My First Time In Rome

Heathrow Airport, London, 10th April 2025

When my mother first told me that she was working on my eighteenth birthday I was predictably pissed off. Every year on my birthday we go away somewhere, Mum is cabin crew for British Airways and she gets free flights; we’ve been all over the world. I was looking forward to a trip away with her somewhere special as this is a milestone birthday.

I’m not what you’d call the sociable type, the few friends I do have are gamers like me. My birthdays are usually a trip away with Mum and then a small family gathering with my aunt (Mum’s sister) and uncle and their two children. They live opposite us so we’re very close. I’ve got no dad though, it’s just mum and me at home. Well, obviously I’ve got a dad somewhere but I’ve never met him. Mum got pregnant with me when she was eighteen and he did a runner. What a cunt.

Anyway, as much as I love my aunt and uncle and my little cousins, spending my eighteenth birthday with them without Mum was not what I had in mind when I pictured my celebrations. But I cheered up when I found out the reason why she wasn’t with me on the actual day.

Her scheduled flight for my birthday was to Charlotte, in North Carolina, which is not the most exciting of places and she only had a one night layover before she had to return. We’ve never managed to visit Rome and it’s long been one of the places I wanted to see. So when she told me she’d arranged a trip to Rome I brightened up and felt guilty for my initial reaction, which was not my proudest moment (yes, I had a hissy fit.)

Things got even better though. Mum wouldn’t be able to join me in Rome until the day after I arrived and she didn’t want me to be alone. Coincidentally, Natalie, her friend and fellow trolly dolly (a term they hate) was working the flight I was booked on, so Mum arranged for her to spend time with me until she arrived the following day. Natalie is twenty-five and fucking gorgeous. She’s a five-foot-five brunette with killer curves and is cute as hell. It helps that she’s a genuinely nice person too. We know her outside of work as well, she’s a friend of my aunt and it was mum who got her the job at BA. I first met her at a barbecue when I was fifteen and I’ve had a massive crush on her ever since.

I was looking forward to my day with her but I was nervous as hell. I have very little experience socialising with girls and zero intimate experience. Yes, I’m a virgin. Although Mum has tried hard to rectify that by introducing me to girls to try and get me ‘off that bloody computer’ and into the ‘real world’.

Then there’s the whole Air Stewardess thing. I mean, you can’t live with a Mum who’s BA Cabin Crew, and whose social circle are mostly cabin crew and not develop a fetish for those uniforms. My laptop is full stewardess porn, if Mum ever went through my hidden folders or my browser history she’d hit the roof. But I suppose most lads my age would say the same thing.

On the day of the flight I checked in at Heathrow and the woman smiled when she saw my passport, recognising me as her colleague’s son. She wished me a happy birthday and was able to upgrade me to first class. To be honest I was expecting an upgrade, we get them all the time but it depends on whether or not the seats are sold out, and today I was in luck. I spent the next couple of hours waiting in the first-class lounge where I ate some very yummy free food before I boarded. I turned left when I got on and saw Natalie, who came up and gave me a big hug. My heart began to beat a fast rhythm and there was definite twitching in my jeans, all from one little hug.

“Happy Birthday!”

“Thank you. And thanks for agreeing to put up with me until Mum arrives.”

“Oh don’t be daft, when your mum told me what she had in mind I bit her arm off. Come on, let’s get you comfy, I’ll be looking after you on the flight.”

Natalie fussed over me for a bit, putting my luggage in the locker and making sure I had everything I needed then left to get ready for take off. I’ll never get tired of perving on stewardesses. The British Airways uniform is a blue skirt with a white shirt, red and blue cravat thingy and a blue jacket, and they wear black tights and high heels. Natalie rocks it, she looked fantastic. The way her arse wiggled as she walked up the aisle was hypnotic.

We arrived a little over two hours later and once I was through immigration and customs I met up with Natalie and we got a taxi to the apartment, a place she’d stayed in a few times before (Rome is one of her regular flights). It’s called the Appartamenti Torre Argentina, it’s in the heart of the city, opposite the Largo di Torre Argentina, an ancient ruin which is the place where Julius Caesar was murdered. Talk about having history on your doorstep.

“It looks nice here,” I said, as we went into the apartment.

“I get good rates because I stay here so often. The kitchen is over here, it’s small but I usually don’t do much cooking, the restaurants are so good in Rome. Over here is the bathroom, it’s small but clean. And lastly, here is the bedroom. I’ll be back in a jiffy, I just need to use the bathroom.”

I frowned and thought about what she just said, bedroom, singular, not plural, there was no second bedroom. Looks like I’m sleeping on the sofa then. Ah, maybe it’s a sofa bed, I thought and went to check. I was pulling it about looking for some sort of indication that opened out when Natalie came back in the room.

She clipped-clopped across the marble floor in her heels and frowned at me, “What are you looking for?”

“I was wondering if this is a sofa bed?”

“You noticed there is only one bedroom then?”

“Yeah, but it’s fine, I can sleep here and…”

She stepped dangerously close to me, I could smell the scent of her perfume as her eyes seemed to burrow into my soul. It was too much, I stepped back and looked at my feet.

“You’re not sleeping on the sofa, we need to talk,” she said, gesturing for us to sit on the sofa.

“I had this glorious speech all worked out but now we’re here it’s completely gone from my head. Before I begin, you need to promise me you won’t freak out.”

My heart was pumping like crazy, what could she possibly say that might make me freak out?

“Okay, I promise not to freak out.”

“When your Mum found out six months ago that she would be working on your birthday she was torn apart with guilt. We were chatting and she asked me what she could do to make your birthday special. We were both at a loss for ideas, so I suggested she have a look through your laptop to see if she could get an idea as to what you might like. The only clues she found were computer games, and you know how she feels about them, and erm, one other thing.”

I went red in the face and my heart was threatening to burst.

Natalie held my hand and said, “It’s fine Scott, all young men your age look at porn, lots of girls do too, me included. Anyway, given what your mum does for a living neither of us thought it any wonder that you like the whole Cabin Crew thing, you’re certainly not alone, lots of guys do. But this didn’t really give us any ideas for a birthday present for you. Not until your mother and I were on a layover in Madrid a little while ago.”

“Why, what happened in Madrid?”

“Hey, what happens in Madrid…” she said and winked at me with a giggle, “anyway, as is often the case with your mum, the conversation was soon all about you. Besides her agonising over a birthday present, she was worried that a handsome young man like you had not yet had a girlfriend and was frustrated that you spend all your time indoors on your computer. I asked if she thought you might be gay.”

“What? Gay, er no, I’m not gay.”

“Don’t be offended, there’s nothing wrong with being gay. Anyway, she said you’re definitely straight. I asked how she knew and she said that she had seen the way you look at girls and that she thought you had a crush on me. Is that true, do you have a crush on me?”

I couldn’t believe my mother told Natalie about that. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.

“Erm, yeah, a bit. Okay, more than a bit actually. But not in a creepy way, I’m not a stalker or anything weird like that.”

She smiled and said, “It’s okay, I was flattered. Very flattered actually. So, that night in Madrid we had way too much Sangria and got talking and came up with an idea of what to get you for your birthday. Any guesses what is it yet?”

“A trip to Rome,” I said with a shrug.

She grinned and said, “Sort of,” she said, standing up.

I couldn’t quite believe my eyes when she began unbuttoning her blouse, right there just a foot or so in front of me.

“How about now, any clues yet?” she said, reaching for the last of the buttons.

“I er...”

My heart was going berserk, and now I had a new problem growing very quickly in my jeans.

She opened her blouse then tossed it aside, revealing a black lace bra through which I could almost see her nipples. She went to take off the red and blue cravat thingy they wear, but then shook her head.

“I think I’ll leave this on. But this skirt will have to go.”

She reached behind and unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor then kicked it across the room. A black lace suspender belt sat atop her curvy hips and was holding up black stockings. Over this, she wore a tiny pair of black knickers, which as she turned and did a twirl for me I could see was a thong. I didn’t know where to put my eyes, they were darting about all over her body, but she seemed happy to let me look, so I took the opportunity to burn as much of this into my brain as possible.

“So how about now, any ideas what your present might be yet?”

I had a bloody good idea what I wanted it to be but I dare not even think it. I just shook my head like an idiot and sat there gawping at her.

“I think you do know but are too scared to say it,” she said, then stepped slowly forward.

She moved on top of me, straddling me with one knee on either side on the sofa and ran her fingers through my hair.

“My my,” she said, grinding down on my crotch, “I think someone is pleased to see me.”

“Sorry, I…I…”

“Nothing to be sorry about, it’s the reaction I was hoping for. So then, shall I tell you what your birthday pressie is?”

I nodded like a lunatic, “Yes, please.”

“Me. I am your present. You get to do whatever you want with me until I leave tomorrow morning.”

“Seriously? This isn’t a joke? You and my mother came up with this idea?”

“I promise you it’s no joke, and yes, your mother and I came up with this idea. With the help of a lot of Sangria.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“I thought you might be a little shy at first, it’s only natural. How about I ease us into things? If there’s anything you want from me, just say so, okay?”

“Okay,” I said, with yet more crazy head nodding.

“Maybe I should continue unwrapping your present,” she said and reached behind her back.

She unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, revealing a wonderful pair of full, round breasts with small pink nipples placed perfectly in the centre. She leaned forward and kissed me like I’d never been kissed before. I wish I could say I suddenly found my confidence and ravished her on the spot, but the truth is I was frozen stiff.

She grabbed a handful of my T-shirt and said, “Arms up.”

She pulled it off me then leaned in to kiss me again. The feeling of her breasts pressed against my bare chest was glorious. With what I thought was immense bravery I let my hands wander along her nylon-clad legs. She broke off our kiss and smiled at me.

“That’s it, you can touch me however you like, remember, I’m yours.”

Then she leaned back a little and took my hands and placed them on her breasts.

“Do you like my tits?”

“They’re magnificent.”

“Have a good feel, they’re yours.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I fondled and squeezed them and pinched her nipples until she leaned forward again and lifted one to my face. I took the nipple in my mouth and suckled, letting my hands roam over her bum cheeks. We sat there for quite a while like that, kissing and feeling each other's bodies. I wanted more but was too scared to ask, but Natalie seemed to know what I was thinking. She stood up, slipped her heels off and removed the cravat thingy, then grabbed a cushion and dropped it at my feet. It wasn’t until she knelt down that I realised her intention. She unbuckled my belt, undid my jeans and slipped them down my legs and off me.

Placing her fingers in the waist of my boxers she said, “Lift up,” then pulled them off me.

Her eyes went wide as she stared at my hard-on. Then she looked me in the eye briefly before staring at my cock again, which of course was rock hard and dripping pre come.

“Bloody hell.”

“What?” I said, staring down.

“They say it’s always the quiet ones you need to watch out for.”

“What do you mean? Is everything okay?”

“Everything is more than okay,” she said, wrapping her hand with her red finger nails around my cock and stroking it.

“I just wasn’t expecting you to be so big.”

Then she lowered her head and licked me from root to tip and back again. She did this several times before sinking the head of my cock into her mouth. I couldn’t compute what was happening, the girl of my dreams, who’d I’d been crushing on for years, was half naked, dressed in hot lingerie and sucking me off. In fact, it felt too good, she’d only gone up and down a few times and I was already near to popping.

“Um, Natalie, maybe slow down a bit, I’m close already.”

She lifted her head up and smiled at me, still stroking my cock.

“That’s the whole point, just come in my mouth whenever you’re ready and then we can…OH MY…”

I didn’t realise just how close I was, the casual stroking was enough to take me over the edge. I blew a huge spurt of come on her face. To her credit she reacted quickly and shoved my cock back in her mouth to catch the rest, bobbing her head up and down like crazy to milk the last out of me. What surprised me was that she didn’t complain about it or attempt to clean it up. She lavished my cock with attention until I was drained and it dropped to a semi.

When she was done she she grinned and said, “There now, that’s better,” then went to the bathroom to clean herself up.

I didn’t know what to do so I just sat there and waited for her. When she came back I got a big kick out of watching her boobs wiggle as she walked in her stockings and suspenders.

“I’m having a glass of wine, do you want one?”

“Not for me thanks.”

“There’s beer if you’d prefer?”

“No, I’m fine thanks.”

When she sat down next to me I took a deep breath and said, “Um, I’m sorry about that.”

“Sorry about what?”

“You know, coming so quickly, and on your face, without warning.”

“To be fair you did try to warn me. But I don’t mind a load on my face if that’s what you like. And I don’t think you did come quickly. Don’t forget, I gave you quite a build-up, stripping off like that and all the foreplay and stuff. I thought you held back quite admirably.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Of course I do. Scott, I promise not to lie to you, I’ll always tell you the truth, okay?”

“Okay, and I promise the same.”

“Good. So um, you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to, but have you ever had a blow job before?”

“No, that was my first.”

“Have you ever had sex?”

I shook my head.

“Well, I am honoured to be your first, and I promise to do everything I can to make this a memorable experience.”

“It already is, like, even if that was it and nothing else happened it would still be the best birthday I’ve ever had. I’d rather be here with you than with anyone else in the world.”

“Awe, you say the nicest things. Trust me, if you speak to girls from the heart like that then they’ll be putty in your hands. And I feel the same way, there’s nobody else I’d rather be with right now.”

“Really? I thought you’d have loads of hunky rich men throwing themselves at you.”

“Don’t put yourself down, you’re very handsome. But it’s what’s inside that counts and you’re a nice guy. I wouldn’t have done this if you weren’t, no matter how hunky or rich you were. It might surprise you to know that I’ve been looking forward to this for quite some time.”

“Seriously?”

“Uh-huh. It was quite a turn-on getting all dressed up in my lingerie and knowing that I was going to give you the big reveal once we got here. It still is in fact, because I am quite sure that once you are in your stride there will be no stopping you. The thought that you could decide to fuck me at any moment with that chunk of meat you’re packing? Yeah, that’s a turn-on, big time. So, I’ve confessed, now it’s your turn.”

“My turn?”

“Uh-huh, confess, what turns you on.”

“I’m eighteen, everything turns me on.”

“HA! Fair point,” she said with a laugh.

“Obviously you, you’re gorgeous, and what you’re wearing of course.”

“Awe, thank you.”

We chatted for a while and until she noticed my hard-on returning, then she stood up and led by the hand to the bedroom. She put her arms around my neck and we kissed passionately. My nerves were gone, I felt excited and incredibly turned on. Her skin was so soft, she felt wonderful pressed against my naked body. My erection was now proudly standing up and pressed between our bodies. She dropped to her knees and took my cock in her hand, slowly moving it up and down as she licked my balls. Then she looked up at me.

“Come whenever you like, don’t worry about holding out, just let go when you want to. In me, on me, whatever, okay?”

“Okay, but I came not long ago, I think that this time I’ll be more…”

“It doesn’t matter, I meant what I said, whenever, wherever, it’s your choice,” Then she winked at me and sunk her mouth on my cock and began blowing me.

I felt like a king as she knelt at my feet and blew me and I began to feel little more confident, just enough to move things along.

“Um, can you stand up please?”

“Of course,” she said with a cute smile.

I sat on the bed with her in front of me and put my fingers in the waistband of her thong. But then my confidence left me, I needed reassurance and was about to ask if this was okay but she sensed my hesitation and urge me on.

“Go ahead, help yourself.”

Savouring the moment I pulled the waistband out towards me so I could peer inside. She was hairless, her bald lips were nestled neatly in the fabric between her legs. I inched her thong down slowly until it was around her thighs and her pussy was fully revealed to me for the first time. Two plump lips with neat pink folds poking through were now just inches from my face. I leaned forward and kissed her mons and breathed in the heady, musky scent.

“Don’t feel rushed, you can explore me all you like. Or fuck me, it’s up to you.”

“I’m definitely in an exploring mood.”

She giggled and said, “You’ve got an access all areas pass, would you like a VIP tour?”

“That sounds good to me.”

She pulled her thong down and stepped out of it, then spread her legs. She slid her fingers through her folds and spread them open, holding the pose for a moment before turning around. She spread her legs wider and bent over, then reached behind and pulled her bum cheeks apart. That vision was now permanently burned into my brain. I could see her puckered arsehole sitting atop her glistening lips, it was too tempting not to touch. I tentatively reached out and rubbed her pussy, she didn’t flinch, she just stayed put. Feeling more confident I pushed my middle finger in her cunt, slowly at first, then all the way in.

“Now you know where your cock goes. There are other places it goes to.”

“Like your mouth.”

“Uh-huh, that one you know about, the second one you’ve got your finger in right now, but the third one you should be able to see as well.”

Oh my god…she was talking about her arse! I pulled my finger out of her pussy, it was soaking wet, then placed on the puckered little hole of her bum and rubbed it about.

“Go on…in it goes.”

Who was I to argue with the girl? As I slipped my finger inside she tensed briefly then relaxed as I delved deeper. I needed to taste her, the feeling was overwhelming. I pulled my finger out, grabbed her hips and buried my face between her cheeks. My tongue found her pussy and lapped away licking a thirsty dog.

“Mmmm, that feels good,” she said, “Fancy a sixty-nine?”

“God yes.”

I laid down on the bed, she climbed on top and straight away swallowed my cock. The view of her like this was awesome, everything I’d ever dreamed of was right there in my face. I spread her pussy lips and enjoyed the view for a moment before sliding my tongue up and down her slit. When it touched her clit she groaned, okay I thought, time to give a little back now. I started slowly flicking my tongue up and down on her clit and was rewarded with more muffled groans. As I built up the speed her attention on my length was waning as her pleasure grew. After a few minutes she rested her head on my thigh and just held my cock against her face as she ground down onto my face, urging me on.

“Oh yes Scott, that’s it, don’t stop, I’m gunna come.”

I had no intention of stopping. Her juices were flowing, covering my face and trickling down my throat as kept up the pace on her clit. Then her whole body tensed before she relaxed and shivered violently while yelling loudly. To my surprise, as her orgasm hit its apex she pushed my cock down her throat. As I carried on licking she was moaning deeply, the vibrations on my cock felt fucking brilliant as she rode her climax. I was drinking down what felt like bucket loads of juice, it was in heavenly but my jaw began to ache, nobody tells you how hard licking pussy actually is. I stopped for a second and moved my jaw about, as I did my cock fell from her mouth and she gave out a long, satisfied growl. I sensed she’d had enough and contented myself with planting little kisses on her pussy.

“That was amazing,” she said.

“Yeah, that was a lot of fun.”

Then she sat up, her movements were slow and awkward as she looked over her shoulder at me.

“I need you inside me.”

She inched down the bed, with one knee on either side of me, still with her back turned to me. When she was hovering over my cock her hand appeared between her legs and grabbed hold of me, guiding it to the spot, and then she slowly sank backwards. Warm, wet velvet is how I’d describe it. It was amazing to see how her pussy just happily accepted my cock as her lips spread apart and enclosed around my length. I could see everything clearly as my length disappeared inside her. I’d fantasised countless times about who I’d lose my virginity to and what it would be like and I can tell you now, losing it in the reverse cowgirl position to Natalie while we are in Rome was never one of those fantasies, that would have seemed outrageously unrealistic, but here we are.

Back and forth she went, sliding my dick in and out while I got the full porn film view of it all. Maybe five minutes later she climbed off me then swung around so she was facing me. She straddled me, then reached underneath, guided me inside her and slowly sank my length inside her wet cunt, a huge grin appeared on her face when she’d taken the whole length.

“My god Scott, your cock feels amazing.”

“So does your pussy, I’d never dreamt it would feel this good.”

Then she started moving up and down, her tits were bouncing like crazy as she impaled herself on me at an ever increasing pace. Her right hand slipped between her legs and rubbed her clit and I couldn’t resist reaching out and grabbing her tits.

“Oh god, yes, that’s it, I’m close, pinch my nipples…” I did as she asked, her face screwed up and she said, “Harder, pinch them hard.”

I gave them a good hard squeeze and she yelled out loudly, half in pain, half in pleasure.

“Ahhh fuck, ah…ah…ah.”

Each time she sank fully down on me she let out an ‘ah’, almost like a porn star.

“I’m coming, Christ…I’m coming.”

The result of her orgasm began to trickle down my length and onto my balls as she came. She carried on for maybe two or three minutes, screaming and yelling all sorts of incoherent stuff. We were now so wet I could hear the squelching noises as we fucked. Then rather abruptly she rolled off me, covered in sweat and panting heavily.

“Sorry, I…I couldn’t take any more…too intense,” she said between gasps of breath.

She laid on her side next to me with her head on my chest, after a short while her hand found its way to my cock and gently held on to it.

She kissed me and said, “That was out of this world.”

“Not bad for a first-timer I suppose.”

“Trust me, you’re a natural. Oh heck, I just realised, you didn’t come, did you?”

“Nah, but that’s okay, maybe later we can…”

“You can wait if you like,” she said and squeezed my cock, “But you’re still hard, why don’t we take care of that now?”

“Well, if you insist.”

“Oh, I do insist. But my pussy is still a bit sensitive, how would you like to put it in my bum instead?”

“Bloody hell, really?”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, please, with bells on.”

She giggled, “Okay. So, given your size, we need to start off carefully. I’ll lie on my side, you get behind me and just go slowly at first. Now, don’t get worried if I yell out, it will hurt, but only for a minute or two. Once you’re inside me and I’ve got used to you we’ll be fine and you can bang away.”

“Natalie, are you sure about this? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Don’t worry, I secretly like the hurty bit. Yeah, I know, I’m a weirdo like that. If I yell out and stuff just ignore me and carry on. I’ll say stop if I need you to. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“Cool,” she said and rolled onto her side.

She spat in her hand and reached back and rubbed into her arse, I copied her and did the same, covering the end of my cock in saliva. I nudged at what I thought was her anus until she reached back and guide me in.

“There, that’s it, push a little, then back off and go back and push some more.”

At first there was no give at all, the second time she loosened up a little but I was still a long way from getting in there. The third time I felt less resistance so I pushed a little harder.

“Ouch.”

“Sorry, I…”

“Don’t stop unless I say so…”

I pushed again.

“Oweee, oweee, oweee. Ahhh, fuck, fuck, fuck…ah…almost there, keep going,” she said through gritted teeth.

I kept sliding in slowly and with a final gentle push I slipped inside and she let out a big sigh.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, just give me a minute, stay there.”

While Natalie grew accustomed to me being in her butt, I kissed her neck and reached around to fondle her tits. Then I felt her arse muscles tighten around my cock and she pushed back onto me. I took this as a sign to begin moving inside her once more and very slowly pushed forward.

“Christ Scott, your cock feels so big in my arse.”

“Too big?”

“Nah, I’m okay now, you can pick up the pace.”

I could now understand why guys are so obsessed with anal, it’s amazingly tight, every inch of my cock was wrapped in soft warm flesh, the feeling was out of this world. I began by pulling out, then pushing in slowly until I was buried balls deep in her bum.

“Oh my god…that’s so…fuck yes, oh my god yes.”

Okay, clearly she was enjoying this. I gave her a few more strokes like that, but I wasn’t very comfortable in this position.

“Let’s move, can you get on all fours?”

She looked over her shoulder, “Classic arse fuck from behind eh? I’m good with that,” she said with a cute giggle.

We prised ourselves apart and she got onto her hands and knees, placing her shoulders and head on the bed so her bum was sticking up high in the air. A glistening pussy and puckered little arse were all there for the taking and I plunged inside her arse, the **** of my stroke pushed the air from her lungs with a grunt. I moved in and out with ever more speed, causing my balls to bash against her cunt. She moved a hand underneath and began rubbing her clit as I picked up the pace.

When her climax approached she tensed up, which caused her muscles to contract, gripping my cock tightly and giving me the most intense sensations. I couldn’t hold out any longer and just as Natalie began screaming with the results of her orgasm I burst my load deep inside her arse, pumping her full of hot, sticky come as she yelled and moaned in delight. My own orgasm was just as intense as hers, my body tensed up and my cock was so alive with electric pulses that it was almost too much to bear. When I’d finally finished unloading in her she collapsed forward onto the bed. I just about managed to stay inside her as I fell on top of her and laid there panting and sweating with my dwindling cock still inside her bum.

“Jesus Christ, Scott. Either you’re a lying bastard and have been doing this for years, or you’re a gifted genius with a magic cock bestowed on you by the gods.”

“So you enjoyed it then?” I said sarcastically.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I don’t think I’ll walk straight for a week.”

“There is one problem though.”

“Oh?”

“You’ve ruined it for everyone else, I mean talk about setting the bar high.”

“Haha, sorry, not sorry.”

We spent ages cuddling and talking on the bed before hunger drove us out to a little restaurant close to the Pantheon that Natalie knew. It was only a ten-minute walk from the apartment, we strolled hand in hand through the streets of Rome in the setting sun among the bustling tourists and hurried locals making their way home from work. She wore a cute little summer dress and sandals, a look she pulled off with effortless ease. I was smiling from ear to ear, quite possibly the proudest man in Rome. The restaurant was a small unassuming place and I ate the best Pasta I’d ever had.

When we finished eating I said to her, “That’s two things you’ve ruined for me now, sex and Pasta, never again will either of them be as good as they’ve been today.”

“Maybe not,” she said, “But you’ll have a lot of fun trying. And besides, we’re not done yet.”

And she was as good as her promise. We stripped off as soon as we got back to the apartment and fell onto the bed in a heap of tangled arms and legs as we kissed and fondled each other. I laid on her back and she spread her legs, beckoning me on top of her. As I moved into place above her she spread her knees wide and high and we kissed as I tried to manoeuvre my cock inside her. But, without being able to see what I was doing or reach between us to guide it in I missed the spot a few times, then pop, I slid inside and was rewarded with a cute whimper from underneath me.

We began kissing, her hands roamed across my back and her feet dug into my butt, locking me in place. Rather than just bucking my hips, I used the weight of my body to move up and down, which seemed to add a bit more depth to the strokes and she was moaning and whimpering in time with my movement. The feeling of her cunt contracting around my cock as her juices flowed was unbelievably erotic and very intimate. I’d never imagined I could feel this close to a person, the world didn’t exist right then, there was only the two of us entwined as one.

The pace quickened and grew more frantic, building to a crescendo of two perfectly timed orgasms. As I burst inside her she screamed in delight and dug her nails into my back. We kissed deeply while I pumped the last of my seed inside her and we slowly came back to reality. I didn’t pull out straight away, well, I couldn’t, she had a good hold of me with her legs and arms.

“That was beautiful,” she said in a whisper.

“It was very special,” I replied, realising that rather than fucking, we’d just made love.

As I said that she squeezed her pussy muscles, so I twitched my cock in response. A game then ensued, I’d twitch my semi and she’d respond with a squeeze. Back and forth we went, squeezing, twitching and giggling away until we grew tired and I slowly pulled out. Natalie gave me a dramatic faux moan of displeasure at the removal of my cock before we fell into a tight cuddle and drifted off to sleep in a deliciously sticky mess of our own making.

If you’d have told me a few days ago that I would prefer making love to fucking I’d have said you were mad. But that would have been the inexperienced boy talking, trying to be what he thought was an alpha male. With the benefit of hindsight, making love missionary style was the best part. Physically, it felt just as good as the other positions, but the bond we shared while doing was just so intimate, it was simply divine. Maybe that’s why it’s called missionary, because it feels heavenly.

---

I was awoken the next morning when I heard the bedroom door creak. Natalie had a coffee in her hand, her hair was wet and she had a towel wrapped around her middle.

“Morning,” she said, placing the coffee next to me on the cabinet then sitting on the bed.

I rubbed my eyes and yawned, “What time is it?”

“Late, gone ten. Sorry to love you and leave you but I need to get ready for work, my taxi will be here in an hour and a half.”

She brushed her hands through my hair then kissed me.

“You look dead handsome when you sleep.”

“I had a great time yesterday,” I said, returning the kiss, “that was one hell of a birthday present, thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, and I enjoyed myself too, far more than I expected.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. I fancied you anyway and thought it would be fun whatever happened. But I had no idea it would turn out to be so mind-blowingly orgasmic.”

“So erm, was it good enough for you to want to do it again?”

“I was hoping you’d ask that. Yes, I’d love to. How does Milan sound?”

“Milan sounds great.”

“I can get you a free flight and the hotel is paid for by BA . It’s in two weeks, if you can wait that long?”

“Two weeks sounds like an eternity, but I’m sure I’ll cope.”

“Good, because it’ll be worth the wait. Quick question, do you like blondes?”

“Blondes, yeah, why? Are you thinking of changing your hair colour?”

“God no, I tried blonde once, it didn’t suit me. I ask because I’m sharing a room with a friend, who just happens to be a hot blonde. Would you mind if she gate-crashed our little party in Milan?”

“You mean…”

She grinned, “That’s exactly what I mean.”

“Well, I suppose it would be alright.”

“Ha! Listen to him will you. One night of sex and now he’s Don Juan. Go on,” she said, ruffling my hair, “Go and have a shower and let me get ready for work or I’ll end up back in bed with you and miss my flight.”

“Would that be such a bad thing?” I said, tugging at her towel.

“YES,” she said, batting my hand away, “I’ll lose my job and we’ll have no more booty calls.”

“Fair point, I’m off to the shower then.”

By the time I got back, she’d done her hair and was putting the final touches to her make-up. I sat on the bed with a towel wrapped around me and watched her as she got ready. It was a curiously erotic experience. With her make-up done she put her bra on first, a plainish white one, then a pair of white lace knickers. Not a thong this time, they were a bikini-style brief. Next came a pair of black tights, she sat on the bed and fed her legs into them, which was hugely arousing to watch. Then she stood up and kind of awkwardly wiggled them over her hips.

“What?” she said as I giggled at her funny little dance with the tights.

“Nothing.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but we don’t normally wear sexy lingerie under our uniforms.”

“I think you look dead sexy.”

“What, in my tights and plain undies?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I was right right when I said it’s always the quiet ones you need to watch out for.”

“True enough.”

The cravat went on next, then the white blouse followed by the blue skirt with the red trim. Finally she gave a squirt of perfume and slipped her heels on. At some point without my noticing she’d already packed her small carry-on case, which she pulled out to the living room. I stood up and followed her, letting my towel drop to the floor.

“Oh no fair,” she said when she noticed me standing in the doorway with a full hard-on.

“What?”

“You can’t tempt me like that!”

Then she looked at her watch and said, “We’ve got fifteen minutes until my car gets here.”

I wasn’t sure of her meaning, and when I didn’t move she said, “Well, do you want to fuck a stewardess or not?”

“Most definitely yes.”

“No messing with my make-up or hair though. Here, I’ll bend over the sofa.”

She lifted her skirt then pulled her tights and knickers down to her knees and bent over the arm of the sofa, spreading her legs as wide as the restriction around her knees would allow.

“Help yourself, but be quick.”

I can do quick I thought. I plunged my cock into her surprisingly wet cunt then grabbed her hips and banged away. Her now familiar moans and whimpers filled the room as I hammered home as fast and hard as I could. I wasn’t keeping track of time but I knew we’d only been going a few minutes when I felt ready to pop.

“I’m close,” I said.

“Oh yes, god yes, fill me up, come in me, Scott.”

I obliged the request and pumped a full load in her and was rewarded with a delightful high-pitched squeak. I slowed down my rhythm and released the last of my load, then slowly pulled out. As I did come dripped off my cock and into her knickers, more was flowing from her pussy. Then the intercom buzzed.

“Fuck, he’s early, and I’m leaking like a rusty tap. Ah to hell with it, no time to clean up,” she said, pulling her knickers and tights up with the same funny little dance.

As the buzzer went off again she gave me another kiss, careful not to mess up her lipstick.

“Sorry for sending you to work with messy knickers,” I said with a wry grin.

“No you're not. And besides, I planned it that way.”

Then she winked and blew me a kiss, “See you in Milan!”

And just like that she was gone, leaving nothing behind but the smell of her perfume.

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“Oh my darling,” said my mother, abandoning her suitcase by the door, “let me look at you.”

“What?”

“What do you mean what? Your mother wants to look at you, stand still.”

“What are you looking at?”

“You’ve changed. I’m trying to figure out if it’s because you’re eighteen now or if spending the night with Natalie had something to do with it.”

“A bit of both maybe.”

“So, how was it?”

“I’ll spare you the gory details, but it was wonderful, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, she did all the hard work, I just gave her my blessing. You certainly made an impression though.”

“What do you mean?”

“She tells me that she can’t walk straight and you’ve arranged to meet up in Milan. Whatever you did, you did it right.”

“Well, you know what they say, it’s always the quiet ones you’ve got to watch out for.”

“Careful, don’t get cocky now. Right then, I’m starved, you can take your mother out for dinner.”

“I know this great little pasta place near the Pantheon,” I said with a grin.

The End…for now.