Pizza and Prosecco [sensory] [couple] [beach] [bath] [romantic]

Transcript

After the lunchtime experience with Lucia, Emma laid down for a nap, and when she woke, her nose was filled with the most beautiful scent of lilies. Lilies are such a beautiful flower, one that is highly coveted and highly prized in Italy. She assumed that they were from Lucia, a thank-you for being such a good girl at lunchtime.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that there were lilies in vases all over her room. She hadn't even heard anybody enter in. She must have been in that deep of a sleep to not notice, and there was a card on the table.

Putting on her dressing gown, a silk dressing gown covered in flower, she walked over to the table and snatched up the card. Much to her surprise, it was from the British bartender Alex. I can't wait to see you, it said.

Under the note was a box with an outfit, a pair of simple linen pants, a string bikini, pair of sandals, and a pair of sunglasses. They must be doing something outdoors for the afternoon and evening. Quickly, Emma refreshed herself, got dressed in the outfit that had been assigned, and made her way downstairs to meet Alex in the foyer.

On her way there, she passed by Lucia, giving her a wink, and continued on. Looking up, she saw Alex. Dark hair.

It had a swoop to it. It was so perfect. Broad, masculine shoulders.

He was dressed similarly to her. A pair of linen pants, a gauzy, white, button-down shirt, and holding a lily. Apparently, scent was the theme for today.

She brought the flower to her nose, bathing in its intoxicating and heady scent, feeling as if she had almost been transported back to the Renaissance, when they were coveted by everyone. Closing her eyes, she drank in every scent offered. Slowly, she opened them and smiled up at Alex.

Then they jumped on the back of his Vespa. Of course he had a Vespa. After all, it was Italy.

They took off in search of the coast. The salts, water, entering into her nose. She loved this experience with him, sharing in this multi-sensory experience.

The wind in her hair. The salt in her nose. Memories of waking up to the scent of lilies.

It was intoxicating and so romantic. Alex pulled off to a small, almost shack-looking space. She wasn't sure what they were going to find here, but he seemed to have a plan for the day.

Walking through this run-down restaurant of sorts, out into the most beautiful patio, right on the beach. And all of a sudden, she knew exactly what they were there for. Glancing over to her right, she saw the wood-fired oven.

It was a pizza date night. So simple and so pure. And so romantic, there on the beach, just as the sun was starting to go down.

Alex told Emma that this was his favorite spot to come to when he just needed to get away from the world for a little while. And he sensed that that's exactly what her trip was all about. The need to get away.

To tune in and listen. To eat the most delicious food and fill her body with goodness. To feel whole again.

There is something sweet and kind about Alex that drew her in, sitting as close as she possibly could, with a hand on his knee, just staring out over the water. The smell of freshly made pizza starting to drift through the air. She knew exactly what she wanted for dinner.

And when the waiter came over, Alex all of a sudden was speaking the most intoxicating Italian. A slight British accent, but he ordered the most delicious pizza. In no time, it was ready.

And before taking a bite, she leaned forward, taking in the smell. The perfectly crisp crust. The sweet but not overpowering smell of prosciutto.

Perfectly crisp, just around the edges. A light tomato sauce and fresh basil. Her absolute favorite.

Drizzled with extra virgin olive oil. Breathing it in deeply. And then smiling up at Alex.

He was curious what she was doing, waiting and pausing. He asked if she was okay, and she said she was more than okay. This was going to be the most delicious pizza she had ever had in her life.

And the company wasn't half bad either. Alongside the pizza, two glasses of Prosecco. Even then, drawing in some of it into her mouth, she paused, took a deep breath, and allowed all of those aromas, the crisp apple, to flood up in through her nose.

Swallowing tasting. Smelling all at once. This date felt different.

It wasn't the seductive spanking she had received earlier. This was sweet, and it was kind. After finishing their dinner, Alex suggested they go for a walk on the beach.

The sea salt drifting through the air with each wave. Walking just far enough away from the shore that they wouldn't get wet until they found a rock. Emma sat down and gazed over this man who had brought her to the most perfect spot.

She smiled up at him, and he leaned down to kiss her. His lips still tasted of prosciutto and tomato sauce. His breath smelled like Prosecco.

Tangling their tongues together, she pushed her tongue back as far as it would go, sliding it under his tongue, all the way up to the front. This was her mood. He shuddered and backed away suddenly, not quite sure what he had just felt, but wanting more.

Reaching down, Alex took Emma's hand, pulled her into a warm embrace, kissed her deeply one more time before suggesting they take a ride back to the hotel. Not assuming to spend the night, but if that happened, that would be perfectly okay. Emma smiled and walked back to the Vespa with Alex, whispering in his ear, I'd really like to have a bath.

They got back to the hotel and straight up to her room. The scent of lilies greeted them before they even opened the door. Alex apologized for maybe going a little overboard on the flowers, but Emma put her finger to his lips, said it was perfect.

This had been the perfect date. He was romantic and unexpected, the most beautiful part of this journey so far. He drew a hot bath and lit candles all over the room.

She got undressed, letting the silk robe fall from her shoulders onto the ground and he just drank her in. They both slid into the copper tub, legs tangled with one another. Emma took a deep breath and let out a sigh.

It was the perfect end to her day. She invited Alex to spend the night, not promising anything, not expecting anything. He pulled her clothes and, with their foreheads mashed together, accepted her invitation and kissed her deeply.

Their tongues intertwined yet again and Emma slid up onto Alex's lap, slowly lowering herself down on his cock. She looked at him and winked, asking if it was okay. His only response was to kiss her again and let her ride him.

The water started splashing over the sides of the copper tub. Neither of them cared. Emma let out a small giggle, knowing that they were making a mess.

Alex, all of a sudden, stood up, lifting her up. She knew he was strong, judging by his broad shoulders, but didn't quite realize that he was about to pin her against a wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his shoulders, the scent of the lilies still wafting through the air as he fucked her, pounding her against the wall, slowly and gently, but hard, all at the same time.

She clenched down on his cock, knowing she was about to come, but unable to find the words, sliding a hand to the back of his head, gripping hard, tensing her thighs around his waist and biting his shoulder as she started to come. He whispered in her ear, good girl. A shudder went through her entire body, and he turned her around, carrying her to the bed, laying her down, and continuing to fuck her.

She stared up at him, her arms still wrapped around his shoulders, her legs still wrapped around his hips, watching his every move and expression as she felt him come deep inside of her. She kissed him, feeling his body shudder, and asked that he push all the way inside. She wanted every drop.

Emma asked him to stay, knowing that very likely he couldn't, but much to her surprise, he just rolled over, grabbed her waist and pulled her close, saying of course he could. He wanted nothing more than to be in her presence, to be completely wrapped up in her body, in her scent, in the taste of her kiss. This night was going to change the course of everything for both of them.