SARAH SHARES HER ITALIAN PLEASURE
A sequel to Sarah's Moments of Italian Pleasure
Sarah had come home to the apartment above the boutique and gallery, established as Ballard Art & Interiors, feeling uncommonly tired from the journey and because of the flight delay from Turin. But, along with that weariness, there also came the haunting memories of what she had discovered in the arms of her Italian lover, Gianluca Casserini, or
'Luca'
as he had so charmingly asked her to call him, almost from the moment that they had met in the hotel lobby and on her first night.
A day spent traipsing around exhibitions and haggling for the favoured pieces that had caught her eye had then ended with having supper with the man who had simply, yes 'simply', walked into her life and, in defiance of all reason and her bond with Lucinda, had taken her to bed after a delicious and eye-wateringly expensive supper in a hilltop restaurant where the balcony gave views down into the gorge and the lazy flow of the river.
She had been captivated and the man had re-ignited the passion that she could so often bring to the act, the languor of making slow love as he had sought of her and all that she could bring in taking him, a man obscenely well-endowed and accomplished with it.
Now, she met Lucinda's softened look upon her.
"I'm glad that you are home again with me," she said simply, and on reaching out to caress her cheek. "Go and have a shower. It may revive you..."
"Yes, maybe it will," Sarah replied, and broke free of Lucinda's possessive hold on her hands.
Did she look as haunted as she felt?
♥
"Come in here with me," Sarah coaxed, sliding back the shower screen door, anxious to feel a sense of normality return after three tempestuous nights in the arms of her Italian lover. Lucie had come to check on her.
"Okay," Lucinda smiled, "I thought you would want to have some supper and rest, to tell me how it all went. The small, sculpted pieces that you sent pictures of, are wonderful. We can unpack the ones you brought with you later."
"Yes, and more are on the way, along with the paintings I bought. I didn't want to risk having any of them damaged by baggage handlers..." She had also expressed an interest in other pieces if their sales should fall through.
"And you must have paid a price for a special courier service?"
"Yes, but we will recover the cost and make a nice profit." Sarah pulled on Lucinda's hand and drew her into the cubicle before the door rattled shut behind her live-in lover, whose fleshly body soon pressed against her as they kissed. "Let's do something else, not talk business."
Sarah gazed at her gorgeously curvy body, at Lucinda's heavy breasts and the swell of her tummy and hips, and her fleshy thighs. Where she was buxom but slender-framed, Lucinda was voluptuous; her greying hair fashionably tinted with blonde and auburn and that their favoured West End hairdresser had suggested would lend her a more youthful appearance.
"I'm glad to be home again..."
"Said with feeling, darling," Lucinda answered as she began to slick scented shower gel over Sarah's body, leaning forward to kiss her breasts and as her hands stroked down Sarah's back and gripped her buttocks. "I've missed you and am sorry I couldn't be with you. You behaved, I hope?"
Lucinda gave her a teasing smile.
"I'll tell you about it, later."
Lucinda's wet skin looked so soft as the water cascaded over their bodies and she would not deny that the sight aroused her. The recessed ceiling lights above them made their skins glisten, making it look as if they glowed.
"No secrets, we have no secrets...remember?" Lucinda answered, the sudden change in Sarah's voice making her wonder what had affected her.
"Here, right now in the shower, we're in our secret world, Lucie." Sarah had used her favourite name for her, a sign of the deep love that she felt for the woman who was now in her arms, and before they moved their soaped bodies sensually against each other and kissed, their hands offering soapy caresses to the other's back and buttocks.
Lucinda, often the dominant one, pulled Susan closer so that their bodies meshed in the confined space, her right leg pushed between Sarah's thighs. Her pussy rubbed against Sarah's thigh as they kissed hungrily, open-mouthed, and moving their heads as they did so.
"How I wish you could have been with me!" Sarah panted as they continued kissing and caressing each other's soapy skins, Sarah often reaching out to put a hand on the shower screen to keep her balance.
"Tell me what happened while you were away... you'll do that, won't you?" Lucie asked as Sarrah's responses to her caresses and kisses were intensely enjoyable but different from other times of separation.
She began to trail kisses down her lover's body, over the soft swell of Sarah's tummy and then the insides of her thighs as the fingers of one hand gently caressed her slit then entered her vagina, in slow reaming strokes.
"Oh...what's this?" Lucie stopped and gazed at a small love mark on Sarah's thigh before she gazed up at her. Their shared moments of heat, touch and seduction now demanded an explanation. "Did you find more than art objects to engage your interest? Who was she...have I met her too when I've been with you at those fairs?"
Lucie stood up and was soon embraced.
"No, it was man...an only too handsome man with no associations with art fairs, but an interest all the same. Luca's an architect. He bought a monstrously large painting for a client...so he told me."
"And a man he had his designs on you from the start, I presume. You didn't fall so easily when we first met."
Sharing the shower was of no further interest to either of them, the erotic tangle they had fallen into, as the water cascaded over them, was no distraction from what they now talked of.
"I'll tell you all about it, darling. I broke all the rules we have lived by, but the man simply swept me off my feet."
Caressing his body, toned and lightly tanned but with some of his tattoos stark against his skin, had still not prepared her for what he would bring to her; the swell in his pouch-briefs straining the cotton fabric that had shaped him. The ardour of a man younger than she was overcame her dismay that he should desire her as he had done. Luca had been supremely confident in his ways with her, attentive but never fawning, and he listened to what she had to say. Luca was never domineering in the moments of his seduction of her, and she had fallen under his spell almost without realising it.
Now, and with Lucie so close to her, she had to come down to earth and a changed reality once more.
"Hey, it's okay Lucie, darling. We'll have supper and a drink, while we talk and then there will be plenty of time for you to...for you to make it up to me and to pay me back for what I may have missed."
Lucie's look on her, Sarah realised, was now altogether more serious.
♥
With a light supper soon over and the few things needed to prepare it either washed up and stowed away, or what remained put in the fridge, they now sat on the L-shaped sofa in the living room and dressed only in lounge wear, and with Lucie sitting possessively close to her business partner and lover.
"I hope you didn't fall too deeply for the charms of a handsome stranger," Lucie now teased. The answering look that Sarah gave her aroused a gasp of surprise. "Oh no, go on, tell me!"
"Yes, I will. Luca had enough energy to have pleased both of us, but that's not what you want to hear."
"No, it isn't. A picture or two would help."
"I'll get to those in a minute."
Sarah recalled everything that had happened as she sat against her true companion and told Lucinda the details of the conversation, she had overheard but had not been a part of. The pictures stored in her iPhone had shown Lucinda the smiling face of Luca, the man she had been told of upon her return from a business trip unlike any other she had been on, alone or in Lucinda's devoted company.
"He's as you described him, handsome and suave. If it had to happen, I'm glad you chose a man like him."
"He chose me...and I let it all happen."
She did not reveal that Luca had taken the greatest pleasure from her choosing to ride him, cowgirl, fashion, and the orgasms he had provoked unlike any she had shared with any man.
"I can see why he did. You looked so relaxed and happy when you called me one morning...on the second morning that you spent in Turin. It wasn't just the pictures of the paintings and small sculptures you had bought, but now I see why. Pictures of you two together at a restaurant overlooking the river. Who took it?"
"A waiter as I knew that I could never keep what happened a secret. You're not jealous or hurt by what happened, I hope?" Sarah asked, turning in Lucie's embrace to meet her look and then the slow kiss that they shared. Neither played an outright and dominant role in their three-year relationship, but Sarah invariably relented when Lucinda stood her ground and it came to them deciding on the direction the business should follow and in which they were, now, equal partners.
"No, darling, I'm not jealous. We agreed, didn't we, that we could have our 'diversions' whenever they might happen. And now, it seems, after the years we've been together, those days away in Italy have left more than a mark on you."
