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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 Malatya Escort 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, Malatya Escort Bayan “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 Escort Malatya 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.”
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