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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