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You needed this trip. It had been months since you had gotten away from your job, and the beautiful blue water of Positano, Italy was the perfect place to lose yourself in.
Upon arrival from the shuttle from Naples, you check into your hotel. The sea view room you had booked is gorgeous-- you can see the boats in the distance cutting the sapphire waters on their way to Capri, and people out on terraces basking in the Mediterranean sun just as you plan to do.
Around midday, you put on a flattering bikini with lipstick to match. You head down, brushing your hair back, and plump yourself up in all the right places. You didn't come here to look good for other people, but it made you feel good.
Heading down to the beach after about 200 steps, you find a nice spot to lay down and stretch out. The ocean in front of you is endless. You find yourself wondering what sailing it would be like... especially at night, with an open sky of stars and no end of the earth in sight.
Not five minutes later, you smirk as you feel your sun covered by the shadow of a man. Your breath catches in your throat though, as you open your eyes and see what he looks like. He's a handsome middle aged man with raven black hair falling into his face. He's wearing an unbuttoned pink shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and white trousers. He's barefoot beneath it all.
You sit up, and he raises an eyebrow down at you.
"Io disturbo?" You shake your head apologetically.
"Lei parla inglese?"
"Ah, English." He hums to himself as he thinks out how to reform his pick up line. "Eh, I am apologize for blocking the lovely sun from you, bella. I saw you laying here, just as lovely and soaking in its rays like a goddess. I could not help but approaching."
"Mhm?" you prompt the flattering stranger to go on. And go on he does.
"Si." He gives a cocksure chuckle. "Looking at you here, it is as if my hearts has taken a walk on the surface of the sun your body bathes in."
"Do you say that to all the girls?" you tease, hugging your legs to your chest.
"I cannot help myself," the man laughs, "I suppose I am the flirt when it comes to beautiful women." He offers a hand. "It would make me very happy to have you in my heart tonight, si?"
You accept his hand with a blush, brushing the sand from your thighs as you stand. His broken English is charming, and he gets the point across with it. Despite not being completely fluent, nothing about this man denies any presence of confidence. He knows he's attractive, and he's already using it. At the rate this smooth talking local was going, he could have you on more than his arm tonight.
"So. All this, from one look at me?" you ask him, as he whisks you away down the beach.
The man shrugs. "Such are the laws of the attraction, no? I see you, you stir something within my body, I do something about it." He glances at you again. "Ah, I am glad you accepted my advances. I have had many a shoe thrown in my," he makes a motion at his head.
"Your face?"
"Face, si. But, this is okay. Even if they say 'no, I am not wanting' I have still told them they are beautiful. I am hoping this makes the beautiful girls happy even if I go home so sadly to an empty bed." He winks at you, and you feel your cheeks heat up. How are italians THIS good? He only makes you blush more as his hand boldly trails down your back.
"Careful with that hand," you smirk, feeling his fingers wrap around your hip. "You'll get more than a shoe thrown in your face." He growls.
"I am thinking I have met my match for the night. Come, we eat and we drink and enjoy dolce vida together, si?"
You follow the man to a small ristorante by the oceanside, branches curling overtop of the terrace. They must know him here, as when he holds up two fingers, they set up a table with a white tablecloth and bring a bottle of red wine. You tell him your name, and ask for his.
"Terzo. Emeritus is the last name."
"Very grand. Suits you."
"Grazi." He shrugs again. "It is a... eh, noioso, va bene name." He seems opposed to continuing a discussion of his family name, and changes the subject. "Is vino rosso to your taste, cara?" he asks, as the waitress pops the cork and pours.
"Yes, thank you," you say.
"Good, good. Locale, both the wine and the oils." He gestures to the olive oil on the table, beside the fresh foccacia bread. "Each region here is proud of what they make. It is both a courtesy and a pleasure to drink what they have to offer."
"Do you live here? In this region?" you ask, sipping from your wine. He shakes his head.
"I own the villa here, where I take my vacations. I am from here in Italy, further north from Roma, but my ancestral work is in Sweden. My job is, eh..." He gestures. "Stressful."
"What do you do?"
He hesitates, chooses his words carefully. "I work in a church."
"Oh," you murmur. "You're... a priest?" The doubt in your voice makes him laugh loudly.
"No, no! Quite the opposite, really." Your curious eyes are directed away from the mysterious stranger as the waitress brings menus. "We don't talk of work now, hm? We eat!" Papa seems intent on ordering for you, so you let him. "I know this place well," he winks. "They treat me nicely, and I know the best secrets on the menu."
After ordering with a grazie, Papa sits back and draws a cigarette from a gilded gold case. Before he lights up, he pauses and looks to you.
"You are minding if I...?"
You shake your head, distracted by the view of the sunset over the sea. He takes a relaxed puff, and turns to look out over the ocean as well. "Hm. It is something you never get used to. Such beauty, si? He has given us so much."
"Who?" you ask. Terzo quickly shrugs off the question, changing the subject again. Your curiosity begins to grow once more, especially now that a necklace has been exposed against his chest-- a strange cross of some sort. You decide to let it go.
Dinner is wonderful, as is the wine. When you're almost through the lovely dessert of assorted cheeses and honeys, you realize Papa's hand is stroking yours on the table.
"Would you like to take a walk along the Spiaggia Grande, cara?" he asks, voice low. "I think you will like it."
"I'd love to," you tell him. He drags once more on his second cigarette before tapping it out in the tray and offering his hand again. After leaving a gracious tip and napkins on the table, the two of you walk from the little restaurant, now lit by candlelight, and feel your feet hit the sand again.
"You are very willing to let things..." Terzo searches for words, "Ehm, progress naturally, I am finding. I like this."
You smile. "It's called going with the flow, where I'm from. If you have too much of a plan, you never let life take you beautiful places." Papa gets a gleam in his eye.
"I know a beautiful place."
After a phone call in Italian, a man Terzo seems to know well comes and greets him with a hearty hug. He has a bottle of champagne in his hand, and you think you hear his name: Omega.
"Come," Terzo takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. "We play."
You giggle and follow him to a dock, where a boat is floating. The man unties it, and Terzo helps you in. By now, the sun has just begun to set over the Amalfi coast. He spreads a blanket out at the bow of the small ship, and the two of you lay down. The captain brings you two glasses, and fills it with the champagne.
"Prosecco," he tells you softly, "Saluti." You watch his profile as he takes a sip, and sigh. He really is handsome, with a bit of a mischievous side. You moan at the taste of champagne, and he turns. "You are liking?" He gives a loud laugh. "Good girl." Fuck. You clench up at that, practically feeling the fabric of your panties soak.
"Where are we going?" you ask, taking a sip as well.
"It is a beautiful grotto, as unforgettable as me." He lets out another laugh, and gives you a kiss on the cheek. You turn to him, something deep inside of you suddenly aching for much more. His smile fades as he looks down to your lips, the two of you inches apart. He becomes deadly serious. "Kiss or slap, cara?"
"What?" you breath, a little dazed. His full lips part.
"Kiss... or slap?" You can feel his breath on your face. You whisper, "Kiss."
Terzo sets his champagne behind him, reaching up to hold both sides of your face and stroke his thumbs across your cheeks. Your kiss grows hungrier as he gently holds your face by your jaw, scratching his nails sensually down the column of your neck. You shiver.
"Kiss me lower." Terzo does as you ask like the concubine to a queen, pressing slow, soft kisses down your neck to your sternum and your collarbone. You reach your arms up to cradle his head as he gently sucks on the skin there, even lower now as he brushes your bikini top to the side and pops your nipple between his lips. His tongue swirls around, and once he's peaked it, he presses kisses between your breasts on his way to the other nipple. Your head tilts back and a moan falls from your lips as he applies the slightest of pressures in sucking, peaking that one as well.
He goes to cover your breasts again with the mesh material of your swimsuit, but you protest with a sigh. "Take it off." The older Italian's pupils dilate as he gently tugs the offending piece of clothing and places it carefully beside you both. You reach up to unbutton his white dress shirt, the pink vest coming off with it as you run your hands down his chest. The hair there is soft and curly, pleasant to run your fingers through, and you do just that, running them down, down over his clenching stomach to the source of where you know he wants you. The man overtop you stills as he feels your hand come in contact with his member, hard for you. You give it a rub through his pants, and he breathes out a groan. You go to move it back up, but he guides your hand back down to rub him through his pants.
"Cara, would you like me to make love to you here, now?" he pants out, raven hair falling into his face. You nod, whispering out a soft, "Yeah."
"Bene," he whispers, sliding two fingers under the strings of your swimsuit bottoms. He takes them down to your thighs as you lift up for him to do so, and his head goes down, lips pressing kisses down over your stomach, your hipbones, skipping over where you need him and kissing your thighs, worshipping them. He presses a few more kisses to the insides of your legs, getting dangerously close, and you sigh his name.
"You want me here?" he breathes ruggedly over your skin. "How badly, cara?"
"Please," is all you can say, and he presses a kiss right beside your cunt. He then kisses all the way up your lips and opens his mouth around your clit, sucking deep and slow. Your hips make slow movements of approval, gyrating side to side as he tucks his hands beneath your ass and pleasures you orally as if he's kissing you. Your eyes open to see that the sun has gone down, and all around you, the blue Mediterranean sea is reflecting a sky full of stars. You nearly cry from the beauty of the heavens, before being drawn back to earth by Terzo's tongue. He licks a long stripe and dips between your folds, tasting you. He goes back up to your clit and licks in a careful, methodical rhythm that has your toes curling.
"I'm going to cum," you breathe, fingers gently tugging his hair. He hums against you, hands coming up to run up and down your sides.
"Please. Allow me to taste your pleasure, tesoro. Please cum." Your hands fly back to hold the railing of the boat as your first orgasm washes over you like a cresting wave in this beautiful, warm sea around you. The tingles run down your entire body, starting from the pit of your stomach and spreading down your legs and up to a blush in your face. He's licking you through it, and when your thighs clench, he crawls back up.
"Here," he murmurs, "We switch, si? You can see so much beauty if I have you from beneath." You sit atop him, straddling his hips, and he sighs, looking up at you. "So can I." Your breath is almost stolen from the view. It's as if the sea goes on forever, no other boats out right now. The water is calm, and the moon is appearing, charting a course to an island you can see in the distance. You direct your attention back down as Terzo's thumbs run along the bottoms of your breasts, touching them, reaching up to cup them. You take his shorts down just enough to pull his cock from its confines, already wet at the tip from excitement. You dip down for just a moment to slide your lips all the way down and back up, popping off with a smile.
"Not fair if you're the only one who gets a taste," you laugh, and he groans, head falling back. You lift up, Terzo helping you, and finally circle your hips down just right to slide him all the way in. His hands fly to your hips as the action forces all the air out of his lungs. He gently rock his hips up in slow circles so you can adjust, and when your slick starts to drip down onto his skin, he begins to move his hips faster. He pumps upward and back, searching for your g-spot, and you squeeze around him. Your hips tilt back and forth as your body rocks to the rhythm of him fucking you, the wood beneath you two creaking with the pace. Looking up at the stars while you ride him, you realize you've never felt happier, more taken care of. Terzo's soft moans draw you back down again, and you lean down to kiss him. His hands come to sit on your ass, pulling you down each time he fucks upward.
"You are a goddess," he repeats, "Ai, la mia anima è persa nella tua tentazione, please cara, I want to feel you cum again, si?"
You brace yourself on his chest, and he starts to pound so deep you gasp, moans getting louder. He slows slightly, eyebrows lifting, to keep his own orgasm at bay. You ride him harder, bouncing down as he pumps up until his cock hits something deep inside you, rocketing you into your second orgasm. You fall against his chest and he catches you, watching the pleasure in your face. He gives an urgent gasp, patting your thigh.
"Lift up for a moment. Just for a moment..." He gasps again and whines as your pussy leaves his cock, and he holds his cock as ropes of white paint his stomach all the way up to his chest and chin. Covered in his cum and a sheen of sweat, he opens his eyes lazily to look at you again. "That was beautiful."
"You're telling me," you whisper against his lips. His eyes widen with a sense of excitement as he gently helps you into a sitting position again.
"Look cara! We are here." You're surprised to notice the boat has indeed sailed into a small grotto, some light from beneath illuminating you. "His light from below," Terzo hums in reverie, much to your confusion. He gets up, and jumps into the water. You balk, watching him, until he flip his hair back and laughs as he resurfaces. "Veni! Come, come! The water's very warm!" You dip your toe in, and slide into the sea, swimming over to him. The cave the two of you are encased in amplifies every breath, and you wrap your arms around his neck, the two of you afloat together.
"Will I ever forget this night?" you ask almost sadly, resting your head on his shoulder. He looks down at you, stroking your wet hair back.
"Feh. Not if I can help this." Sealing his lips with yours again, you two kiss in the water, forget that you're only here in Italy for a short time, and remember that the night isn't over yet.