Renaissance of the Heart - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Renaissance of the Heart - Part 3

... an ice cream and seeing the great city with renewed vision. I marvelled at the temple of Castor and Pollux and the Basilica of Maxentius. I wandered from place to place until the sun glowed through the peepholes of the great amphitheatre and it was time for tea. I had not long to wait before I could enjoy it with my lover. ********************** I had always wanted to wait at an airport arrivals lounge with one of those hand-written cards that said ‘Jones’ or some other name, which only meant something to their unknown passenger. I knew my Elizabeth, but I still wanted to be that person. I waited by the barrier, all smiles with ‘Miss Sexy Pants’ written on my card. Then there was that period of anticipation as I waited for her to appear. The increased heart rate, the excitement and expectation. Elizabeth had brought a little suitcase, breezed through customs and before I knew it, we were standing in the sunshine. I wanted to whisk her back to the hotel, but to do that without first pausing to imbue the romantic ambience of Rome would have been to miss a little of life’s intoxication. We skipped off the tube by the Castel D’Angelo, from where one can see over the city. For a few moments Saturn’s clock ceased to tick and we stood hand in hand, just watching the world go by. I took her through a little park, where we fed the Collared Doves and Italian Sparrows with a few crumbs left over from my lunch. We got lost, found our route again and kissed under the canopy of a huge ...

... evergreen tree. We meandered through the streets, doing a little window shopping, fantasizing over ridiculously expensive shoes and dresses. Elizabeth was fascinated by the Coliseum. We leant against one of the the old stone barriers and I imagined all the events that had taken place within its walls. The blood-thirsty voyeuristic spectacles, mock battles and racing chariots. So much history had unfolded there and it was impossible not to be moved by the sheer grandeur of the place. After a coffee and a shared tiramisu we walked back to the hotel. The sun was setting and Venus was burning, high above the eastern horizon. I opened the door to our room. I looked at Elizabeth, waiting for her reaction as she was met by the sight of a loose blanket of rose petals on the bed. She squeezed my hand and kissed me again as we moved to the bed, tumbling on to the duvet. Her kisses were all at once sprinkled over my face and neck. We tore at each other’s clothes as the passion between us began to erupt. I couldn’t get her top off quick enough and Elizabeth pulled at the hem of my top. I wriggled out of my skirt as she drew the zip down on hers, and then we rolled together on the bed, dressed only in our bra and panties. I gathered her hair between my fingers as she kissed my neck, nibbling the soft recess between my collar bone and shoulder. Our fingers were stroking and gliding over each other’s bodies, working up to the random moment when bras were unclipped and panties gently slid over ...