"Hannah Milano? What a nice surprise!"
Oh Hannah, dear Hannah, how I miss your presence. There are people who move away, and you never hear from them again. I was going to a Sex Shop, since at night I would meet Karen in her apartment, we would eat some pizza, and I needed toys to make the evenings more cozy. Walking across a local square, who should I cross paths with but my ex-girlfriend Hannah, who I had not seen since I was twenty-two.
She had finished her architecture degree abroad, in Italy to be exact, and decided to stay. She is of Italian descent, and has family in those parts, so when she got a scholarship her choice was obvious. We wound down the relationship and the time finished the job, till eventually I lost contact with her. I recognized her clearly now because of her beautiful, curly reddish hair, and the tattoo on the inside of her forearm that states:
"My mind is mine", in thick cursive letters, painted blood red with a thin outline in blue. We sat down and after dispensing with the usual questions, I inquired about her visit here. Her accent was touched by her stay in Italy.
"Well ... I've not seen my parents for a long time. I only plan to stay a few days, within a week I plan to travel to other cities and if possible to the coast. Take advantage of sunny days and swimming all day. "
"You like the beach a lot."
"You know very well that it's my favorite place, I love the sea, the sand. It's an effervescent mixture."
"I prefer the mountains, but I can not deny that the beach is the best place for a hot girl."
"What do you mean?" She said, putting on a mischievous smile.
"You're a hot girl, Hannah." I said looking her deeply in the eyes.
"I'm a hot girl ... I'm a hot ... I'm a... I'm..."
She uttered it monotonously, then whispered it, and finally fell silent. She stood up, unbuttoned her shirt, took off her pants and the rest of the clothes, leaving only an embroidered bracelet on her right hand and earrings. She sat down again, I noticed a new tattoo on the side of her abdomen, a simple drawing of a flower, the stem tracing along her hip. She crossed her legs, pointing her bare foot towards me.
"Ehmn ... What were we talking about? ... I got distracted and lost the thread of the conversation. I'm sorry, still feeling the effects of jet lag."
"I was telling you I prefer the mountains."
"The mountains are very dirty, you have to deal with mud, bugs, scrapes. I don't think I'll ever be able to understand it."
"It's very subjective, if you could see through my eyes you'd realize that trekking across the mountain can be very sensual ... I mean exciting."
Her tits were hypnotizing me, I took them in my hands, she did not feel anything strange with me touching them, or when I massaged her thighs. Feeling her skin brought back so many good memories.
"Hey! My eyes are up here."
"I'm sorry." I did not let go of her breasts, but did look at her properly, in the eyes. I can be accused of many things, but a lack of refinement is not one of them.
"You haven't changed at all."
"You have changed a lot. You've matured now and are even more beautiful. I won't praise you any more or you could marry an astronaut. And tickets to space are expensive these days."
"You're so silly, ######, always with the bad jokes. That's why I left you." Auch.
"You were my best bad joke."
