people I like call me Anna. My mother actually named me Annabelle,
which I hated her for until just about two months ago.
was going to graduate. Big deal. Then my mother came into my room
one day and sat down on my bed and told me I was a big girl now
and needed to hear this story about Venice. It was about making
love in a gondola. She said she couldn't have settled down to
raise me and my sister June unless she did something both romantic
and crazy first.
she wanted me to do it. And she'd pay for it. I thought she was
nuts. Mothers don't do this. Not in this age.
told me about Eduardo. He was an Italian who hung around all alone
in the Piazza San Marco watching the pigeons and drinking espresso.
She liked him for his ability to seem lost in his own little world
while the tourists all around him flashed their cameras and argued
over the wads of lire they dumped on the table to pay for their
coffee. One day she approached him. He asked her point blank what
she wanted. "Dinner," she said, "and let's get
a gondola afterwards."
they fucked. Right in front of the guy who steers the boat. She
honestly used the word fuck. She said they were like animals
in heat. She said it was dead wrong to tell you that you should
ignore your animal instincts. You should come to grips with them,
resolve them. "And most of all, drink deeply," she said.
I'm in Italy. I've got plenty of money and a large, economy size
pack of condoms, compliments of mom. I've fucked in a gondola
with people watching.
woman watched from her balcony. So did the gondola guy. I felt
the same thing as mom. Power, lightness, like a weight had been
lifted off my chest.
woman I had seen before, at customs. There was a scuffle and a
bunch of Italians in uniforms waving their hands. They finally
stopped yapping and eyed her bag suspiciously. She threw up her
hands and reached in and pulled out a vibrator. It was enormous.
They yelled at her some more, but they were smiling, and then
she turned it on. It had gotten so quiet you could hear the thing
whirring away all the way across the customs room. Then when it
didn't explode everyone burst out laughing.
held the thing triumphantly, then drew it up her thigh and wedged
it between her legs for just a moment. The men stopped laughing
and looked embarrassed. Then she started a long, solitary laugh
that echoed through the room.
don't know what happened in the gondola. I was drunk, but I wanted
her the moment I saw her again, her full breast dangling over
the railing, eyes sucked into my cunt. I really felt that: she
couldn't move her eyes from my pussy if she wanted to. I've never
felt that way about a woman. I wanted to feel a woman's tongue,
her tongue, licking me all over. I knew she hungered for me. When
I sucked Antonio's cock into my mouth I did it for her. I've never
taken one that deep before. I almost gagged. All I though about
was pleasing her, making her pussy all wet and stuff.
I handed the condom to Antonio, I was sad that I wouldn't be able
to lie back afterwards with his come dribbling out of me. I figured
she'd like that. I figured if she was with me she'd have a great
deal of fun licking me clean. I imagine her like a cat, her little
rough tongue cleansing me of the sticky mess and stimulating me
at the same time. But she's more like a big cat, a tigress, viciously
passionate. I saw her being fucked hard from behind while I masturbated
in the bottom of the tiny boat. She liked it hard.
now I can't help touching my clit. Wait while I inch the chair
toward the window. Behind the gauzy curtain I touch myself. My
clit pops out all angry and fired up to meet my fingers. I reach
for the railing with my left foot, looping my toes around the
iron bar and with my right foot I kick the curtain away so that
it whips around behind me, exposing me suddenly to the street
and apartments across.
can see me, no? I never wear panties. Remember that when you see
me in a cafe. Don't forget to look between my legs. I like it
when you don't give up, when you glare in the direction of my
pussy for a long time. My legs will snap open for you. You'll
see my cunt if you wait. Honest.
I'm hot. My fingers slide along my pussy slit like it's greased
velvet. If I feel you watching I'll not only come but I'll wet
the chair. I feel the breeze on my legs, cooling the wetness of
my cunt. Mike, a friend, said I rub myself like I'm trying to
start a fire. He liked to watch me get myself off. He liked me
to orgasm in restaurants, at the ballgame. And I did. With my
secret skirt, the one with the bottomless pockets, I'd slide my
hand in and rub. Once a waiter caught me and watched until he
had to sit down to hide his erection under the table. I squeezed
it and he was surprised but happy. Then I finished. It rocked
the table for a second but I don't think anyone else knew what
I was doing. Except Mike, who'd always ask me to let him kiss
my hand when what he really wanted was a whiff of my pussy juices.
night in the parking lot Mike laid me across the trunk of his
car and "layed some hose," as his gross friends liked
to describe it. He just lifted my skirt and fucked me from behind.
I liked it a lot but he hadn't touched my clit so when he finished
I had to turn around and prop myself up with my elbow on the trunk
lid and finger myself until his soupy come started running down
to the trunk of the 'vette. I couldn't stop, not even when people
came out of the restaurant all bloated and excited and gossipy.
I guess I've always liked to have people around when my cunt is
exposed. It makes me hot. I come so hard it's like I've been shot.
Guess that's where they get Cupid's arrow from.
watch me take my clit between my thumb and forefinger and gently
twirl. The tiny motion is weird, because inside I'm about to explode.
I'll have to get a towel because the seat is gonna be sopping
when I come. Yes, I feel it. Do you see it? My cunt getting all
frothy wet? My hand making squishy noises as I flatten it out
on my hot little pussy in preparation for the final lap, the spasms
that will rock me? You see it? You must--you are part of it. I
feel your eyes like a cock wedge my cunt lips apart. Please make
me come. Please?
I - Love in a Gondola
Venice III - The story from Vincenzo's point
(c) 1998 by James Martin. All rights reserved.