Venice Ch. 2

We found a chic café and sat amongst the people wanting to be seen. You laughed at the others trying to be more stylish than the neighbor. The loud name-dropping and hand movements provided us with entertainment as we sipped the chilled Champaign. You were warm enough to leave the shawl on the back of the chair displaying your round shoulders and décolletage. I was proud to be your companion. The black and white of your dress and skin highlighted by the pendant and your lip-gloss reminded me of famous photographer's black and white photos that he had hand colored. You were simply stunning in the evening light of Venice.

We walked slowly along the Riva d. Schiavoni to the concert. Surrounding us were the tourists in shorts and sandals, surprised to see people dressed so elegantly. Upon entering the Santa Maria della Pieta and taking our places we found only a handful of others in similar attire. To my amazement they were all Italian. The music began and quickly we were transported by Vivaldi's enchantment into the seasons he was portraying. I looked at you and perceived your immersion into his sounds. As the tempo mounted and your breathing increased I started the little egg vibrating. Your head snapped back, your mouth opened, and you looked at me as you gasped. I smiled but let the vibrating continue. Your left hand went to your lap but I removed it as the music reached a crescendo. Your breath became gulps as your eyes pleaded. At the final note I shut off the machine. You tried to regain your composure by taking deep breaths. I stroked your arm tenderly and smiled at you. Throughout the concert I would initiate the vibrating at periods when I felt the music would conceal your movements and breathing. You became more radiant with each cycle as your breasts heaved. Your poise and ability to restrain your desires amazed me.

You left the church holding my arm for balance, not completely in control of your legs. I told you we would stroll the canals for a while before dinner. You looked at me questioning but followed. Minutes later we found ourselves crossing the same little bridge where I had tortured you earlier. Again I turned on the egg and you begged me to fulfill your lust. "Right here, now?" I asked, "Yes please." You answered. I bent you over the stone parapet of the bridge so you were facing the water. I slid my hand up the back slit of your dress and plunged a finger into your moist passage. You gasped and pushed back onto my hand. I withdrew immediately and opened my fly. I was certainly ready. I parted your dress pushing it up over your hips and entered you quickly. You cried out and I quickly covered your mouth with my handkerchief. My desire was as strong as yours and soon we were deep in the throes of passion beyond concern for others. The egg continued its vibrations making my peak seem very imminent. Your movements belayed your approaching climax when suddenly a gondola appeared in the canal poling straight toward us. The gondolier looked into your eyes and smiled, I still held the handkerchief over your mouth, and you could say nothing as he gazed at your exposed breasts.

He passed only a meter below us as we froze for a few moments. We resumed as he turned into another canal. My passion became more ardent and soon I was gushing deep in your belly. You threw back your head and cried out all your release as the pent-up pleasure finally broke free. We barely had time to disengage before three windows opened and heads popped out to ask what was the problem. I fell to my knees and pretended to hold your ankle.

"Scusi, mia pate." You cried out falling into the game. We had a few replies as we pretended to limp you off to another canal. As we turned the corner you laughed and fell into my arms. "Should we not go back to the room before dinner?" You asked. I answered that was not necessary; we would go to the same little secluded restaurant as last night. No one will bother us and they have very nice bathrooms. "Then would you please turn off the damn egg?" You said.

I complied laughing that I had forgotten.