The Affair You Wish You Had: Italy

Here's how I want it to go.

After 18 months of clandestine fucking in office bathrooms and soulless serviced apartments around Australia, we've hit the office-affair jackpot. A conference in Italy, just the two of us, all expenses paid by the company.

We're not flying in together, so we plan to meet up the night before the conference in a little seaside town on the Italian Riviera. One of those picture-perfect towns with gelato-coloured buildings tumbling down to a sparkling harbour.

I arrive in the late afternoon and check into our pensione. Seperate rooms, of course. It's scorching hot, so I change into the kind of skimpy outfit I know you like - a short, cream crocheted beach dress under which my black thong bikini is just visible, and wedge sandals which show off my tanned legs.

I'm sick with lust-nerves as I wait for you, and dying for a wine. Finally at about 8pm, my phone rings. It's you. You're a few minutes away in a taxi. My heartbeat goes through the roof and all the heat in my body rushes to my groin. It's still a million degrees, so I suggest a cold drink, and a swim before bedtime. You agree. The waiting, the teasing, the wanting only makes the eventual action hotter. We're experts in this by now.

I throw towels in a bag and head downstairs to the cobbled piazza. There's a tiny wine bar with tables under a vine-covered pergola. Fairy lights twinkle. I sit at the table furthest from the bar and order a bottle of chilled white wine. I'm pouring my first glass when you arrive.

You drop your bag and kiss me on the cheek, sliding into the chair opposite. You smell good and look better - tanned, relaxed, your shirt open a few buttons to reveal your sculpted chest and dark hair. My mouth goes dry with want. Damn.

The fact that we don't know a single fucking person in this country is intoxicating. We can do whatever we want - it's dark by now, and no one is paying us any attention. I pour you a glass of wine and you drink half in one go. Your hand drops below the table and I tense. Slowly, you run your hand up my leg from calf, to thigh.

All... the way... up.

You nudge aside my bikini bottom and slide one finger into me. My pussy is warm, and dripping wet, and aching for you. I squirm on my seat and you push harder, flexing your finger inside me. I look down at your crotch. Your dick is a mouthwatering bulge in your pants. We're going to need to finish up this drink fast.

Suddenly, you slip your hand away. The waiter is coming back. You hold my gaze as he tops up our water and walks off. I push my chair back, kick off my shoes and put my feet in your lap, nudging your hard cock, which is testing your zipper to the limit.

You down the last of your glass and eyeball me. "Swim?" you ask. I gently apply pressure with the ball of my foot to your dick one last time and you groan.

I slide my feet back onto solid ground and put my shoes on, then grab my bag and lead the way. We walk down to the little beach next to the boat harbour. You stay behind me, watching my ass in this sheer, tiny dress. When we reach the stony shore, we strip off and dive in.

We're the only people in the water so late.

We swim out to chest height side by side in the moonlight, then stop. I can't play games any more. I wrap my arms around your neck and my legs around your waist, my pussy pressing against your hard dick. I grind myself onto you, at the same time kissing you like it's the last time I'm ever going to kiss anyone on earth. Your hands squeeze my ass and thighs underwater as you kiss my mouth hard. You peel down my bikini top and take a nipple into your mouth, biting gently. I can't take it anymore. I want you in me, now. I pull my mouth off yours.

"I want to fuck you," I pant. You laugh.

"OK. Let's go," you say.

We wade out, and I hand you a towel to hide your obvious hard-on. We walk up the ancient cobbled steps to our pensione, which has a creaky cage lift.

As soon as we get into the lift, it's on again. You press me against the wall of the lift, and kiss my neck as I squeeze my hand between our bodies to free your dick from your shorts.

I wrap my fingers around the length of you in a firm grip, and you moan. I drop to my knees and quickly take you all in, sucking you hard into my mouth. You taste salty, your skin cold from the ocean. Your hands hold the towel around my face in case anyone gets in before we reach our floor. I slurp greedily at your dick, grazing the back of my throat with your head.

Too soon, the elevator pings and we stumble down the hallway to my room. I open the door with the big brass key, and we fall through it.

The room is incredible, with a four-poster bed and open double French doors leading to a balcony. Linen curtains blow in the sea breeze. We move over to the bed, stripping each other's wet swimmers off as we go.

You push me onto the bed, on my back, and pull me to the edge. You kneel in front of me and rip my legs apart, and sink your face into my pussy. Jesus. I'm so turned on by this stage, it doesn't take you long to have me whimpering and squirming. I twist my hands in your hair, holding your face in my cunt. You lap my clit over and over, finger fucking me at the same time.

Suddenly, you look up.

"Do you want more?" you ask sternly.

I hope you're thinking what I'm thinking so I whimper yes.

You lower your face again and slide your thumb inside my pussy. When it's nice and juicy, you take it out and slowly slide it into my ass. At the same time, you start licking my clit again and jam two fingers into my cunt. I'm done. I can make as much noise here as I like and when you make me come, I scream the house down.

You give me a satisfied look and then stand up. Grabbing a condom from the nightstand, you take my hand, pull me up, and lead me out onto the balcony. You turn me around to face the now deserted piazza and caress my back and ass cheeks. I hear you rip open the condom packet and go to turn around but you grab my head and swivel it back to face the night.

Your big hands wrap around my waist, and in seconds, you're angling your dick to plunge into my wet hole. You slam into me almost roughly, balls slapping my skin. I cry out in pleasure and you wrap a hand around my mouth to keep me quiet. I grind my ass back into your pelvis as you pump my pussy deeper, angling my hips for the perfect connection. Every thrust makes me see stars.

In minutes, your breathing and pace get faster. You bounce me on the end of your cock in a frenzy, getting faster and harder until you can't hold it any more. You blow your load with a satisfied groan, squeezing me tightly against your warm body as you shudder. You pull out, and slap my ass cheek affectionately before heading back inside and collapsing on the bed.

That's how I want it to go, if we ever get the chance to do exactly what we want, far, far from home - no colleagues, no spouses, no real life, no repercussions. Just you, me, and unlimited naughtiness.