The Seduction of Venice Ch. 04

For my friend who suggested the gondola experience in the first place. :) As always, I would really appreciate feedback. Thanks!

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Chris came stroking her clit in the shower and sagged against the tile wall. She stepped out of the shower and quickly dressed. She walked back into her small room that she slept in once. She repacked her things setting the short she borrowed on her roommate's bed with a few euro. She felt terrible she did not have time to properly clean it first.

On her way back to Alessandro's hotel she stopped in an internet café and called her ex-husband to check on her son. She talked to him and her heart warmed hearing his baby voice.

By the time she made it to Alessandro's room, she was 24 minutes late. Unfortunately, Alessandro had finished at 1, so by 1:30 he was waiting for her in his room, pacing.

She knocked on the door. He opened it. He smiled when he saw her. "I am so sorry I'm late."

"Women are always allowed time. Men have to be punctual," he teased her.

"All the same I apologise."

"It's alright, just happy you came back."

"I didn't wake up 'til almost 1 PM."

"It's ok cara mia."

She sat her bag down. He looked over her clothes and frowned. She saw it.

"I travel very lightly. I was unaware I would be seducing an Italian. I was more worried about practical clothing to wear with my son," she offered as an explanation for her clothing.

"But for tonight we need to find something more appropriate..." he said smiling. "Come here, Chris" he said softly as he held his arms out to her. She ran right into them and raised her face for her kiss. He happily obliged. It was a sweet and tender kiss. He ran his hands up and down her arms.

He broke away. "If we do not go now, we will not have time to find you a dress."

"A dress?"

"Yes, love, we need to buy you a dress."

She raised an eyebrow at him.

"You did say before you were staying at the hostel to save more money for shopping. So I assume you will enjoy shopping..."

"Ok, true. Let's go shopping."

*****

The draw of Venice, the intrinsic essence that captures one's soul, is the way the light falls and dances around Venice. It reflects off the waters surrounding her and is in constant motion. The afternoons weigh heavy with humidity in August. Chris's clothes were damp and clung to her body. She had to peel them off as she stood in the dressing room in Prada.

She had found shoes at Furla and Gucci. She had liked a small green purse at Versace, but could not find clothes. She was never much into their clothes. Chris stepped into layers of gauze. Each layer was another shade—silver, pewter, charcoal. The dress had a long slit up one side of the skirt and the deep v of the neckline was held up by ribbon that tied behind Chris's neck. The Prada dress was unique and shimmered. It would dazzle in Venice as its look changed too with each step Chris took. She picked out other clothes. But this dress held her imagination and affection. She would wear it tonight.

The afternoon had been so sweet—just wandering Venice in her smoldering heat holding his hand. It had been perfect just because she had been near him. In fact for both of them, the afternoon was sheer pleasure and comforting. After all, both in silence and conversation, they enjoyed each other.

As the sun was setting, they made it back to Alessandro's hotel room. All the ribbon tied bags were heaped on the bed.

Chris started opening them and sorting them. "Christine?"

"Yes?" she called over her shoulder. She started to turn around, but stepped back into his very solid frame. He wrapped his arms around her and started kissing her neck.

In between kisses he said, "Come take a shower with me, baby."

"Ok." she breathed.

The bathroom was average size for American standards. The shower was really only built for one person. They pressed their bodies tightly together to fit in which suited both very well. They washed each other. It was more sweet than erotic. Alessandro cupped Christine's full breasts as he leaned in and kissed her under the pulsing jets of water. Her hand was at the nape of his neck fingering his hair. He slipped his arm down her back, caressing her, and then squeezed her bottom. He cupped her ass and pressed his finger in. She gasped and looked at him.

"Do you like me to touch you here?"

"Yes, I like it." He pressed his finger in further and her sphincter spasmed a second. Then it relaxed.

"Do you ever play with yourself here?" Alessandro murmured into her ear.

"Yes" she drew out at last. He pulled his finger out and pressed it in again.

"Is that good for you, sweetheart?"

"Mmmmmm, yes, yes, Alessandro....." she moaned. She reveled in the sensation. He put in a second finger and began using both fingers as pistons.

"Oooooooohhhhhh, that feels good," she cried out as she sagged against him. Alessandro drew her mouth to his and engaged her tongue. With his other hand he reached between them and slipped his fingers into her pussy.

She was slick with arousal and he started stroking her clit. She broke their kiss moaning and laid her head against his chest. She felt his fingers exploring her ass, stroking in and out. She felt his very skilled fingers stroke her clit.

Her body was melded against him under the rushing water. She was wrapped up in his scent. His cock was hard pressing firmly into her abdomen.

Alessandro looked down at the treasure he was holding and strumming. He felt her thighs shake from the pleasure. Her breathing was rapid. He knew she would cum soon. He felt ready to cum too—just from the sensation of being a voyeur and watching Christine revel in the sensations he gave her.

He rapidly stroked her clit and roughly finger fucked her ass. She went over the edge and came. She felt the orgasm center on her clit and her sphincter. It ran down her thighs and up her spine. Her nipples tingled and she felt lightheaded as a single nerve of pleasure sung in her forehead. She felt her whole body go slack.

Alessandro took her weight and kept her from sliding down while she regained her awareness.

He turned the water down, but not off. He soaped up her breasts. He whispered in her ear, "Kneel."

She simply complied and looked up at him with full blown desire. She reached out for his dick and licked around the head while stroking the shaft. She slowly took in its entire length inch by inch into her mouth. He withdrew and plunged back into her mouth. She cupped his balls and sucked on his dick. He held her head and pounded in and out. She did her best not to gag.

He stood there lost in his own world gripping her hair and using her sweet warm mouth. He finally released her head breathing heavily. She looked up wonderingly that he had stopped, when he placed his dick between her breasts.

"Your breasts are so beautiful. I am going to fuck them," he said smiling down at her. He squeezed her 36D breasts around his dick with his hands and began pushing in and out. He moaned. As she kneeled there, she felt completely aroused again that he was using her body like this. She made no word of protest. It completely turned her on. And it hurt.

He was squeezing so hard, she was sure she would be bruised afterwards. She felt the veins on his dick as they stroked up and down between her breasts. She looked down and watched the head come between her breasts and down again. He was breathing heavily.

"Do you like this?" he grunted.

"Yes..." she whispered.

"Yes? Louder, Carissima. Do you like what I'm doing to you?"

"Yes, Alessandro. I like it. Please keep fucking me," she replied audibly.

"My sweet fuck angel, you are mine. Do you understand? Mine."

"Yours, yes, yours. Cum for me Alessandro."

He did. He came in thick spurts all over Christine's breasts and face. She took her fingers and dipped them into his semen. She sucked her fingers clean. He watched her in his post-orgasmic state incredibly aroused and impressed. He drew her up to him and kissed her within an inch of her life. It was deep, passionate, and forceful. And above all, possessive.

*****

She finished her hair and make-up. She was wearing her panties, her new Gucci stilettos and one of Alessandro's dress shirts unbuttoned. She walked out into the room. He was standing by the bed looking like a god. His dark suit was cut perfectly for him. He looked powerful and dangerous. She was wet again. She'd been in nearly a constant state of arousal since she'd met him.

She walked over to the other side of the bed. She pulled off his shirt. He enjoyed that sight—Christine topless with her pink nipples hardened. The stilettos didn't hurt either. He made a mental note to himself, "fuck her in just those stilettos". Maybe tonight he thought. And he smiled as he grabbed condoms and put them in his jacket.

She had stepped into her dress. He walked behind her and zipped the dress. He took the ribbons she offered him and tied them behind her neck. She looked beautiful. And he told her so.

*****

Christine and Alessandro walked along the Grand Canal with Christine catching a lot of appreciative glances in her diaphanous dress. They walked back to the Piazza di San Marco and went up to a nondescript door under an archway lining the piazza.

Alessandro gave his name to the maître d'. They were escorted to a beautiful table in a chandelier lit room. There were other couples and even tables of 4 and 6. "No private entertainment tonight?" she teased Alessandro. He whispered in her ear, "maybe not here."

After dinner Alessandro walked her down to the pier. He stopped occasionally and just drew her to him and kissed her. At the pier, she admired the Doge's Palace lit at night. She studied it while Alessandro went over to a gondolier and negotiated for a trip in a gondola. Christine had never been and as touristy as it was—it seemed magical to her.

Alessandro smiled at the gondolier. The usual rates at night were well over a $100 USD for a decent length trip. But this guy had just gotten three times as much to take them to a secluded area where no other gondolas travel. That and to look the other away.

Alessandro slipped behind his treasure and wrapped his arms around her. "Would you like to go on a trip in a gondola with me?"

She looked up at him and smiled. "Of course I would."

Christine sat leaning back against Alessandro as their gondola glided across the water. He was stroking her bare thigh—the slit up the skirt was very useful he thought. She felt the warmth of his body and softness of his suit on her bare back. Venice glittered in front of her. She lost herself in the moment.

Alessandro started kissing Christine on the side of her neck. "Alessandro, the gondolier can see..."

"Mario."

"What?"

"His name is Mario, and I'm sure he's seen a lot more."

"Alessandro."

"Christine."

He trailed his tongue up to her ear and sucked her ear lobe. Then he turned her head and kissed her.

She opened her mouth for him as he turned her body in his arms. Now she sat sideways in his lap.

She broke away flushing red looking at the gondolier. He was looking out into the water beyond them.

She felt the bow behind her neck that was holding her dress up being pulled on. It came undone.

"Alessandro!" she furiously whispered.

"Yes?" he asked slowly, calmly, and in a regular volume.

"Tie my dress back" she whispered emphatically again.

"No."

"No?"

"No, I will not now. I will tie it later for you, cara mia."

She turned and looked at him amazed. He pulled part of the dress down.

"You wouldn't."

"I'm going to."

He pulled Christine to him and kissed her again. He slipped his tongue in and she forgot where they were. He slipped his free hand under the material of her dress and cupped her breast. The material fell further down exposing the other breast to the night air. She fought with him a bit in his arms but just gave in after a bit.

The gondolier, Mario, watched and enjoyed the sight. Her skin was like fine blue veined Italian marble in the softly reflected lights. The sight of her breasts had made him hard. He thought of his girlfriend, Patricia. Maybe he could call her out of her uncle's restaurant tonight just for an hour or so. It's all he needed. And he would need he thought if he was going to get to see what this man had every intention of getting from this woman.

Alessandro kept kissing Christine and caressing her breasts. He ran his hand up her exposed leg and thigh through the slit of her dress. He slipped his hand underneath the dress. Panties.

"You had to wear them."

"What?" Christine asked in a daze.

He pulled the panties to the side and slipped his finger in. She was soaking wet for him. He started stroking her clit. She moaned. "I cannot believe you're doing this to me in public."

"Where's the public, cara mia?"

"The gondolier..."

"Mario."

"Mario is watching us" she stated exasperated with Alessandro as his finger stroked her clit.

Alessandro smiled at her and then looked up at Mario. He said something to him and Mario replied.

"See, I asked him. He says I'm allowed to do what I want with my beautiful woman. He, the public, does not mind."

"Alessandro!" she protested. He kissed away her protests. He'd actually asked Mario if he enjoyed the view, and he'd said he liked her breasts a lot. Alessandro replied "wait 'til you see the rest of her."

Alessandro's lips trailed down her throat and onto her breasts. He leaned over and took a nipple into his mouth. Christine moaned and gripped his arm. He continued to stroke the inside of her pussy.

He needed to get rid of those damn panties. He pulled his hand free and started yanking the material down her legs. She was so aroused, she made no protest. He got them to her ankles and then over the stilettos. He threw them further down the gondola. Mario followed their path with his eyes.

Christine unbuttoned Alessandro's shirt and kissed him down his chest as she went.

"Keep going" he breathed.

She climbed down from his lap and kneeled on the floor of the gondola. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She pushed his boxers down and brought out his cock already hard from anticipation. She licked the precum from the head. She licked all the way around and then began sucking.

Mario was rather stunned. He knew the man wanted isolated areas to have sex with her, but he couldn't believe the view he had. A woman in a very nice dress that was down to her waist was kneeling in his gondola and sucking the man. And she'd lost her panties...

"Stop." She didn't hear him. She kept going.

"Christine, stop, cara mia. I want to be inside you."

She sat back and breathing heavily looked at him. He opened a condom and rolled down his dick. She climbed up into his lap facing him. Her legs wrapped around his body and she lowered her aching body onto him. Her pussy was warm, slick, and tight. It sucked him in greedily.

Christine drew her breath in sharply as she felt him enter. She looked into Alessandro's face. His eyes burned her with his desire. She leaned down and kissed him. He grasped the back of her head and clutched her to him. He kissed her as she began moving up and down. It was sheer torture. They built up their rhythm.

Mario called out to Alessandro. They were down at one end and they were going to tip his boat. The sentences finally penetrated his brain. He stopped Christine and she climbed off of him.

"If you are on the floor..." Mario said to Alessandro. Alessandro nodded.

He had Christine kneel again on the floor and brace her upper body on the seat of the chair. Alessandro pulled her dress up exposing her swollen and wet pussy. Mario had quite the view. Christine's breasts were hanging free, her hair was in disarray, and her breathing was ragged. And here her legs were spread wide as she kneeled in his gondola. Alessandro kneeled behind her and pushed into her. He placed one hand on the floor to hold his weight and with the other he cupped her breast. He began to pound Christine. She grunted. He squeezed her breast almost mercilessly as he thrust in and out.

"Harder, Alessandro" she called out.

"Yes, baby, I'll give you more." He let go of her breast and leaned back. He gripped her hips and relentlessly drew her against his body over and over again. He felt her pussy clench his dick and then heard her scream out his name. He let himself go.

*****

She sat in Alessandro's lap—her face was crimson. She could not believe what she had done in front of the gondolier. Alessandro was stroking her hair and comforting her. All she could focus on was the bulge in the gondolier's pants. The gondolier looked over her body and she felt terrible and secretly turned on.

Mario smiled at the woman's obvious discomfort. He wasn't very impressed with her modesty on display now. As they approached the pier, he spoke fast to Alessandro. Alessandro nodded at him. He helped Christine off the gondola and handed Mario several folded bills. As they left, Alessandro watched Mario pocket Christine's panties.

Mario knew exactly what he was going to jerk off with in the near future.

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As always, I would really appreciate feedback, thanks!