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.