Sorrento: Part 1 - Sex Stories

Sorrento: Part 1

... gentleman to escort me to our first evening meal at our hotel, but he was understandably exhausted, so after we had eaten I made sure he got some much needed rest. I, however, was too excited to sleep and returned to the bar for a nightcap. It was late October and the hotel relatively quiet. The waiter, who had been immensely attentive to Tom and I during our meal, now greeted me like a friend, and offered me a liqueur and coffee on the terrace. I found myself lost in the atmosphere, the sheer beauty of the place and the opportunity that I had been given to enjoy it. It felt as though everything that was missing from my life could come right in a place such as this. That first evening had been rather cool. Monday however was much warmer. While Tom was out at meetings during the day, I occupied myself exploring the area close to the hotel, and relaxing by the pool. When Tom and I went for dinner that evening, I dressed in leggings and a short sleeved top. Antonio, the waiter, commented that I looked most beautiful. It had been years since I had been complimented like that, and it seemed to really hit home. I know that I blushed, but I enjoyed the attention. When Tom eventually retired to the room to make his conference call back to the office, Antonio again invited me to take drinks on the terrace. After again becoming lost in the moment, I found myself standing at the edge of the terrace, sipping a glass of sweet orange liqueur. It was there, my back to the terrace and hotel ...

... that I suddenly became aware of someone standing closely behind me. I have no idea now why I did not turn. That would have been a more natural reaction, but I didn't. I just stood there enjoying the majesty of the view. Apart from the sound of distant waves breaking over the rocks, it was completely silent, and I sensed that there was no one else close by. This person moved closer. Whether it was the combination of wine and liqueurs, or just the peaceful atmosphere, I will never know, but I had no sense of danger or fear. I felt perfectly relaxed. I could feel the warmth of another body near mine; such was the distance now between us. I think I actually closed my eyes. The next thing I felt were lips; a kiss. The kiss was at first very tentative, but perhaps because there was no sense of rejection on my part, it was repeated more firmly, and slowly traced the contour of my neck from the hemline of my top to just below my ear. And that was it. I heard the brief sound of chatter from the restaurant spill out as the terrace door opened and closed, and then I was left alone in the silence. Being a woman in her middle years, I have of course been kissed many times, and by many people; friends, family, and even the occasional flirtatious kiss at parties, but this was different; the sensation lingered and made my skin tingle. As I passed through the restaurant I looked carefully at the men. Antonio wished me ‘buona notte’, an elderly gentleman looked up from his dinner with his wife ...