Out of the Ashes.
Evelyn Williams stood naked in front of the full-length mirror and looked critically at the image in front of her. Slim, shoulder length blonde hair with long limbs and pert breasts. At thirty-seven she was considered very attractive and along with her husband, had kept herself very fit with competitive swimming and running. Yes, she thought, very desirable and ready for a lover to use her willing body. But there was a horrid catch.
A year ago, her husband Mike, had been killed in a road traffic accident while riding his bike. The road had been in a deplorable condition and had contributed in no little way to the accident. She worked for an international business based in the South of England and the company legal department had made sure that money would not be a problem for her as she re-built her life. In addition, she and Mike were both in well paid jobs and with the insurance paying up, she was secure. She had thrown herself into work to get over the tragedy and now she needed the break. Work had agreed to let her go and hadn't fixed a time as long as she stayed in contact. Her boss at work had suggested Malta to her as a good place to escape and the hotel he recommended appeared to be very good.
Her trip to Malta was a clear attempt to get on with her life without her husband. She knew that travelling alone might bring risks, but the island was known for its low crime rate and the promise of sun, good food and maybe some convivial company, had led to her making the break from working so hard. She was looking forward to a few weeks relaxation and maybe to having sex again, she was ready.
The taxi ride from the airport had been uneventful, the island was sporting new construction sites and the driver talked about the changes, some good, some bad in his opinion.
He dropped Evelyn off at the hotel and immediately the staff came to welcome her and whisked away her case into reception. A glass of champagne and the pleasant reception staff gave her a nice welcome as she waited for another guest to clear from the desk in front of her. Glancing around, she was pleased to see the easy, comfortable décor with nice seating and a selection of international newspapers provided.
Her attention was drawn to a man who was sat reading a paper. Casually well dressed, with the rugged good looks of either a Maltese, or Italian in his early forties, he smiled as he noticed her looking at him. Evelyn flushed and quickly looked away. Her embarrassment clearly making her uncomfortable, but she smiled inwardly. At least she had made him notice her.
She was saved from further embarrassment by the reception staff attracting her attention and going through the process of check in. Her case had already disappeared in one of the lifts and she was escorted to her room by a pleasant young man from the team. Her case was already in the room when they arrived, and she noticed the young man look back at her with some appreciation as he left.
Still naked, she spent some time looking out on the balcony over the old city of Valletta and letting the sun warm her taut body and wondered if anyone in the nearby buildings had noticed her nakedness, before deciding that she would go down to the hotel bar for a cocktail or two, before dinner.
She chose a dark blue dress that hugged her upper body and then flared from her slim hips. The dress finished at knee level to show off her long legs nicely. Due to the neat fit, she went without a bra and the outfit was finished with holdup stockings and three-inch heeled shoes. Looking again in the mirror, she was satisfied with the outfit, a nice gold chain and pendant giving it some sparkle as it caught the light.
Satisfied, Evelyn made her way down to the hotel bar. She ordered herself a martini and moved into a luxurious chair next to the windows, where she could look out onto Valletta and the bustling boat traffic. It was early in the evening, and the sun was still high giving her a wonderful view. The strains of the trip and her awful year seemed to slip from her mind.
Her thoughts were broken when the man from the reception area walked steadily toward her smiling.
"Mrs Williams? Welcome to Malta, but have we not met?" He asked, still smiling.
Evelyn looked up at him taking in his clearly casual well-groomed Italian looks.
"I doubt it," she replied casually, looking him in the eye, "Not exactly a novel chat up line, Mr?"
"Ah, I see, I am Luca Scalici." He smiled disarmingly. "No, truthfully, I am sure I saw you a few years ago at a business presentation in London. And only a few months ago in Bournemouth?"
Evelyn paused, "You could be right," She replied guardedly. "I do attend several conventions each year."
She was becoming less reserved at his manner, and when he asked if she minded him joining her, Evelyn agreed. He looked back over his shoulder to the bar and very quickly the waiter arrived with two drinks.
"Manhattan, as always, Signore Scalici and a Martini for the lady." He said, setting them down on the low table.
Evelyn, looked at him inquisitively, smiled and said, "Come here often? He knows your drink."
He laughed, "Ha! now who has the chat up lines Mrs Williams! "Please, call me Luca."
"Thank you then, Luca Scalici, you may call me Evelyn." She replied smiling.
And with that, the guarded atmosphere was broken between them.
They continued to chat until Evelyn indicated that she had a dinner reservation for seven in the hotel restaurant, he nodded and asked if he could have the pleasure of accompanying her.
"It would be a pleasure, but will it not cause a problem with the bookings, I understand that the restaurant is fully booked tonight?" She replied.
"Don't worry, as a resident you have always a table, but I will still have a word." He smiled and going to the bar spoke to the waiter.
Returning to her, he smiled again and taking her hand said, "Let's go and eat, you must be hungry."
Dinner was exquisite, Luca kept her entertained with tales of his homeland, Sicily, and insisted that she tried the Etna Rosso 2018 wine which the hotel imported from Palermo. She agreed that it was well worth importing and by the end of the meal the bottle was empty. They retired back to the hotel bar with Luca taking her arm.
Arriving at the bar, she noticed that their drinks were already on the same table for them. Sitting down on the double couch, she expected him to join her but was slightly surprised when he sat opposite on a low chair.
Luca continued to entertain her while at the same time probing to see if they had indeed crossed paths before. As the second tray of drinks arrived, she hadn't noticed him ordering it, he looked up and said,
"Yes, got it, you work for Tarrant & York doing excellent features, I know your CEO!"
Evelyn sat surprised, but didn't think to ask him more, the Etna and martinis were starting to have an effect on her and she needed to say goodnight soon and get to bed, unsure in who's, it didn't matter. She suspected that Signore Luca Scalici was clearly trying to get her to bed, and she did not find it a disagreeable idea. A year without sex had taken its toll on her and she found herself in need.
"I need to go to bed soon," she said in an inviting voice.
"Of course," He replied, "but before you do, I would like to invite you to a bit of a bar party we are having at the marina tomorrow afternoon. I would love you to come. Say meet in reception about one?"
"How can I refuse such a nice offer, Yes, delighted too." She answered.
"Good, now let me escort you to your room," and with that Luca took her arm again and guided her, rather unsteadily, to her room, making sure she had successfully got in before kissing her hand and wishing her goodnight.
Evelyn sat on the balcony looking out onto Valletta's night lights, confused. She had just had a memorable evening in the company of a charming man who, less than an hour ago, she was sure she would be in bed with. She had made it clear that she was available, but he had not taken the opportunity. With a last look at the view, she stripped off her clothes and climbed into the large bed, alone.
The next morning she managed to make it to breakfast just before they closed and as she past reception on her way back, she was called by the concierge and handed a note. Pausing to read, it she saw it was from Luca thanking her for a wonderful evening and hoping she was well this morning. "See you at one?" was written in big letters. She smiled; her spirits lifted. Maybe he did want her after all.
Buoyed, she went back to her room and in a moment of devilment, decided to shave the soft blonde hairs from her pussy leaving it soft and naked in the hope that Luca would like it. She was sure she would let him fuck her today.
Evelyn made every effort to look casual but desirable for the afternoon party. She wore a strappy summer dress which finished just above her knees and showed off a decent amount of her long legs without being too revealing. High heeled sandals finished off the look. The dress supported her bust well and so a bra was not necessary. Due to the heat she had decided on a small thong, after all, the hem of the dress was low enough, had she been ten years younger, she would have forgone the thong...
As one o' clock struck down in the reception, she cleared the lift and walked toward Luca sitting in the large chair as he had been the day before. He smiled and stood up; Evelyn kissed him lightly on the lips. A shot of electricity ran through her body as she kissed him, and he looked surprised for a moment before welcoming her. She could not stop her nipples hardening as they kissed and her freshly shaved pussy tingled in anticipation.
"You look enchanting my dear, ready?" He said.
"Yes, very ready," she replied with a soft, enticing smile.
