Part 2
Looking over my shoulder I wave a few times in the direction of the camera as we wait, wondering if he is indeed busy. Before long the 'bing' of the lift announces its arrival and walking across the space between us Tommaso smiles widely in greeting.
Stepping to the table he places another bottle of wine down with two fresh glasses. Smiling he tells us the terrace is now closed for the night as, after midnight, it requires his keycode for access it. It seems we can go down to our room whenever we wish but we will not be able to come back up until it opens again in the morning.
"So we have our own private terrace tonight?" I ask.
"You do sir... and madame, please enjoy the terrace again for as long as you wish," he says with a huge smile looking straight at Cathy. And we know. Cathy breathes in a question before saying,
"Since the terrace is closed would you share a glass with us, if you're not too busy?"
An innocent question I know but loaded with meaning as he looks at me asking his own unspoken question. I smile and indicate he should pull a chair up. I know, at best, she's only ever going to give him a hand job or a blow job anyway, even if things do develop, which is never certain.
"I would madame, very much, like to share a drink with you. In the foyer there's a call button should I be needed, but that is unlikely."
"So" she asks, "There are cameras all over the building?"
"There are indeed madame and they record on a continuous loop, for which, tonight, I am grateful."
Laughing, "How grateful?" I ask.
"I am extremely grateful as the footage from earlier was wonderful," he says looking from me to Cathy and then to her legs. Pulling up a chair from another table he sits between us to fill our glasses while pouring one for himself as he now openly gazes at her.
The balmy summertime passes as we talk in the way of people chance meeting, of family, of work, of love and loss, and cars and countries and he's absolutely lovely. I like him as one of those people you meet and instinctively take to as he talks about his university PhD studies in Art and Literature, of university and campus life, of this job he needs to pay his bills.
Listening, Cathy's third large wine soon disappears leaving her glass empty and the effects are cumulative as she becomes a little more careless with her legs. Whether deliberate or alcohol fuelled is unclear, either way it doesn't really matter.
I do smile though as she starts to openly flirt with him in the fourth glass to the point he starts to respond to each cross of a leg, probably giving him a progressively better view. He's lovely with it however, and not crude at all, and his niceness is complete with compliments and humour as he goes to get a further bottle of wine as three large glasses soon leave the current one empty.
No sooner is he in the lift than she looks around the soft lit terrace saying, "God this is so lovely...and I like him a lot, he's young though?"
Smiling at her I say "I know love."
"I really like him," she goes on unnecessarily.
"I know that as well love," I reply.
"I know he likes me as well," she says "he's getting hard sometimes."
"I know that as well."
In many ways she's now asking 'our' permission and it's 'our' code to check. Looking at her I reply
"But I like him as well, and he seems a lovely young man."
She nods and smiles in anticipation, and I see her breath just a little heavier in anticipation.
The bing of the lift signals Tomasso's eventual return and he crosses the space as she smiles widely at him before we both see the bulge in his trousers. Unmistakable and obvious he makes no effort to hide it.
Noticing it I do wonder if he's played with himself in the lift to make it even more apparent as it does seem more than just a vague casual stiffness.
Uncorking the bottle he fills my glass (to taste) as Cathy's eyes flick to his crutch while he tells us all is quiet downstairs and should he be needed his pager, which he places on the table, will beep to let him know. Again, he confirms how it seldom if ever beeps anyway as he moves to fill Cathy's glass after I wave the wine is fine.
Standing close to her he fills the glass slowly and she doesn't waste any time as the wine makes her forward as a hand slides up his leg. He stops pouring as her fingers linger on his hip before he slowly and deliberately turns to face her to continue filling her glass. Her fingers reach his growing erection.
Touching, she traces back and forth several times before she stands to kiss him taking the bottle from his hand and placing it on the table. Locking lips, they kiss each other as she rubs the palm of her hand against his shaft. After some serious heated licking of lips, he moves her backwards to sit down.
Moving behind her in the chair his hands lightly glide over her shoulders, sliding up the side of her face to her ears, circling them, before moving back down her neck and across her shoulders again. Returning to her neck he leans down to kiss ears, down onto her neck, before kissing along her shoulders, gently biting on them before licking to the straps of her dress. His fingers slowly move the straps sideways as he bites gently on her while sliding both straps off her shoulders.
She shivers slightly as his fingertips move across her bare shoulders, slipping over them, circling to caress up her neck, stroking her throat, before they separate to continue their journey down to her breasts. Cupping each one through the material he looks at me as he squeezes them. She muffles a moan, and I see her leg's part further as she slides down the chair.
He looks downwards at the movement and then up to watch me following his hands moving down across her breasts and stomach to the dress causing her legs to part a little further. He reaches for the hem, sliding it upwards to show stocking tops. Lifting it higher he strokes the bare flesh above them and her legs ease open further in anticipation of his fingers sliding between them. I can clearly see her moistness through the silk with the dress so high and I know she's warming to events.
She sighs as his fingers move back up her body to find the edge of the fabric covering her breasts and his hands slip inside to cup her bareness. Feeling her nipples, her eyes close letting her head fall backwards as she sighs. His fingers trace patterns on her skin beneath the fabric, still watching my face as he slowly eases the material down to leave her bare -- a soft moan parts her lips as her head falls further back and he leans down to kiss her parted lips, licking them as her tongue eagerly answers.
Her nipples are rigid, and his fingers tease them, circling, tweaking, circling. Her legs part further, and the shape of the lips are plain to me beneath the skirt from where I sit watching them. Licking her lips, he starts to kiss down her throat while reaching forward for her breasts, cupping them, licking into the cleavage his hands create.
Sliding his tongue across them he finds a nipple, mouthing and flicking his tongue against it as he watches me. Openly licking it, he sucks on it deeply as deep sighs now escape her lips. Moving sideways he does the same to the other and louder moans escape her as he still watches my face while sucking and nibbling on her. His gaze lowers to see my own visible erection and he smiles.
His own shaft is plainly visible stretched within the confines of his trousers as he rubs himself against her back and shoulders causing her to reach behind to find his length above her head as he straightens up. Tracing his shape with her fingers, she reaches for buttons, releasing them the whiteness of his shorts shows his own wetness. Her fingers trace each patch before easing the shorts down allowing him to slide over her shoulder. A thick bulbous sheathed head strains forward under a generous loosely folded foreskin, already parting from the stretching pressure.
Her right hand reaches for it and squeezes, causing an ooze to slip down onto her neck as she starts to slowly work its length. His hands continue to massage her breasts as he starts to respond to her slow and steady masturbation of his shaft with slow hip movements. I watch fascinated as dribbles slide down onto her breast, joined by others, slowly stringing their way down from her hand milking his shaft.
She presses a finger against the wet end of his shaft, spreading the juice liberally seeping from him. Circling the opening slowly, lubricating her finger, she inserts it under the hood and starts to circle the rapidly swelling glans.
Words sigh out of his mouth.
"Ahhh English lady you play the cock beautifully, so erotic and sensual, i think you're an artist about to bloom for me."
By now my own shaft is rigid watching her work him and nearly I cum as she turns her head sideways to lick underneath his length as he pushes further forward over her, his balls resting on her bare shoulder. Slowly, sensually, erotically, her finger continues to circle inside him while licking up and down underneath of his shaft.
Reaching the tip, she lingers on the wetness with her tongue as she licks around her own finger rotating under his foreskin.
Looking down he sighs.
"il glande del mio pene si strugge per te, la mia cappella si gonfia per te."
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"English," she says, looking up.
He groans trying to think and translate as her finger circles beneath his skin.
"The glans of my cock ache for you, my cappella swells for you in hardness."
"Cappella? She asks, circling her finger quicker.
"Cappella, cappella... the glans of the shaft head."
Cathy pulls him round by his hardness to stand beside her as her head comes up slowly, deliberately, as her moist finger slides out from under his foreskin to press her lips against the sheath. Her hands slide up to his waistband, hooking her fingers into it to ease his trousers and shorts down his legs.
