Chapter 1 – The Getaway

They had been talking about getting away together for some time now. Their schedules were so hectic, it always seemed impossible to carve out time, but they finally agreed he would accompany her on a business trip to Italy. She had a short work trip near Venice and Milan planned and they would start with almost a week together before she had to begin her work . Both of them were in heaven at the thought of spending this much time together, thinking they wouldn’t even see half the sites they dreamed about but, instead, remain tangled up in the sheets on whatever bed in a hotel they landed at.
Either scenario was appealing. They both loved history, cities and romance.
She couldn’t imagine anything better than traveling through the ancient cities and countrysides with him as they scoured the interwebs for ideas. They were both natural planners, so all this research came easy to them. She wanted to plan all their days together but he had other ideas. He wanted to surprise her and create some new fantasies for them to share. There was one, in particular, that involved a beach and a boat. He insisted she leave a few days at his disposal for the planning. She knew better than to debate him when he made up his mind.
The finally agreed on a location. The ancient Italian seaside city, Positano. When they read about the allure of the enclave, they were both sold: ” Positano is the coast’s most picturesque and photogenic town, with vertiginous houses tumbling down to the sea in a cascade of sun-bleached peach, pink and terracotta colours. No less colourful are its steep streets and steps lined with wisteria-draped hotels, smart restaurants and fashionable boutiques.” Visiting in 1953, John Steinbeck enthused: ‘Positano bites deep. It is a dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there and becomes beckoningly real after you have gone.’
As they looked forward to their holiday, work consumed them both and the week before departure had the unusual turn of them not being able to see one another at all. They were both feeling the pain of separation as the days before departure approached. He called the day before and asked her to pack a few additional items she wasn’t expecting. As usual, she asked too many questions which he brushed off. He wasn’t giving away his secrets. She was to do as he said and that was that. Of course she complied, she always did. She liked to follow his lead and he knew it was a turn on for her when he took charge.
The day finally arrived and they were anxious to meet at the airport. Being apart for a week was a strain neither of them liked. They both teased they became cranky when parted. Finally meeting up at the airport lounge, they couldn’t part for many minutes as their lips met and they breathed each other in. The first moments they kissed was like a first kiss for her every time, her pulse raced and her belly flopped and her knees went weak. Every time. He could make her eyes roll into the back of her head simply by kissing her lips and he knew it. Chances were good they were making a scene in the airport lounge by this point. He once said to her that kissing her each time was like a genesis for him, there was a strong connection that was apparent to anyone who could see.
There was a bit of time before the flight so they grabbed a nibble and a drink and sat next to one another at the bar, knees intertwined, catching up on their busy week. She loved to tell stories to him and watch his eyes light up and his boyish grin cross his face. He loved to make her laugh with jokes and silly songs. Their hands never parted. She leaned into him at one point and reminded him of a story she had written about an airport lounge and asked if he was interested in checking out the bathrooms here in their lounge. He didn’t even hesitate as he grabbed her hand and set out to find the bathrooms. He never forgot anything so he certainly didn’t forget her sexy stories.
He loved the look on her face and leaned in for a deep, throaty kiss. She responded in kind, pulling her body up and into his. He felt the stir of longing for her. She knew how to turn him on and they were both fans of public affection. If he didn’t stop her soon she might start groping him here in full sight of the coming and going passengers. The thought turned him on even more. She felt his response and let a little moan pass her lips. He gently pulled away from her lips and pulled her towards the bathrooms. They were giggling like teenagers going on their first date.

Author: Madeline Harper

My journey through divorce and an emotional and sexual reawakening. Love, laughter, friendships, family and heartbreak included. And there is sex, lots of it, so close your eyes and turn the page if that's not for you! While I started this blog as an endeavor to journal my thoughts and feelings in an attempt to better understand myself, it has become an amazing platform from which I have met some of the most interesting and wonderful people in my life. My path is often crooked, but I hope you will share in the journey with me.

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