SITA
After our steamy encounter in the shower, Alessandro helped me dry off with a plush towel. But instead of leading me back to the cabin, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me out to the deck.
"Ales, what are you doing?" I asked, my voice a mixture of curiosity and excitement.
He didn't answer, but instead set me down on the deck. I gasped as I took in the scene: there was a bottle of chilled champagne chilling in an ice bucket, a collection of massage oils on a small table, and the entire deck bathed in candlelight.
"Surprise," Alessandro said, a wide grin spreading across his face. "I wanted to do something special for you."
I couldn't help but laugh, my heart fluttering in my chest. "You did all this?" I asked my voice husky with emotion.
Alessandro simply nodded, his hands reaching for a bottle of massage oil. "I wanted to show you how much you mean to me. Now, lie down and let me work my magic."
I did as he asked, settling onto the deck.
Alessandro poured some massage oil onto his hands and began to rub my shoulders. His touch was firm but gentle, and I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into the sensation.
After a long day of playing around in the waters, this right here was heavenly.
As he worked his way down my body, I felt myself drifting off into a state of blissful relaxation. His hands were like magic, untangling the knots of tension from my muscles and filling me with warmth.
"How do you feel?" he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.
"Incredible," I murmured, my eyes fluttering shut.
The stars were starting to come out, twinkling like tiny jewels against the inky black sky. Alex continued to massage my body, his hands moving lower and lower, his fingers dancing along the curve of my hips.
I could feel the heat building between us again, the air charged with the electricity of desire. But this time, there was something different - a tenderness and a longing that went beyond mere physical pleasure.
"Sita," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "I want to show you how much I love you."
Alessandro's lips found mine in a passionate kiss, our bodies pressed together as the stars looked down upon us.
His fingers traced a line down my spine, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't contain.
"Make love to me, Ales," I breathed, my hands sliding up his chest.
He smiled against my lips, his hand reaching for the bottle of massage oil. "My pleasure," he whispered, his voice filled with desire.
I took the message oil from his hands, pouring some on his chest. I pushed him back against the deck and straddled him, massaging his chest and shoulders.
Slowly, I brought my lips mere inches from his, a teasing glint in my eyes. I pecked him and ground my lower half against his.
He hissed, an answering moan falling from my lips. An idea struck me and I moved back, placing my hands on his chest for support.
My hips began to move in circles against him, the fabric of his towel serving as friction and the only thing between my pussy and his cock.
I increased my pace, determined to give us our release in this manner. I could feel his rock-hard cock pushing and pressing against my soft cunt through the towel.
Alessandro sat up, about to discard his towel but a loud gasp behind us caused us to freeze. We turned simultaneously to find a lady with her mouth wide open, staring at us.
With the shock on her face and her frozen state, I'm impressed the tray of food she was carrying was not splattered all over the deck.
My stomach grumbled at the sight of food, reminding me that I had not been fed it since afternoon. Alessandro burst into laughter, and I buried my face in the crook of his neck, hitting his chest.
" Shut up! It's your fault for not feeding me!"
" Right!" Alessandro stood with me in his arms, picking up my discarded towel and wrapping it around under my armpit.
" Please..." He said to the lady, who still looked like she didn't know what to do with herself. " ... Place the food on the table."
She hurried to do so, leaving the moment she was done doing so.
" You didn't tell me there was someone else on the yachts babe!" I accused the moment the last chef left.
Alessandro shrugged nonchalantly. " I thought you could tell; the smell of her cooking was everywhere."
" Pardon me for not being able to tell, when all I could think of was you fucking me senseless."
Alessandro's cutlery set clattered on his plate, and I burst into laughter, the sound carrying into the still night air.
" Don't say that if you want to eat," He warned.
I made a zipping gesture with my fingers across my lips and began to hoof down the food on the table.
God, I was famished.
As we finished our dinner under the starry sky, a sense of melancholy washed over me. Our magical getaway was drawing to a close, and soon we'd have to return to our busy lives.
I couldn't bear the thought of leaving these magical cocoons we had been in the last two days. Standing up abruptly, I took Alessandro by the hand, a mischievous gleam in my eye.
"Come with me," I said, pulling him towards the cabin.
He looked at me in surprise but followed willingly. "What's this about, Babe?" he asked, a playful smile on his lips.
I turned to face him, my expression a mixture of passion and determination. "I want to spend the last night of our getaway making love to you," I whispered, my voice heavy with desire.
Alessandro's eyes widened, his lips curving into a grin. "Is that so?" he asked, his hands finding my waist, pulling me closer to him.
"Yes," I said, our bodies pressed together. "I want to scream your name into the night, make you forget everything but the pleasure I can give you."
***
I woke up the next morning and saw a note on the bed. Alessandro was not in the room with me. I sat up on the bed and stretched my arms, then, I yawned heavily while I stared at the note on the pillow next to me.
It was from Alessandro. I smiled and picked, maybe he had written me a love note. I cleared my throat and read his piece out gently.
"Dear, Sita, it's a wonderful thing we met and loved each other…
I skipped it and looked down at the end of the note and saw it: "Sorry I didn't inform you; I have to leave, I couldn't figure out a way to tell you I was…take care while I catch a plane back to New York, I love you, and I hope we meet again".