It is 3:09 pm and my flight has just landed at Fiumicino Airport in Rome. It was a long flight from LaGuardia, New York, and I am very content to finally be at my destination. It's not my first time in Italy, but it is my first time traveling alone. I had booked a week here to attend the wedding of my friend, Andrea, to her lovely fiancé, Brian, that was taking place in Rome in a few days.

As I pass through customs and immigration, then finally through baggage claim, I realize how exhausting flying internationally is. It was especially long, seeing as I didn't have anyone to talk to. Andrea and Brian had flown in last week, to make sure everything for the wedding was in order, and many of our other close friends are going to be flying in the day before the wedding. Seeing as I am Andrea's closest friend, I assured her that I would be there a few days before, to help her with any last-minute details.

I brought a book to read on the flight but found my mind often wandering, playing the guessing game of who each person around me was and what their life was like. One man, in particular, caught my eye. He was tall, had dark features, and was very clearly well built. He was wearing a white t-shirt that outlined his beautiful torso and defined his biceps, a pair of black jeans, and sneakers.

A glass of red wine in his hand, he was reading a book, "Faccia da Mostro", which I could tell was in Italian, though I did not know what it translated to. My Italian was not great, but I could get by with a few words, like ciao, grazie, buongiorno, the basics. I tried to imagine what he could be doing, flying from New York to Rome. Maybe he was a businessman, traveling for work. I could picture him wearing a suit, I'm sure he would look even more gorgeous than he already did. Maybe he was visiting family, or maybe he just wanted to see NYC. Or maybe he was American, and I was just making assumptions because he was reading a book in Italian. All I know is that I couldn't stop looking at this gorgeous being of a man.

I took a look at his left finger, and noticed that he wasn't wearing a ring. Hmm, that's a good sign. He had a tattoo on his left inner bicep that read "MMI". I wonder what that stood for.

I continued to imagine what it would be like to go up to him and say hi, or make my way through the aisle to the washroom and "accidentally" fall on him. I would say "scusa, I'm so sorry," and he would sweep me up, help me get back to my feet and lock eyes. There would be an instant attraction and he would whisper in my ear, "Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes."

I continued to fantasize, picturing us cozied together in that tiny washroom, kissing passionately. He would slide a hand up my skirt, up my thigh, feeling the heat emanate from my wet, pulsing pussy. I began to ache for this fantasy. I could just picture how supple his lips would feel kissing my neck, making their way down towards my chest. He would unbutton my blouse and pull my breast out from my bra and place his lips around my hard nipple. I could picture myself feeling his growing cock beneath his pants, and then I'd start to massage it from over the pants, getting him to let out a little moan...

"Signora, siamo arrivati, we are here," the flight attendant said, bringing me back to reality.

As we were walking off the plane, I made eye contact with the man I'd been fantasizing about. He gave me a little smile before turning to get off the plane and I almost melted. What a teasing smile he has.

I almost wish I had just taken a chance to say hi to the unknown man, but I am now on the bus to my hotel and there is nothing I can do to change the fact that I didn't.

When I finally make it to my hotel room, I crash on my bed and fall asleep before I know it. I'm in the airplane bathroom again and signore tall, dark and handsome is kissing me like I've never been kissed before. The passion is so steamy it's making my already wet pussy ache for him to fill me. I don't remember the last time I was this turned on.

But there's a loud ringing coming from the plane... it's killing the vibe. I can't focus on our passionate kiss anymore, I'm being pulled away from it. All of a sudden, I'm awake and I realize that the loud ringing is coming from my phone. I'm in my bed, scrambling to find my cellphone, when I see it on the bedside table. I pick it up and see that it is currently 7:49 pm and I have three missed calls from Andrea and a text message reading, "Did you land? Can you call me? We'll grab dinner!"

I call her back quickly and arrange to meet her in half an hour, mostly because I want to shower, but partly because that dream has me really hot and bothered! I need to cool down, or better yet, I need to release some steam...

I hop into the shower and close my eyes, picking back up where I left off in my fantasy. We are passionately making out, he has a hand moving up my thigh, and I am gently rubbing his hard cock over his pants. I start to rub my clit thinking about this situation, and the feeling of the hot shower water dripping over my body is relaxing me.

This will definitely make for a quick orgasm.

I start to finger myself now, picturing myself being fingered by him instead. With every rub of my gspot within me, I feel my legs start to quiver. I imagine how good his fingers would feel inside me while his lips continue to explore my lips, my neck, my breasts. Before I know it, I am having the most explosive orgasm. I guess it had built up throughout my whole time fantasizing about this unknown man. I quickly finish up my shower, get dressed and ready, and leave my hotel room.

I call Andrea as I make my way out of the elevator of the hotel and walk across the lobby.

"Ciao, Bella, dove sei? Where are you?" I hear her say, laughing as she does.

I can tell she's already a little tipsy. I guess this is going to be one of those nights!

I make my way to the restaurant that Andrea and Brian are already at and notice them sitting on the patio outside. I join them, grab a seat and a waiter quickly comes to take my drink order.

"I'll have an Aperol spritz, grazie," I say.

"So, Bella, how was the flight?" Brian asks.

"Anything interesting happen?" Andrea adds.

I guess she sees my face flush because she starts to giggle and squeals, "What happened?!" She is definitely tipsy right now and it's making me want to get to her level.

"Nothing interesting!" I say with a smirk.

"Then why are you blushing?" She says teasingly, in a sing-song voice.

"It's really nothing, but there was this extremely gorgeous man on my flight and I just almost went up to him to introduce myself. That would have been so embarrassing though." I exclaim.

"Bellaaaaaaa," Andrea lets out, "you should have, babe, you need something spicy in your life!" She looks at Brian and asks, "What would you think if someone like Bella came up to you to say hi on a flight, cute or weird?"

He laughs. "I guess it depends how she does it but-" He turns to me. "I'm sure he would have been interested, Bella, you're a stunner!"

"See!" Andrea exclaims. "You should have! K tonight's goal: get Bella LAID!!" she says almost too loudly, then she lets out a little giggle.

Brian laughs along with her and rolls his eyes at her. He turns to me. "Don't worry, Bella, I won't let her embarrass you."


Three spritzes in, a few bites of an amazing pizza, and a pasta dish that the three of us shared and we are ready to explore the nightlife of Rome.

"Dove andiamo, bello mio? Where to?" Andrea asks Brian.

"My cousin mentioned a club that's not far from here, we can go have some drinks and dance! Bella, I'm sure there will be many good-looking guys," he says, raising his eyebrows at me. I want THAT good-looking guy, I think to myself, but say, "Yeah, I'm sure there will be," and let out a little laugh.


We make it to the club and order a round of shots. Andrea then pulls us to the dance floor and we have a little fun. There are many good-looking men dancing with us now, but I still have the image of mystery man's stunning smile in my head. And then I see it, or at least I think I do? From across the club, a man is smirking at me. It's him. It's the unknown hottie.

I turn to Andrea. "Hot plane man is HERE!" I exclaim.

"OH MY GOD, WHERE!?" Andrea yells, which causes even Brian to look around.

I try to subtly point him out. "He's sitting on the other side of the bar, wearing a black shirt. But don't look now because I caught him smirking at me, he's going to know I'm talking about him!!"

"SO!" Andrea yells.

She turns to Brian and whispers in his ear. Then they make their way to the bar, Andrea grabbing my hand to pull me to follow them. She motions to the bartender and tells him something that I cannot hear, and before I know it, the bartender is talking to the unknown man, looking over at us. The man laughs, smiles at me, and comes over to our side of the bar. I notice the group of guys he was with are also laughing and smirking at the situation.


He comes to sit next to me at the bar and whispers with the sexiest Italian accent, "So, plane girl, it must be fate to see you twice in one day. I say we drink to that."

He recognizes me?!

I giggle, "Uh, hi, yes, I guess that is a good reason to drink! I'm Bella," I say shyly.

"I know you are, but what is your name?" he says in my ear.

This makes me blush and I'm so grateful that it's dark enough that he hopefully doesn't see how red I am.

"Mi chiamo, Bella," I say again, this time in Italian, with hopes that he understands.

"I know, I'm just teasing, I understood," he says with a grin, "Ma sei comunque brava in italiano."

"Uhm, I don't really understand," I say with a bit of a nervous laugh.

"Ah," he says, "that's ok, my English is not so bad, I don't think so anyway," he says. "Want to dance?"


We dance, take shots, and dance some more and before I know it, I feel the fantasy that I was picturing just a few hours ago come to life. We are passionately making out on the dance floor, his hands around my waist and it honestly feels like we are the only two people in the place. I look around to see Andrea and Brian still dancing, kissing as well, and it gives me a sense of peacefulness. This man, who has not even given me his name, is making out with me like I've never experienced before. His tongue explores my mouth, and I feel his hands move around my waist to my ass. It's sending me tingles throughout my body, making my heart race and making me feel just how wet I am getting.

He pulls his mouth away and whispers, "We go to my apartment?" and I nod, sobering up.

"Let me just tell my friend. And can you text her your address please?" I ask as I hand him my phone. He grins, takes my phone, and puts in an address into the messages with Andrea.

I go up to Andrea and Brian and squeal "he's taking me to his apartment," feeling very giddy.

"Oh my God, YES," Andrea yells, "but please be careful?"

Brian adds, "Can you let us know where it is so we can come get you? I don't care what time it is, you call us." They are both so caring.

"Yes, he actually texted you his address from my phone, Andrea. And I will definitely call you!" I kiss both of them on the cheek and head back towards mystery man.


We leave the club together and it takes us about ten minutes to walk to his place. The walk gives us some time to chat.

"So," I start, "I still don't even know your name!"

He grins. "It's Marco, pleasure to meet you, Bella." And he gives me a kiss on the cheek.

"Ah, Marco, nice to meet you too," I say, shyly. "Have you lived in Rome your whole life?"

"No," he responds. "About eight months. I move here from south Italy, Calabria."

"Oh, I've heard it's beautiful there!" I exclaim.

"Yes, beautiful, but no much work. I come here to be architect. I graduate university and decide it was good idea to find new place to live, to build life."

"Wow," I say, "that's very brave."

Before I know it, we are entering his building. We make it to the third floor and reach apartment 7.

"Your place is beautiful," I say.

"Grazie," he smirks pouring us two glasses of wine. "Is not much, but is home for now."

We sit on the couch and sip our wine, and I feel him staring at me, causing me to blush again.

"Sei propria una bellezza, lo sai?" he says, caressing my cheek.

"What does that mean?" I say, looking into his eyes.

"It means you are a beauty." And with that, he kisses me on the lips.

Taking the wine glass from me, he places both of the glasses on his coffee table and we start to make out again. His hands start to unbutton my blouse as his tongue explores my mouth, moves along my lips, and makes its way down my neck.

"Mmmm, Bella," he moans, as my supple breasts are exposed once he removes my blouse.

I'm so grateful that I chose a nice black lace bra to wear tonight that had a slight pushup because it is making my tits look amazing. He definitely notices how good they look, because I feel him growing hard as he presses up against me. He cups each of my breasts in each hand and seems mesmerized as he plays with them.

"Che bellezza," he groans. He pulls each of my breasts over my bra and makes another groaning noise as he admires how perky my tits are sitting on top of my bra. His left hand around one boob, he squeezes my nipple between two fingers and he moves his mouth onto my other nipple. He begins to lick, nibble and suck on my breast, making me moan so loudly. I feel just how wet this is making me and I almost want to just rip off all his clothes and tell him to fuck my brains out. But I can tell that he's passionate and will take his time with me.

He then moves to pull down my skirt, exposing the black lace thong that I had put on for the evening. He kisses his way down my body, to my stomach, down to the front of my thong, and without moving the panties out of the way, flicks his tongue around where my clit is just below the material. I let out the biggest moan. This is teasing at its finest. He rubs my clit through my thong and looks up at me.

"You like this, don't you." He smirks at me, as his fingers explore the length of my thong.

I want him to rip off the panties so badly but I don't want to beg for anything just yet. He places his mouth against what is covering my clit and looks up at me as he flicks his tongue across the material. His fingers are exploring my wet slit, still covered by my panties. Before I know it, he slides the thong to the side, exposing my wet, pulsing pussy. He rubs two fingers up and down my wet slit, getting his fingers covered in my juices, then brings his fingers to his tongue.

"You taste so good, Bella," he groans and brings the two fingers back to my wet pussy.

Still sliding his fingers along my slit, his tongue makes its way to my now-exposed clit. He starts to flick his tongue against my clit and it makes me let out the biggest moan. I don't even know how long I can last with this teasing. His fingers gently slide into my wet pussy, first one, but quickly followed by the second. I scream in pleasure as his two fingers are deep inside me, rubbing up against the inner top wall of my vagina, while his tongue continues to play with my clit. He moves his fingers faster and faster, building up the feeling inside me. It almost makes me want to cry for how good it feels.

I yell out that I'm going to cum and he encourages me, "Yes, Bella, cum for me sexy, " and he pushes his tongue into my clit harder and rubs the right spot a little rougher, making me spiral.

I don't know what time it is, where I am, and what I'm doing with how out of body this orgasm feels. I'm quivering out of control and barely realize how loud I'm yelling out when my mouth is met with his fingers. They taste of me, of my cum and all my juices, and I suck on his fingers so deeply, looking into his eyes, telling him how much I enjoyed that orgasm.

He unbuttons his pants, slides himself over me so his hard dick is positioned right over my face and I willingly open my mouth for him. Slowly first, I suck the tip of his big, hard cock. I swirl my tongue around the shaft, place a hand on his balls and gently tug them as my other hand wraps around the base of his dick. I start to jerk him while I suck on him, taking him inch by inch into my mouth until he is deep in my throat. There seems to be an animalistic sense that takes over him as he starts to thrust into my throat, roughly making me gag on him. I continue to tug at his balls as he does so, and I hear his breath start to increase in pace. He's moaning now, as my wet mouth covers his hard dick and I can tell he is ready to explode because he seems to tense up.

He pulls away from my mouth, and jerks over me, moaning, "I'm going to cum," in that sexy Italian accent of his.

"All over my mouth," I start to say, and before I can even let the words come out, I feel my tongue and lips covered with a big load of his cum.

I lick up everything that he gives me, swallowing every last drop. He's groaning as he watches me swallow, exclaiming things in Italian that I cannot understand. But it is so sexy. He falls on top of me and holds me close on his small couch.

He then looks at me and kisses my cheek. "Bella, una bellezza," he says.