I tapped lightly at her door and it opened slowly by itself. She’d not latched it. She was reading a paperback by the light of a single lamp, and rose to meet me as I locked the door. She slipped a bookmark – one of the nude photos she’d taken of me in Paris – into the book and encircled my neck with her arms for a deep, seething kiss. Her silk robe parted after a few seconds and she whimpered in her throat as my hands slid underneath to caress the smooth, hot skin of her breasts, waist and hips. The fingers of one hand traced back to her crack, wandering up it from her pussy to her rectum, causing her to mewl. In front, the other hand cupped her mound and split her labia, coming away with wet thick, odorous nectar. “Oohh…Gawd, I’ve missed your touch,” she moaned into my ear. “I know I’m selfish, taking you from Lindy tonight,” she admitted as she dragged me into the bedroom, “but I couldn’t wait ’til tomorrow.”
I started to undress slowly, and said, “I can’t stay long in Rome. I want to see Florence, Venice and the Amalfi Coast while the weather’s good. And I may want to hit Switzerland again, and Milan.”
Maureen was softly stroking herself and watching me as I spoke, then sputtered, “So, send me a few postcards, Nicky! But right now get your big body over here and let’s taste each other. It’s a long time ’til we eat again and I desperately need some protein!”
We got very little sleep that night, and I had to leave early in the morning so as not to run into Lindy and Carolyn when they arrived for breakfast. As I walked to the hostel to pick up my pack and other stuff, I reflected on how Maureen had changed since I’d met her. Though extremely passionate, she’d been rather tentative at first. But now she was ravenous and tireless. She’d taken an extreme interest in anal sex, including rimming me with her tongue on a regular basis, and was disappointed if she didn’t climax a half-dozen times during lovemaking. Also, she’d begged me to join her in reckless exhibitionism. Just the night before she’d insisted that I take her from behind on the balcony outside her hotel room. She was either frantically making up for lost time, it seemed, or planning to die young, or both.
At the train station I stashed my belongings in a compartment and was talking to Carolyn on the platform through the open window. I was feeling tense since I’d already said my goodbyes to Lindy, who’d cried when we parted. Then Carolyn suggested that I join Maureen in her berth two cars away, where Lindy was chatting with her from the platform. I entered and Maureen looked around and said, “Lock the door.” I did, and she resumed talking with her daughter while leaning on the sill of the open upper window. “Look who’s here!” she said to her daughter, as I stood behind her and waved at them, causing Lindy to dab at her teary eyes again. “Anyway, honey, in that bag I gave you are some paperbacks I’ve read, a few things I picked up for you in Paris, and a roll of French francs. I know you can use those.” As she said this, she reached behind herself, unzipped my fly, and pulled out my cock to stroke it softly. No one was the wiser, of course, since the bottom half of the window was covered by a single curtain that was drawn for privacy. Only Maureen’s head and shoulders, and I from my chest up, were visible from the platform.