I arrived back at my hostel in Rome around 6:30pm. It was still light outside, but the air had cooled and the sun had dipped slightly. I needed a shower after my little countryside 'excursion', so I parked up my scooter and headed to my room in the hostel. I entered the dormitory to the sound of laughter. At the far end, taking up two bunks were a group of four girls, probably student travellers. They weren't speaking English, so I couldn't talk to them, but they sounded German. They stopped talking so loudly and the voices descended into whispers as I entered. I didn't look at them too hard at this point, but they seemed pretty trim.
It was a pretty cheap place, so all I had as a cupboard was a plastic box under my bed with a padlock on it. I opened it up and grabbed my towel before heading to the showers, just along the corridor. As I passed through the door on the way out, the girls behind me suddenly burst into laughter again. Of course, I couldn't tell whether they were laughing at me or were simply having a private joke, but I made a mental note to give them a funny look next time I saw them.
The showers were semi-communal. There wasn't much privacy if you wanted it, and the shower spaces were arranged in blocks of four. Luckily the place was empty so I could wash my body in peace. After that I went down to the little shop at the entrance of the hostel to get some cheap food. I figured I'd eat something before having a quick nap. After that, the Roman night was mine to enjoy. Down in the shop, that same gaggle of German students were huddled around one of the tables. When I entered they went through the routine of going suddenly quiet before erupting into laughter. If it wasn't for my incredible encounter I had had earlier that day, this kind of behaviour would have had me squeaming with embarrassment. As it was, I simply looked over to them as they leant over the table and made obvious expressions that I was looking them up and down, checking them out, undressing them with my eyes. It worked. The girls were young to have been unnerved by such noticeable mental undressing and although they tried to disguise it, I could see they weren't going to fuck with me any more. With that, I bought my food and ate it back in the dorm before catching an hour or so worth of sleep.
I awoke around 8 and went straight out. I wanted to hit a few bars, meet some people and enjoy the Roman nightlife. It was warm but crisp outside and the city was buzzing with activity. It felt good. As I wondered the small streets and piazzas, I cast my mind back to the beautiful Italian girl I had encountered in the countryside earlier on. Images of her luscious lips wrapped around my cock, her breasts shaking as I thrust into her and her petit gasps of air as she orgasmed on me was making me feel horny again. I started to hope that I would bump into a group of drunk tourists as I wondered around the streets, but I knew that was ridiculous. That chance meeting was a once in a life time thing... it must be. As my mind explored its thoughts and my eyes gazed at the beautiful architecture of the ancient city, I only just managed to hear a voice, calling. Eventually I realised it was my name that was being spoken, "Joe. Joe!" I turned to look where it was coming from. It was female and sounded familiar. After scouring the scattered chairs and tables that littered the Roman piazzas my eyes fell on the face that was looking at me and saying my name. I know that face.
"Hello Joe, from Britain," the girl from the scooter shop smiled.
"Er, good evening," I replied. I looked around her table to see who she was with, but the other chairs seemed empty. She was holding onto a bottle of Italian beer and in the other hand was a smoking cigarette.
"Come. Sit with me," she motioned with her cigarette the chair nearest to her.
"You alone?"
"Si. I like to sit and watch. Lucky me, seeing you," she said playfully. She lifted the bottle to her lips and smiled at me while she flicked the end with her tongue. Once again, she was dressed simply. A simple white t-shirt and leggings. On her feet she wore sandals, and her dark shiny hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She had the kind of body that could get away with such simplicity.
"So, Joe... what does a man like you do on holiday?" She took a drag of the cigarette and blew it into the air, exposing her smooth slender neck.
"Well... I look for experiences... sample the delights..."
"And have you seen anything you want to... experience?" Glancing down, I saw her foot lift gently out of her sandal and she rubbed gently against my leg. When I looked up, she was staring straight into my eyes. The way she was looking at me, brushing her foot up and down my leg and tantalizing the bottle with her tongue was getting to me. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as my crotch began to swell. This did not go unnoticed and she raised her eyebrows in mock surprise.
"You... you seem like a nice girl..." I offered pathetically.
She stared at me for a few seconds without saying a word. I could see her mind was ticking over. Suddenly she threw back the bottle and downed the beer. Slamming it back onto the table she stood up and offered her hand.
"Come. I show you Rome -- give you an... experience, yes?"
"Er, OK, sounds good," I said eagerly and stood up. Automatically she linked her arm into mine and led me down one of the streets.
"I take you to a good ruin. People not know this one."
I nodded my head and allowed myself to be dictated to. I had no idea what she thought I wanted, but her attitude was irresistible. As we walked in silence through the streets of Rome, my semi-erect cock rubbed against my trousers, the tantalizing softness of her skin on my arms and the smell of her hair sending primeval signals through my body.
Eventually we came to a halt.
"Look. We here," she gesticulated with her hand to a large area in front of us. It was surrounded by a low wall. It was dark and quiet, but as I stared into the gloom, looming columns and arches emerged from the darkness. I turned to her.
"This is the ruin?"
"Si. It nice and quiet in there."
"That's because it's closed. We can't go in there," I went over to the wall and made signals to her that it was not possible for us to get in. "It's too late."
"I thought you said you want experience," she chuckled. Before I could answer, she leapt onto the surrounding wall and down into the ruin below.
"Come!" she whispered back up to me. In a panic, I threw myself over the wall and landed on my feet next to her. We were about 10 feet below street level.
"You OK?" she asked.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm cool. I just feel a bit..."