*We interrupt the regularly scheduled broadcast to bring you an update in the love life of Texas Cinderella*Friday, was like any other day. I got up at 6am, scraped my hair back in a ponytail, slapped on some makeup, threw on the first thing I saw and went to work. When I arrived, my coworker, CW, informed me that an Italian company was coming in for a meeting and one of the guys was hot. Excellent, I thought, a little eye candy for the day. CW, who is middle aged and married, kept dragging me into the meeting even though it wasn't my account, so I could get a good look at the hottie. His name was Gianluca, and we made eye contact all day. When their meeting was over, the group of Italians invited us to a local bar to watch the World Cup game of Italy vs. Ukraine. Needless to say CW and I left early and met them. Gianluca's had eye piercing blue eyes and when he looked at me, it made me squirm and I couldn't focus on the game. Somehow, I was volunteered by CW to show the Italians around Houston for their last night in the US and I didn't object.
I made reservations for the five of us at a really nice seafood restaurant. Dinner was really fun and I felt like I was back in Europe, mingling with the locals. We talked about my love of Florence, their hometown, and how I would love to live in Europe someday. Throughout dinner there were stolen glances between Gianluca and I and my heart skipped a beat each time.
We crammed into my
car and went downtown to a bar called
Sammy's that plays live rhythm and blues music and is always a guaranteed good time. I bought the guys a round of drinks to thank them for dinner and Gianluca and I left the group several times to talk at the bar. It was nice to have the attention of a male and I flirted relentlessly. We danced and sang along with the band, to which I was surprised that they all knew so many words to our American songs.
They started to play slower songs and that is when Gianluca grabbed me and we danced cheek to cheek and he went in for a kiss. It was nice and then another one came that was more aggressive and passionate. I could feel his growing passion on my leg as well. My mind was racing. Do I act on this? Do I let this go further? Then I looked at him and my answer was clear.
I mean would you reject this? I didn't think so!!!
I dropped everyone off at the hotel at around 1:30am and Gianluca lingered by my car and asked if I would like to come in to "talk" more. I accepted and valeted my car and went inside. We picked a spot in the lobby away from the front desk's watchful eye and sat down. We tried to make small talk but one thing was on our minds. I was getting really nervous because a makeout session had been a long time coming.
He asked in his Italian accent, "Do I makea you embarrasseda?". "No", I said, "it's just that you are so cute!". "Woulda you rather iya be ruude?", he questioned. The language barrier was there and we just laughed and started kissing on the couch. Five minutes later we were making out in the elevator up to his room.
We kissed all the way to the bed and fell onto it. Clothes were peeled off and I finally got to his good stuff, except it had a little something extra to it! I knew it had been a long time since I had been with a guy, but surely I hadn't forgotten what it was supposed to feel like!
That's when it hit me. I was dealing with an uncircumcised penis! Something I had never dealt with. I kept kissing him while I tried to figure it out. Then I felt a swirling of his tongue in my ear. Hmmm that was different. Another first. This happened several times! Then I felt his hand trying to enter my back door. I gently told him I wasn't into that. He withdrew. We continued making out and since I couldn't master his member, he took charge. He was very good at that. At one point he looked at me and said, "Iya wanta to eata you!" We moved to the shower and explored each other further and he mastered his member again! That thing should really come with an instruction manual! We didn’t have sex, no glove, no love, and quite frankly I’m not sure how that would have worked anyway!!!
We dried off and I put on a robe hanging in the bathroom and we cuddled on the bed. He talked about his family and friends in Italy and I did the same about my life. We kissed tenderly and gently and then feel asleep with his arm around me in the spooning position.
At 7am, to avoid any awkwardness in the daylight, I gathered my stuff and got dressed. Gianluca woke up and we kissed and hugged goodbye. I told him I would email him the pictures I took at the bar and to have a nice flight home and I left his room, not knowing if I would truly ever see him again.
I made my walk of shame to get my car. I had a rat’s nest in the back of my head, my makeup was smeared and my clothes were wrinkled from being on the floor. I was the perfect picture of having hooked up with a hotel guest. I slinked back to my house to get some rest. While washing my face, I noticed a hickey on my collar bone! A hickey! A parting gift from Gianluca.
I might see Gianluca again or I might not. He is scheduled to come to Houston again in the fall and he has my cell phone and email address and I have his but I’m sure we will be in touch.
If I do end up seeing him again, maybe I'll do some research on the Euro Peni!
