Girl Italian. An Erotic Short Story.

Even though it was raining outside, Elena wanted to leave the house.
I was supposed to deliver the paper in a week, and I still hadn't made it past the front page. It wasn't what she had wanted in her youth, but she must have felt fortunate to earn money by writing, even if they were techniques to prevent anxiety attacks.
He sat in a place away from his favorite restaurant, and began to write accompanied by a glass of wine. On a Tuesday there were few people and it was an ideal place to write.
Suddenly, a song enveloped the place. Elena, as soon as she heard it, her blood froze. It couldn't have been.
“I found my love in Portofino / Perché nei sogni credo ancor / Lo strano gioco del destino / A Portofino m’ ha preso il cuor”
The sensual Dalida flooded the whole restaurant. Elena hadn't heard that song in a long time. Perhaps it was because of the glass of wine, but the woman began to remember that moment she lived in that beautiful Italian coastal city.
At that time, Elena was about to marry Santiago. After three years of relationship, it was time to go through the altar but Elena was not sure of that decision.His doubts were amplified when, during the summer holidays, Santiago cancelled his trip to Portofino at the last minute, which was to be the prelude to the wedding and future honeymoon.

Elena, angry, wanted to go.

And it was in a pub, while Dalida's song was playing, near the bay, that he met Paolo. She was sitting in a corner near the window, melancholy looking at the beautiful houses of various colors and the lights of the night, which gave a truly romantic aspect to that landscape. How such a beautiful place could provoke such sadness!

He came over and invited him for a drink. Curious how the Italian wooed him, she gave him a free clue. With a few too many drinks, Elena told him about her life and her doubts about the wedding.

He, dark, of virile bearing, deep look and gallant manners, listened to him. However, they both wanted more.

They had one more drink and kissed, a wish they knew from the beginning they wanted to happen.

Italian lust
Paolo ripped Elena's blouse off.

Paolo invited him to his penthouse with beautiful views of the bay of Portofino. There, Paolo, played again the music of the sensual Dalida.

And like there wasn't tomorrow... they started kissing. Passionate and blinded by pleasure, Paolo ripped off Elena's blouse, which was hypnotized by Paolo's masculine and well-worked body.

The Italian caressed his breasts with one hand with delicate rudeness, while the other was going down to his legs, then reach his clitoris and see satisfied how much he lubricated.

After the two of them were naked, they rolled across the parquet floor, intertwining their tongues as they frolicked.
It was Paolo who was handling the situation, he felt how the rubbing of his skin provoked an immediate pleasure in her and that provoked a strong erection. He went to that opening to lust and began to lick that delight that Elena gave off.

One hand caressed her clitoris, which caused her to lubricate more, leaving Paolo wanting more, and the other caressed one of her breasts.

She had never had so much pleasure from Santiago's hands, the Italian was more passionate, rougher, more man. Paolo's laps provoked an orgasm, which the young man interpreted as an invitation to something stronger.

He picked up Elena and took her to bed.

There, Paolo knelt down, showing Elena his erect penis. She grasped the idea, smiled lewdly and carried her head towards the penis, brown skinned and uncircumcised.

She introduced it to him quickly, licking every part of that venous limb, she felt the salty taste of the liquid, she couldn't stop tasting it, as if it was water in the middle of the desert.

Elena looked at him and saw his dominant eyes that desired only one thing: to penetrate him to the deepest.

She agreed.
Without wasting any more time, Elena made her way to the pleasure Paolo was willing to give her. The Italian lover penetrated him carefully.

When he entered fully and seeing that she lubricated more and groaned asking for more, he began to go faster, enjoying the pleasure it gave. Elena felt full, receiving that Italian who flattered her in his language.

Italian lust
He saw his dominant eyes that wanted only one thing
Suddenly Paolo straddled Elena as she clung tightly to the back of that Mediterranean male.

Kissing passionately, Elena began to move in and out of Paolo's penis and, without hesitation, Paolo pushed her against the wall, to start ramming her wildly.

Both were completely devoted to the lust and passion of the moment. After she reached her second orgasm, Paolo could no longer endure the pleasure.

And as if a bottle of champagne were uncorked, the Italian ejaculated a scream of pleasure as she continued to groan.

Full of sweat and still naked, the two lay down in bed, only with Dalida breaking the delicious silence after sex.
“Mais après cette nuit divine / On l’entendit sonner un jour / Même jusqu’aux villes voisines / De Portofino / Pour notre amour”

He caressed her and she looked at him smiling, while the music was still playing. Elena felt the passion again, if only for one night.

The next day, the woman awoke in the arms of that gallant brought from another world. He slept and smiled placidly. She knew she had to leave. He dressed quickly and went back to his hotel.

That memory was still being kept intensely.

Elena stopped writing and went back to her maiden flat, it had stopped raining. Perhaps it was time to return to Portofino.