Stranger in the Streets

The street is lit and not so crowded. I can feel the sensual chill of a night breeze as I walk. This is what I want. This is what I need. My mind, my heart, my body, begged for this.

A vacation. An evening strolling along the streets of Rome. I know I can’t be away for a long vacation, but even one soothing day works for me. I walk towards my apartment. My heart is light. So is my mind. I feel refreshed. The neon lights create shadows in the cobbled streets. The magnitude of the Colosseum is lit up in the distance. Antiquity and romance embrace me as I stroll. I feel my mind relaxing as I walk.

My hair flies in the breeze as I adjust my rattan hat.

“Mmmm...”

I smell food. Is it pizza? Or pasta? Yes. Pasta! It would be so nice to have something authentic and typically Italian. I remember that I haven’t had dinner. So yes, I will have pasta, and definitely a nice red wine.

I discover the source of the delicious scent. A beautiful little street restaurant, nested among the tall city streets and markets of Rome. A quiet solace away from tourist masses.

I walk up to their menu. They offer cheeses, salami, bruschetta, and other traditional dishes coming from different regions of Italy, combined with a selection of Italian wines. And of course, pizza and pasta! A waiter guides me to a table outside.

He is incredibly handsome, with warm brown eyes, a strong jawline, and sensuous lips. He listens to my accent.

“Where are you from?”

I tell him.

“And how are you finding Roma, the best city in the world? ”

“I love it.”

He pours me a generous glass of wine before he retreats to his tables inside. I smile at the table of women gossiping beside me. For a moment, I wish I had a friend, or the company of a good lover. Someone to share this moment with.

Like the couple on my other side who seem to love each other very much. It’s a little cold now and I’m shivering as I watch the man remove his coat and cover the woman with it. She smiles at him and he leans in to kiss her.

Embarrassed and sad, I look away. The night sky is filled with stars, blinking and twinkling. Suddenly, there’s a shooting star. The women beside me catch it too. They cheer, to future good luck.

But the couple beside me are too busy making out. I make a wish for some excitement tonight. Something magical and out of the blue. When I finish my dinner the waiter comes out and graces me with his lovely smile.

As he clears my table, he asks:

“How were your Gnocchi alla Fiaschetteria?”

“Magnifico,”

I say, to impress him with my elementary Italian.

“Molto bene...”

“Well done.”

He asks if I have plans tonight...as I rustle in my purse for cash, taking a few things out to find my wallet.

“Just a quiet night in,”

He places my change onto the table.

“Buonasera. I hope you have a good evening. ”

After dinner, I continue my walk and reminisce over the old days. I can’t help but think about my ex-boyfriend. I miss him. This vacation is actually a result of him leaving me. I wanted to collect my broken pieces and glue them back together. I wanted to move on. But still, I feel…broken.

Stuck with all our memories: picnics together in the park. The way his kisses brought butterflies to my stomach...I’m a sucker for that tender feeling. I’m deep in my thoughts, and about to lose myself further to the past when…

I start to feel uneasy...there are footsteps coming quickly behind me. Someone is following me! I turn around quickly to see the waiter from the restaurant…he is jogging up to me, slightly out of breath, with arms outstretched.

“Are these your keys?”

“Oh my god they are! I must have lost them! ”

He hands them to me.

“Thank you so much,”

He observes me cooly. From my hair down to my toes. His eyes linger at my breasts, and I blush.

“Have a drink with me?”

His eyes shine…

“I’ve finished work now. I know a nice place we could go... ”

“Sure,”

I say, spontaneously.

“Why not?”

We walk together in silence for a bit, suddenly shy. The temperature drops and I shiver once again. He takes off his leather coat and covers me with it. Suddenly I feel warm again as I look into his eyes. They gaze into mine. I smile as if to thank him.

He leans in and places a soft kiss on my lips...as we stand in the middle of a cobblestone terrace, right beside a lovely fountain. The ground shines from the lamplight as I take in flicks of his large tongue.

I find myself wanting more of him. His lips are attentive and inquiring. Softer than velvet or satin. I don’t want this moment to end. He brings me into him and I feel his warmth, his heartbeat. It’s pounding so hard against mine...he wants me. And I want him too.

He leads me down a quieter street. It seems a bit more residential, offering more privacy. We are sandwiched between old and looming apartment buildings. Painted pastel with closed wooden shutters.

He grabs my waist. My breasts brush against his chest as his lips wrestle with my own, and his tongue explores my mouth. Minutes pass as we devour each other’s mouths Tongues searching and finding, sparring with each other. Playing a game of hide and seek. I explore every nook and curve of his mouth and lips.

His hands come up to hold my face, bringing our kisses to an even deeper level. My fingertips explore his face. Lightly tracing the contours as they make a map for my lips and mouth to follow.

He pulls away from my mouth and begins to place feather kisses on my face, my forehead, my eyelids, the curve of my cheek. He continues his exploration over to one ear, and playfully nips at my earlobe. Careful not to bite too hard! His lips graze my neck, my sensitive spot.

He slowly starts exploring my breasts. He pulls out a breast from my top and sucks on it. He nibbles it...I can feel myself becoming wet. I feel my loins burning. I want him even more…but he stops abruptly as a couple approaches.

They pass by and stop a little further down, before entering one of the buildings. All of the sudden we start giggling uncontrollably...

And I bury my face into his chest in embarrassment. Once they’re inside he pinches my nipple, gently. I caress his curly hair with my fingers and he places soft kisses on my breasts. I blush as he continues to suck on them, licking circles around the nipples. The cold air is prickly on my skin, but his burly body keeps me warm.

He comes back to my lips and kisses them…he sucks them…he bites down on my lower lip. He looks into my eyes…he’s enjoying himself. So am I. Our kissing continues.

He grabs my waist and pulls me into him. I feel his heart pounding. I feel his desire growing. I feel my desire growing. His penis is pressed tightly against my groin. His hardon is too obvious to hide. I run my hands to his pants.

I rub his penis against the fabric and feel it reacting to my touch. He’s growing even harder for me and I feel myself drooling for his cock. He returns to my breasts and squeezes both of them hard. He presses them together in his hands.

“Your breasts are so beautiful.”

His tongue plays with my nipples, lapping at them hungrily. His fingers travel to my skirt then pull my lace thong to the side. He starts caressing my pussy...I shiver in pleasure as chills run through my body. I am already soaking wet.

The waiter explores my clit and my pussy lips. He looks into my eyes as if to ask whether it’s ok. He gently rubs on my clit. Then he adds some pressure. His thumb is now circling my clit with increasing speed. His other hand rubs my leg and firmly grips my thigh. He gently thrusts a finger and spreads my labia, teasing me with the lure of penetration.

He pets a little further. My body aches in painful pleasure. I arch my back. He holds me still. His hand between my legs. He slides his finger in, slipping further into my pussy. He grabs at my breasts with his other hand, teasing a nipple. He pinches it, then rolls it between his fingers. My body begins to buck. He rubs my clit in figure eights.

Faster...and faster...I feel an orgasm growing as my pussy drips with my juices. I am so soaked. He coats his fingers in my fluids. Teasing my clit. It is painfully pleasurable. He gives me several slow deliberate thrusts, and I feel the walls of my pussy stretch to accommodate his presence.

My pussy clamps around his strong fingers. He speeds up. He adds pressure. He rubs faster. And faster, and faster…I feel it coming. He tugs my nipple between his teeth, then looks into my eyes. He rubs my clit, harder…and faster…I feel electricity.

I still find myself absolutely drooling for more of him. He thrusts his finger into my mouth. I suck them off, just like I would suck his penis. I clean his finger, then he pulls out of my mouth and places a soft kiss on my lips. He grabs me. He turns me towards the brick wall. Which is cold and damp and probably a thousand or so years old. My palms clamp against the building’s surface.

He moves behind me, and I hear the zip of his trouser. Then the sound of a packet opening, as he slips on a condom. He pulls up my skirt. My ass exposed. And he places a gentle slap on my butt cheek.

“Do you like that?”

I gasp and wiggle my ass in silent approval, pushing it desperately towards him. The second one follows, a little harder than the first. I want even more…

“Spank me. Spank me some more! ”

Then comes another two hard slaps. He grabs me to him, and I feel the moist head of his dick at the entrance of my pussy hole. I feel my loins burn. I feel my desire grow. And with a quick thrust, he enters into me...

He holds me to him. His dick throbs inside my pussy. I feel my pussy stretching. I enjoy the invasion. He marks his excitement by slapping my ass cheeks.

I always love it a little rough. His dick fits with my pussy perfectly. I feel I want him more and more. He thrusts...harder…deeper…exploring the deep corners of my pussy. I get chills as he holds me tight. Thrusting into me...standing behind me…

I can feel his heartbeat, loud and fast. He grabs my breasts, and squeezes them with his strong hands. He pulls his dick out…

“Oh, baby...”

he whispers in my ear.

“I want you…so much.”

He presses his hard on between my butt cheeks, and my heart beats even faster. In anticipation of even more, I turn my head just a little, to peak at how big he is. The sight brings a smile to my face.

“You like it, baby?”

I nod ‘yes’, in silence. He rubs his dick on my clit and pussy lips. He thrusts it in…again…and again. He repeats…pulls out…rubs on my clit…thrusts again. He is edging himself, and myself too. His penis penetrates my pussy once again. I feel the tight muscles of my vagina relaxing, as he thrusts into me harder. Much deeper this time...

I feel another orgasm building up inside me. He speeds up the pace. He holds me tightly…he squeezes my breasts. He pulls my hips to him…back and forth…back and forth. His dick throbbing inside of me harder and faster…

His balls bang against my ass cheeks. My skin stingshe thrusts…back and forth…back and forth. Back and forth, my body shakes and quivers…

My knees go weak…I lose my balance. But before I fall, he holds me…thrusting into me. He explodes inside of the condom.

He cups my face and smiles, kissing me one last time. He presses me close and we share a moment of stillness. Something suddenly occurs to me: I guess I really do believe in shooting stars…