Spring in Rome… a city of powerful history and legends with gladiators and stuff like that.
The rebirth of nature , everything gets warmer and happier. The streets are full of people who walk and go to their jobs, and the sun lights up the Colosseum. I am here in a holiday with some friends. We decided that we deserve a little treat because we had a heavy winter on our shoulders and work had been very stressful lately. We wanted to see Rome because we were fascinated about its history and stories. We took a week and we reserved our room in a villa in the middle of the town. The whole place was stunning and I was emotional and surprised to see anything there.
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It was the third day in Rome and we wanted to take a walk and visit Ostia Antica, it is an underrated gem, but it is one of the best tourist attractions in Rome. It contains the amazingly well preserved remains of the ancient port of Rome. We have heard that it is fascinating and brilliant to explore. So we dressed in roman style, with sandals and white dresses and we were feeling like some goddesses. The weather was splendid , not too hot , neither too cold. We arrived at the famous place and we were even more surprised to see a lot of stands with souvenirs and also various painters who were painting the scenery, which was indeed special and amazing. As we were enjoying the walk, we were approached by a man:
– Good day, ladies. I saw you walking and I must add that you are very beautiful , especially because you are all dressed the same as in the Ancient times of Rome. I wish to paint you or at least to take a photo with you and then to paint it after that. I hope I don’t bother with my idea.
His voice was so sexy, his accent was Spanish but he was talking English very good. His smile was naughty and he was pretty handsome too, with green eyes and brown hair. I was already wet and the three of us accepted to make a photo, we didn’t have the time to be painted, although it would have been very interesting and original. During the moments when he took the photos, I had the impression that he was watching only me, smiling at me and telling me how to pose. After the “shooting session”, he payed us some compliments, he showed us the photos and he said that if we want them, to come the next day at the same spot. I gave him my number to contact us and he smiled and said:
– Nice to meet you, Helen. A beautiful name indeed.
I was charmed by his way of behaving and talking and all the day I was dreamy and with a big smile on my lips. My friends noticed that and began to make fun of me. They even said that something will happen between me and the hot artist, which I didn’t know his name. That evening we had dinner at a restaurant in free air, we drank wine , it was with a sea view, and we could see the Colosseum far away. The next day I received a phone call around noon and the artist said to meet him if it was possible. My friends pretended that they had reservations to a famous spa, they wanted to go but it wasn’t a must that day. So the only one who could take the photos was me. I prepared, I dressed in an another roman outfit , I let go my hair on my back, my curly, black hair, and I put a headband with some roses made of silver. I went to the same spot as the other day and I saw him… wearing a perfectly white shirt, standing by the ruins and waiting for me. I was nervous, it was a big attraction that I was sensing for him. He smiled , he gave the photos and he was looking at me deep, from my head to my toes. I asked him what was wrong, and he laughed and said that I was gorgeous and if I don’t have any plans maybe he will take me to the Colosseum. I accepted because I was curious to see the place and be with him, he was like a human magnet. We grabbed some sandwiches and we arrived at the big arena. It was magnificent. He told me to follow him and it was some sort of a maze and we arrived at somehow of a house between those ruins, his place. It was made in a roman style, there was also his studio. I saw so many paintings with beautiful women, portraits and so on. He said that his name was William.
– I suppose you know why I brought you here. I want to pain you … naked, or half naked. I saw you when I was taking the photos and you are very sensual and attractive. You must wonder if I tell that to any woman, no. Yes, I have had a lot of women and I always paint just the best of them. Will you accept?
I was stoned. I froze. I was somehow angry that he had the guts to propose me that, but also flattered and I told myself that it was a unique chance and I wasn’t going to see him again, so I agreed without thinking more. I was captivated by his charm and curious for a new experience. It was intriguing. He told me to take my time, to make myself comfortable and to appear in the living room when I am ready, naked or how I wanted. I went to the bathroom very nervous. My blood pressure must have been very high. I put some water on my face to refresh a little bit , I undressed slowly and I covered myself in a sheet that was there. It was made of cashmere, it was like it was put there intentionally. I was feeling awkward but I went in the living room. When he saw me, he smiled with such a joy and he said to me to lie down on the sofa. Next to it was a table with fruits, all of the furniture was ancient. I felt like a queen or something. He gave me some indications on how to stay and he began to paint me. I was half naked, my breasts were showing a little bit, in a artistic way and he let me wear the headband. I was embarrassed , my heart was racing, and when he was looking at me with those green eyes I wasn’t breathing anymore. At some point he got closer to me, and he tried to position my hand better and I sensed his perfume and I looked him deep in his eyes, it was like someone was telling me “go ahead, kiss him, make a move, carpe diem”… So I pulled him over me and I kissed him like never before in my life. He looked amazed at me and he continued with what I began, until his hands touched my soft, naked body, and his penis penetrated my pussy. He seemed insatiable, I didn’t care that I was another woman in his bed. I lived every minute of it and I don’t regret it. The painting was extraordinary, he finished it after he finished me in bed. When I returned to my friends and showed them the painting and told them the story, they couldn’t believe it.
Today I still have the painting , on my bedroom wall. I have never saw him again , but I will always remember my vacation in Rome.
