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A New Dawn - Chapter 2

By Daphne Conrad (dconrad25@hotmail.com)

Author note - I'm always happy to receive comments and feedback, but don't 
really get involved in dialogue. Sorry, just a personal thing.

WARNING - this story contains scenes of sex and nudity, so don't read if you 
are offended by such things.

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 a 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 he 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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