Chapter 3
As the sun began to wander down above San Casciano dei Bagni, the siblings, Alberto and Isabella had managed to run all of their errands, and in Isabella's case, also a very exciting visit to Florianas.
"I think that was all of it." Alberto went over the list of things to do in town.
"There's almost no room for me up front." The wooden cargo bed on the front of the bicycle was practically full of packages and bags.
"Isabella... Isabella..." Down the street, a panting Ferdinando waved whilst he jogged towards Isabella and Alberto. In his other hand, he held a wrapped box from the bakery.
"Ciao Isabella... ciao Alberto..." The slightly overweight Ferdinando took a few breaths. Though he, of course, said hello to both Isabella and Alberto, his eyes were mostly on Isabella.
"Ciao Ferdinando." Isabella smiled tenderly. Since that day in the barn, she had thought more and more about him. He had even made appearances in her late-night fantasies. She would lay in bed, sensually rubbing her wet pussy with thoughts of having a big black man on top of her. Ferdinando would be there, naked in a chair with his big belly hanging out. Spurts of cum would shoot out of his meager penis while he watched her in bed with the handsome black man. It was such an arousing and romantic fantasy.
"Ehm..." Ferdinando who had always been so confident around Isabella before had suddenly become much shyer. Before the barn, he hadn't believed that he had a chance with Isabella, which is probably why he had put up a confident front. But now, after the amazing moment in the barn, he truly hoped that he had a shot with the girl he was so in love with.
"I... baked this for you." Ferdinando nervously handed Isabella the wrapped box. Not only had he baked a delicious cake, but he had written something on it with red strawberry icing.
"Oh, Grazie, Ferdinando." Isabella leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. She even surprised herself a little by the tender act.
Ferdinando gulped. Isabella had never really done that before.
"Grazie..." Ferdinando was so taken by the kiss that he awkwardly thanked her.
"Hehe." Isabella giggled a little whilst she began to open the box to take a peek.
"Erm... You should... probably wait until you get home, it's... pretty delicate." Ferdinando felt his heart start to race when Isabella began to open the box.
"Oh, okay." It wasn't the first time Isabella had gotten something delicious from Ferdinando, so she was kind of curious about what it was, but at the same time, she didn't want to accidentally ruin it if it was delicate.
"Well... I have to be going... Ciao." Ferdinando waved and hurried away. He was so nervous about what he had written on the cake.
"Kissing huh." Alberto jokingly teased his sister. He hadn't seen her so affectionate around Ferdinando before.
"Well..." For once Isabella blushed, and couldn't come up with a witty comeback.
"We should probably get going before it gets dark." Alberto didn't want to embarrass his sister, though he did chuckle a little.
After rearranging some packages and holding onto some, along with her cake, Isabella was able to sit down on the wooden bed on the front of the bicycle.
While the siblings headed out of town, close to the center, Giovanni and Daniella were closing up their respective stores.
Having locked up, the two said hello as they awkwardly passed each other on the street. Both of them wished that the other would say something. Unexpectedly, even for Giovanni, he blurted out.
"Erm... Signora Mancini." He said politely, but nervously.
"Si?" Daniella replied with such surprise and anticipation. She had imagined this moment so many times.
"Erm... I made this rather large casserole yesterday, for my parents. They were supposed to come over, but Papá called and apologized that they couldn't make it. Mia Mamma had bumped into Signore Fallaci earlier, and he had invited them over." Giovanni explained.
Signore Fallaci was a good-looking black man in his late fifties. He had just moved back to San Casciano dei Bagni after having spent almost two decades in Rome, where he had been a university professor in ancient literature.
"Oh," Daniella smiled to herself when Giovanni mentioned Signore Fallaci. She knew that his mother would have had a great time. That wasn't the only reason she smiled. Signore Fallaci had come over to her table when she had lunch at Cancio a week ago. It hadn't taken her long, after their short and charming conversation, to enjoy the pleasure of unzipping his pants and taking him into her mouth. She remembered the envious glances from the other women, who were having lunch when she began to suck his lengthy black cock. And the impressive cum load he had shot in her mouth had indeed been a pleasure to swallow.
"And... well... I was wondering... would you... maybe... be interested in having some... casserole with me?" Giovanni asked, more nervous than ever before.
Daniella was about to burst out in a yes but managed to take a moment to calm herself down a little.
"I would really like that, Giovanni." She smiled happily.
"Oh, you would? There was no hiding the joy in Giovanni's eyes when he looked at Daniella.
"Of course, I would, Giovanni." Daniella decided to take a bold step as well after Giovanni had asked her to have dinner with him. So with a tender, yet confident glance, she took Giovanni's hand.
"Oh, ehm..." Giovanni gulped when he felt her fingers gently wrap around his.
Hand in hand, with hints of blushing smiles, Giovanni and Danielle walked down the street.
Over on the road between the town of San Casciano dei Bagni and the Martaci Vineyard, Alberto and Isabella passed a young blonde couple traveling in their direction. It wasn't hard to tell that they were backpackers. Both wore rucksacks on their backs, and the man, who was slightly taller than the woman, was taking a photograph of her with the colorful landscape as the background.
"Buona sera... Buona sera." Both of the siblings said a quick hello as they peddled by.
"Buona sera." The man and woman waved and replied, both in broken Italian. They were both from Norway, here on their honeymoon. The woman, dressed in a white T-shirt and beige khaki shorts, had two flowing braids in her bright blonde hair that rested down the front of her shoulders. The man, with short ruffled hair, had on a sky blue shirt and greyish khaki shorts.
"Should I pose again?" Silje asked her husband Kristian in their native tongue of Norwegian, wondering if he had gotten the picture of the beautiful view.
"Well, I wouldn't mind getting another." Kristian smiled widely. He loved taking photographs of Silje, and since there was still some daylight, he knew that he could get some good ones. And for Kristian, a good photograph wasn't something that could be rushed, it was art. He was a professional photographer after all.
