From a rickety table set under a gnarled grape vine, Cindy and her friend Luisa surveyed the crowd pouring into the piazza Navonna. Cindy, who had forgotten to wear panties almost on purpose, closed her eyes before ratcheting her knees apart a notch--then opened her big baby blues to make another sweep of the crowd.

Her heart pounded for naught. Nobody peeked. How rude; they just kept talking, waving their hands, and shouting to people who'd managed to go on ahead. Perhaps Italy wasn't the romantic spot she'd thought it was.

It was the duo's first summer in Rome, prime time for a College student's experimentation free from the bondage of parents. Cindy's mom had almost said as much while she helped Cindy pack, "You promise to be, well, at least safe." she'd said with resignation and just a hint of permissiveness. Cindy vowed at that moment to take advantage of every opportunity. But now she wasn't so sure as she rested her chin in her hands and said to no one in particular, "I thought that Italian men would be prying my thighs apart with their eyes."

"We've been here what, all of 6 hours?" Luisa answered, glancing at her watch. She leaned over toward Cindy and whispered, "don't worry, dear, they'll come all right...All over you. All over that gorgeous face of yours. All over your smooth thighs. I'll rub it in if you like!"

Cindy couldn't resist a smile. "Like the party?" she said, her eyes widening.

Luisa blushed. "That wasn't planned. I was a bit tipsy, you know."

Cindy slumped back in her seat, feeling her legs slip out of her short summer skirt and into the cool evening air. "Now that was something!"

"Who was he anyway?"

Cindy ran the tips of her finger over the insides of her thigh, shivering at her own touch. "He was just some guy who said he was Italian, said he'd teach me what I needed to know about lovemaking with a typical Italian stud." The hint of a smile spread across her roundish face. She shook her head and her pixieish bangs whipped around her broad forehead, "I grabbed his crotch and said my sister's bedroom was free. I figured he'd bolt. The aggressive ones are usually wimps."

"But he wasn't."

"That's right. I pointed him toward the door and he opened it..."

"And there I was, reading," laughed Luisa, "Always the party pooper." She looked down at Cindy's fingers tracing little circles on her thigh. "But the stuff in your sister's diary was pretty hot!"

The girls burst out in laughter and embraced. "I wondered what got you all hot and creamy! Oh my God! My little sister! She writes it all down!"

"Yep, every word!"

Cindy gazed off, her eyes focused on an invisible spot just in front of the table. In a horny haze of remembrance she saw her Italian Stallion rise up off her naked and sweaty body, take hold of his glistening cock and run his hand gracefully over the wet underside of it until an arc of his sperm spurt out all aver her stomach and breasts. What was next, of course, was quite unexpected: Luisa's rising off her chair to lap at the offering. Cindy was never quite sure if the tongue was all that intent on consuming the liquid of her lover's lust as it grazed tantalizingly and for just a bit too long over her nipples..."

"Hey, Cin, what's that?" Luisa suddenly shouted.

Cindy awoke with a start, "What?" she managed to mutter, her legs flopping apart embarrassingly.

"That...smell? It's like sex...divine!" answered Luisa.

It reminded Cindy of a hot session amongst the soft forest loam she'd had with a park ranger once. Or maybe the delicious musk that rolled off a man's balls while she licked them...

"Gotta be this one," Luisa said, pointing to a dish on the menu--pasta with truffles. She watched as the slender waiter laid steaming platters of it down in front of a cooing couple.

"Lookit the price!" said Cindy.

"Ooh-la-la. Outrageous," replied a disappointed Luisa. They couldn't afford to eat this high off the hog for long.

"We gotta get it you know," suggested Cindy excitedly.

"But there's the matter of money..."

Cindy turned her body toward Luisa and rested her foot on a rung of the chair, exposing her sex to her friends startled eyes. "You think a couple of hot chicks like us need money to eat out?" she asked.

Luisa couldn't help looking at Cindy's gaping pussy and blushed once again. "You don't mean..."

Cindy nodded towards the waiter. "He'll understand, I'm sure," she said with a hint of arrogance. She picked up her wine glass and waved it high and a bit drunkenly overhead, eventually catching the waiters eye.

When he finally arrived she grabbed the menu from Luisa and said, "Pasta with truffles for both of us, and more vino."

She watched the waiter's eyes linger over the swell of her breasts before marching off to the kitchen. She liked how her nipples looked pressing against the thin cotton of her favorite summer dress. She'd worn the dress so much it was almost threadbare, and even in dim light her nipples shown through the summery print as twin mahogany dimples in the midst of flowery blooms.

The waiter returned, plunking a carafe of wine down on the table. But instead of leaving immediately he turned and eyed Cindy from the side. She blushed when she saw him, inching the dress up to scratch a thigh but accomplishing the obvious--letting him see high up her long legs. He drew his fingers to his lips and kissed them before setting off for the kitchen.

"I think you're right. I think he'll be okay with us stiffing him." Luisa whispered into Cindy's ear.

"Or him stiffing us." Cindy said absentmindedly as she tried to catch a last glimpse of his tight little backside.

When he returned he made a big production out of placing the plates of steaming pasta in front of them. "Ear," she thought she heard him say, "Ear is di pasta. I make him put the whole truffle. For tourists, usually, he make just a small part of truffle..."

Cindy grabbed him by the forearm, resting it between her breasts while breathing deeply, "It's fabulous!" she sputtered. Grazie, um, um..."

"Paulo," he finished for her. When she finally released her grip on his arm he drew it from between her breasts with agonizing slowness, grazing an already engorged nipple on the way out. "Anything else?" he asked. When he looked at Luisa she licked her lips provocatively, almost touching her nose with her tongue. His jaw dropped in disbelief.

As the waiter retreated out of sight Cindy couldn't help blurting, "Luisa, you slut! Now he's confused. 'No ditching the redhead now,' he's thinking. But sex with two women? Two 'merican girls? He'll be talkin' about this down at the Colosseum bar for a good while, I can tell you that!"

The pair laughed as they sucked the strands of pasta. When she'd had enough, Luisa rested her hand on Cindy's thigh. The sounds the pasta made, the smell of the truffles, the wine....it all started to come together to make her wet, to make her mind start thinking of the wild wetness of hot sex. She inched her hand up the slender thigh until she felt the buttery softness of Cindy's shaved pussy. She couldn't ever imagine doing this in a public restaurant in the states.

"You as wet as me? I'm all swampy as I suppose you can tell. Geez." said Cindy.

"My panties are wetter than yours, I'll bet."

"Fer sher," said Cindy. "You gotta shuck them, ya know. Like soon."

They drank the wine and ordered more. Planning what to do next was a chore. "Better to sit and drink," thought Cindy. But she didn't really have to worry.

"Digestivo!" announced Paulo as swung around the table to place two small, stemmed glasses in front of them. "Amaretto."

By the time they'd let the Amaretto drizzle warmly down their throats the crowd had dwindled; all that remained was a small family and a couple of single men nursing the last of their wine. Paulo lurked, resting against the door and watching the terrace. Watching the women, that is, and bringing them something every time he spotted an empty glass.

Finally Luisa had had enough. "Gotta go bad," she said as she tumbled haphazardly out of her chair and headed herself toward the bathroom.

Cindy managed to wave goodbye as Luisa continued her serpentine path toward the lady's room. By the time she had returned, all the others had gone and Paulo was draped over Cindy at the table, peering unabashedly down her dress--and she was helping him do it by holding the thin material away from her breasts.

"So, don't let me bother you," Luisa said as she flung herself into a chair. "By the way, just what do you want me to do with these?" she asked. lDraped over her index finger she held her sopping panties for her tablemate's inspection.

"Paulo, better than truffles or no?" asked Cindy as she snatched the panties and held them in front of Paulo's prodigious nose.

He sniffed deeply. "Much better," he said. She could see a bulge begriming to form in his tight black trousers. "But the owner, he says I owe him for all the truffles. Maybe he wants these in return."

It was simple economics. "You scratch mine and I take yours and plunge it into my wanting pussy," Cindy thought lasciviously.

But it was Luisa who acted first, asking for the bill of all things. "Il conto!" she announced.

Paulo looked at her quizzically, but Cindy saved the day by raising the hem of her little dress and saying, "How 'bout some il cunto?" After she said it she felt silly, until Paulo stopped looking confused and stared as if mesmerized at the sight of the pink lips bathed in the dim terrace light. The bulge in his pants had gotten huge, and it obviously pained him to move but he tried anyway, taking the hands of the two women and escorting them back into the restaurant straight through to the kitchen at a pace that astounded them.

"Gigi! Viene qua!" shouted Paulo. When Gigi poked his head out of the walk-in freezer Paulo threw Luisa's sopping panties at him. "Oh, Dio!" a startled Gigi cried, staring back at the two girls while kneading the panties in his strong hands.

Gigi walked over to the stainless steel table, his hand cradling his chin for a moment before he spoke, "Una qui," he said slapping the table, "and una la."

Luisa, who had the barest understanding of Italian but got the little words at least, was first to hop up on the table, pulling her dress off and flinging it to the ground in record time. It was the first time Cindy had seen the thicket of bright red pubic hair, the light coating of freckles on Luisa's lush body, and she felt guilty for not making love to her at the party.

But there was no time for thinking about lost lust. Paulo had already jettisoned his pants and was sitting on the counter, his back against the plaster wall, his erection poking the air forlornly in front of him. Cindy didn't even bother to take off her dress before backing toward him, gripping the edge of the counter and lifting herself with gymnastic precision until her pussy hovered beside the steely cock. She couldn't quite get enough height to get positioned over it, but Paulo, positioning a hand firmly on her buttocks and the other on his cock to position it, lifted her and managed to get things all lined up. "This is going to be pretty good," she thought as he lowered herself slowly onto his cock. Soon she was filled with him. She felt him push, then practically swirl his cock around inside her. "These Italians, they're pretty good," she thought while feeling the big cock fill her to the brim.

And through all this they had a perfect view of Gigi as he stood and slid his cock into Luisa's hot little cunt. She immediately wrapped him up, her ivory-white legs pushing him deep inside her. Cindy was enthralled with the slender dark buttocks wrapped in the fleshy white wrapper of her thighs, the slap and slather as parts pistoned, the twitch of ass muscles as Gigi's horny search for depth and feeling continued.

"He likes his balls to rest on the cold table," Paulo offered as Cindy squirmed on his cock. "He tell me it's like a good meal, the hot, the spicy, the cold, all working together at the same time to give all the good sensation." Cindy wondered what it'd be like to feel icy cold and searing hot at the same time but then remembered an incident with a boy's tongue and an ice cube pushed deep into her twat that set her to practically jumping on Paulo's organ.

"Is this good or what?" Cindy shouted across the room at her friend.

"I was thinking, would it be better to switch before they come? Or after? Or should......

Cindy couldn't continue. She'd wrapped her arms tightly around Gigi and her buttocks just barely grazed the top of the table now as he thrust his hips rapidly like machine gun fire--rat-a-tat-tat--and the muffled splash of slushy juices filled their senses. Soon he was hoisting her completely off the table, bending himself backwards, ready to unleash himself into her. Cindy could practically feel his cock burrowing heavily into Luisa's clit, then remembered her own and began rubbing it furiously. "Go babe," she muttered her encouragement.

But Luisa needed no encouragement. Her fingernails made angry red marks on Gigi's back as she bucked against his teetering body. Cindy's hand was a blur against the clotted knot of her clit, her body humping raw the big Italian cock beneath her. Luisa came first, a shudder overcoming her body. Gigi's buttocks quivered as he shot his load inside her and then, when she'd become limp, laid her gently on the table, slowly withdrawing his cock, his eyes closed, head tilted upward. His cock gave one last twitch. When he backed up Cindy could see his cum dribbling out of the fiery red cunt of her friend.

And that was all it took to trigger her orgasm. She ground her palm into her clit, scraping her fingernails over Paulo's scrotum until she felt his cock thump and spasm, and the heat of it spreading out from her pussy to her abdomen, her eyes rolling in her head as a jolt of pure electricity went up her spine. She'd never had such an orgasm before. And it didn't stop; it just waned a bit, then started all over. She gripped Paulo's cock, wishing it so stay erect. And it did. And her juices bathed his balls; she could feel them moist and sticky. She collapsed back against the heaving Paulo. Together the trio sucked the warm kitchen air into their heaving lungs noisily. Luisa purred. Gigi slumped to his knees, his head resting against Luisa's knee dangling off the table.

"Ah, Roma! This was going to be some vacation." Cindy though, inching her hand toward those delicious and moist folds of hers once again.

© 2002 by James Martin, all rights reserved.

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