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Subject: {ASSM} (RP) A New Dawn - Chapter 2 (M/F exhib mast)
Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2003 10:10:02 -0400
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A New Dawn - Chapter 2

Previously: In Chapter 1 Dawn has told Lisa of her first sexual adventure
whilst on a train in Europe at the age of 19. After the encounter she has
stayed with the conductor of the train (Marcello) and his wife (Antonia) to
whom she has recounted the story. Lisa has returned to Dawn and her partner
Phillip's place to hear the next installment of the story, contained in this
and the next chapter.

NOTE for US readers: In UK usage the term 'fanny' is similar to 'pussy' and
does not refer to a person's ass. It is exactly the type of term Dawn would
use, being less scientific than 'vagina' and less vulgar and demeaning than
'cunt' or 'pussy' even.

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Dawn couldn't help herself from being obvious as she looked at Lisa. Her
look was too long and too studied to be polite. Lisa was wearing a midriff
top, and an obvious push-up bra that made a gift-wrapped presentation of her
chest. She had tight leather-effect trousers on and for the first time Dawn
really appreciated what a fine figure she had. He slim waist made Dawn
momentarily mournful for the tautness her skin was now losing. Not that she
was bad for her age, but that smooth, elastic quality of skin is only found
in the young, or those who exercise fanatically. Then she smiled and opened
the door, "Come in Lisa, you look lovely tonight." They kissed on the cheek.

Philip emerged from the kitchen and repeated Dawn's appraisal, "wow, you
going clubbing afterwards or something Lisa?"

The younger woman blushed slightly, "no, I just thought..." They all waited
but she didn't complete the sentence and an awkward silence fell.

Dawn ushered Lisa in. "Right, we decided to go with the theme tonight and
we've done pesto linguini and lamb with rosemary, just like I had that night
at Antonia's. But first a drink."

They talked for a while, Lisa needed to relax, after feeling foolish for
being overdressed. Both Dawn and Phillip were dressed in jeans and shirts.
She had wanted to appear sexy, but when she was getting dressed she had
changed repeatedly. Why did she want to look attractive? She had chastised
herself for it, but her confidence had been shaken the last time by Dawn's
story. She was accustomed to being the most attractive woman in a group and
this usually sufficed to confer some measure of authority. But she had felt
like a girl again, eager to be accepted by her older sister and her friends,
whilst fearful of exposure. Always afraid they would trick you into
displaying your naivety or innocence at the age when everyone wanted to be
adult. She hadn't had that feeling for years now, but it had come back again
at Dawn's last week. Dressing like this she felt she could regain some
authority, could demonstrate that she wasn't inexperienced, that she
deserved to be there. Then their lingering looks and comments had made her
feel she had been too obvious, crass even and they would misinterpret what
the clothes meant. She had detected the very obvious sexual undercurrent and
given their stories she thought Phillip would want her, but she wasn't sure
of Dawn. No mention had been made of encounters with women as yet, which she
was grateful for. She thought she'd have to leave if it went that way. Lisa
convinced herself she was gathering fantasies to spice up her sex life with
Steve. Certainly they had been more active over the past few weeks. These
stories had at least shaken some of her lethargy away.

Dawn and Lisa talked of work, the office gossip, who they disliked, while
Phillip carefully selected jazz CDs and attended to the dinner and drinks.
He interjected occasionally when they spoke of someone he knew, but he let
them talk. Dawn had worked at the University for several years now, so she
could pass on the big myths. Being relatively new Lisa was keen to hear all
the gossip and intrigue. Phillip knew Dawn had been very cautious about
telling Lisa her stories, since she did not like to involve work in her
private life. It was a nice irony that many regarded Dawn as the quiet,
model employee with a stable private life, whilst others became entangled in
messy affairs. Dawn viewed them as amateurs, allowing sudden urges to be
confused with love, simply because they had not gained enough experience to
differentiate. As Dawn told Lisa of the investigation into financial
dealings of one of the senior managment Phillip could see Lisa logging all
of the information, she must have wished for a notepad to test herself on it
over and over.

Dawn had made the decision that it must be Lisa to ask for the continuation
of the story. But she also wanted to get through a good chunk tonight, so
Phillip delayed the dinner while Dawn poured a third drink and slowly moved
the conversation in the appropriate direction. Eventually Lisa found herself
asking, "so, you were going to tell me how the rest of you're European trip
panned out."

"Yes, why not? Have you had much time to think about the last one? Any
thoughts?"

Lisa looked confused, she hadn't expected to have to interact on these, but
merely be the passive recipient of the stories, "well, I thought it was
quite interesting."

"Interesting? How? Did you find it exciting? Disgusting? What?"

Lisa cleared her throat, "exciting I guess." Feeling emboldened and
determined not to be cowed she added, "Steve and I had a good fuck session
that night."

"Did you tell him?"

"Oh God no. He wouldn't want me coming here, we'd have an argument, and he'd
call you a slut. All that stuff. I hate it when he disapproves of my
friends, so I just keep them separate."

"So you mean you initiated your session because the story excited you?"

Lisa snorted, "yeah, I guess so. Does it matter? We'd been talking about
sex, so it's not that strange it would be on my mind. And I was a little
drunk too."

Dawn indicated the end of the interrogation by popping a mint in her mouth.
"Okay. Back to Italy then. So I stayed the night at Antonia and Marcello's.
I slept fantastically well I must say. I'd been sleeping in cheap hotels and
hostels for a week, so to spend a night in a good bed was very welcome. In
keeping with Antonia's style of d cor the bed was very soft, with feather
pillows and satin sheets. It was June then so although it would get much
hotter it was still uncomfortably warm during the night. Those cool sheets
and the enveloping mattress meant that once I'd stopped listening to them
make love I slept straight through. I didn't hear them get up and was awoken
by a knock at my door and Antonia enquiring `Dawn, are you awake?'

"I mumbled that I was and tried to look awake when she came in with a tray
and some pastries. She was wearing a silk dressing gown, her hair ruffled.
Like a lot of people who wear make-up all the time she looked incredibly
pallid without it. She handed me the tray and sat on the edge of the bed.
`Marcello has left for work already. He says he hopes you slept well and
that he can see you tonight. If you do not have any immediate plans, I was
hoping we might spend the day together in Florence. I have some shopping to
do and we can have lunch.'

"I nodded whilst wiping some pastry from my mouth, `yes, that would be
nice.'

" `Good' she patted my knee under the sheets. `I will need to get ready, so
do not hurry to get up.' Then she left. I finished my coffee, took a shower
and emptied the contents of my rucksack on to the bed. I was unsure of what
to wear. I hadn't brought any smart clothes with me, yet I was sure Antonia
would take us somewhere nice for lunch and she would be well dressed. I
decided to wear linen trousers and a blouse, which I tucked in, just to give
the appearance of smartness. This made it a little tight and I undid a few
buttons to show some cleavage. Nothing beyond what you'd do any night out
really, but I wasn't that used to making such a conscious decision about it.
I'm afraid to admit I rather admired myself in the mirror a bit before going
out into the lounge. Antonia still wasn't ready, she called out from her
room to make myself comfortable. I watched a bit of Italian TV, but
obviously didn't understand a word, so went and looked out of the window on
to the little street below. When you encounter living clich s in life I
always find it rather comforting, as if the world isn't as unpredictable or
unknowable as you fear. This was one - there were three old Italian women,
all large and dressed completely in black. They stood by one of the doorways
talking, one even carried one of those wicker baskets. Four boys kicked a
football up the street and were admonished by the women. Two old men sat by
a table smoking and drinking coffee. You just wanted to stop everything and
hold that scene. Anyway, I was feeling all romantic about travelling again
when Antonia tapped me on the shoulder.

"She looked good. Here hair was immaculately placed again. She had on a
black T-shirt and smart slacks. Her make-up, although heavier than I ever
wear it, suited her, highlighting her strong features and broad mouth. She
must have been about 38ish then, so not old at all, but with that arrogance
and stupidity of a nineteen-year-old I thought this was ancient. I remember
thinking, `I hope I look as good as her when I get to that age.' I think
that now when I see attractive fifty-year-olds, so perhaps you never stop
being condescending, you just shift the age limit.

"We took the train into Florence. On the way Antonia gave me some further
insight into her married life and for all I knew then, all married life. `We
are going to meet someone today Dawn. His name is Frederico. He is my
lover.' I was a bit shocked, but mainly disappointed. I really wanted to
believe she had a good marriage with Marcello. She continued, `you must
understand, in Italy it is very common to have a lover. When we are young we
are very close to our families and under their watch. It is maybe different
now, but when I was young most men and women were virgins when they married.
So we don't have the same sexual experience you young people do in Britain.
When we get older and more confident, everyone begins to think they missed
some fun, so they take lovers. Of course, we do not speak about it, Marcello
would be angry if he knew, but it is accepted that it happens. You must not
be caught, that is all. Who knows, maybe Marcello has a lover too. I think
it is good for our marriage. You must understand that I love Marcello. I
just want to experience sex with other men. You can understand that can't
you?' Who was I to say anything?

`You will like Frederico, he is very sophisticated. He has a good business
and a very beautiful wife'

"This puzzled me. The fact that he had a beautiful wife seemed to make him
more attractive to Antonia. The looks of your wife demonstrated status, and
so I think it made him more appealing, closer to the type of man her family
would have wanted her to marry. It wasn't that she was unhappy with
Marcello, but this was her way of having both aspects, the man she loved,
but also dabbling in the life she could have had. Maybe it was a revenge
thing on her family too.

"Anyway, we went into this old building down a side street, with just a
brass plaque to indicate it was a business. I'm not sure what they did there
exactly - handled exports I think. It didn't look much from the outside, a
three storey-terrace with flaking and yellowing paint. Inside it was very
swish though. Marbled hall, extravagant pot plants and neo-classical
paintings. The receptionist smiled with an official air at Antonia. That
smile told me a lot, firstly that the receptionist knew about Antonia and
Frederico, but more importantly that it was nothing unusual or shocking, but
a commonplace. I wondered whether every businessman was expected to have a
lover, and positively frowned upon if they didn't. We sat in the waiting
area, Antonia casually flicking through some fashion magazines. I didn't
know what to expect really, but tried to look casual and unconcerned.

"The secretary told us to go up, and Antonia led me to the top of the
building. I noticed a bit more haste in her than usual, so we were both
slightly out of breath at the top of the stairs. Frederico met us at the
top. He was a handsome man, I know that's an overused term, but he was
classically handsome. He had a strong jaw, intelligent blue eyes, was 6-foot
odd, and oozed confidence and charm. He was dressed so smartly, in a green,
cotton suit and open necked shirt. His hair was groomed perfectly and he
wore some square, designer glasses. I immediately felt scruffy and young. He
must have been about 40, and I suddenly felt like a foolish child and
started being clumsy. I didn't know whether to kiss him on greeting and
stumbled forward awkwardly. He touched my arm and kissed me on both cheeks,
smiling warmly.

"Antonia introduced us, `Frederico, this is Dawn, the young lady I told you
about.' I looked at her sharply - she had told him about me. What had she
told him? The story of the train yesterday? I think I flushed with
embarrassment and annoyance. Already feeling nervous, this put me at even
more of a disadvantage. He looked me up and down discretely, his gaze
snagging on my breasts, which made me think she had told him.

`I understand you are travelling around Europe?' he asked, showing us into
his office. It was incredibly light and spacious in there, the walls were
all white, and these huge windows were open with long muslin curtains
blowing gently. He had a large, antique desk facing towards us from the
corner, a bookshelf and a long white leather sofa and two matching chairs
against the back wall.

"I was telling him about my proposed route through Europe and in doing so,
regaining some confidence. This was a topic I was comfortable with after
all. He showed polite interest. `Can I get you ladies a drink?' he asked.
His English was good, but unlike Antonia's it still carried a heavy Italian
accent. It seemed like businessman's English. Antonia said she'd have a
sweet wine, although it was fairly early still. I opted for a gin and tonic.
Next to the book cabinet was a cupboard that he opened to reveal a drinks
cabinet and fridge. `This is the sort of office I'd like' I thought.

"We sat down, Frederico next to me on the sofa and Antonia in a chair
opposite us. We chatted quite easily for half an hour, and had a second
round of drinks, but it had that feeling of waiting for something else to
happen. And, just when I thought that maybe we'd be going to lunch soon,
Antonia said `So, Dawn, after yesterday, would you like another adventure?'
I tried not to look panicked and bought some time by placing my glass down
slowly on the table. Looking steadily at Antonia I replied `Maybe, but that
would depend what it was.'

"She smiled, `Oh, nothing like yesterday. I just wondered if you would like
to make love to Frederico. I will go out and come back in an hour. I would
like to give you as a gift to him. He will give you a very good time.'
Christ, they didn't mess about. Actually I did want to fuck him pretty
desperately. As soon as he'd greeted us and he had looked me over I thought
it would be extremely pleasurable to have this experienced man undress me.
It was still a shock when she put it so plainly though. I also found the
idea of being given as a gift very erotic. I know all the stuff about being
treated like an object, but it flattered me and the idea of being proffered
up as a sexual present probably decided it for me.

"Frederico had turned on his side to face me, he lifted my hair over my
shoulder. `Of course, if you do not want to, you can go for a walk and
Antonia and I will make love. But I would love to be with you. I think you
would enjoy it too.'

"What was I to do? I nodded. `Okay, nothing kinky though.' Frederico looked
puzzled, and Antonia quickly translated what I meant by kinky. He laughed,
`no, no, nothing "kinky" Dawn. There is no need for that.' That rather
dismissive `no need for that' turned me on - kinkiness was for people who
couldn't make love properly, whereas with Frederico there would be no need
for additional stimulus. I was impatient for Antonia to leave now. She
kissed Frederico and then me, whispering `relax and have a nice time.'

"When she left I felt momentarily awkward. How do you start this sort of
thing when it's so explicit? Frederico moved over to me and started stroking
my neck. `Relax, my beautiful girl. You have nothing to be nervous about.
You are young and sexy, it is the old man like me who should be nervous
before your flawlessness.' I mumbled something as he rubbed both shoulders
and then began kissing the back of my neck. As he moved around the side of
my neck the tension suddenly flooded away and I relaxed. He felt it in my
shoulders and moved up to my mouth. I surprised myself with the passion of
my kisses, grabbing the back of his head and forcing my tongue into his
mouth. I felt very eager, but he dampened my youthful exuberance and kissed
me with slow, longing desire, cupping my lips and chin as he stroked my
back. I was already a mess of desire. I just wanted to touch him, but I knew
the sort of desperate clawings you do as teenager when you reach the lust
stage would not be appropriate here. The sex I had had up until then always
seemed to be something that you rushed to get to, like a journey where you
just wanted to reach the destination. This felt like a journey where the
trip of itself was the most enjoyable part. He pulled away, and holding my
face close said `undress for me Dawn. I want to watch see your body in the
full light.'

"I stood up and for the second time in as many days stripped in front of a
stranger. I kept my eyes locked on his, so as to avoid looking embarrassed
and as a means of feeling in control. I slipped off my shoes and then
unbuttoned my blouse to just below my bra. I then leant forward and stroked
his cheek, giving him a good view of my cleavage. I kissed him and then
pulled away, as his hand reached to stroke my thigh. I turned my back on him
and looking coyly over my shoulder (I'd seen this in a film once and thought
it would probably look good), undid my trousers and slid them down, arching
my bum towards him as I did so. He reached up and stroked my buttocks,
sliding a finger teasingly underneath. I would have been happy to stay there
and let him take over, but I bit my lip and decided to continue. So I
straightened up and turned to face him, stepping out of my trousers. I
finished undoing my blouse and let it fall open. The look on his face told
me it was working. He had his hand up to his mouth, trying to look composed,
but his other hand was gently rubbing his crotch. I was a bit full of myself
then, so slid my hand in my knickers, and closing my eyes, gently rubbed the
outside of my pussy. I shrugged off my blouse and took off my bra, which I
trailed over his face like a cheap stripper.

"We kissed some more, and I took the hand that was on his crotch and placed 
it on my left breast. I was still
standing, leaning over him and I rocked gently, his hand cupping my swaying
breast, rolling the nipple between the fingers. I was so turned on by now, I
really just wanted to rip his clothes off, and get his cock inside me. But I
managed not to, I knew it would be better the longer I waited, and that such
behaviour would demonstrate how young and inexperienced I was. Still, when
he pulled me to him and laid me down on the sofa I nearly came with the
first brush of his hand across my stomach. He knelt beside me, taking off
his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt as he stroked my stomach and breasts. I
just closed my eyes, smiling stupidly. Then he took my hand and standing in
front of me, placed it on his belt buckle. I didn't need any further
directions. I undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, then peeled them
down slowly. My look was fixated on his crotch. I had never anticipated
seeing a cock as much as that one. Mario's and Franco's had been almost
incidental the day before, I hadn't really thought of them much. But the
anticipation and excitement this time had me wide-eyed. I don't know what I
was expecting, they're all pretty much the same after all, but I just wanted
to get at this one. He was wearing plain, expensive boxer shorts and it was
straining at the fly, so I could some of the flesh beneath. He stepped
adroitly from his trousers - no awkward stumbling here - coming toward me. I
pulled the boxer shorts down, so his cock was dragged down and then suddenly
freed, bobbing up like a ball in water. I all but devoured it, I had got
myself so worked up in anticipation of it. After sucking rather greedily on
it, I regained control and slowed down a bit. I remembered to look up at him
while sliding it in my mouth to the halfway point. A previous boyfriend had
been very keen on blowjobs and had told me that the best part was when he
looked down and saw me looking up at him with his cock gliding in and out of
my mouth. I guessed most men were the same here, and Frederico groaned
appreciatively, stroking my hair.

"Then he pulled me away and pushed me down
on to the sofa. He climbed on top and kissing my breasts, worked his way
down to my panties, which he slid off. Then his tongue began exploring my
fanny, first the slit, then my clitoris and lips, then kissing the whole
area gently. He really did make love to it, kissing and nibbling the inside
of my thigh and then working around my bush. I enjoy cunnilingus like most
girls, but it sometimes seems a bit mechanical. This felt as though he
adored the whole area, as if he was seducing my pussy. I was writhing around
now, clenching and unclenching the sofa. I had worked myself up so much
before that I was ready to come now. Just as I went to grip his hair and
make him finish the job, he stopped and retraced his way up my body. I
kissed him frantically, and he was talking away in Italian, a sexy,
seductive dialogue that was all the more effective for being in a foreign
language. It was Ben Webster's saxophone playing made flesh. I reached down
and tried to guide him into me, unable to retain my detachment and becoming
that impatient teenager. But he resisted, instead he picked me up and
carried me over to the desk. I noticed he had put on a condom while he had
been licking me out, for which I was grateful as I hadn't brought any and
had forgotten about now. There he laid me down on my back and standing up,
slid his cock in. I'm ashamed to admit I came almost instantly, I bucked a
couple of times and swept an in-tray full of papers to the floor. But I
didn't want to stop, and as the first waves subsided I felt like someone
bobbing on large swells that never threatened to break. I could continue
this way forever. A breeze was blowing the curtains around, so they flapped
over near the desk. This Italian man was leaning over me, entering me with
long powerful thrusts each one pushing me up the desk and then sliding down
again, and I thought `I don't want this to stop - ever'. This was the first
time I'd ever come and then carried on. Usually that signalled the end of
the activity, and often I didn't get to come at all. But now I was in a kind
of quietly blissful state and I just didn't want to stop.

"I looked at
Frederico, taking his body in for the first time really. He was in good
shape, although you could see he had to work harder to keep it this way. I
felt very comfortable with his body, the strong, yet not over-defined arms
were very reassuring, and his broad chest was soft without being flabby. He
was watching me and I tried to think what it looked like for him. Having
seen a woman be fucked in this position since then I know it's a very erotic
scene, to have her laid out before you, with each movement her breasts swell
upwards and then flip over like waves being undercut by the back-swell. I
have no idea how long we continued like this, I really did lose all 
perception
of time. He kept up his monologue, like a seductive sound track. I thought
he was going to come as he leant forward, kissing me breasts and speeding up
his talk. I gripped his head to indicate it was okay with me if he wanted to
push on, but with this he withdrew and brought his face up to mine, kissing
me all over. I could feel his stiff cock lying against my belly. He led me
over to the office chair. He sat on it and I lowered myself onto his lap,
dangling me legs either side. He placed his hands either side of my rib cage
and guided me up and down on his penis. Then I took over the pace and leant
back, increasing the speed. I really wanted him to come now. He was sucking
eagerly on my nipples, pushing the breasts together. I was using long
sliding motions now, bringing his cock to the tip of my entrance, just when
it was about to slip out and then pushing right down so it was deep inside
me. I did this slowly at first and then faster and I knew he wouldn't last
long then. I was close to coming a second time, the calm now gone and I knew
this wouldn't be a quiet one. I just wanted both of us to last long enough.
On a downward stroke I clenched my muscles and felt his cock twitch inside
me. I then grabbed him behind the neck with one hand, pulling him to my
chest and frantically rubbed my clit with my other hand. He was nearly
shouting now, and pulled himself away from my chest as he arched back and
gripped the seat of the chair. He let out a bellow and I banged up and down
twice in his lap screaming "Oh God!". Then I came and I felt this liquid
just pour out of me. I felt dizzy and collapsed forward onto his heaving
chest, like a shipwreck survivor on a beach. I forgot to breathe
momentarily. It all seemed too much, then I gasped quickly and clawed my way
up to his face to kiss him.

"He smiled and gripped my hand in his. `Thankyou' I said, and I really meant
it. This was by far the best fuck I had ever had. He kissed me softly, `no,
thankyou. You are perfect.' I stayed hugging his chest for a while, his
member shrinking inside me and him gently stroking my arm. Then he lifted me
off and looking at a clock said `Antonia will be back soon. We should get
dressed.' I looked disappointed. He laughed, `do not worry my sweet. You
will have many more adventures like this. Let us remember this one as a
perfect meeting.'

"I cleaned up with some tissues, then watched him get dressed. I was still
reluctant to end the moment. I wanted to recapture it. Sensing this, he said
`come, let me dress you.' Over by the sofa, he picked up my knickers and
sitting me down, slid them on, stroking my legs as he did so, and then
kissing the outside of the knickers when they were on. Then he sat behind me
and put my blouse on, squeezing my breasts slightly as he reached round to
button it. I gripped his hand and pushed it down to my pussy, `fuck me again
Frederico' I whimpered. Quite shameless really. He pulled his hand up and
kissed the back of my neck. `No, it would not be right to Antonia.' I felt
jealous I think, I wanted this moment to continue and resented the
interruption of the outside world. I knew I was behaving like a spoilt child
who is being told they have to stop playing and visit relatives, but I
couldn't stop myself. `I don't care,' I whined. `Make her wait. She can
watch for all I care.'

"He came around the front of me. I was probably pouting. He lifted my head
up and kissed me and just for a moment I felt a flush of excitement, `he is
going to' I thought and I felt sick with anticipation. But then I realised
it was a consoling kiss. `No,' he said, `that is not this moment.'

"I felt churlish and stupid then. Of course, as he had said, `there is no
need'. He was continuing to speak, but I was already putting my trousers
back on. `Let this moment be complete. It is perfect as it is and you should
never threaten perfection.'

"I smiled up at him to show I understood. I was just fastening my trousers
when there was a knock at the door. Frederico showed Antonia in. She looked
around the room and took me in with a calm appraisal. I wasn't sure how this
would go, whether she would actually be jealous although it had been at her
instigation. She noticed the in-tray and papers I had knocked on to the
floor and laughed, `It looks like you had a good time.'

"Frederico kissed her, `it was lovely, thankyou for your gift.'

"She came over to me, kissed me on my cheek and whispered in my ear, `I want
to hear every detail tonight. You look as though you have had the fuck of
your life.'

"I giggled, `I have, thankyou Antonia.'

"Then she reached down and picked up my bra from the floor. I had been so
intent on trying to persuade Frederico to make love to me again, that I
hadn't registered he had put my blouse on without it. `Do you want this?'
she asked, dangling it in front of me jokingly, like the evidence from a
crime. I blushed and reached out for it, but Frederico intercepted it.

"He passed it to Antonia, `No, put it in your bag for now. I want to show
you your power Dawn.' I stayed motionless, unsure of what he meant. He undid
three buttons of my blouse to below my breasts. Then he slid a hand inside
and pulled each breast centrally and rolled his thumb over each nipple. I
let out a small gasp and my nipples immediately hardened. Then he reached
down and tucked my blouse in tightly in my trousers. The blouse now
stretched upwards towards my breasts, with two prominent points poking
through, and gaped open revealing my cleavage. I felt undressed. Frederico
stepped back and nodded approvingly. `What do you think Antonia?'. She gazed
at my breasts for what seemed an indecent time, which made my nipples
harder. `Blatant sex,' she concluded.

"Frederico swept his arms around us. `Let us go for lunch.' As we went past
the receptionist she gave me a look that said she knew full well what we had
been doing (she had probably heard it anyway). It was a strange feeling - I
was at once empowered because I had just had a very strong experience while
these two women had been carrying on as normal, and yet also demeaned, like
I was the weak girl who allowed herself to be manipulated and everyone was
in a position of authority because they knew more about me than I did about
them. Frederico took us to a smart restaurant, where I felt a little out of
place. I moved my hand to button on my blouse more, but Frederico stopped
me, `no, wait and watch.' I looked to Antonia for guidance and she smiled
reassuringly, so I let my hand drop. I looked down - my blouse was open to
just below the apex of my breasts and its tightness forced them together so
I had four inches or so of cleavage. The blouse closed together so opposite
you would see some of the upper flesh and the well-defined cleavage, but
nothing too much. From my vantagepoint you could see most of the breasts
down to the aureola. It seems stupid now, I've seen girls go out clubbing
wearing just bras, and I've been much more daring since. But I did feel
exposed and rather blatant, as if I was advertising what had happened to me
over the past few days. I obviously wasn't quite comfortable with this yet
and probably not sufficiently in control. Which is what Frederico wanted to
teach me.

"The waiter brought the menus over, took our drinks order and went away. I
didn't pay much attention, but after he had gone Frederico said `did you see
how he stared at your breasts? He almost forgot to take our order. That is
what you must appreciate, you have enormous power over men. When he comes
back you must lean forward and use your arms to squeeze your breasts
together. Watch his reaction.' Well, I wasn't so na ve that I didn't know
men ogled at tits rather obviously and at any opportunity. But of course, I
followed his instructions. When the waiter returned to take our order I
leant forward propping my elbows on the table. This pushed my exposed
breasts together and upward so they almost popped out of my blouse like
toothpaste from a tube. The waiter had positioned himself behind me so as to
gain a good view over my shoulder. I couldn't see his face, but I could tell
by the reaction of Frederico and Antonia that it was working. He stumbled
over the order, repeating items. I turned and gave him a sweet smile, and as
I did so the blouse slid to reveal most of my right breast. It caught on the
hard nipple, which prevented it from slipping out completely. He guiltily
looked back to my eyes and I gave him a wink. Then, just as obviously as he
had been looking at my chest, I looked at his crotch and noticed a bulge
arching to his left pocket. We handed back our menus and he left, giving me
one last look over his shoulder.

"Antonio smirked, `you little slut, I saw the wink you gave him.'

"Frederico laughed, `see? You were in control of that situation. Now it is
your decision. You know he wants you, but you can have him or not - as you
please. Do you want him?'

"I pondered this. I was feeling turned on again. The fact that I had wanted
more from my session with Frederico had left me with a faint tingle, and
this obvious sexual interchange had me twitching my buttocks in mild
excitement. But I thought enough was enough. I hadn't even looked at him
properly. I could pass him in the street ten minutes from now and not
recognise him. `No, I don't think so. Unless you want me to.' And if had
said yes, I would have done. I quite like that feeling of being directed by
someone you trust. But he shook his head, `no, that is not necessary.'

"The food came and I made an effort to continue a conversation with Antonia
to signal I wasn't playing any more. Then another waiter came over and asked
if everything was all right. He lingered longer than was necessary and when
he left Antonia commented, `I think we will get a lot of attention. Your
friend has told the other one to come and have a look.' Sure enough the two
waiters managed to find excuses to come to our table and attempted
conversation. I felt on display, but also enjoyed the playful, knowing
tease. I stretched and yawned for the last one, arching my back and pushing
my chest out. For one exhilarating moment I thought the blouse was going to
burst opens. My two hard nipples pointed accusingly at Frederico and Antonia
through the distressed fabric. The waiter made no attempt at disguise this
time and stopped talking and simply stared. He turned to Frederico and said
something in Italian, indicating me, Frederico and Antonia then joined in
and they had a conversation which was obviously about me, but as if I was
absent. Again, this being treated like an object should have appalled me,
but I found it very erotic. The conversation finished and the waiter stood
there smiling sweetly. I looked to Frederico for explanation. He laughed,
`He said he thinks you are the type of girl no-one can satisfy, but he would
love to try. I told him I had spent the morning trying.' He was quite
unashamed about it, which pre-empted my anger. `Antonia told him you had
fucked two strangers on a train yesterday and that wasn't enough for you. He
asked if you would like to come round the back and him and his friend would
try. He is waiting for an answer.' I had a powerful vision of going out the
back of the restaurant and letting both waiters fuck me. Something strange
was happening to me, these weren't my usual kind of thoughts. I did actually
consider it. But I shook my head, the fun here had been in the teasing, the
act would be redundant, `no, thankyou.' The waiter looked crestfallen, but
he sighed comically and left. Antonia beamed approvingly. I had made the
right choice. This is what they had wanted to show me, that the decision was
mine.

"Then we talked about my trip and they asked what I planned to do. I had
intended to go south, to Rome and Naples, then across to Greece. But money
was a factor and I wanted to stay out here as long as possible I explained.
`Can you do bar work?' Frederico asked.

"I had worked behind the bar at University, and in our local pub. I found it
easy work and had always been popular. `Good,' he was taking a mobile phone
from his brief case. They were something of a rarity then, this one was like
an army radio unit. `I have a friend who runs a bar in a resort on Capri. He
likes to attract English and German tourists.'

"I butted in, `oh, I speak German.' He nodded, dialling the number,
`Excellent then. He can give you a job I am sure. Would you like that?' It
sounded ideal, so after a brief conversation with his friend in Italian he
hung up and took out a piece of paper. `It is all settled. This is the name
of the bar, his name is Guiseppe. He is an old friend of mine and a good
man. There is plenty of cheap accommodation around there, so I've asked him
to arrange something for you. I've told him to pay you a proper wage too. He
has his daughter coming back in three weeks and she will want the job then,
but until then it is yours.'

"I was very grateful, although I wondered what else he had told him. Again I
felt at a disadvantage, which was unnerving. Still, as Frederico had been
illustrating I could be in control, so nothing need happen I didn't want to.
I thought I'd quiz Antonia on what Frederico had said to Guiseppe later.

"It was Antonia who was looking at me very seriously now and asking, `Dawn,
do you think that after yesterday and today you will be having the same type
of trip you planned originally?'

"I blushed, because this was exactly what I had been thinking after the
flirtation with the waiters. I didn't care about seeing Europe now. `No, I
don't think it can. To be honest I wasn't sure what it was I wanted when I
came away. I just wanted adventure. I thought maybe I might meet some
people, but I didn't anticipate having sex with three strangers in two days,
all of them older than me. I thought maybe I'd have a holiday romance, but
not become some kind of slut. I don't know now. The truth is I've enjoyed
it. These have been the most eventful two days of my life.' I touched
Frederico's hand and continued, `and that was the best fuck I have ever had.
It's made me think about what I want.'

"Antonia took my hand from Frederico's and placed it between both of hers.
`Dawn, I envy you. I love Marcello and I enjoy being with Frederico, but if
I could be young again I would do it differently. You are very beautiful,
and as we have seen, incredibly sexy. But a lot of young girls have those
attributes. In addition you are intelligent and liberated. Look at what you
have done over the past two days. Most young girls would deny themselves
these experiences. You can have an exciting life, one that appears
conventional and yet has this other side. And no one gets hurt and you have
fun. Yes if I was your age I would be a slut too, before the things which
aren't important at all become the only things in your life,'

"She was clever that Antonia. She moulded me over those two days and set the
direction of the next 12 years of my life. I think she understood perfectly
well that had I just had the encounter with Mario and Franco I would have
dismissed it as a one off and probably been appalled with myself. The first
step in altering that was the way she had made me describe it in such detail
the night before. In doing so she had forced me to overcome any shame about
the episode. The second stage was in making love to Frederico. Had I not had
another encounter almost immediately I would have reflected on it too long.
The next action was the one that sealed it. Just like parents are sometimes
accused of living the lives they didn't have through their children, so I
think Antonia saw in me a chance to vicariously enjoy the sexual life she
now regretted not having. Her affair with Frederico was part of this, as she
had explained on the train, the feeling of having let the youthful years be
wasted in caution. She could only go so far now she felt, but with me she
saw unbounded possibilities.

"The first waiter was back with coffees. I had forgotten my blouse was
half-open and wondered why he was looking at me. I ignored him, the moment
had passed. He turned away rather huffily. Frederico chuckled at this, `So
Dawn, have you decided what it is you want?'

"I sat up straight, looked firmly at Antonia and then at Frederico and said
`Yes. I want more sex.'"

Dawn sat back, lit a cigarette and said, "So there you have it. My
transformation was complete. I'd gone from quiet middle-class girl to sex
kitten in two days."

Lisa was looking slightly flustered. Her nipples were erect and were
pronounced through the fabric of her top. Being aroused in front of other
people was a new experience for her and she had no experience of how to
behave. When she spoke it was with a shaky voice. `Wow Dawn. That was some
story. I'm feeling all hot."

Phillip stood up to fetch the food and an obvious erection stretched at his
trousers, almost eye level with Lisa. Dawn laughed, `careful with that thing
Phillip, you'll knock something over."

For a moment all three of them stared at the lump in his trousers, like an
unexpected guest. "Sorry," he said, readjusting himself, "no matter how many
times I hear these stories they still turn me on."

Lisa giggled nervously, "Don't you get jealous?"

"Of course he doesn't. He's got just as many stories, if not more. Perhaps
he'll tell you those some day."

"I'd like that. But I want to hear more about your Europe trip first. What
happened in Naples?"

Dawn waved her away, "no that's for tomorrow night. We still have the
afternoon in Florence to get through yet."

"There's more in Florence?" Lisa was jokingly shocked. "This is almost
becoming real-time."

"Let's have dinner first, sex stories always spoil a good meal I think."
Phillip brought the pasta in a large bowl to the table and they helped
themselves. Whilst they ate no-one spoke. Like at a funeral it became
difficult to find other subjects apart from the one they really wanted to
talk about. Each topic seemed to stumble back to the story Dawn had just
told, like drunks finding their way home. So when Lisa complimented them on
the food, Dawn found herself saying "yes, when Antonia cooked it..oh, well."
Some casual conversation arouse with the arrival of the lamb, but dinner was
rushed, because all three wanted to return to the main event.

When Phillip had opened more wine Dawn was ready to recommence.

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