My Italian Stallion by Sasha Collins Page B

sexually frustrated. She tossed and turned in bed and finally settled. Her hand found her pussy and began to massage her clitoris. She needed some relief. Her other hand grabbed her tits and she closed her eyes and imagined Gianni’s hands were on her. She came within five minutes and then again and again..she fell asleep with on question on her mind: ‘Who is this guy that has me so worked up?’

    The week took forever; Friday was finally over and she dreamt her way into Saturday. Kiara stood in front of her full length mirror sensually rubbing lotion all over her deep chocolate-toned body. She didn’t normally spend so much time preparing for a date with anyone. She was very nervous, she never dated white men although she was very attracted to them; especially those of European decent. Her family wasn’t exactly supportive of interracial relationships however she was an adult and should be able to make her own decisions.

    Her shoulder-length hair was still wrapped in a towel; she carefully put body lotion on her shoulders and watched her hands glide all over her beautiful skin. She ran her lotioned hands down her chest slowly, over her tits and dark nipples; her flat stomach to her shaved pussy. She left a thin strip of hair there as a tease; her hands made their way to her toned thighs that we perfect. Her shins and calves were not large. She then turned and rubbed lotion on her very round ass and her lower back.

    She put on subtle make-up, left her hair down after she worked with it to get it to lie flat and shiny. She wore a deep red silk button down shirt with fitted dress pants. Her perfect curves were accented beautifully. Her supple ass looked great in the pants she chose. She put on her heels, some perfume and hoop earrings and finished up with red lipstick and lip gloss.

    Wow, it’s 5:40 already. Kiara paced around nervously waiting for Gianna. He showed up at ten minutes to six. He was dressed in black dress pants and a deep blue shirt. He was freshly shaved and had the best smelling aftershave on. His dark eyes danced with mischief and his dark hair slicked back.

    He had his hands in his pockets and stood there looking at her; he looked her slowly from head to toe not once but twice. Each time he stopped at her eyes and looked deep into them. “È un aspetto magnifico Kiara stasera Sweet!” he breathed out. Kiara chuckled and said, “I’m sorry Gianni, the only words I understood are Kiara and Sweet”. Gianni blushed and said, “Oh, my apologies. I said, you look stunning tonight Sweet Kiara! When I get excited I speak Italian!”

    “ I love it when you speak Italian; I only wish I knew what you were saying so I wouldn’t have to ask!” Kiara laughed. He leaned in the door and surprised her with a kiss on the cheek.

    “ Are you ready to go?” he asked.

    “ Yes I am.” She said.

    She grabbed her coat, locked the door and they were gone. They arrived at a very romantic Italian restaurant. The lighting was dim, the music low. was a beautiful dinner. Gianni chose her food for her, got out of his chair if she did, helped her cut up her food, filled her glass, held the door for her, pulled out her chair, helped her with her coat, paid for the meal…..this guy was too good to be true!

    While they were waiting for the check Gianni looked at her and asked, “Would you like to come back to my place for some wine?” She looked at him with a seductive smile and said, “That would be a great way to spend the rest of our time together”.

    Gianni paid the bill and they headed for his place. He owned a penthouse apartment that was gorgeous! The décor was so manly; darker colors, some paintings on the wall, and clean. He had leather furniture with plush carpet, and a fireplace. ‘Oh my, this could be romantic’. Kiara thought deviously!

    He took her coat and told her to make herself comfortable. He turned on some soft music, turned on the fireplace, and went to get them some wine. When he