Title:  The Venetian
Author:  travelbug


Lynn stood on the Rialto Bridge in Venice, looking at the ancient
buildings lining the Grand Canal.  Her eyes searched the right
side of the canal, looking for the boutique hotel she's staying
at.  It is in a former palazzo, has only 6 rooms, all decorated
in the Venetian style, and it is owned by Paolo, the sexiest
Italian man she had seen on the month-long stay in Italy.

He is a very hands-on owner, making sure his guests are happy and
satisfied as they are served breakfast on the small balcony over
the canal.  The first morning she stayed there, he sat down at
her table and talked to her for a while about the hotel and how
he came to own it.  They talked about how much she was enjoying
her vacation and dreading the day she had to leave.  As she
listened to his sexy accented voice, her nipples started getting
hard and it was almost unbearable for them to be touching the
fabric of her shirt.  She wanted this man.

Someone bumped into her on the bridge, interrupting her reverie.
She walked down the steps of the bridge, heading out for a day of
exploring the city's back streets.

Walking back into the hotel that evening, Paulo greeted her at
the door.  He took her by the arm and led her to the deserted
balcony.  "Sit and rest, mia bella, I will pour you a glass of
red wine", he said softly, his hand lingering on her back.  Even
this seemingly insignificant contact with him had her fantasizing
of his hand on the rest of her body.  She relaxed as she waited
for him, watching the gondolas slowly pass by on the canal.  It
had been a long month in Italy without a lover and she just knew
that he would be a wonderful one.  He walked out on the balcony
carrying two glasses of wine, set one in front of her and sat
down at the table opposite her with the other.

"Do you mind if I join you for a drink?" he asked.

 "No, please do" she said, "I had a wonderful day seeing your
beautiful city and now it's a pleasure to relax with a nice wine
and a handsome, charming man."

His eyes met hers and just the corners of his lips turn up into a
smile.  "Would you like to experience more pleasure?" he said
softly, leaning in towards her.  Her breath caught in her throat
and she gazes into his dark eyes.  "Yes, Paulo, I would.  What do
you have in mind?" she said. He stood and extended his hand to
her, saying "Come with me".

She rose from her chair and put her hand in his.  They walked to
her room and he opened the door with his master key.  As the door
closed behind them, he led her to the window overlooking the
canal and stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders.  He
pushed her hair to the side and said "Enjoy looking at my
beautiful city while I show you how Italian men appreciate
beautiful women."

He leaned down and kissed her neck, slowly trailing his tongue
across her shoulder.  His hands wrapped around her waist and then
slowly, tantalizingly, moved up to cover her breasts.  She lifted
her arms and put them around his neck, her breasts pressing
firmly into his hands, her nipples so hard they were aching.  He
lifted her shirt over her head, revealing her large firm breasts.
 His hands moved back to cover them, his fingers gently squeezing
her hard nipples. Her eyes closed, no longer looking at the
Italian city outside the window, but instead she focused on the
Italian man behind her.   "Yes" she whispered softly as she
presses her ass against him.

He moved his hands to her hips and pulls her back against him. 
She felt his hardness pressing into her lower back and wanted to
touch him.  She started to turn around but he stops her and says
"No, cara mia, let me love you like this."  He unfastened her
pants and lowered them, with her panties, to the floor.  She
kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her clothes.  She moaned
as she felt his hardness pressing against her. He pressed his
lips to one side of her neck and then slowly kissed his way to
the other side.

He moved his left hand to cover her breast, sliding his fingers
over her hard nipple, pinching softly, causing her to moan and
squirm in his arms.  He slid his other hand down her stomach and
pulled her tight against him.  He moved his hand down to her
pussy and gently rubbed her clit.  Lynn moaned softly and pressed
tighter against him.

He turned her around to face him and bent down to kiss her lips,
his tongue pushing gently into her mouth.  Her tongue met his and
the kiss deepened until both of them were breathing heavily.  She
ran her hands down his back to his hips, then starting reaching
for his zipper, wanting to feel him.  He stopped her and said
"Not yet."  She started to protest but he kissed her and slowly
walked her backward until she was sitting on the wide window
sill, then knelt in front of her.

He cupped her breasts in his hands and kissed his way down her
throat.  He looked in her eyes as he leaned forward and gently,
teasingly, licked first one hard nipple and then the other.  She
pushed her breasts against his hands, wanting more.  While
rubbing his thumb over one nipple, he kissed the other, licked it
softly and sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around
it.  He did this for a few minutes and then moved to the other
breast, giving it the same wonderful treatment, each pull on her
nipple causing her pussy to throb.

He kissed his way down her stomach and spread her legs, kissing
her inner thighs and breathing in the intoxicating smell of an
aroused woman.  She watched him get closer to her center, waiting
with breathless anticipation for the moment he touched her there.
 When he leaned forward and placed his tongue softly against her
throbbing clit, she put her hands on his head and pulled him
closer, wanting more.  He gladly obliged, swirling his tongue
around her clit and then gently sucking on it.

He slid down just a couple of inches and pushed his tongue as far
inside her pussy as he could.  She spread her legs further, and
watched him fucking her with his tongue.  She put her hands on
her breasts, gently pinching her nipples, and pushed her pussy
against his face.  He moved back to her clit, his tongue gently
touching the very sensitive spot.   She was leaning back against
the window, moaning and thrusting against his tongue, breathing
heavily.

He slid two fingers inside her and started licking her clit in a
less playful way.  In just a few moments, she gasped "Oh God, I'm
cumming!" and he felt her pussy tighten and pulse around his
fingers.  She put her hand on his head to hold him still as her
legs shook from the force of her orgasm, her breathing ragged.

When she released his head, he leaned back and smiled up at her.
She smiled back and leaned forward to softly kiss his lips, her
hands unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. 
She ran her hands down his warm chest, feeling the soft silky
black hairs.  She reached his pants and tugged on them lightly. 
She was still sitting on the window sill and when he stood in
front of her, his zipper was eye level.  She unfastened his pants
and slid them down his legs along with his boxers, and he stepped
out of his shoes and clothes.

When he stood naked in front of her, she admired his sculpted
body and the line of dark hair trailing downward from his chest
to his hard thick cock that was pointed straight at her.  She put
her hands on his hips and pulled him towards her.  She leaned
forward slightly and licked around the tip of his cock, then
opened her mouth and slid just an inch in then back out again. 
She ran her tongue down its length and licked his balls before
moving back to the tip of his cock and slowly, tantalizingly,
taking as much of him as she could into her mouth.

He groaned as the wet heat from her mouth surrounded him, and he
placed his hands on her head and slowly started fucking her
mouth, being careful not to choke her.

She was enjoying the taste and texture of him, swirling her
tongue around his cock when he released her and pulled her up. 
"What...." She started to say when he interrupted her.  "I need
to be inside you now Lynn, I can't wait any longer."  She turned
around and leaned forward, placed her hands on the window sill
and said "Yes, Paulo, yes."

He guided his cock into her pussy and slowly slid inside her
until he was buried deep, his balls against her.  Her breath
caught in her throat and she moaned "Oh fuck, that's good."

The feel of her pussy so tight around him, taking in every inch
of his length, was almost too much.  He moaned deep in his throat
and grabbed her waist, holding still until he had control of
himself.  He then started moving slowly within her, sliding
almost all the way out before sliding deep within her again.

She pushed back against him impatiently, but he kept up the slow
steady pace for a few more minutes.  Then, holding her waist, he
began moving faster, plunging hard into her with each thrust. 
She cried out "Yes, Yes" and grabbed one of her breasts,
squeezing her nipple.

He knew she was going to cum again soon but he wanted to see her
face when she did.  He quickly withdrew from her and pulled her
towards the bed, laying her on it.  He leaned down and tongued
her clit several times before moving up to kiss her, sliding his
tongue into her mouth at the same time that his cock slid into
her pussy.  She moaned and wrapped her legs around him, pulling
him in deeper than before.  He began moving his hips in a steady
rhythm, going deep inside her with each thrust, her hips rising
to meet his.

She was moaning softly with each thrust and when her body started
to tense, he leaned back slightly so he could watch her cum.  She
threw her head back and arched her body into his, her hands
gripping his arms.  She cried out "Oh Paulo, Yes" as heat flooded
through her body and her pussy pulsed around his hard cock.  He
was too close to his own orgasm to control it this time.  He
thrust into her a few more times and then groaned into her neck,
"I'm cumming too".  He thrust deep within her one final time and
she felt his cock thicken as he came, the muscles in his back
tensing beneath her hands.

He moved off of her, lying by her side.  They smiled at each
other and kissed softly.  Paulo suggested they get dressed and
return to the balcony to finish their wine, and she agreed. 
While they were enjoying the beautiful evening, listening to the
music coming from the piazza across the canal, guests began
arriving back at the hotel.  He rose to greet them, but first
leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I will visit your bedroom later
tonight."  She smiled at him and whispered "I will be waiting for
you." 

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