Since English is not my native language, I ask for a little understanding if not every expression or punctuation mark is correct.
Again, a big thank you to Kenjisato for his fine and very helpful editing.
Beforehand! This is pure fantasy. In real life, I abhor any coercion.
However, I believe that many women would like to be taken by a man just like that, without being asked; that they have a certain 'rape fantasy'. They wouldn't have to make a decision; they 'couldn't help it'. They would have a great sex adventure, but their 'virtue' would ultimately remain intact.
Maybe that's the case, maybe not. I am looking forward to comments and opinions, especially from the female readership, on this fantasy story.
Here's the story.
I, Paul, have a dilemma now. Not an earth-shattering one, it's not about the downfall of the West, but it still bothers me.
What is it all about?
So, here's what happened...
Enrico is my favorite Italian. I've known him for more than seventeen years now. I have faithfully accompanied him through four restaurants, that he has run during this time.
For about a year and a half now, he has been the owner of the 'Ristorante Trinacra' in a suburb of the neighboring town, together with Renata, his Sicilian partner. Although it is a relatively long ride, I am his guest regularly, about twice a week. Because it's worth it. Enrico is a fabulous cook and a generous host, with his sometimes-somewhat-austere charm, his coarse humor, and his horrible German (although he has been living in Germany for almost thirty years now) makes you feel almost at home, in his restaurant among friends.
We have gradually become a kind of friends, especially since Enrico is a confessing smoker like me, and when we stand smoking together in front of the door, we often talk about Juventus Torino, his favorite soccer club and Borussia Dortmund, his second-favorite club, but otherwise, of course, also about God and the world.
He has a special soft spot for my girlfriend Lucie (usually called Lulu), with whom I have had a kind-of-weekend marriage for thirteen years, and now with whom I often visit the Trinacra. Anyone who knows Lucie can understand this well.
(I've introduced her extensively in previous Lucie/Lulu stories, so just very briefly: early 40s, medium height, long auburn hair, a pleasant face and a very charming figure. If you are particularly curious, you can also take a look at pictures of her in the German Literotica discussion forum / amateur photos / posted by pluse.)
More than once, the little newt Enrico has raved to me about her great figure (bella linea), but especially about her wonderful ass (fantastico culo). When we stood together again on a beautiful evening, this was once again his topic of discussion.
I don't know what devil rode me back then, probably one glass of Vino Rosso too many, but I told him on a wilful whim, that if it was warm enough, Lulu, when she was wearing a skirt or dress, she wouldn't bother with underwear, going commando as they say. She enjoyed the freedom between her legs, the breath of fresh air that brought life and a little passion with it.
Enrico swallowed. He was speechless, but his eyes sparkled.
From that day on, he eyed Lulu even more intensely and when he hugged her in greeting, usually a little longer than politeness requires, his hand sometimes slid over her buttocks quite 'accidentally'. Lulu didn't notice, or maybe didn't want to notice. In any case, Enrico was quite turned on.
At the Trinacra, Enrico employs almost exclusively Sicilians, preferably relatives or acquaintances from his old hometown. This is also the case with Marco, one of Renata's brothers, who often stands behind the bar in the evenings, and takes care of the drinks.
Renata is relatively small, she has a beautiful, almost doll-like face, long black hair and a pronounced Rubenesque figure. Her brother is a good head taller than her, is about five years younger than her in his early thirties and, unlike her, has a slim, athletic figure. He has a well-modeled, rather dark face, wears a three-day beard (black as his hair), a black stone in one ear (no idea which variety), and moves with a natural smoothness. In short, he is an immensely masculine, attractive guy. The ladies like him.
But, of course, he knows that and so it's no wonder that he likes to behave macho like. Of course, Lulu also thinks he's sexy.
At some point, Enrico must have revealed the secret of Lulu's 'pantylessness' to Marco. Because more and more often, when he brought drinks to our table, he looked deep into her eyes, probably with rather unambiguous thoughts. And, it must be said, it was not uncommon for her to look back, just as deeply.
A few days ago, it was pleasant warm weather again, Lulu and I sat outside in front of the Trinacra and let the beautiful evening slowly fade away with a digestif. She wore only an airy, short summer dress and high-heeled strappy shoes. In any case, it was warm enough for their 'fashion'. It had become quite late, and we were, as often, almost the last guests. She had flirted extensively with Marco, at every opportunity, throughout the evening. I sat amused, as I had watched it.
Lulu had to go to the bathroom again at some point. The walk to the toilet leads past the bar counter and is quite long. All of the few remaining guests were outside in the beautiful weather. No one paid any further attention to her.
Even before reaching her destination, Lulu suddenly felt a hand on her ass. Surprised, she turned around. It was Marco. He wore a black muscle shirt with his tight jeans cut just above the knee, which showed off his tanned muscular body well.
"Hey, what's that?" she asked.
But Marco didn't answer; he just looked at her mockingly and slightly arrogantly. Instead, he clasped her hips with his right hand, pulling her tightly to him. His other hand moved under the hem of her dress, pushed it up and felt her bare ass cheeks. He gave a low, appreciative whistle when he noticed that she was 'bottomless'.
"Actually, you're wearing down there... - NOTHING!" He smiled smugly.
"Are you crazy?" Lulu was outraged. It was true that she found Marco very sexy, and she had already imagined what it would be like with him... But to just grab her under the skirt, that was absolutely a no-go. She wanted to wriggle out of his grip, but Marco only hugged her all the tighter, and now explored her magnificent round ass in detail.
He grinned at her. "How did I know that you, bitch, don't wear panties?"
