Taste of Italy

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by Lula Woods


  “Wicked, aren’t you?” I said as I responded in kind, pushing up her dress underneath the blanket and finding she was bare. God. How was I supposed to resist that?

  “I can’t help it,” she said, writhing against my fingers as I fondled her clit. “You bring this out in me every time.”

  I finally pulled the blankets over us, hoping for a little privacy since we were far gone and past caring.

  “More, Ben. I want to remember you when I leave tomorrow. You helped me understand what it meant to just be myself and take what I want, with no regrets. I will never forget it.” She moved against my hand, her own hand on my dick as she stroked me, mostly dry while we ate at each other’s mouths.

  This woman was beautiful, inside out, and I would always have fond memories of our time together. I kissed her as she came, her body arching against me as I pushed frantically into her hands, spilling moments later. Fuck.

  It was dark beneath our cover, but I used my hands to caress her body, and she did the same. “Bella,” I said as I pulled down the blanket so we could get some fresh air. “You are one of a kind.”

  “You are too, Ben.”

  We held each other, asking the gondolier to give us another ride if he wasn’t booked, and he agreed, smiling benevolently at us.

  I straightened Gail’s dress and ignored my wet underwear and likely stained clothing to snuggle with my short-term lover, who had brought light back into my life. I hoped we would keep in touch as she traveled. I was sure she would have adventures and find herself completely, in the end.

  At the end of the ride, I thanked the gondolier, gave him a huge tip, for which he gave me a wink, and Gail and I strolled hand in hand back to her hotel.

  “Let me know how you are, from time to time, Bella. It would be nice to hear from you while I mope around my restaurant and endure the teasing of my family.”

  “Aww,” she said, cupping my cheek. “I’ll miss you too, Ben. I will let you know how I am. You have my email address, yes?” I nodded. “I will send you my FB, which you can track. I upload pictures of my trips as I go.”

  “Thank you.” I hugged her. “Be well, Gail.”

  “You, too.” I watched her walk into the hotel lobby, and I turned to head home.

  The End

 

 

 


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