They were both finding Italy extraordinary in so many ways. The beautiful scenery of course, the lush countryside, and coastal roads were often breathtaking. The small towns with the open air markets and the most delicious food she is sure she ever tasted in her life. Of course, all her senses were heightened on this adventure. Connecting with one's one body and with another so intimately seems to elicit a love of life in general and glimpses into pure unadulterated joy.
Their time together was easy, they shared a wicked sense of humor, sharing lots of laughter together is somewhat of an aphrodisiac. After a particularly funny observation or story one tells and they laugh until they have tears in their eyes results in her looking at him with a smoldering expression and wanting to swallow his cock while he sucks her pussy then a good old fashioned fucking as soon as his cock recovers.
They spent a few days in Naples and she suggested going north first to Florence then on to Bologna to spend a few days. She was planning a surprise for him with something she knew he would love. On the morning of what she had planned, she said, "Hey babe, there's a special place I want to take you to today, but I don't want to tell you where we're going. I want to surprise you."
He smiled and said, "Sure, baby. Wherever you go, I shall follow."
She sighed and kissed him long and slow. They exchanged a passionate kiss that they both had come to love. Tongues dancing, caressing their bodies as they held each other close, while their lips locked until they needed to come up for air. She refrained from getting on her knees and sucking his cock right then, everything about him aroused her. Sure, she was divorced horny, but it was more than that. His authentic kindness and genuinely warm hearted spirit was captivating and a pleasure to be around. She was grateful for their friendship, even when one or both wanted to move on from whatever this affair was, she trusted they would remain friends.
"Okay, hot stuff, let's go. I arranged for a car to take us." He smiled, "Hmm, I wonder what it could be?"
She thought for sure he would know based on the town they were in, Bologna, but he didn't seem to let on.
They turned on to Via Antonio Cavelieri Ducati and she looked at him as she saw his eyes light up as he saw the murals of the Ducati motorcycles on the sides of the building. One of the murals of a bright yellow Ducati that read "Scrambler Ducati" across the top and across the bottom "The Land of Joy."
"We're going to see Ducatis?" he asked, his smile wide in a boyish charm, like it was Christmas morning and his most favorite wish was about to be granted.
"We're going to the Ducati museum." she responded, her smile as wide. She was too afraid to ride on a bike herself, but she understood the appeal. The freedom and the luxury of being one with something that goes so fast.
"Wow, this is awesome. Thank you, baby." he said.
"You are so very welcome. After this, we have one more surprise." she said.
"What? This is more than enough and wonderful." he responded.
One of the docents moved through the museum with them answering questions and pointing out the history of the Ducati bikes and the Ducati family. The Ducati family itself hasn't owned the company since 1950, but it is the seed they planted, with frankly a great name for a motorcycle that resulted in the famous racing bikes of today, now owned by Audi.
After they finished their tour, she then took him to the Ducati dealership to test ride one of the bikes. She had arranged it beforehand so he could take anyone he wanted out for as long as he liked. She was going to find a cafe and write or read a book.
"Magda, I want you to come with me. You can ride on the back." he said.
"That's sweet, Matt. But I'm terrified of motorcycles. Seriously. I wouldn't want to freak out." she told him.
He looked at her steadily. "What if I didn't go too fast and we stopped often. I really want you to ride with me, especially here, in Italy."
