Gloria
grabbed a hold of Tommaso's hot, anticipated hands, she wasn't through with
him, there was much more for them to explore together. “Ready for your next
lesson?”
“Yes...” Tommaso inhaled a mass amount of air, braced
himself for what was about to transpire next. He reminded his heart it was all
for Sara, all for his beloved. “I'm ready.”
“Here we go.” Gloria placed his hands firmly on her robust
breasts.
“Oh... oh my.” gasped Tommaso with a quivering breath upon
gripping such strong, luscious round orbs generating a sensual heat that melted
through him.
Gloria relished the expression on his aroused face. “Go on,
play with them.”
Tommaso closed his eyes, letting his hands do all the work
as they caressed and played with the supple bosoms.
“Oh, that's nice. Real nice.” purred Gloria in aroused
glee, his hands were miraculous, his massage on her chest was invigorating her,
his fingers were both soothing and stimulating. Her body was warming up greater
than any rising flame.
“Do you think Sara would
enjoy
this?”
“Without a shadow of a doubt.”
His fingers moved to her short pink areolas and the small,
solid nipples, working them under his thumb and fingertip, rubbing them in a
tingling clockwise motion that sent Gloria's body to melt inside like smooth
butter under a hot flame, turning into a puddle of bubbling gratification
“You're getting the hang of it.”
“You like it?”
“Oh, yes.” she hummed like a pleased kitten being pampered
to her heart's content.
Tommaso got carried away, the high he was feeling from such
an uplifting occurrence sent him to go a little unrestrained and wild, his
fingers were compelled to pinch the two soft, hard fleshy mammaries.
“Ah.” exclaimed Gloria with a slight jolted squeal.
“I couldn't help myself.” his sentience returned, easing
his carnal lust a fraction.
Gloria did not mind, she liked seeing him acting on wild
impulses and becoming more natural with his instincts, he was showing his real
side, that of a man, of flesh, blood and soul. He was less cold and calculating
in everything he did, as well as less stuck up and robotic in his personality.
“So, are you ready for the final lesson?” Gloria grinned,
keen to unlock the last gate of his untapped potential as a real, swooning
lover.
“I am.” Tommaso replied more confidently, he was more sure
of himself, the doubt of his abilities as a fervent lover were being stricken
from his heart, he was proving to himself that he had what it took to be as
passionate as other man, and surpassing them greatly.
Gloria immediately threw him on top of her, keeping him
locked and secure with what they would do next.
“On the couch?” asked Tommaso, he was thinking more of the
bedroom to partake in the act of expressing love through the body, from the
soul.
“Why not?” here was as good a place as any for Gloria, she
preferred spicing it up and changing the location to freshen up the love
making.
“Isn't it more romantic
to make
love on a bed?”
“We can make love on the bed afterwards.”
“Twice?” in his youth he might have been more than capable
to go at it more than once, at his wearier, vintage age, his body might have
lacked the stamina.
“
We can do it more times, if
you've got it in you.”
Tommaso wasn't so sure about that.
“Women prefer to make love more than once in a night. You
wouldn't want to let Sara down and spoil the perfect mood, would you?”
The last thing on earth
he would ever want to do is let his darling Sara down, “If it will make Sara
happy, I will manage it, for her
”
“It will make her very happy. And me too.” Gloria unbuckled
the belt on his pants with a raging impatience. “If you do last more than one
round, I'll teach you all the
moves.”, she pulled his pants down, felt
at his underwear and more importantly at the length that lay behind it. “All
the positions.”, she pulled off his shirt then his vest to reveal his aged body
with greying chest hairs. She threw the rags aside, he had no more need for
either. “You want that, don't you?”
Tommaso was fully in her power, at her command, given
entirely in to his own sexual urges long subdued. “Yes.”, he could think of
nothing else but making love to her.
Gloria could not hold herself back, she wanted to eat at
him, her appetite for his love was made clear starting off with her biting at
his nipple giving him a unexpected jolt. “Oh, not so rough.” he exclaimed with
a sudden yell.
“The first time doesn't have to be gentle.” she said with a
naughty grin then
caressed his sore nipple with the tip of her wet, slippery tongue to wash
away the stinging sensation. “Do it back to me.”
Tommaso lowered down, gently bit at her nipple, sinking his
teeth harder. Gloria loved it, it was rubbing her in just the right, alluring
way, her pain of losing Paulo was substituted with the pain of pleasure. The
aggression Gloria and Tommaso both felt at losing their loves was being
purified through their act of aggressive catharsis
“Oh, oh, oh.” she moaned. He performed a sensual massage on
her nipple using his eager wet tongue, washing away the inflicted arousing
pain, rising it down the hypothetical drain along with Paulo. Gloria purred
like a well pleased kitten. “That feels so good.”
The foreplay was out the way, there was only one final part
of the last lesson to carry out. Tommaso could do it, he would show he had what
it took both spiritually and physically. He closed his eyes, imagined his lady
love, gathered his determination from his muse.
Curtains billowed, a romantic moon beamed, the stars
glistened. Sara stood over the bed in a silk white dress. Tommaso, wearing a
white tuxedo, stood by the doorway. The two looked at one another in loving
silence.
“Come to me.” she summoned him in a silent voice only he
could hear in the romantic domain reserved only for them.
He moved to her, lightly, swiftly through the air, as if a
force was guiding him to Sara.
“I love you, Tommaso.”
Sara's golden hair billowed, tenderly. Tommaso advanced
closer, his love awaited.
“Take me.”
Standing in the presence of his one true love, he leaped
into her loving arms, their lips engaged in a romantic kiss, their hands slowly
removed each others clothing. Their naked bodies were illuminated in the
moonlight.
Sara lay down on the bed, presented herself for her adoring
lover. “I want you.”
Tommaso climbed onto the bed, lowered over his beloved
Sara. Their lips pressed, their bodies met.
Tommaso and Gloria, naked on the couch, kissed extensively.
She really could not believe how good he was, Paulo was close to second rate
when compared to him, the bombastic exhilaration he caused her toppled the
previous nights with her boyfriend, as the residents of the hotel were
discovering.
Tommaso kissed his way down to give his sweetheart the
taste of his feelings for her. Hot tingles were sent throughout every fibre of
her being. Sara ground her teeth, clenched her eyelids shut, let the sensation
flow through her body. She enjoyed every second of it.
Tommaso kissed his way down to give his mentor the taste of
his feelings for who she represented to him. Hot tingles were sent throughout
every fibre of her being. Gloria ground her teeth, clenched her eyelids shut,
let the sensation flow through her body. She enjoyed every second of it.
“You're better than I thought.” she gasped. Sheer delight shot down her thighs
“Oh.”
Sara and Tommaso made love, sweetly and delicately with
every ounce of their ageless and timeless emotions conducted throughout one
another.
Gloria and Tommaso made love, sweetly and delicately with
every ounce of their ageless and timeless emotions conducted throughout one
another.
At the peak of the climax, Sara thrust her head back,
heaved her body upward, giving in to the power of love coursing through her.
“Oh yes.”
At the peak of the climax, Gloria thrust her head back,
heaved her body upward, giving in to the power of love coursing through her.
“Oh yes.”
Tommaso rested in Sara's arms. She ran her fingers through
his hair, petted her lover. Their expressions showed the pure love they felt
for one another in their hearts.
Tommaso rested in Gloria's arms. She ran her fingers
through his hair, petted her lover. Their expressions showed the pure love they
felt in their hearts, unsure if it was directed at each other or their lost
loves, maybe it was both.
“So that's what love
making
feels like?” it was
distinctly a wondrous gift to be shared between two, if only it could have been
shared with his Sara, it would have been a night to fondly remember for years
to come.
“Pretty much.” although, she had to admit, he was like no
other, she had almost completely forgot about Paulo to the point of becoming a
distant memory of the past best left there while she moved on with her life.
She did not think it was possible, until meeting Tommaso, he was like a
blessing from the island to her, to put a stop to her heartache.
A grin shined on his face. “It's really fun.”, deprived of
it for countless years, he appreciated it more than any other could during
their first time or the many times that followed.
Gloria smirked, she was glad he enjoyed it.
“How was I?” he asked, curious to know how his performance
was, the greater it was, the more he had a chance to make his dear Sara just as
happy.
Gloria was at a total loss for words to describe how
amazing he was.
“Would Sara be happy?”
“Immensely.” Gloria almost felt envious to say that while
thinking of Sara being bestowed with that kind of love from the heart expressed
through the body. It had been given to her, she did not want to think of the
diva having it too, Sara already had her boyfriend, why should she have him as
well, did she have to take everything from her.
It was the best news he could ever hear, he was believing
in himself with each passing second, he was positive as all hell that he could
win over Sara and be the lover she deserved, giving her all the beautiful
variations of love that would all lead to make her a very happy woman and in
return, make him a very happy man.
Meeting Gloria was like a miracle from the paradise of a
resort, given to him as a mentor to open his eyes and see he had what it took
to love a woman. Had it not been for her, he would have been back in his hotel
room, alone to his own thoughts, doubting his skills as a lover and uncertain
he was ever meant to give his love to another, maybe he was not worthy, perhaps
that was why he held himself back, adding to his fear of rejection. That
anxiety was long gone, in its place was the promising hope of sharing his love
with his darling Sara, it was that kind of uplifting hope that kept everyone
going and gave them a celebrated goal to keep going in life and reach their
desired dream, cherishing the reward of it coming true and this was his. If he
did not have that hope, he would have fallen into an inescapable pit of
despair. Some hope exceeded none at all “I can't wait to go at it again.
Improve my love making skills
even further.”
Gloria exhaled. “Give me a minute. You've completely
exhausted me.”
A
giant orb of light rose in the pitch black sky, sparkling diamonds in the sky
gathered, adding to the charming magic of the night.
Paulo, dressed in eighties fashioned clothes, combed his
hair into a mullet. Done, he closely examined his appearance in the mirror: he
looked convincing, like he had stepped from a time machine into the present
day, or the future in his point of view, and was now spending his days as a man
out of time, a stranger in a strange land called modern society.
“I should have been in
the
eighties.” he pulled
himself away from the lounge room's mirror, looked to the door to the bathroom
where his illustrious star resided. “Are you ready?”
“Almost.” came a direct response from inside.
While waiting, Paulo performed a little retro dance, he had
seen all the music videos from back in the pink neon lit era and memorized the
style off by heart.
The bathroom door opened, he froze in his tracks, the
smooth moving dancer turned red from embarrassment to have been caught fooling
around with his light-hearted cheesiness.
“Nice moves.”
Paulo shyly laughed. “I've extensively studied the dance
choreography. I've seen plenty of dance movies and videos from the eighties.”
He faced Sara to be almost knocked off his feet at the
heavenly vision before him: Sara, frizzy eighties hair, eighties dress, pink
lipstick. It all added together to one equation: a true bombshell.
“Ta-da.” Sara said with a little striking, modelling pose
to add to her glorious reveal.
“You... look... fabulous.” Paulo could not speak in a full
on sentence to express what he thought, he was too busy getting lost at the
spectacular vision in front of him. His dream had come true. His eighties diva
had returned. He could not stop admiring her.
She was his sincerely glamorous, sincerely fabulous and
sincerely breathtaking eighties queen with a genuinely frizzy, genuinely
stylish and genuinely radiant pink, gold and glittery beauty that sparkled,
glowed and shined like a big silver disco ball painted in neon lighting that
all were rightfully enchanted, rightfully enthralled and rightfully engrossed
with because she was a really vibrant, really enchanting and really entrancing
eighties majesty. One he loyally adored and faithfully served with much
absolute devotion and much absolute reverence as her truly loyal and truly
faithful devoted, adoring subject.
“You're a goddess among men.” his ability to speak more
than one syllable with a pause was coming back to him. “You were, you are and
you always will be a tremendously vibrant, tremendously alluring and
tremendously breathtaking 80s goddess with immensely radiant beauty, immensely
colourful charm and immensely frizzy captivation that makes you a true
monumental and true dazzling bombshell to the whole world with a pink shining
energy that glows so extremely bright and always will for your true youthful
splendour and true beguiling enchantment will always resonate inside and out,
and never fade like the timeless and ageless deity that you are, always and
forever.”
Sara could feel the desire in his gaze, hear it with his
every word, she could tell he desired to make love to his eighties starlet
there and then. “Easy there my sweet Casanova, save the loving for
when we get back, otherwise we'll
never leave the hotel.”
Sara and Paulo waited in line to enter a retro nightclub
stylized and designed to capture the purest essence of the good old days that
was the nineteen-eighties.
From front and back, everyone was decked out in the varying
kinds of fashion and style common during the cheesy and cool time, it was like
stepping through a time machine for Sara, a woman all too familiar with her
golden, glittering era.
“It's funny seeing
everyone dressed up in the gear and
everything, it's so surreal.” Sara could barely contain her
giddiness, she was pumped to step inside there, she was so glad he had
recommend the favourite spot to her. “I'm so excited, it'll be like
living
in the eighties all over a
gain.”
“You're not wrong, these
retro clubs capture the look and the
feel so exact, so
authentically, it's like hopping through a vortex and arriving back in
time.”
The line moved forward, it was just a small step further
and Sara and Paulo would be entering the time machine and arriving out into the
neon soaked past.
“Do you go to these kinds
of
places often?”
“Occasionally, my girlfriend...” Paulo stopped, he was
having trouble getting used to the fact she no longer was as such with him. “My
ex-girlfriend isn't a fan
of places like this, neither are my friends. So I come to
these places when I have some free time. A little treat,
once in a blue moon.”
The line moved forward. They were next in line to take a
step back in time to the loud and stylish decade.
“You can go to places like this more often now with me.”
Sara openly suggested.
Paulo liked the sound of that. “It'll be more fun than
flying solo.”
The couple in front stepped inside. Paulo and Sara were
next, they approached the burly mullet haired Bouncer at the doorway leading
into the gateway to another era. The Bouncer observes their style, it was
flawless, so authentic he could have mistook them for an actual duo from the
era and created the illusion he was in the eighties again.
“You're in.”
Paulo and Sara eagerly entered the club, travelled to a fun
time ahead. The Bouncer watched them walk in. A sense of deja vu came over him.
“I swear I've seen her before.”