Rome at night

We were on a break in Rome and having an amazing time. A hot Saturday night in Rome, dinner and a cocktail bar. What more can you ask for.

The bar we ended up in was absolutely heaving, we were lucky to get a booth to ourselves. The music was great the drinks cold and the atmosphere electric with everyone having a good time. I looked at Jane, she looked fantastic hair down and a face made up to party with shinning red lips. This holiday was just what we needed.

We got back to our booth from the dance floor and a hostess was there, asking if we minded sharing the booth as they were full and a couple were looking for seats. We didn’t mind, there was plenty of space. She brought them over and all I could think was how could couple look that good. Her in a silver silk slip of a dress him in a tight pair of designer jeans and collared shirt. They were both olive skinned with perfect black hair and big white smiles. They looked like they’d stepped out of an aftershave advert. They introduced themselves, Isabel and Luca. The waitress came back with a magnum of champagne, our new friends said it was the least they could do to say thank you.

Christmas Party

Christmas party.

Hands pressed into the dashboard, fingers spread wide, hips wedged between the seats breathing hard. The orange glow of the street lights show the sweat slowly trickling down your back as your body rocks back and forth. You are gasping “Oh my god I’m cumming again. Don’t stop!” I wonder how we went from Christmas dinner to this.

It was your staff Christmas party you said that you were really looking forward to it, you had helped to arranged it that we were going to be sitting with your friends. As I’m driving us there you tell me about everyone that would be sitting around us. The only name I didn’t recognise is a new guy, Adam. He started a few months back, you haven’t mentioned him before and you have been working on a few projects with him. You smiled telling me that you thought he’d been flirting with you and that he kept smiling at you from his desk and bringing you coffees. You said you were sure he fancies you. 

I looked at you. Gorgeous. He would have to be blind not to.

The Beach

The beach 

The sun bakes down on a golden sunned paradise. They lay side by side, in a shimmering haze of blissful summer laziness. She is so close to him that she fills his vision, all he can see is her shoulder down to the top of her costume, he slowly drifts his fingers across the skin. It’s like velvet and hot to the touch, the tanning oil let’s him glide along, barely touching. She purrs softly into the towel her face is buried in. He slips a finger under the edge of the bikini and tugs gently, her arm moves to catch his hand and holds it tight. “Stop that” she chastises, “you are turning me on”. His hand slips back up her and comes to rest on her shoulder, moving in intricate patterns as if drawing on the perfect canvas. “Let’s go, we’ve been here for ages” he suggest. She reluctantly agrees and rises giving up her sun worshipers pose.

Her night out

I wake up to the sound of a car pulling off, roll over and check my phone, just after 12. Earlier than expected. I never sleep properly when she isn’t here. The door closes gently and keys hit the kitchen counter …. and then whispering. My heart skips a beat then thunders in my chest. What the fucks going on.

I’m wide awake now and she’s coming up the stairs quickly, a knot builds in my stomach …. what’s wrong. I getting out of bed but she pushes the door open and I pause resting on my elbow. The light from behind frames her curvy figure in her short skirt “Hey darling” she whispers looking down at me “hey angel” I cant see her eyes but her body language says nervous. “What’s going on”