labia.

It is clear she is now completely and utterly lost inside her own pleasure and virtually begging him as he stands to pull her upright in the chair.

Looking down he says, "Now it is my hardness in your mouth I will see. I have wanted to do this this since I saw you on my screen, to have you in the same way, to fuck your mouth as he did."

Eagerly she takes his shaft in as he looks at me sideways as she sucks him between her lips. More eagerly than I'd anticipated if I'm honest as I feel a spike of actual jealousy, as she is so desperate for him. I'd not seen her this wound up ever in the few dogging sessions we've ever done or any of the soft-swing sessions, so excited is she.

She sucks and licks every part of him, even his balls, sucking them one at a time, then the other one, then together, then pounding on his shaft, the whole sucking cycle repeats as her eyes open to see me watching.

Standing watching I am rock hard watching her in action and I know her boundaries have truly shifted already.

"Voglio essere dentro di te," he whispers "I want to be inside you, with my cock wrapped up in your fanny," Tommaso repeats it louder again as she sucks his balls while he tries to turn her around to bend over the chair, to take her from behind.

"Only he can be inside me," she breaths licking up and down his shaft.

"I want to spit inside you, to cum in you," he groans.

She holds his shaft firmly and mouths his enlarged glans hard, tightly thrusting her lips over them, in and out of her lips she plunges on the head, making him close his eyes in pleasure as he abandons himself to her mouth sliding over him as her fingers delve down to between her own legs.

Grabbing her head he rocks his shaft in and out of her mouth, all the time looking at me as her right hand grips his testicles.

I know this is how she will control him, feeling his balls tighten and pull upwards as he is about to cum will enable her to move her mouth off his shaft. Only one person has ever been allowed to cum inside her and that is me. It'd always been so. She does hand jobs, she'll do blow jobs, but she would let nobody cum in her.

His face turns up to the night sky as he slowly pounds her mouth, urgently needing to cum is written all over his face, urged on by the increasing vocal sounds as she brings herself to the brink of pleasure with her own fingers while impaled on his shaft.

Reaching his hands down he plays with her breasts, and I know that's where she will make him cum as she releases his cock from her mouth and starts to pound it into submission with her right hand. Pulling him over her cleavage she looks up at him as her hand jerks him harder and faster as she lets saliva fall onto it from her mouth. He pushes forward as her hands release him to shaft her cleavage as she lets more saliva fall onto his cock between her cleavage. He slips easily up and down her.

Tommaso squeezes the breasts together to trap his shaft making her boobs slippery with saliva and his own seeping as his pre-cum spurts.

"The kettle spits before it boils," he sighs looking downwards

Più tardi mi pregherai di entrarti nella fica e ti sputerò dentro il mio sperma mentre lui guarda.

"English" she moans as he looks at me replying how gorgeous she is, how her breasts are spectacular, how his shaft is hard with desire to cum on her.

She urges him on as he shafts her faster and faster with guttural groans and moans as her fingers pound on herself whispering "cum for me."

He pushes into her mouth and she hammers on his glans, pounding them in and out of her lips.

She moans loudly as she starts to reach orgasm, so apparent as he watches her face intently through misted eyes. I stand and lean over to kiss her as the orgasm builds.

When she arches up off the chair, we suck each other's lips furiously and I see her pull him out of her mouth as he lunges forward, his shaft erupting onto her breasts. I stop kissing her to watch as he spurts in the way younger men do, and as I once did, with force and distance. She groans louder at the feel of his warmth hitting her, sending her totally over the edge. Her legs grip tightly on his as she shivers while he pumps his ejaculation up and down between her breasts.

Their passion subsides slowly as they slowly stroke each other until she lifts pulls his shrinking shaft up to slide her lips and tongue along the wet surface.

Reaching the glans, she sucks the softening head between her lips, tasting just a little of him.

"Mmmmmm... spicy," she whispers.

Her lips grip his foreskin and slowly pulls it forward to once again cover his glans.

"There," she says, "No harm done," and I laugh at her comment as she smiles at me.

"I wanted to be inside la fica, your... fanny... in English," he says "between your lovely legs, deep inside, with your wetness wrapped around my cazzo... my... cock."

She smiled up at him saying "I know, but you are happy anyway?"

He laughs and answers "Who would not madame... sei delizioso... you are absolutely delicious, gorgeously spectacular."

Watching them sit back into chairs post-coitus I reach for my glass and drain it watching Cathy pull her dress back into shape. Lifting the top up over her breasts, adjusting herself into the cups before pulling the straps back over her shoulders. I see the material soaking his ejaculation into the fabric, darkening the whiteness, as she makes herself presentable before reaching for her own glass, draining it in one go.

Tommaso sits naked from the waist down in the chair between us, flaccid now, but still with an impressively bulbous gland visible beneath the sheath of his foreskin as he too drains his own glass.

"You are here for a week," eventually he asks.

"We are," I reply "Then we're catching the ferry over to Croatia, also for a week."

"Perhaps while you are here, I may show you around a little, I know many local places not full of tourists."

Cathy and I look to each other as she says, "That would be lovely, thank you."

Standing he crosses to where his clothes are discarded and slides into his shorts, still showing signs of his own wetness, before pulling his trousers on while laughing as he says "They fit much better now."

He bends down, kissing Cathy's cheek before kissing her lips, lingering there, as they gently savour each other...

To be continued...