Bianca gives you a lesson in bartending. And self-restraint

“What is your name, handsome?” Bianca asks, continuing her little game.

Your voice cracks as you say, “Sam.”

“Welcome to Italy, Sam.” She leans in and gives you the traditional Italian greeting of a kiss on each cheek.

“Your name?” you ask.

She bobs on her toes slightly to make her breasts jump. “Bianca.”

“Hard... uh.... hard to forget a name like that.”

You face forward at the bar and start to prepare her gin and tonic. The American women watch you pour, but all you can notice is Bianca staring at you out of the corner of your eye.

As you finish pouring the gin, she says, “I’m sure that drink is delicious.” You turn to face her, and her eyes are looking straight at your throbbing cock. “But I’m looking at something that I really want.”

All you can do is stutter. Your hand reflexively grips a bar napkin in an attempt to calm yourself.

Bianca looks back up at your eyes and pouts her lip. “Can't you see where I'm looking? The right glasses are down there!”

You look back on the glass on the bar counter and it takes you a moment to realize what she means.

“They're by your feet," she says. You turn to look for it, but she puts a hand on your tense abs to stop you. The feel of her touch almost puts you over the edge, but the worst is yet to come. “Don’t worry,” she says. “I’ll get it.”

She bends over and disappears under the bar. As she goes out of sight of the other women, she leans past you. You can feel strands of her blonde hair gliding over your throbbing cock. You try to look away to distract yourself, but all you can see is her perfect ass sticking up in the air. Her red spandex shorts are so tight on her that they are practically invisible.

“That’s what I want,” she whispers as she picks up the glass. Her mouth is so close to the head of your dick that you can feel her breath on it.

Your whole spine is shaking when she straightens up, tosses her hair to the side, and offers you the glass. But somehow, you managed to stop yourself from blowing your load right in front of her. You give Bianca a nervous smile. Then, with heavy breaths, you finish making the drink. She reaches out her well-manicured fingers to take the glass from you and, without breaking eye contact, takes a sip.