SARAH SHARES HER ITALIAN PLEASURE
A sequel to Sarah's Moments of Italian Pleasure
Sarah had come home to the apartment above the boutique and gallery, established as Ballard Art & Interiors, feeling uncommonly tired from the journey and because of the flight delay from Turin. But, along with that weariness, there also came the haunting memories of what she had discovered in the arms of her Italian lover, Gianluca Casserini, or
'Luca'
as he had so charmingly asked her to call him, almost from the moment that they had met in the hotel lobby and on her first night.
A day spent traipsing around exhibitions and haggling for the favoured pieces that had caught her eye had then ended with having supper with the man who had simply, yes 'simply', walked into her life and, in defiance of all reason and her bond with Lucinda, had taken her to bed after a delicious and eye-wateringly expensive supper in a hilltop restaurant where the balcony gave views down into the gorge and the lazy flow of the river.
She had been captivated and the man had re-ignited the passion that she could so often bring to the act, the languor of making slow love as he had sought of her and all that she could bring in taking him, a man obscenely well-endowed and accomplished with it.
Now, she met Lucinda's softened look upon her.
"I'm glad that you are home again with me," she said simply, and on reaching out to caress her cheek. "Go and have a shower. It may revive you..."
"Yes, maybe it will," Sarah replied, and broke free of Lucinda's possessive hold on her hands.
Did she look as haunted as she felt?
♥
"Come in here with me," Sarah coaxed, sliding back the shower screen door, anxious to feel a sense of normality return after three tempestuous nights in the arms of her Italian lover. Lucie had come to check on her.
"Okay," Lucinda smiled, "I thought you would want to have some supper and rest, to tell me how it all went. The small, sculpted pieces that you sent pictures of, are wonderful. We can unpack the ones you brought with you later."
"Yes, and more are on the way, along with the paintings I bought. I didn't want to risk having any of them damaged by baggage handlers..." She had also expressed an interest in other pieces if their sales should fall through.
"And you must have paid a price for a special courier service?"
"Yes, but we will recover the cost and make a nice profit." Sarah pulled on Lucinda's hand and drew her into the cubicle before the door rattled shut behind her live-in lover, whose fleshly body soon pressed against her as they kissed. "Let's do something else, not talk business."
Sarah gazed at her gorgeously curvy body, at Lucinda's heavy breasts and the swell of her tummy and hips, and her fleshy thighs. Where she was buxom but slender-framed, Lucinda was voluptuous; her greying hair fashionably tinted with blonde and auburn and that their favoured West End hairdresser had suggested would lend her a more youthful appearance.
"I'm glad to be home again..."
"Said with feeling, darling," Lucinda answered as she began to slick scented shower gel over Sarah's body, leaning forward to kiss her breasts and as her hands stroked down Sarah's back and gripped her buttocks. "I've missed you and am sorry I couldn't be with you. You behaved, I hope?"
Lucinda gave her a teasing smile.
"I'll tell you about it, later."
Lucinda's wet skin looked so soft as the water cascaded over their bodies and she would not deny that the sight aroused her. The recessed ceiling lights above them made their skins glisten, making it look as if they glowed.
"No secrets, we have no secrets...remember?" Lucinda answered, the sudden change in Sarah's voice making her wonder what had affected her.
"Here, right now in the shower, we're in our secret world, Lucie." Sarah had used her favourite name for her, a sign of the deep love that she felt for the woman who was now in her arms, and before they moved their soaped bodies sensually against each other and kissed, their hands offering soapy caresses to the other's back and buttocks.
Lucinda, often the dominant one, pulled Susan closer so that their bodies meshed in the confined space, her right leg pushed between Sarah's thighs. Her pussy rubbed against Sarah's thigh as they kissed hungrily, open-mouthed, and moving their heads as they did so.
"How I wish you could have been with me!" Sarah panted as they continued kissing and caressing each other's soapy skins, Sarah often reaching out to put a hand on the shower screen to keep her balance.
"Tell me what happened while you were away... you'll do that, won't you?" Lucie asked as Sarrah's responses to her caresses and kisses were intensely enjoyable but different from other times of separation.
She began to trail kisses down her lover's body, over the soft swell of Sarah's tummy and then the insides of her thighs as the fingers of one hand gently caressed her slit then entered her vagina, in slow reaming strokes.
"Oh...what's this?" Lucie stopped and gazed at a small love mark on Sarah's thigh before she gazed up at her. Their shared moments of heat, touch and seduction now demanded an explanation. "Did you find more than art objects to engage your interest? Who was she...have I met her too when I've been with you at those fairs?"
Lucie stood up and was soon embraced.
"No, it was man...an only too handsome man with no associations with art fairs, but an interest all the same. Luca's an architect. He bought a monstrously large painting for a client...so he told me."
"And a man he had his designs on you from the start, I presume. You didn't fall so easily when we first met."
Sharing the shower was of no further interest to either of them, the erotic tangle they had fallen into, as the water cascaded over them, was no distraction from what they now talked of.
