Renaissance of the Heart - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Renaissance of the Heart - Part 3

... after a few drinks I am anybody’s!” “I bet you are!” We were both slightly tiddly and we had a giggly moment, just as someone bumped into my back, making me lose my balance. Before I knew it, I was leaning into Mima with a hand on her shoulder and found myself up close and personal. Mima took advantage of the moment, pulling me towards her and we snatched a kiss. She had lovely soft lips, and we extended the kiss but there was something missing. I backed away. “What’s the matter?” she asked. “I’m sorry, this is wrong.” I looked at her once more, leaving her a little dismayed and left my glass on the side. I went into the cool Roman night air and hailed a taxi. Elizabeth and I had never talked about us being an item or even in a relationship. I guess there had been an unspoken understanding that we were single and free to see who we wished, but when it came to it I just couldn’t. Mima was cute and sexy and would have given me a memorable night I’m sure. But I would have regretted it in the morning. I sat back in the taxi and pondered. For the first time I was contemplating the notion of being unfaithful to Elizabeth. I would never have considered it might be an issue and maybe if Mima had been a guy it would be different. I had to much too cope with as it was and piling on an extra emotional strain was not what I needed. I decided to take a day out and watch some movies in my room, with a box of chocolates, which I purchased from the local supermarket. Apart from a short walk ...

... in the afternoon, I vegetated, giving myself the first proper rest that I had had for well over a month. I was expecting a call from Elanora the following day and would feel better able to face it fully refreshed. ******************************* I woke up with the sun bursting into my room. Flying out to Rome and being in different surroundings had almost made me lose track of time, but I was fairly sure that it was a Thursday. I wandered out after breakfast and the neon sign above the nearby café confirmed that it was already 14 degrees and it was only ten o’clock. Elizabeth had texted, asking for a progress report, but I just told her that it was all in hand. It was a chilly two degrees Celsius back in England. I spent the morning writing a few post cards and it was noon before I knew where I was. I was mulling over what to do when I had a call from Elanora. “Hi!” “Hi Cindy! A good night on Tuesday?” “Yes, very enjoyable, thank you.” “Okay, well I have the results.” “Oh. Okay…” “Can you come round?” “Can’t you just tell me!” “It’s better if you are in person, I think.” I could have used the exercise but I couldn’t bear the wait, so I took a taxi to the Art Institute, acknowledging the guy on the desk, before flying up the stairs to Elanora’s laboratory. I knocked on the door and she let me in, her face a picture of inscrutability. “Good morning!” “Yes. It’s warm out. Tell me, Elanora, is it good news?” “We took three samples. All from different parts of the canvas under the ...