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A New Dawn - Chapter 3

Previously - In Chapter 1 Dawn has recounted to Lisa the story of her first
sexual adventure, which occurred on a train in Italy at the age of 19. She
stayed that night with the train conductor Marcello and his wife Antonia. In
Chapter 2 Antonia has introduced Dawn to her lover Frederico, who has made
love to her. He has then encouraged her in some exhibitionism in a
restaurant. This story continues from there. Please see the ASSM web site
and search for "New Dawn" for the previous chapters.
Note for US readers - in UK usage 'fanny' is equivalent to pussy, although
perhaps a bit less offensive.

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Chap 3

Dawn caught Phillip gazing obviously at Lisa's breasts as she leant forward
in her tight top. Being drunk he laboured under the delusion that he was
being subtle in his staring. Dawn kicked him under the table and he looked
up blankly, as if he had felt the contact but not the pain and was puzzled
by it. Then he grinned impishly, realising why she had kicked him.

Before she continued with the story Dawn asked Lisa, "so, any thoughts on
that last installment."

Lisa was more prepared this time, "no, apart from I really liked it. I think
I actually liked the flirting with waiters more than the sex part. I found
that very...well, exciting."

"I know what you mean. Do you think I should have fucked the waiters too?"

"Oh, well, I, no, what you did seemed right. As you said you could if you
wanted to."

"Yes, sometimes the actual act is the disappointment. Anyway, after the
waiters had gone, Antonia said `I'm going to take Dawn shopping now for some
clothes.' I didn't know anything about this and made a feeble attempt at
protest, but was too pleased to make much of an effort.

"Frederico opened his wallet and gave Antonia some money, `I wish I could
come with you, nothing would give me more pleasure, but I have to get back
to work. Here, take this,' he turned to me here, `you are not offended? It
is only so Antonia can buy you a nice dress.' I shook my head. It hadn't
occurred to me to be offended that he was giving the money in return for
sex. Then I worried that I should have been offended and perhaps that _was_
the reason behind the money. But I think he just wanted to treat me, and he
knew Antonia didn't have that much money to spare. It was a thoughtful
gesture to help her without causing her embarrassment. Frederico spoke some
Italian to Antonia. She told me he thanked her again for bringing me, and
that they arranged to meet the following Thursday when they would talk all
about it. He said to me, `thank you Dawn this morning has been wonderful.
Tonight I will make love to my wife like I have not done for many weeks. You
are a very special girl. I hope you have the most amazing journey.'

"He kissed Antonia and when he kissed me he reached up and stroked one of my
breasts. Antonia saw it and smirked, but the couple at the table behind
frowned disapprovingly, but I didn't care. It was all I could manage not to
reach down and start rubbing his cock. As we left my nipples were once again
very pronounced through my blouse. The two waiters stood by the exit,
staring at my breasts with exaggerated lust now that they were in on the
game and one pinched my bum. I gave them a wink over my shoulder as we
entered the bustling street and were swept away from the restaurant, so I
didn't even see Frederico leave. Antonia had my hand and dragged me through
confidently. `What are we buying?' I asked when I had managed to get
alongside her.

`I want to get you a sexy dress, and some underwear.'

`Oh. Are you buying anything?'

`Not today, it's all you.'

`Well, as I'm travelling I haven't got much room.'

`Don't worry it won't take up much space. We're going to a shop where I know
them well and they can help us choose.'

"We entered a glass fronted shop, with a discrete dummy wearing a black
dress in one window and a collection of expensive looking shoes in the
other. It was very classy, with paintings on the wall and designer chairs
and sofas. This impossibly beautiful and stylish woman seemed to appear from
behind a dummy and glide up to us. Suddenly my brazen display of breasts
felt silly and cheap, with her wearing this smart trouser suit and elegant
light shoes. She had long, straight black hair and in her shoes was taller
than me. She was thin, with angular cheekbones that gave her a stern look. I
shied back as she approached, slipping behind Antonia. When she saw Antonia
she smiled broadly, which lessened her harsh demeanour dramatically, and
they greeted each other with a kiss on each cheek. Antonia introduced her as
Isabella. She kissed me also, but after a quick, professional appraisal that
I thought concluded that there was something she could work with here. She
didn't seem as aloof as I had first feared, but I didn't feel comfortable
either.

"They spoke for a while, Antonia occasionally indicating me and Isabella
looking me up and down, her hand on her chin. They laughed a few times and
Isabella made some expressions of shock. It was all rather disconcerting and
I would have been offended normally to be spoken about so blatantly, but I
had rather gotten used to it that day. I tried not to appear put out and
went to examine some clothes. They were all designer labels and one simple
blue dress with thin straps had a price, which I translated as  200, which
is a lot now, but was unbelievable back then for a student such as myself. I
had that horrible feeling of being in the wrong place, and had I been on my
own I would have nonchalantly looked at a few more dresses, pretending not
to be shocked by the prices, then fled. But I tried to look as if I belonged
there and sat on a steel, high backed chair waiting for them to finish.

"I asked Antonia what they had been talking about afterwards. She never
tried to hide any of this from me and said that Isabella had asked her about
her lover (it seemed talking of lover's was commonplace in these shops).
Antonia had said that he was very happy, he'd just had a treat, indicating
me. Isabella was enjoyably shocked, `you mean...?; and Antonia had nodded 
and
that had been the laughter. She had told the story of the waiters also, but
not the train. She certainly didn't mind telling people about me, and she
related this with all such openness that it was obvious she didn't see
anything wrong with it, which deflated any outrage I might have felt.
Antonia had gone on to say that I was her friend who she wanted to introduce
into sex. She wanted to buy me a dress that was classy, but which left
little doubt about a desire for sex. Not slutty she had insisted, but
undeniably sexy.

"Antonia called me over, while Isabella went off to collect some dresses she
thought would suit her requirements. `Isabella will give you some dresses to
try on. Make sure you come out and show us how they suit you. I want
something which is as sexy as you are.'

"It was a long shop and Isabella took my arm and guided me down the back.
She seemed warmer now and chatted away in Italian, lifting up each dress. I
made appreciative noises and smiled exaggeratedly. She ushered me into a
neat cubicle. I undressed quickly and lifted up the first dress. The curtain
pulled back slightly and Isabella poked her head in. She took a quick look
at my body, but I was determined not to look naive so I just carried on as
normal. She handed me some black high heels, `you will need some nice shoes
to show off those dresses.' I turned to face her and took the shoes from
her. `Grazi.'

"The first dress was a shiny light blue number, very short which hugged
every curve. It was strapless and had the back cut out so it opened round to
the side. I took a look at myself and was quite pleased. With the shoes on
it made my bum look nice, and it definitely looked expensive. I pulled the
curtain back and made an extravagant exit. The only way to get away with
this was to be confident, if I had tottered out tugging down my skirt it
would have just been pathetic. Antonia was sitting in a plush velvet chair
and Isabella was standing next to her. They both stopped talking and looked
up expectantly. They were approving, but not over impressed, much to the
disappointment of my pampered ego. Isabella spoke and Antonia translated,
`it is nice but not your colour. And it does not make enough of your
breasts. There is a better dress in there.'

"The next one was a full length black dress with straps down the front to my
navel. These pushed my boobs flat giving a good amount of flesh on either
side. It was open at the back to just above my bum. It looked like an
evening gown and I felt very sophisticated. Antonia beamed at this one and
Isabella was more positive. But they decided it was too formal, and maybe I
wouldn't get the opportunity to wear it too often. I disagreed, saying I
thought I could wear it to a variety of functions. But I may have been
swayed by the price tag of  400.

"We stood there arguing for a bit, and I said I didn't know what Antonia had
in mind. Isabella said, `we need a man's opinion. Wait there.' She then went
back up the shop and spoke to a middle aged man who was looking through some
dresses. She had a brief conversation, pointing towards me. He nodded in
agreement and she led him towards us. `This is Fillipo. He has offered to
give his opinion.' He bobbed his head shyly and we introduced ourselves and
I went back in to try on the next one. This was a blue dress, with thin
straps and midlength skirt. Quite simple, but I felt very comfortable in it.
It had under support so it pushed my tits up, and was low cut across these.
Everyone liked this one. Fillipo was given first verdict. `Very sexy, if I
saw someone wearing that I would follow them around the room.' I nodded my
thank you. Antonia thought it was perfect and Isabella thought it suited my
body shape and skin tone.

"Isabella then spoke to Antonia for a bit and she then told me, `we like
this one, but now that Isabella has seen you in some dresses she has some
more ideas. So can you just try on some more to be sure.' I didn't see the
point, but Isabella was off collecting more outfits already.

"The next one was not a dress, but some black PVC trousers and a matching
halter top. This was cut down the side, so the sides of my breasts were
clearly visible. The trousers were incredibly tight and I struggled to pull
them on. My knicker line was too visible so I took them off and put the
trousers back on. It gave such a smooth appearance to my bum that it just
begged to be patted. I wasn't sure I could see myself wearing this, I looked
like a stripper, but it did feel very empowering. When I exited Fillipo gave
a low whistle. Isabella half-turned me and indicated how my breasts bulged
provocatively from the side. Antonia asked me turn around so they could see
how it looked from behind. I did so and leant forward to give them a good
view of my bum. There was mumbled agreement all round. I could see Fillipo
was sitting on his hands, presumably to quell the urge to grasp my tightly
clad buttocks. Antonia and Isabella exchanged a knowing look and I realised
we weren't trying clothes on for my benefit any more.

"I went back in to try on the next outfit. This one was long again, tied
around the neck with broad straps which connected below my bust. It was a
nice shape, but the trouble was it was made from a sheer white cotton.
Without my bra my nipples were clearly visible. It was like net curtain
material really. I couldn't see who would possibly wear it. I thought I
can't go out of the cubicle in this, but guessing my reluctance Isabella
pulled the curtain aside and pulled me out. As I stepped out I realised I
had been so absorbed by how visible my breasts were I had forgotten I had
taken my knickers off for the last outfit. I stood there, practically naked
before these three people. `Now that is sexy,' Fillipo said, alternating his
gaze between my breasts and my fanny. `It definitely gives out the right
message' Antonia commented, nodding towards my bush she added, `maybe too
much though'. I thought they were being serious, `but I could never wear it
out.' Isabella was speaking, `she says with the right lingerie underneath it
could look stunning. But I told her that after this lunch you must not be
wearing a bra.'

`Oh,' I said, not really knowing what to say to this.

"I went back in to try on the last outfit. This was a black satin dress with
thin straps and a very short skirt. It was quite loose fitting around my
bust, so when I leant forward you could see my nipples. I thought it was
probably more lingerie than dress, but now was no time to be coy. Antonia
clapped when she saw it and Isabella smoothed it down saying complimentary
words. `It is for the man to decide,' Antonia said. `What do you think
Fillipo?'

"He paused, he had obviously preferred the see-through number. The women
were unanimous in favour of this one and tried to persuade him. `Walk up and
down Dawn. See how here breasts move?' They were jiggling quite a lot
beneath the loose top. I was standing in front of Fillipo now and Isabella
was sitting next to him. She was talking and Antonia kept up a translation.
`We can adjust it if you think that would be better? We could take the skirt
up maybe?' Fillipo nodded and Isabella rolled up an inch of the already
miniscule skirt. Fillipo indicated it should go higher. She rolled up
another inch, so now the bottom half of my fanny was visible. Fillipo
indicated higher again. He was now very obviously stroking an erection
through his trousers. Isabella stood behind me and lifted the skirt up
entirely to reveal my dark red bush. I looked nervously up the shop but it
was empty. `And we could lower the top maybe?' With that she slipped the
straps off my shoulders and the dress tumbled down to my midriff. The best
thing was to be brazen, so I turned round and bent over to give him a good
view of my bum. Isabella slid the satin dress upward and it glided up and
sat on my back. I didn't know what would happen next really, but it was
incredibly erotic, being the centre of attention for these three people. I
heard a zip undo behind me and turned round to see Fillipo had pulled out a
thick penis and was masturbating slowly. I stepped out of my dress now so
was naked apart from the high heels. I stepped back into the closet, with
the curtain open and fixed my eyes on him as I ran my hands over my body.
Then Isabella sat next to him and took his penis in her right hand and
wanked him faster. All three of them were looking at me, so I put on some
poses, running my hand across my bush, and squeezing my breasts. Isabella
seemed to be getting excited and expressing it through the speed with which
she wanked Fillipo. Within a few minutes his cock twitched back and then
lurched forward like someone throwing a headbutt. A big spurt of jism
launched in the air and landed on the carpet between us, like something from
a cheap sci-fi movie. Fillipo quickly pulled out a handkerchief and Isabella
wiped his flagging penis clean. She put it away and zipped him back up and
gave him a tender kiss. He seemed embarrassed and kept looking at the pool
of drying come on the floor. He got up quickly, bowed to me and scurried up
the shop.

"All three of us burst out laughing. `Bravo' Antonia said. `I think it is
the black dress then.' I pulled the curtain closed again, rather stupidly
after what I'd just been doing, but there you have it. I put my trousers
back on, and the red blouse, undone to its now standard point and without a
bra. Needless to say my nipples were so pronounced they looked painfully
constrained against the fabric.

"When I came out Isabella laughed and said something. `She said you look as
though you need sex.' I looked at myself and she was right. I was flushed
red and my chest was heaving.

`I do,' I agreed.

"Isabella went into the cubicle and came out with the see-through dress. She
spoke through Antonia again. `She wants you to have this as a gift.' I
protested but she insisted. `But you must promise never to wear a bra with
it.'

"I nodded my head to show I agreed. We went back up the shop, Isabella
carrying my two new dresses and the shoes. When we got to the counter, which
was round the corner from the changing cubicles, Fillipo was standing behind
it. I was nonplussed. `I didn't know he worked here.'

`Oh yes, he is Isabella's husband.'"

Dawn stopped and looked up. Lisa was leaning forward, impatient for more. At 
this point Phillip brought over the food. `Tuck in,' he said, arranging
bowls of salad and the barbecued meat and vegetables on the crowded table.

"Oh, good," Dawn wiped her hands and piled food on to her plate. Pouring
more wine she inquired of Lisa, `What I'm never sure of is how much of this
was just down to me. You see from the moment I let Franco stroke my hair it
all had a sense of logical progression to it. In two days I had fucked three
strangers, walked around half undressed and stripped in front of another
stranger while his wife masturbated him. Yet it all seemed to make sense,
each one built on the previous experience. It's not that I wasn't in
control, or was doing things against my will, it was more that my threshold
as to what was acceptable was being subtly altered all the time. I
appreciate Antonia had a lot to do with this and was very clever in her way,
but I always knew she was doing it. So, I don't have any perspective on it.
Do you think, given my age, you would have done the same Lisa?"

Lisa had obviously seen this coming and had been thinking about her answer
before the question came. She still didn't seem sure though, and took a big
gulp of wine to ponder further. "I have to say I don't know. I don't think I
ever would have done what you did on the train, but then having done that,
everything else, as you say makes sense. That train situation is one of
those where I could say adamantly `I would never do that' but I expect you
would have said the same before it happened. So I have to say I don't know.
Sorry, wimpish answer."

"No, that's very honest. You didn't just say `No, you're a slut.' That
reaction is too easy."

"Before you continue, can I ask a few things?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Are there things you won't do?"

"God yes, loads. Strangely, in some ways I'm quite straight. I probably
don't do some things that your average girlfriend does. I don't like anal
for a start. I've tried it but I just don't get it. I'm also not keen on
swallowing. I think it comes down to how I view sex. I see it as a
pleasurable, enjoyable act. I don't understand people who want to do `nasty'
sex. I think sex is fun, a really nice thing to do, why would you want to
make it nasty? I won't put up with any domination stuff, and as I said
before dirty talk is out. I remember this very sweet lad once got excited
and said something like `suck it you whore.' I stood up and slapped him so
hard he almost cried. He begged forgiveness, he thought it was part of the
game, but I just left. I won't stand for any of that shit. You might think
it would happen a lot, that I'd get myself in to those situations, but
actually you can tell those types usually. Most people are quite happy,
grateful even to go along with what you have in mind. That's important and
it's something I think I gained in those two days, that you create
situations which have a certain tone, which you are the author of."

Dawn sighed, "sorry, I do go on a bit don't I?"

"That's okay. I've never met anyone who tells stories so well."

"If you're not too embarrassed to say, what do you like best about them? I'm
assuming you like them to keep coming back?"

"The exhibitionism I think. I like that idea of almost exposing yourself or
undressing in public."

"Have you ever done anything like that?" This was Phillip, he pretended to
be concentrating on the food in order to look nonchalant.

"God no. Weeeeell. I have worn some revealing outfits a few times, and I
flashed my boobs to some guys when I got off the train once. I was a bit
drunk coming back from a work's do and they had been staring at me. When I
got off I lifted up my top and flashed them."

"How did that feel?" Phillip was no longer concentrating on his food.

"I liked it. It was the rush before I did it, when the idea crossed my mind
and I got up to leave, I felt quite weak. It was like stealing something.
You ever steal anything?"

"Erm, a book once I think." Phillip confessed.

"Me? Nothing." Dawn stated.

"Well, I had a little period of kleptomania when I was a teenager, you know,
a lot of girls do. And it was that rush before you picked something up. Of
course, I didn't need the things I stole, but for that ten minutes or so
prior to, during and just after the act it was exhilarating. Flashing my
boobs reminded me of that."

"So why didn't you do more of it?"

"Well, I don't know. I grew out of stealing and I don't figure I need
thrills like that anymore."

"But?"

"But what? But you think I might be repressing it? I don't know I go with
that all that American type explore the inner child psychotherapy."

"But?"

She laughed, "okay, stop the buts! I guess I'm comfortable enough now and
maybe a little thrill here and there wouldn't go amiss."

"Want to try it? Why not do a little dare now?" Dawn was leaning forward
now.

"Tell me the rest of this story and maybe tomorrow."

"Okay, but this story has no end until we reach today really. I'll take you
to the next episode tonight. Then Wednesday I want you to turn up here
wearing only one piece of clothing, plus shoes of course."

"Only one piece? What do you mean?"

"Well it can be a pair of knickers if you want, but that would be it. Or a
dress, or some dungarees. Just one item. We'll be going out, so bear that in
mind."

"And you?"

"I'll do the same."

"Okay, it's a deal. Now the rest of the story."

"Right-o. We were at the store, Isabella wrapped up my clothes and we all
kissed on departure. We caught the train back to Antonia's house. I still
didn't bother to do up my blouse and my disheveled appearance attracted a
few looks on the train. Antonia noticed this and smiled to herself.

"She told me she wanted me to tell Marcello all about today, he would enjoy
it. I asked her what I should say about Frederico, since I didn't want to
get her in trouble. She said that she would just call him a friend, she had
lots of friends and he wouldn't think anything of it.

"I tidied myself up a bit but stayed in the same outfit. I wanted to put my
new dress on, but Antonia said it would be better for the story if I was
wearing the same clothes. Marcello came home about an hour later. Antonia
greeted him with great affection, excitedly sitting him down and telling him
we had a great story to tell him. She poured some drinks and brought some
pasta. Poor Marcello looked nonplussed, Antonia was bustling around, food
was being served much quicker than usual and he was staring at my cleavage
all the time.

"We had barely started on the first course when Antonia said `Tell Marcello
about our day Dawn'. I realised dinner was incidental, so plunged in. I told
him how Antonia had arranged a treat for her friend. I started slowly, but
Antonia encouraged me, since she hadn't heard this part. I half-enacted some
scenes, showing how I was on the desk and on the chair. Then I told Marcello
about the waiter scene. I had become quite excited by the retelling of my
encounter with Frederico and my breasts and nipples were swollen. When I did
the half -turn to show how I had flashed half my breast, the blouse caught
like a coat on a peg, but it was clearly visible. Marcello just stared
silently. Then I did the part where I stretched back and I must have tucked
my blouse in too tightly because two buttons burst from the front and flew
across the room. My tits popped out and we all stopped and stared at the
rosy, flushed nipples. I was aching for them to be touched. Antonia stood up
and gathered the buttons.

`Give me your blouse and I'll sow these back on. Put on your new dress.'

"I stood up and removed my blouse. I didn't hurry. I would have been happy
to stay like that. Marcello hadn't taken his gaze from my tits. I went to
the bedroom and took off my trousers, and while I was there I thought I may
as well take off my knickers too. I put on the black dress and went back.
They seemed as though they hadn't moved. Antonia had my blouse on her lap
and was sowing the buttons back on. Marcello resumed staring at me.

"I was so aroused, I was sure they would want me, but it didn't happen. They
poured some coffee, then said they were going to bed. I managed to flash my
fanny to Marcello as he stood up, but he turned away. I felt snubbed.
Antonia gave me the blouse and kissed me goodnight. I went to my room and
lay naked on the bed. I listened to them making love for what seemed like
ages. Antonia was very excited. I was so horny I masturbated furiously,
coming like mad. I hadn't done much of that, but I really needed to. I was
desperate for relief after the waiters, the shop and the dinner."

"You poor girl," Lisa commiserated, "to be left high and dry like that!"

"I know, I was bursting. Anyway I slept well after that and only woke up
when Antonia knocked on my door and brought coffee and a croissant in. I sat
up, letting the silk sheet fall away to reveal my breasts. After what she
had seen yesterday it seemed silly to be shy. She sat on the edge of the bed
while I drank my coffee and ate my breakfast.

`Marcello will take you to the station this morning, so you can get your
train to Naples. I want to say how much I have enjoyed your stay here Dawn.'

"I was halfway through my croissant but mumbled `me too. I'll always
remember it.'

`Will you do me a favour?' She seemed to be talking directly to my breasts.
I looked down at them too. Then I saw here hand reaching out, `finally' I
thought and pulled my shoulders back to proffer them up. My aureola
contracted in anticipation. But she picked a crumb of pastry from the top of
my left breast and put it in her mouth. I looked at her with what I can only
imagine was an expression of desperate pleading. But chewing absentmindedly
on the pastry she continued, `will you promise to write to me with all the
details of your adventures?'

`Of course,' I said, realising this was the aim of her visit.

"She gave me a piece of paper with her address on it. `Bless you,' she said.
`You have no idea how happy it will make us. And of course, you can come and
visit whenever you want.' She kissed me on the forehead and left."

"So, did you write to her?"

"Yes, and is I still do. In fact four or so years ago Phillip and I went to
visit them. Now that is a story you must hear, I had quite a surprise on
that trip."

"What?" Lisa squealed, giggling. "You must tell me."

"No, it's too long and would spoil the flow of this one. But if you're a
good girl I'll tell you one day."

"So then you went to Naples?"

"Patience Lisa" Phillip admonished.

"I got dressed in some shorts and a vest top, all very sensible and unsexy.
I packed up my stuff, including cramming my new dresses and shoes in so they
creased unforgivably. Antonia kissed me goodbye on the stairs, crying as if
I were her daughter leaving home, then Marcello took me into Florence in his
Panda. As we sat in traffic I built up the courage to ask him, `Marcello,
the other day on the train. Did you watch me?'

"He pretended he didn't understand but the answer was in his blushes. I
laughed, wagging my finger at him, `naughty Marcello.'

`You are not angry?' he was very nervous.

`No, why should I be? Tell me, did you enjoy it?'

"He played with the gear stick and then mumbled, `yes, a lot.'

`Can I ask you another question?' He continued playing with gear stick, but
didn't say no. `Why didn't you make a move on me?'

`Why I no make love to you?' he queried and I nodded. `It is not right. In
the house we have a... how you say... a law?'

`A rule?'

`Si, a rule. It must never be in our home. It would spoil everything. We
never say the rule, but we both know it. I know about Frederico, but I know
it is never in the house. That is for Antonia and me.'

"I suppose it made sense. I didn't want to ask about Frederico and how he
felt about that. I felt sorry for him. `Do you have a lover?' I asked. What
would be an outrageous question to ask so blatantly in England seemed
perfectly normal here.

"He did the sort of hand movement. `A woman, she works on the railway. She
is young, but her husband is not good to her, so sometimes she comes to me.'

`Marcello?' He looked at me as we inched forward. `We're not in the house
now.'

`Sorry?'

`Us, we're not in the house now. So your rule does not apply, does it?'

`Nooo' he said slowly.

`Good.' I stroked my hand up his thigh. `I want to give you a thankyou
present.' I was rubbing his crotch now and could feel his cock harden
beneath his blue uniformed trousers.

`But there are others,' he indicated the cars next to us, we were
practically stationary.

`Do you think they'll mind?' I asked. The car next to us was a Mercedes, so
slightly higher than our Panda. It contained just a single businessman who
was shaving as he waited. `I don't think he will.' With that I unzipped
Marcello's fly and pulled out his member. I wanked it slowly, so the arm
movements weren't too visible. He sighed. `I really wanted you and Antonia
to come to me last night,' I whispered.

"Then I undid my seat beat and leant down, taking his cock in my mouth and
slowly working it up and down. Marcello pulled my top up as I lay on my side
and put his hand down my bra. He massaged my breasts vigourously, I guess he
had been dying to do that for two days now. I stopped sucking and continued
wanking him, his cock inches from my face. I'd never really studied one up
close before. The skin was so much darker than elsewhere on his body, and
the big vein protruded like an elevator shaft on the outside of a
skyscraper. I gave him some encouragement, `did you think of me when you
fucked Antonia last night?'

`Si' he moaned. Taking him back in my mouth I looked up to see the
businessman next to us staring, his razor in hand. I gave him a wink and he
mouthed something to me. Marcello had pulled my bra below my breasts, so he
had a good view of those. I reached over to the back seat where I had thrown
my rucksack and pulled out my trusty yellow cloth, which poked out.
Marcello's penis exited from my mouth with a resounding slurp like a child
removing an ice-lolly, and I moved over so I was practically sitting on his
lap. Facing him I masturbated him vigourously saying `pretend your fucking
me Marcello.' And he did, rubbing my breasts and bouncing me up and down. I
cast a quick look to our friend in the next car, who was obviously
masturbating now. Then Marcello pulled me to him and I just managed to wrap
the cloth around his cock as he came. I could feel it pulsing beneath the
cloth, as if struggling to be free, then the movement subsided and I felt
the moisture soak through the material as it faded in my hand. Just then
there were three loud horn blasts and the cars behind the Mercedes and us
were both telling us to move along, since the cars in front were now a good
100 yards away. I slipped off and tidied myself up. The Mercedes driver gave
me a quick wave when he took the next exit.

"Marcello didn't speak for a while. `Are you okay?' I was worried he may be
feeling guilty about Antonia. I wasn't, I'm sure she would appreciate it.

`Yes, thank you dawn. You did not have to do that.'

"I kissed him on the cheek, `no, but I wanted to.'

`Can I ask a favour?'

`Go on.'

`Is it okay to tell Antonia? She would like this story.'

"I thought he was going to ask the exact opposite, for me to keep it from
her, so I laughed. They never stopped surprising me these Italians. `Of
course. Do you mind if I tell her in my next letter also?' I knew she would
appreciate my point of view and details such as the Mercedes driver, who
Marcello had failed to notice, or would not mention if he had.

`No, she would like that.'

"We were soon at the station and he showed me where to get the train. Then
he kissed me goodbye and made me promise to write. I had an instant attack
of nostalgia as he walked away and I almost ran after him yelling I wanted
to stay longer. But I knew there'd be lots of times like these and I had to
harden myself to them.

"So that's it, Florence is finally finished. Tell me Lisa can you see
anything significant in my encounter with Marcello?"

"What apart from the fact that you have to have some form of sex every day?"
she joked.

"Yes, apart from that."

"It was the first one that you initiated. It was about you testing your
powers wasn't it?"

"Full marks!"

Lisa bowed, "see I am paying attention."

"Oh I can see that."

Lisa wondered if Dawn was referring to her erect nipples. She should have
worn a looser top tonight. "So on to Naples is it?

Dawn looked at her watch. "It's nearly one and we've all got work tomorrow.
So that's probably enough for one sitting. It's tiring to tell these, and we
can only take so much arousal. Look at poor Phillip, I'm going to have to
relieve him before he can sleep tonight. Why don't you come back tomorrow?
Let's have a barbecue out on the balcony and I'll give you the next
installment. It'll probably be quite a long session tomorrow, so be
prepared."

Lisa didn't hide her disappointment, but she acquiesced. As they kissed her
goodnight Dawn made sure her hand touched her side for slightly longer than
it should have.

When she had gone Phillip handed Dawn a drink and massaging her neck he
asked "Tomorrow night do you think?"

"Mmmm. I'm sure we could do. But I plan to make her wait. The longer we keep
her in these aroused state the more likely she is to have the same sort of
feeling I did. If we do it now we probably won't see her again. She needs
more stories."

Phillip kissed her neck and stroked her stomach under her top. "Now what
about that relief you promised..."

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