When I first met Mia my immediate thought was how beautiful she looked laying on that beach in Marsala, Sicily. She was at least five-feet seven inches tall. Perhaps one-hundred ten pounds and had the most even glorious tan. Her long brunette hair had red highlights in the summer sun. Her tiny little yellow thong bottom and barely there top showed off her fit and attractive figure. She had breasts proportionately large for her body and long shapely legs.
I was vacationing in Europe and had no schedule, just traveling and enjoying the warm sunny Sicilian weather. It must have been eighty two degrees under a cloudless sky and a gentle breeze was blowing.
With my limited tourist Italian I've been able to travel Italy and Sicily without a problem. I blend in well being of Italian decent. I'm five-nine and one-hundred fifty pounds fit and tan. I happen to have on a yellow bikini bathing suit, same color as Mia. I decided to walk over and chat about our similar color choice that day.
We made eye contact as I approached Mia. We exchanged smiles as I got closer. "Hi, I'm Dan". Laying on her back Mia raised herself up on her elbows and answered, "Hi, I'm Mia how are you?" I mentioned that I walked over because of our choice of bathing suit color. Then I sat on the sand next to her so I could chat more comfortably with her.
I guessed she was thirty-five to fourty years old, so close to my age of fourty-five. Mia was vacationing and had a rental hotel unit near the beach. Mia works as an accountant in Rome. I mentioned that I am a lawyer from Chicago, seeking information about my family's history in Sicily. We chatted a long time and then I invited her to dinner. Mia accepted my offer and we agreed to meet at a restaurant in my hotel on the ocean front.
Mia and I met for dinner at seven, at my hotel's bar. She had on a light blue and soft yellow sundress. It was beautiful on her and it was clear she was not wearing a bra and perhaps no panties. Mia's hair's red highlights glistening in the evening sun. Me, I was wearing white shorts and a light blue open shirt, revealing my tan chest. I never wear underwear with white shorts. I might add that my body is shaved and hairless. Neither of us wore shoes. We ordered drinks, white wine for her a Manhattan for me.
We asked for and received a table in a darker corner of the restaurant. We ordered more drinks and several appetizers while talking about our occupations. We discussed that the origins of both our families was here in Sicily. By now it was ten-thirty and I offered to walk Mia back to her hotel. We were both tired after a day in the sun and surf.
She invited me to walk up to her room. Unlocking the door she asked me to come inside. She walked to the bed and pulled off the spread. Mia asked me to unzip her dress, which I was happy to do for her. She dropped her dress to the floor and went immediately to bed. I quickly removed my shirt and shorts and joined her. Face to face now we examined each other's bodies. She was also completely hairless with a phenomenal figure and enchanting tan lines.
