Train to nowhere Erotica

She met him on the train to Verona, Italy. They were sitting opposite to each other, the train was packed with families going on holiday, business men and women as well as couples going away for a romantic interlude.
They were both reading travel books on Italy. They had noticed each other but said nothing until their eyes met, they laughed and started to chat, It was a very long journey to Verona.

He spied her as soon as he got on the train and headed straight to her seat, sitting directly opposite her. God she was attractive. Long dark hair, deep pools of Brown for eyes and perfect cupid bow lips. She had a open smiley face. He was shocked to feel stirings and placed his bag over his lap for a bit.
He noticed she was reading the same travel book he had, so he got it out and pretended to read.
He was delighted to find they were heading to the same city, conversation was fun and flirty, they didnt stop talking the whole way. Time flew by and soon, it seemed, it was time to say goodbye. They exchanged numbers promising to get together for dinner or drinks, soon.

Verona was a beautiful cosmopolitan city, historic with wonderful restaurants and pavement cafe's, Great looking men around every corner, great shopping Versace and Gucci shops, which she loved, she did a lot of smiling.
Her first day she indulged in some recreational shopping and people watching in street cafe's. The sun was beautifully warm, the sky unbroken blue, a pleasure to just sit and sip coffee.
She purchased some gorgeous underware, shoes of course, a beautiful Gucci watch and some lusty perfume. Shopping had given her an appetite, so she found her favorite pizza restaurant in Verona, you have to have real Italian pizza when in italy! She took her seat outside, then she saw him.

He had spotted her earlier and decided to follow her while she shopped. He was impressed, she obviously had money, now she had spotted him so he sauntered over to her, taking the opportunity to ask if he could join her. She seemed delighted. They shared a great pizza, drank Limonchello's and walked together around historic Verona, even going into Juliets house standing on the balcony where she called her Romeo. It was a fun afternoon. She was expecting a business call so they returned to her hotel having a few more drinks in her room. There was a great view to the amphitheatre. He asked her if she would like to go as La Traviata was on the next evening. She loved that opera, it was lovely and sad, would make her cry, so they arranged to meet early the following day to have dinner first.

Alone in her suite she was worried about the earlier call, business was business but this was not a good job for her.
She looked forward to tomorrow, she had never before watched opera in the open.
She slept fitfully.

He was so looking forward to the evening with her, he was feeling nervous, hoped they would end up back at her room. The day was going too slow for him, he had business with his father which was bound to be stressful, but he knew it had to be done. His family were in the hierarchy of the italian branch of the Mafia, drugs were they're forte and he hated it, he wanted out!

She had a job to do and do it she will but tonight was about fun. She did some business over the phone while eating lunch in her room, then bathed in some gorgeous bubbles and dressed carefully, casually sexy, well it is alfresco.

He knew a family run restaurant with authentic homemade Italian food, good wholesome cooking.
Over dishes of olives, brushetta, balsamic vinegar/olive oil and pesto he opened up about his family, his formative years, it was a happy family life, he left out their business interests. She was less forthcoming but but a good listener and he really was good to look at.
He knew the owners of this amazing place, they ate some beautiful pasta smothered in creamy seafood sauce. She felt light headed, electric and at home with him in this cosy place.

They walked hand in hand to the amphitheatre. He loved holding her hand, it felt like love, amazing really as he didnt know her but he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
She loved La Traviata, such sorrow. A good opera always made her cry, it was an inner release.

They strolled slowly back to her hotel. He really liked her, even though he knew who her family were, that their families were at loggerheads, were at war. She didn't know this yet and he wondered if it would make a difference to her after tonight, it didn't to him. She captivated him, he wanted to be with her no matter what anyone else thought. He hoped she would feel the same.

She felt sexually heightened, like a tightly coiled spring, going through to the bedroom she returned with just a thin silk robe on. He could see the outline of her body through the silk, her nipples jutted out and he felt stirrings, in fact he was getting uncomfortable.
She poured them both a drink, knowing the effect she was having on him, she handed him his and downed hers in one.
She stood in front of him, parted her legs and stradled him. She unbuttoned his shirt while kissing him. She was wet already, he put his hands inside her robe, feeling for her clitoris, kissing her breasts, her nipples were so suckable.
She was really aroused now so she reached down to open his fly, rose a little to pull his trousers and underwear down.
She lowered herself onto his errect penis, slowly at first savouring the feelings that were coursing through her body, oh this was such pleasure.
He rose to meet her, they became quite frantic like they both needed the release. He just couldn't stop, he was kissing her while thrusting deep inside, she was moaning little squeals escaping her. They came together panting for breath, wet through with sweat smiling at each other at their intensity.
They made their way through to the bedroom and there he took her in his mouth. She loved this, moans of pleasure escaped her as he licked her clit, fingering her and sucking, licking up her juices. She was arching her back, moving her pelvis up to meet his tongue. God this was amazing, he really was a master at his craft. She was nearing climax now, her body tingling nearing pain, jerking, she cried out as she came. She had to stop him as the pleasure was becoming unbearable.
She rolled him over onto his back and took his engorged penis in her mouth. Oh he really was beautiful. She took him slowly, sucking all of him slowly, fondling him gently, playing with him sucking just his helmet, this drove him nuts, he wanted to be inside her not in her mouth. She sucked, licked, poked and prodded till he really couldnt stand it.
He pulled her up to kiss her, long sexy soft kisses, then, when he had calmed down and his heart was not beating a tattoo in his chest he found her clitoris. He moved his cock back and forth along her clit, she was moaning and moving with him, he was sucking her nipples. She reached down and guided his cock into her, they moved slowly together, kissing, caressing, stroking. She loved his face, loved the feelings he was evoking in her. They both rose to meet each other, became lost in each other. He  brought her legs up a little so she tightened on him and he went so deep inside her it took them both to orgasm, earth shattering beautiful orgasm.
Collapsing into each others arms they giggled, who knew it could really be this great. They talked into the early hours then slept soundly in each others arms.

In the morning they had breakfast together but both had work to get on with.
They arranged to meet later for a meal in a Venetian restaurant he knew. After kissing goodbye he left for his fathers office.

She took her call and made all necessary arrangements for her new job, she really wasn't looking forward to it but she was good at what she did.

He liked to walk to his fathers office in the centre of Verona. He was thinking of her and thought he would arrange a romantic trip to Venice. He was smiling as he was making arrangements in his mind, he didnt feel the bullet when it struck mid forehead.
She calmly took the rifle apart, put it in her bag and walked away. He never knew what hit him, well she was the best of the best at what she did.
She had an itch to scratch, which she did and now onto the next.