Under the summer sun

Part 2

Sunrise broke across the valley bathing the sky in shades of gold, pink and lavender casting the countryside below in a soft glow. A gentle early morning mist rolled across the valley.

Max woke first. He glanced over at Catrina sleeping and decided to let her be. Last night was incredible. As much as he wanted to rouse her and go again, he had other plans.

Not that the scene of last night hadn't been replaying in his head as he dreamt. The champagne pouring, the bottle used as a sex toy, the exploring hands. Max could feel the stirrings of passion below at the thoughts. He took himself and his erection to the bathroom.

Stepping into the shower he lathered up his body, opting for a cooler shower to help clear his head. Yet tasty thoughts of Catrina continued to fill his head. The way her naked body writhed on the bed, the taste of her skin, the way he had finished in her mouth. He gripped himself and began to stroke. Softly at first, letting the water wash over his back, but the coolness was too effective, stifling his thoughts. He increased the temperature and turned to face the water spray, angling the head downward, Steam began to fog up the glass shower doors and he felt secluded, hidden, in a private fantasy world. Here he could imagine all the things he wanted to do to Catrina, and he had a great imagination.

As he stroked he imagined they were outdoors again. Max had a kink, he enjoyed public sex. He enjoyed the thrill of getting caught. Of being metres away from unsuspecting people while he fucked. The car had been fairly kinky, although they had made sure they had pulled over to a secluded spot. It had scratched an itch but he was keen to explore it further with Catrina. Perhaps she would share her innermost desires with him in return. A mutual exploration of the wonders of sex. The thought spurred him on further. He gripped the base of his penis and gently worked his hand up and down, feeling the head pulse with excitement. The heat of the shower powering down felt sensational and he stroked harder, feeling the tingling sensation beginning to rise.

Tuscany had some wonderful places to explore. They could play in the vineyards, the olive groves, in a cookery class! The possibilities seemed endless here.

Max wanted Catrina in her white summer dress, nothing underneath. He wanted to come behind her while they sipped wine, raise her dress up slightly and slide in. He wanted to slowly fuck while they pretended to care what vintage it was they were drinking. The only give away would be flushed cheeks and sharp intakes of breath as they struggled to contain their excitement. Trying to not embrace each other as they both felt the passion in their bodies raise. Resisting the urge to push into each other as they edged close and closer to the end. Max wanted to fill Catrina up as they placed their wine glasses on the barrels dotted around the vineyard. He wanted to know he was trickling down her leg as she walked away thanking the tour guide, he wanted......

'Max?' called Catrina 'are you in the shower?'

Dammit, thought Max as he snapped out of his head, he would have to finish this fantasy later. Or perhaps indulge in it with Catrina. He just needed to let her in.

'Just coming!' he replied

They both got dressed and went down for breakfast. There was a large spread of freshly baked bread, local cheeses, and a selection of cured meats. Juicy, figs and grapes sourced from the local vineyards sat proudly on the tables glowing purple in the sunlight.

Pulling out the iron chairs, they sat in the courtyard surrounded by terracotta pots overflowing with flowers and herbs. The scent of rosemary and lavender filled the morning air while the gentle trickle of a water fountain completed the romantic rustic elegance.

Max helped himself to handfuls of bread and cheese, sipping on a black espresso between mouthfuls.

'How did you sleep?' asked Max.