I was walking down the street with a feeling of emotional emptiness from the man who had broken my heart and left me for years and when I turned my head to the right I saw an Italian flag hanging in a shop and that’s when I made a decision. I was going to embark on an adventure to Italy to live the next chapter of my life.
I phoned Nancy, my best friend since high school, and told her about my plan and she was surprised because she didn’t expect such decisions from me. We decided to vacation in Italy for a week. I packed my bags, got my passport and headed to the airport with the hope that the wounds in my heart would heal before boarding the plane. As emotional and fragile as I was, Nancy was the opposite of me, she was crazy. I couldn’t accept that my ex-boyfriend Henry had dumped me after three years of a relationship for a blonde because she had bigger breasts.
As the hot Italian sun welcomed me, I felt the weight in my heart lighten. As we wandered the narrow streets of Rome, Nancy only wanted to meet and sleep with Italian men. At night, when we were out clubbing, she would take almost any man she could find up to her room and I always admired her carefree, carefree, crazy self. On our fourth day, on a very hot evening, I decided to walk around the city by myself.
A vacation in an unfamiliar city would never turn into an adventure if you didn’t get lost in unfamiliar streets. As I ordered a glass of wine in a small café and was taking in the historical atmosphere around me, I saw a very strange fight around the corner. Three men were fighting with each other. No no, one man was defending himself against two others and he was doing it very well. The interesting thing was that nobody cared. As the two men rode away on a motorcycle, thoroughly beaten up, I saw the other man coming towards the cafe with slow and heavy steps. He was a tall man, no more than thirty years old, big and tough. He sat down at the table next to me and ordered a beer.
As he was wiping the blood from his mouth, our eyes met and I looked away, embarrassed. The waiter put his beer on the table and said something in Italian while the man pointed at me and the waiter looked at me and said a few words. The man took a few sips of his beer and said in a fluent accent: ” He said, “Are you American? I was surprised and a little nervous.” Yes, my name is Maya. How did you know I was American? And by the way, are you okay?” She drank her beer in one go and pointed to my bag on the table. He noticed the sticker of the Family Guy series in the bag and a smile appeared on his face. The man had a strange charm. He didn’t look like anyone I’d ever met before.” “You’re hurt, do you want to go to the hospital?” and he refused. He got up and left without saying anything.
I don’t know why, but I didn’t tell Nancy about it, because she couldn’t see anything else but her new boyfriend Alberto. Around noon I went back to the same café and the same man was talking to someone in the same place. When he noticed me, I averted my gaze, as if I was embarrassed and for some reason it affected me. When he approached me and said “Hello” I couldn’t speak so I nodded politely and said “My name is Alex and they make great espresso here. If you want to try it, I’ll buy it for you. As I drank my coffee I told him part of my story and he was very good at listening to me, barely speaking. It felt strangely good to tell myself to a man I didn’t know, in a country I didn’t know. I realized that I wasn’t so shy around him anymore. I didn’t ask him what he did for a living or about his family… When he asked me, “Would you like to see the most beautiful part of this city?” I said “yes” without hesitation. He had a very nice old car, and after about an hour of driving we stopped in a lemon grove. A small stream ran along the edge of the grove. When I asked him, “What’s your story Alex?” he quietly took out a cigarette and started to tell me as he smoked.
She was born here, the only child of a half-American, half-Italian family. His father was an American soldier and his mother was a waitress. They lived here and there for years and as the son of a soldier father, he had to learn the harsh realities of life at a very early age. He never told me what he did for a living and I could see the anger in his eyes towards life. The smell of the lemon trees was really good. I hadn’t felt this good in a long time. When he approached me, it was as if we both knew what was going to happen. Without saying a word, he clung to my lips. It was as if he was sucking me, not kissing me, and I just let myself go.
Even when he took me by the hand and we lay on the blanket on the floor, he wouldn’t let go of my lips. I couldn’t believe it. He took his time taking off my clothes. When I was completely naked, he stopped and watched me. When I realized that I was embarrassed and asked “why are you looking at me like that?” he said “You are the only beautiful thing I have seen for a long time, Maya, and that is what I am looking at” and while kissing me, he was also interested in my breasts. I could see my breasts disappearing in his huge hands and my vagina was extremely wet from the pleasure I was getting from sucking every inch of my white skin. When Alex realized this, he buried his head there and I involuntarily shuddered and shuddered to orgasm as he sucked me. When he took off his clothes, I realized how big his cock was. I was thinking, “Oh my God, how am I going to get this inside me?” He turned me over on my back and started to enter me. His cock was ripping me in two.
When he was completely inside me he just stood there and after a while he started going in and out of me hard and fast. I was moaning like crazy as I came for the second time. He lifted me up on my knees and kept going in and out of me like that and came inside me screaming. He came out of me, lit a cigarette and gave me one. It was as if everything bad had become good around him. Alex’s sperm was running down my legs as I stood up and tried to get dressed. I had never had an orgasm so intense in my life. We got dressed without saying a word and he drove me to my hotel. He turned to me and said ” Maya, never forget that life is only one day and today is today. Give yourself a reward for every day you live” At that moment I realized that I would never meet Alex again. When I came back from Italy I was never the same and I never will be…
