The Venetian Connection
After leaving the Orient Express at Venice station, I caught a private water taxi to Rio San Moisè and I checked into my hotel.
My room was elegantly furnished with antique wooden chairs and a long couch. The bed was huge and had a pile of no less than six pillows resting at the head. The headboard was an immense piece of upholstered wood. The room had a high ceiling and tall windows, with long, thick drapes.
I paid a tip to the bellhop and when he closed the door, I ran across the room and leapt, like giddy schoolgirl, onto the bed. The soft mattress broke my fall and my bouncing caused the pillows to fall over, some spilling onto the floor.
As I lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, I suddenly realised that I was very tired. I hadn't had much sleep after being severely fucked by Henry Okumba, the one night stand I'd taken during my overnight journey on the train. As I lay there, recalling that memorable and exhausting night, I was aware that my hand was down the front and inside my trousers. My fingers were stroking my pussy through the soft material of my satin panties.
I climbed off the bed and stood up. I decided that I needed a short nap, if I had any chance of making it through my first night in town. I undid my jacket and blouse, pulling them off together and laying them over a chair, in front of the dressing table. I unclasped and removed my bra, tossing it over the same chair. I climbed back into the bed and pushed the huge duvet to one side. Lying on my back, I parted my legs and bent them, drawing my feet towards my bottom. My hand found my panty covered pussy and this time I stroked the length of my juicing slit through the soft material. It wasn't long before my juices began to soak the gusset. I pulled my panties to one side and slid a finger into my slippery cunt. I was drenched.
I pulled off my panties and threw them onto the floor. I climbed off the bed again and walked to where I'd left my luggage. In a small zipped bag, I pulled out my trusty Rabbit vibrator
As I walked back to the bed, which was situated near the window, I noticed a face at the window of a room in the building opposite. The person was half hidden behind the drapes.
I decided to be naughty.
I resumed my prior position on the mattress and switched on the vibrator. I ran my power tool over my breasts, until my nipples were hard and erect. Slowly I moved the Rabbit down toward my soaking vagina, whilst squeezing and tweaking my berry-like nipples. I was well aware that I was being watched, so I thought I would give a show to whoever was watching me. A show they would never forget.
I used my fingers to pry open my labia and slid the vibrator into my soaking hole. I closed my eyes and reminisced about the previous night's events.
The handsome, young, South African ex-stockbroker, Henry Okumba had fucked me with the biggest and thickest cock of any man I'd known. Edward, the musician, I'd had affair with before, had a large cock, but Henry made him appear average by comparison. Even when Henry filled my pussy to stretching point with his immense piece of meat, he still had about two inches left over.
And his balls...Oh those lovely, chocolate brown eggs that swung back and forth, slapping my clit with each stroke of his delicious cock.
It wasn't long before my orgasm took hold. I turned onto my stomach and pushed my bottom into the air, feeling sure that my voyeur could see me. I rammed my Rabbit into my drenched cunt and frantically moved it in and out of my vagina, spraying pussy juice across the bottom sheet.
I had just enough energy left for a finale.
I pulled the vibrator out of my pussy and aimed at my anus. Slowly I pushed it past my sphincter and into my ass. I turned the vibrations to high and held it in place using my rectal muscles. I rubbed my clit hard and fast and quickly brought myself to another earth moving orgasm.
After cooling down from my sexual exertions, I placed the vibrator on my night stand, got up from the bed and padded, naked to the window.
I was pleased to see my voyeur was still there, watching me from the window of what seemed to be an apartment. By way of acknowledging her presence and thanking her as an audience, I made a small bow, before closing the drapes.
I climbed back onto the bed, pulled the duvet over me and fell asleep almost instantly.
When I awoke again, the sun was going down. I had slept for around seven hours. I lay there yawning and stretching, trying to wake up and work out what I should do. I felt refreshed after such a deep sleep and ready to face the evening.
I climbed out from under the duvet and padded over to the window. Peering through a crack in the drapes, I noticed the apartment, from where my voyeur had watched me earlier, had it's drapes pulled shut.
I was hungry. So I decided to figure out what to wear and then shower. I slung my suitcase onto the bed unzipped it. I chose a cream white silk blouse, a black leather mini skirt, stay-up stockings, black lacy panties, bra and black stilettos. Over the blouse, I was going to wear a short, black, tailored blazer.
I showered and dressed, choosing to tie my hair in a pony tail, with a scrunchy.
I dined at a cosy restaurant, that I found not far from the hotel. After paying the bill, I made my way to club that had been recommended to me by the hotel's concierge.
"Il nuovo nero" or The New Black, was a very hot music joint and the kind of place, where, it seemed, less meant more. The less you wore, the more attention you received. My black leather skirt appeared to be on right side of short, although some of the younger women wore skirts so short, they might as well have been wearing skirts at all. Some wore panties underneath, some wore thongs and some appeared to be wearing nothing under their skirts.
I felt the gusset of my panties dampen at the thought of what the night could bring.
I decided to sit at the bar and order a melon mojito.
As I sipped my drink, I observed the room.
On the crowded dance floor, the people seemed to move in an undulating mass to hypnotic rhythm of the music.
Every so often, the colourful flashing lights would be extinguished and be replaced by ultra bright strobe lights. Creating a zoetropic effect, the people on the dance floor seemed to move in an animated way.
Tables and chairs surrounded the dance floor and around the room, tables and seats were arranged in booths. In the stygian gloom of club, couples were kissing, necking and fondling each other. I even noticed one girl masturbating her boyfriend under one of the tables.
"Not what you expect to see in a night club, is it?" said a female voice, from behind me.
I had been so engrossed, observing the actions of others, that I didn't realise I had been observed myself.
I turned in my seat to see a woman standing behind me. If I had to guess, I would have said she was in her late twenties. I found out later that she was forty-two. I took a moment to take her in. Her long hair was as black as night and framed her face, that appeared to be covered in so much make-up that her skin appeared flawless. Dark mascara framed dark eyes. Ruby red lipstick adorned her full lips and small silver ring pierced the septum of her nose. Her faded jeans were skin tight, as was her white t-shirt. It was fairly obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra because her nipples and nipple rings were clearly visible against the tight material.
She introduced herself as Maria and asked me if I would like to join her and her friend for a drink, in their booth.
I found myself agreeing and followed her, noticing how her jeans showed off her very pert, but shapely ass.
As we reached the table and booth, Maria's very good looking friend rose from the table and extended his hand. He was tall and quite muscular. His dark hair was cut short and styled with some sort of mousse or gel product. The beard stubble on his face was fashionably shaved and shaped. He wore a freshly pressed, white, collared shirt and dark slacks. As he took my hand and leaned into me to give me the customary peck on both cheeks, a waft of expensive cologne assailed my nostrils.
He introduced himself as Gianni.
