Every person in this story is over 18.
My husband and I were off on our European vacation. We had known each other since we were children. First stop was Germany and then on to Italy. I had traveled to Italy when I was twenty on a trip with my university in the summer. I had a boyfriend at home and was traveling with a girlfriend. I have always wanted to return.
I made the mistake, or maybe not, of telling my husband about something that happened in Italy. My girlfriend and I toured The Vatican and while there we were chatted up by two Papal Guards. They didn't speak very good English, and we didn't speak very good Italian. We spoke French, so that was our language. We all knew enough that they wanted to take us out and my girlfriend and I were attracted to them, so even though we both had boyfriends at home, we agreed. One only lives once, and they were hot.
I was innocent. My boyfriend and I had been together since we were fourteen and I had just lost my virginity to him a few months prior. So, this was a little out of character for me. Did I mention the guards were hot? My girlfriend and I were attracted to opposite ones, so there was no debating who we wanted to pair up with. I was excited when the one I was attracted to made it clear he was into me. The four of us headed off to a sidewalk café to have drinks and try to get to know each other a little better. Speaking French made it even more romantic. We all smiled a lot and laughed as we sipped our wine. My guy's name was Salvatore, and he ordered it for me. Pinot Grigio has been my favorite since then.
A lot of communication was done with our eyes, nonverbal and an occasional touch of the hand on an arm. Salvatore's French wasn't the best, but I liked the way he communicated! The afternoon turned into evening, and we continued to talk and laugh. Salvatore was about six feet and 200lbs. He had dark hair and eyes and just the right amount of razor stubble. I was instantly attracted to him. I had long, golden hair with smokey gray eyes. I am 5'3 and weigh 100lbs. I was a gymnast, and I looked the part. I had very firm B-cup breast and a very sexy ass. My sorority sisters gushed about my beauty which always embarrassed me. Several men told me the same thing, including two professors. I always enjoyed German and Sociology.
I looked over at my roommate and she was not paying any attention to me. She was thrusting her tongue into her guy's mouth as the sun started setting. I wondered when Salvatore would make his move. I hoped it would be soon. I didn't have long to wait. He leaned over and asked me if I wanted more wine. Instead of waiting for my response, he used the proximity to place his lips on my ear and began to lightly bite it and then ran his tongue over it. His hot breath had its desired effect. I pulled back and turned toward him, and our lips met. I had waited all day for this moment. Our lips touching made me want more. As our lips parted, our tongues met in slow caress. I don't know how long this lasted. We would break our kiss and pull back to look into each other's eyes, then we would return to our tongues probing a little more passionately than before.
Finally, Salvatore asked if I would like to take a walk together. I didn't know if he was taking me to his home or if we were going for a walk. I told him I would like that. We paid the check then left hand in hand. I wasn't sure where my girlfriend was. I thought if we got separated, eventually we would meet back at our hotel. Salvatore and I walked into a park, and it kept getting more secluded until we were all alone and would not be interrupted. He turned me to him and once more we were stroking each other's tongues passionately. Our arms were wrapped around each other, and we were holding each other and running our hands all over. I was running my hands and finger in his hair and on his neck. He was not confining his hands to my neck and hair. He was exploring a little lower.
We found ourselves lying on the ground in a bed of leaves and pine needles. The kissing became more passionate and the groping bolder. I had felt his cock pressing against me when we were embracing while standing and he had it pressed into my stomach while he lay over me kissing. I had some decisions to make and not a lot of time to make them. I felt Salvatore's hand move up under my shirt and bra and begin to gently squeeze my breast. He began to roll my nipple between his finger and thumb. My nipple ached and wanted more. I want to touch his cock and feel it in my hands. I wanted to taste it and feel his head in my mouth, and I wanted to lick his shaft. I began to rub it through his pants. Suddenly, I remembered my boyfriend at home and decided to stop this. I stopped Salvatore and said I couldn't do this here. I think he thought I wanted to go back to his place. I wanted to fuck him there but knew I couldn't. We left and returned to the little sidewalk cafe to look for my girlfriend. When she returned, we made plans for the next afternoon and said our goodbyes. Salvatore kissed me long and slowly. I almost changed my mind.
My girlfriend and I rode back to the hotel in silence trying to make sense of all that had happened. As we lay in bed, we started to ask each other questions about what happened. It turned out she didn't have the self-control I did. She had fucked her man in a separate part of the park. When I told her where I put a stop to it, she was surprised. She told me that she had watched me kiss Salvatore at the café, and the way I was kissing him, she thought for sure I was going to fuck him. She said she got really turned on watching me.
We met the guys for two more nights, but I never left the café with Salvatore again. We kissed passionately at the table and as we walked along the sidewalks, but I knew if we returned to the park or his place, I wouldn't be able to stop it again. We said our goodbyes and exchanged addresses, and we flew back home. I regretted not fucking him. When I returned to my university, for different reasons, I broke up with my boyfriend. Then I really regretted not fucking Salvatore. We exchanged letters, but his were written in Italian so I couldn't read them and had to go to the language department and have them translated. They were too explicit, so that didn't work. To this day, I wish I would have fucked him and sucked his cock.