The night had been utterly magical. Giulia had been dazzled by the magnificent display of color and energy that surrounded her as they'd made their way through the heart of Rome. He took her to an incredible restaurant where they feasted on the finest Italian cuisine, washing it down with expertly paired Italian wines. They laughed, they talked, and they danced until the early hours of the morning, losing themselves in each other's arms.
As dawn broke, they stumbled back to his romantic little flat on Via del Corso. Wearing only the lightest of clothing, they collapsed onto his huge bed and continued where they'd left off earlier. Their bodies were intertwined, moving rhythmically against one another as he whispered dirty Italian words of love and desire into her ear. She moaned softly, responding to every touch, every caress.
Finally sated, they fell asleep in each other's arms, their naked bodies still entwined. When she woke up, she was surprised to see him already gone. Glancing at the alarm clock, she realized it was almost noon. She was alone in his bed, the sheets still warm from their lovemaking, and she felt both sad and content at the same time.
Giulia stretched languorously, feeling the muscles in her legs protesting from the previous night's exertion. She yawned, then stood up and made her way to the bathroom, her ass swaying gently from side to side under the thin material of her dress. As she caught sight of herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but chuckle. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, and there was the faintest trace of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
She went to the kitchen and walked over to the window. Rome lay stretched out before her, shimmering in the heat of the midday sun. It looked so different from this angle - normally she was too busy rushing around to notice the little details. But now, standing here all alone in this man's flat, she felt strangely serene.
She grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with cold water from the fridge, taking a long sip as she leaned against the window sill. It felt good to be here, in this man's home. She couldn't help but think about their amazing night together - the way he'd looked at her, the way he'd touched her... the incredible orgasms they'd shared.
Suddenly she felt a pang of hunger. What time was it? She glanced at the alarm clock - it was already almost one in the afternoon. She should really get herself together and go home. But the thought of leaving this man's flat and going back to her bland, lonely apartment was too much to bear.
Without really thinking about it, she walked back into the bedroom and crawled back into bed, pulling the covers over herself. It felt so good just laying there, feeling the warmth of the sheets against her skin. She closed her eyes, trying to relive some of their most intimate moments together... and within seconds, she was asleep once more.
